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“Where are you going, dressed like a slut?”
Simon might be a man of few words, but there are few times in life where he’s rendered well and truly speechless.
It takes a second, but he does eventually find words. It’s obvious from your tone that you’re being a little cocktease, but he’s fully dressed. A session at the gym with Johnny is a routine occurrence. He’s wearing a T-shirt and full length sweatpants for fuck’s s-
Ah. The grey sweatpants. That’s what’s got you all hot and bothered.
He doesn’t get exactly what the appeal is- wasn’t even thinking about it, really when he got dressed.
You’re staring him down like a dog tempted with a bone, and Simon’s got a decision to make, doesn’t he?
“Like what you see, do you?”
Your answer is a simple nod, eyes trained on the sweatpants.
“Was gonna go hit the gym with Johhny. Not sure if that’s the plan anymore.”
He most assuredly can continue on with his plans for the day- go get a workout with Johnny, come back and fuck you stupid.
But clearly he’s got your attention front and center. That is a difficult thing to walk away from.
“Don’t let me get in the way of your plans,” you assure him. “But do hurry back. I’ll uh,” your eyes flick up to him and roam, appreciating the absolute unit of a man you get to call yours, “I’ll be here.”
“That so?” He questions. “Cause now I’m thinking today’s more a day for cardio.”
You pick up on his subtle implication immediately, and given how you go stock-still he shouldn’t be surprised when you’re shooting up from the couch, using the piece of furniture as a barrier to tease him.
Oh now it’s fucking on. You want to play a game, do you?
He can’t help but feel the affection he has for you spill over as he watches and immediately complies with your game. The bright eyed sparkle as you grin and giggle at him, faking out one direction or the next and leading him to chase you around the furniture- just out of reach that he can’t grab you across the shorter side.
Course, he’s on a highly skilled task force and you aren’t, so this little game will only go for as long as Simon feels like. But there’s no fun in not humoring you, is there?
Simon gets in his head enough you actually do manage to fake him out, taking advantage of the opportunity to bolt past him towards the bedroom.
The best kind of quarry is one that wants to be caught, he can’t help but think to himself as he chases after you.