simon vs his extreme paranoia for his lovey
you see bedrooms often have several points of entry, the bedroom that leads into the house and at least one egress window not to mention if there was a connecting bathroom, balcony or patio, skylights.
as much as he can secure down the home for the night, he can only protect you from one side at night. [he has attempted to lay directly on top of you at night, but you can't breathe with his full weight bearing onto your lungs] leaving your other side open to attack and he can't have that. not to mention whenever he wasn't home to protect [guard] you.
and thus begins the search for your protection detail [your third, in short team, has not breathed a single syllable ].
he starts introducing you to the team, which after three years of dating they are shocked to hear about you let alone met you.
simon reserves a private table at an restaurant you love [Second location, with quick exits if the op goes south]. you seem to get along with his team well, but he can't tell if you have a favorite.
One car ride debrief later, he finds out that soap is too energetic/loud for you to deal in long periods, price was too domineering even when he reeled it in, and did he see the way gaz looked at price??? what's the tea there?
his team turned to be a bust. he won't introduce you to more people, his other connections are increasingly sketcher and he has exposed you to his world enough. [you have no idea what is going but the out of the blue behavior is raising flags in your mind]
thankfully before he sends feelers out, roach spawns out of thin air. perfect. he and simon were something before roach left the team [he was mia, reclassified as kia] and you came along. he was certain roach was the one; bundling him over for dinner [not without giving you a call for your approval (if you had said no he had a few safe houses around to stick roach in)].
you make a feast fit for a king, interrogating simon about roach's favorite food, allergies to make sure he was comfortable in your home. too worried about making sure the house was clean and cooking to even think about where roach would sleep.
simon wraps up the cooking and sets the table as you get roach comfortable. patting off the snow from his shoulders from his brief walk inside. [simon what do you mean he speaks BSL, i can fingerspell but that's it. i only know (your regional sign language)!] simon is able to translate some over dinner, but roach mainly communicates via writing.
you adore roach, continually scooping more food out of his plate like you would for simon [who is very pleased about this development]. looking closely at the pictures of bugs he took on his phone, watching as his hands move excitedly as he finger spells for you, as he gushes about a passionate topic. silently you vow to brush up on BSL to better understand him.
the night wraps up, simon had been sitting in the middle of the couch with roach leaning heavily into his side, the pressure helped him feel grounded after his last death scare. you were curled up in an armchair when you realize that you haven't prepared the guest room for roach so you rush off and do that.
before you can even leave the room, simon pulls you onto his lap, your legs spilling over to roach's lap, shock covering your face.
"what are you doing simon!" you yelp, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place.
"he's sleeping with us tonight lovey. sit still and finish the movie." simon's tone brokered no arguments. his thumb rubbing comforting circles into your hip bone.
you give him a bewildered look, turning to look at roach who gave you an equally confused and clueless look. but you acquiesced to his demand knowing that he probably had a good reason. you knew he always had your best interests in mind.
a movie and a midway through a documentary later, you stir awake from your warm and drowsy state, lulled to sleep by the narration and simons warmth around you by a few light taps on your ankle.
blearily opening your eyes to roach's hand hovering hesitantly over your skin, waiting your permission to touch you.
you weighed the pros and cons in your mind, eyes darting over to simon who pretended not to notice whatever was going on in front of him. he wanted you to make the decision yourself to ensure he was reading you right.
gingerly roach places his hands on your calf, dark brown eyes fixed on your face analyzing your expression like you suddenly would revoke your permission.
simon presses a kiss onto your crown, pleased at the outcome. squeezing his other hand that was wrapped around roach's hip in approval. you let out an appreciative hum as you tucked your head back under simon's jaw.
roach massaged your calves and foot, the comforting strokes luring you straight back to sleep. you don't know how long they spent watching documentaries.
you stir awake in the pre-dawn darkness, you can feel simon's heavy body against your arm. a hand wedged between your stomach and roach who was plastered over your front. roach's forehead was pressed against the curve of your neck, you could feel the puff of his exhale against your skin.
you tucked your face into roach's hair, breathing in an odd mix of loam and vanilla, away from the cold winter air that nipped at your face. clearly simon forgot to turn up the heat.
oh well you had two bodies keeping you warm.
[simon wakes up first to make you both a breakfast in bed]
anyways you somehow got another boyfriend [guard dog], a few weeks later you fuck nasty due to a wet dream and a horny simon {i am not a smut writer do not ask me for this orz}
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