simon is an absolute sucker for back scratches send tweet.
he's sold from the first moment you absentmindedly trail your nails down his freckled back, fingertips skimming over mottled and scarred skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. it's a simple gesture, one that he's not even sure you're aware you're doing as you curl yourself against him in the dim light of your bedroom. there's something addicting about the way you touch him, and the next time simon finds himself laying awake on the other side of the world he longs for the feeling. aches for it.
when simon finally does come home, he's plastered to your side. pins you to the couch and later to the bed - in a much different way - before flopping on his side and mumbling something sleepily. "what did you say si?"
"scratch me," is his response, his deep voice muffled by the pillows he's buried his face in. simon lets out an audible groan when he feels your fingernails ghosting over his back. his breathing evens out within minutes, tension he wasn't even aware he was holding slowly melting away. your hands don't stop their movements until soft snores start to slip from his parted lips. you smile, settling down into the pillows as you prepare to follow him into sleep -
"why did you stop?"
a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate and happy holidays everyone!! i’ve been MIA for far too long so please accept this little drabble i had in my drafts (inspired by my boyfriend who’s brain literally shuts down when i start scratching his back) as a peace offering
i hope everyone has a lovely holiday and if this time of year is tough for you we’ll get through it together ❤️
