Curate, connect, and discover
Cuddling with Simon was your favourite “secret” you had on base.
Bad mission- cuddle. Soap pissed him off too much - cuddle. No missions for the next few weeks, you bet your arse Simon will spend every day in your bed holding you close.
You wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of nobody knowing you had the big scary lieutenant cuddled against your chest in a Fetus position… or if it was the way he would act as your own personal weighted blanket. But either way, you loved very moment, the way his arm lazily wrapped round your waist, how every now and again he wanted to be the little spoon and you’d do everything in your power to try wrap your smaller frame around his…
…the way his soft gaze would look down at you while your head lay against his chest, your hand lazily drawing circles against his bare chest. No words spoken but the love blossomed round the room, the giddiness of the kept secret makes every moment more exciting.
Although, the rest of the boys already knows about you and ghost cuddle sessions, when soap walked in on you both snoozing away on the rec room couch, you lying on top of him as his hands grip at you scared to let go, he took a quick photo as he walked away smiling to himself never mentioning the occasion to the pair of you. Just happy you both had each-other,… even if he did have a cheeky bet with gaz on how long it would take for you both to become official.
Once simon found out you never had a valentines he made it his duty to make you feel appreciated round base.... in the form of a secret admirer.
The morning of valentines he'd leave a little note of appreciation under your door. a singular rose in all your usual places, the gym, your spot on the couch in the common room, etc.
At first you was a little creeped out until you started to piece out who this so called secret admirer was.
A rose in your secret spot.. the spot you and simon would have quiet time and just bask under the moonlight while sharing a cigarette.
A little chocolate kiss in your favourite mug... the one simon always used while making your tea along side his in the morning.
Once you pieced it together and gathered simon was your secret admirer you start repaying it back, putting little roses in his spot, a little note under his door telling him to meet where the moon is always beautiful.
"how'd ya know?" the gruff voice comes behind you as you stare at the stars. you tell him you had a feeling as he sits next to you gently pulling you in, unspoken words in the air but you both know what it means.
You smile softly knowing deep down, you recognise that chicken scratch writing anywhere...and although his name is ghost... he has a hard time being one, his tall figure always just out of reach but you see him you always do.
Imagine. Simon coming home from a long mission, the soft patter of your shower and the corny guilty pleasure song blasting as you sing poorly along.
A soft smile rests on Simons face as he shreds of his gear, his mask long discarded on the kitchen table. He quietly slips in behind you in the shower, you don’t scream. or jump, you simply turn around to face him continuing to sing into the shampoo bottle as you dance stupidly, as much as you can in the small shower.
All while Simon looks at you like a lovesick puppy, a permanent smile never leaving his face, all while thinking “imma marry this girl”