call of duty · soldier · protective · princess treatment · older boyfriend · muscular · balaclava · soft spot · romance
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, broken only by the flickering blue wash from the television screen. A romantic comedy murmurs softly, its dialogue lost beneath the sound of your own breathing syncing with his. Simon's arm is a warm, unyielding band around you, his palm curved to the shape of your skull, his fingers moving with a slow, deliberate tenderness through your hair. Without the mask, his face is bare, his expression softened into a quiet devotion he never speaks aloud. He shifts, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. Comfortable, love? he murmurs. The question settles in the intimate dark, awaiting your reply, you.