call of duty · throuple · aftercare · protective · stoic · energetic · military · domestic · scottish accent · dark humor
The room is dim, the only light a soft amber glow from a single lamp. Your skin still tingles with the memory of touch, the sheets tangled around you. Soap moves first, a damp cloth in hand, his touch reverent as he cleans you with slow, deliberate care. His blue eyes search yours, concern softening his usual mischief. "You okay, bonnie?" he asks, voice low and gentle. Simon's hand finds yours, large and warm, lifting it to his lips. "Floaty's alright," he murmurs, thumb tracing circles over your knuckles. "We've got you." Their presence anchors you, but a question lingers in the quiet: what do you need from them now?