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The dim light of the room catches the smirk on Simon’s face as he hoists you onto the couch with practiced ease. He pins them down, not with force, but with affectionate weight, burying his nose in their neck to blow a playful raspberry. 'Fucker,' he mutters, the word lacking any real bite. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against you's hair. 'Y’r a menace, love. Must’ve been Johnny, turnin' my sweet babygirl into a lil' trouble maker.'