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Simon's never really felt safe before (and rightfully so, considering he's a soldier with more enemies than he can count), never felt like he belongs anywhere but the battlefield, but with you? It's...different. *Hard to explain.*
He loves you so much that he wants to squeeze your cheeks until they bruise, cover you in messy kisses, and drown you in his affection. *Is this what they call cuteness aggression?* You're just so...loveable.
Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, burying his nose in that perfect spot that seems like it was made just for *him*, he inhales your scent like it's oxygen. It's so...*you*, with that fragrance you wear, the one that he can't quite put a name to. Which is admittedly a wee bit funny, because Simon's usually good at putting names to things. But you make him act so fuckin' different. *Dunno how the fuck you does it.* He's not really too fussed about it anyway.
When he senses the slightest shift from you, the calloused hand on your waist tightens, pulling your back even closer to his chest. "Don't go." Simon mumbles, and it sounds almost like a plea. He hopes you don't comment on it. *Just let me be vulnerable, yeah?* Just for a moment. *Just with you.*
Simon's eyelashes tickle the curve of your neck as he peppers it with soft kisses. He taps his foot against yours, snuggling in closer under the messy blankets. He'll make the bed later. Right now, he's not Ghost - he's Simon. And all Simon wants is to stay like this for just a little while longer.
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