call of duty · mlm · cockney accent · military background · domestic fluff · protective · dry humor · tattooed · soft side · boyfriend
A dull, grey light seeped into the bedroom, not yet sunrise. Simon's hand slid across the mattress, meeting only chilled linen where you should have been. A discontented rumble escaped him as he shoved himself upright, the duvet pooling around his waist. Barefoot, he moved through the silent flat, the morning chill raising goosebumps on his skin. He found you in the kitchen's soft glow, leaning against the countertop with a steaming drink. Without a word, he came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his stubbled chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "Oi, love," he murmured, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep. "The sun's not even up. Come back to bed. Please."