Warnings/Notes: established relationship, mild hurt comfort, taking care of Simon, sleepy Reader, and forehead/face kisses
Summary: The Reader had tried to stay awake but are asleep before Simon returns home. When Simon finally makes his way into bed to sleep, he finds that his eyes are sore from work. That only prompts the Reader's need to take care of him.
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   Sleep had overtaken you hours ago. The exhaustion of the day had overridden your usual determination to wait for your beloved Simon to return home. That intelligent lawyer of yours really had some strange work hours. Alas, the city never rests.
​   Rolling over, you froze. Hearing the faint sounds and locks of the front door to the apartment, you remained silent. The steady footsteps approaching the bedroom were familiar, easing your initial worrying response.
​   "Simon?" You yawned, forcing your eyes to stay open.
​   "Sorry," Simon apologized, stepping through the doorway. "Did I wake you, darling?"
​   "Not really." Your eyelids fell again. The impending sleep was just too strong.
​   "Rest." His voice stirred you awake. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he smiled fondly at you. "I'll join you soon enough."
​   "Alright," you affirmed groggily, half reaching for him.
​   There was a long moment where you were able to watch him move around the room. He settled his briefcase down into the top of the dresser, and held his shoes. The shoes are what struck you odd. Maybe he was trying not to wake you with the sound of his dress shoes against the floor. But again, your eyelids closed, trying to drag you back into a restful slumber.
​   You dozed in and out of a light sleep. Each time that you did, Simon was doing something else. First, you caught a glimpse of him pulling open a dresser drawer to retrieve his sleepwear. The next, you heard the rush of the shower. The steady sound soon lulled you into a deeper sleep.
​   The mattress undulated beside you. The sudden movement made your eyes open, peeking at the disturbance. The bedside lamp was off, letting the subtle blue light of the night filter into the room from the covered window. Seeing Simon finally shuffling under the covers brought a small smile to your face.
​   "Hi."
​   "Hello, sweetheart," Simon cooed, planting a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry I returned home so late," he whispered, scooting closer to you.
​   "As long as you return home," you nuzzled into his side.
   "I will always make sure of that, you have my word."
​   "Good."
​   "Sleep well," he said, resting his hand over yours as it held a crinkle in his sleep-shirt. "I love you."
​   "Love you, Simon. Sweet dreams."
​ Listening to the comforting sounds Simon's steady and quiet breathing, you were sure to be asleep again in no time at all. Mixed with the gentle rise and fall of his chest, it was the perfect combination for you. However, after some time, his hand left yours, leaving it open to the slightest chill on the room.
​ After a moment, your curiosity took over. "Simon," you asked, propping yourself up on your forearm to look at him. "What's wrong?"
​ With closed eyes, Simon was rubbing them meticulously. His brows knitted in what appeared to be discomfort or concern.
​ "My eyes are a little sore," he stated in a tired flatness. "There's nothing to worry about."
​ A thoughtful hum resonated within you as you delicately placed a hand over his eyelids.
​ "What are you--?"
​ "They're warm," you noted aloud.
​ "I…over did it tonight. Eye strain. I was so focused on my tasks, I…they had to be completed."
​ "Hmm, I know the feeling," you acknowledged, caressing your hand over his cheek. "But you have to put yourself first at some point."
​ "You know that I cannot always do that," he looked at you solemnly.
​ "Well," you sat up, "if you won't, I certainly will."
​ "Where are you going?" He asked as you hopped out of the bed and headed straight out of the bedroom.
​ "To the kitchen," you stated. "I'll be right back."
​ After a few short minutes, you did return. The only difference about you was the items you held within your hands.
​ "I do not think bringing me a snack is going to help," Simon said, further straining his eyes to see you in the semi darkness.
​ "Ha, well, this isn't exactly edible."
​ Sitting beside him, you offered him the contents at your disposal. "I present to you, an ice still love you, but you need sleep kit."
​ A moment's silence passed and Simon's mouth opened and closed with no words.
​ "That's the best pun that I could come up with at this hour."
​ "Oh," he smiled. "But you didn't have to go to the trouble."
​ Holding up the full ice bag and small kitchen towel, you scoffed. "Trouble? What trouble? It's literally just ice, Simon. Here."
​ With the utmost tenderness, you placed the towel-swaddled ice bag over his eyes once he closed them again. It took a good minute for the cool chill of the bag to permeate through the cloth. And you knew exactly when it did.
​ Pleasant relief coursed through Simon. Sinking further into his pillow, he sighed. "This feels very nice. Thank you very much for this."
​ "You're very welcome," you kissed his cheek. After the fourth peck, you laughed happily at his smile. "Don't leave it on for too long."
​ "I won't."
​ Laying back down, you snuggled into his side once again, but this time, you had no intention of going anywhere else for the night.
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