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[user12734]

Oh home, sweet home

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pairing: Simon Riley x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚content warnings: established relationship, no description of reader, no use of Y/N, maybe like one allusion to sex, mostly just fluff with a little eensy bit of angst.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1062

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ my earphones: do i wanna know- hozier + last request- paolo nutini.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ author's note: its my first time writing something like this or even just writing in general. i'm just writing for fun so i don't actually expect anyone to read this or take it too seriously because i know i 100% won't.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ credits: pinterest (for the photo)

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You stared into a dark corner of the room as you listened to the slowed breathing of your boyfriend behind you in bed. He was finally asleep, finally. It had taken him about 3 hours to even begin to feel drowsy and finally, he had drifted off.

You had wanted to ask him if he was okay as soon as he walked through the door but when he just walked straight into your arms, you knew better. You instantly knew that he wasn't okay, that he wouldn't talk about it, that he wouldn't want to be pestered by you because you knew him. You knew Simon like the back of your hand, perhaps even better than that.

He had just returned after six gruelling months of deployment and you knew nothing other than the fact that he had returned home in one piece. In silence.

You rolled over and turned to face him, silently admiring his sleeping form. The way his broad chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his face twitched and his lips parted. The way tears had dried up on his cheeks, something you had failed to notice as you had been next to him in bed. You licked the pad of your thumb and gently wiped away the remnants of the only emotion he had shown since returning, careful not to wake him from his slumber.

You rested your head on your hand as you propped yourself up on the pillow, brows furrowed with concern as you watched him sleep. The guilt began to weigh on you, the frustration, all of it. It killed you to know there was nothing you could do to fix whatever was going on with him, to know he wouldn't tell you, to know the only time he would ever open up was to his threrapist and Simon wasn't seeing her until tomorrow. Whatever war was going on in his mind, was completely out of your control.

You battled between waking him and just letting him be but as you watched him grunt in his sleep, fidget and twitch, frown in the time that was supposed to be most peaceful. You chose to wake him up, only gently, you placed a hand on his tattooed forearm, squeezing, your voice nothing but a soft whisper. "Si?"

"Hmmph."

"Simon."

He grumbled, his face immediately scrunched up in his sleepy state. You couldn't blame him. You were probably ruining the best sleep he had gotten in months. He groaned and opened his eyes, sitting up slightly as he turned his face to look at you, the sheets pooling at his hips. "Fucks sake, what?"

"I can't sleep."

"So you have to ruin mine?"

"Well, no, I just wanted to...Nevermind, sorry for waking you up." You mumbled under your breath as you laid back down and turned your back to him. Pulling the covers over your body as you forced yourself to shut your eyes, it was the first time you had seen Simon in months and you had no idea to act. Sometimes he would come back angry, sometimes happy to see you, sometimes he was just desperate to have sex with you but there were also times where he was silent. Where you had absolutely no idea what to do. No idea what to say, no idea how to approach him, no idea how to even exist in the same space as him.

You felt movement behind you and you figured he was annoyed, most likely getting out of bed to go to the kitchen, away from you. It would be fair, you had woken him up, ruined his peace after needing it for so long. But the footsteps never followed, no. Instead, a large arm wrappped itself around your waist and pulled you closer. You let out a small sigh and draped you arm on top of his as you tucked your body into him, relishing the physical contact that you had lacked for so long. You let the tension in your body release as you practically melted into his warmth, savouring every second of it. "Sorry for waking you."

"S'alright lovie, what's really wrong, hm?"

"I just worry about you."

"Don't."

"I missed you."

"Missed you too." Simon grumbled against the crook of your neck as you felt him inhale deeply. It brought a smile to your face, it truly did, knowing he wasn't angry, knowing he was acting like himself. His blunt, grumpy, loving, Simon James Riley self. "Missed you lots."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Simon sighed as he began to plant soft, wet kisses to the skin of your neck. Slowly trailing up from the base of your neck to just behind your ear, just that little spot that never failed to get a reaction out of you. He grazed his teeth along the shell of your ear as he grumbled something almost unaudible. He tugged you closer, pressing his naked body to your own but there was nothing sexual about it. Just a man who had been deprived of physical touch, a man who had been deprived of you. "Roll over."

You wanted to question him but you knew better than to question his needs in a moment like that. Besides, you were willing if it meant helping him, making him somewhat happy, being undeniably close to the man you loved ever so dearly. So you rolled, turning to face him, a small smile on your face as you did so, only to be graced with the sweetest, most gentle kiss on your forehead. "Missed this face."

You couldn't help that heat that crawled up your neck, the way the smile grew on your face at his compliment. It was hardly a compliment but after so long, anything would work and coming from Simon, it was a compliment. "Well, I missed your face too."

Simon huffed and shook his head before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his loving embrace. You obliged, curling up into him as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, draping a leg over his. As you laid in the safety of his arms, you finally found the courage to speak up, the courage to actually ask him what you had originally intended to ask him. "Why were you crying?"

"I was just really fucking relieved to be home." ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ────