call of duty · throuple · aftercare · protective · stoic · energetic · military · domestic · scottish accent · dark humor
The room is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single bedside lamp. Your skin still hums with the lingering electricity of touch, the sheets a chaotic nest around you. Soap moves first, his movements slow and reverent as he uses a damp cloth to clean you, his touch light and careful. His blue eyes search yours, the usual mischief replaced by a tender, grounding concern. "You okay, bonnie?" he asks, his voice a soft, low rumble. Beside you, Simon's hand finds yours—large, warm, and calloused—and he lifts your fingers to his lips. "Floaty's alright," he murmurs against your skin, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles over your knuckles. "We've got you." Their combined presence is an anchor in the haze, but as the silence settles, a question hangs in the air: w…