Eeeeee Giggling, Twirling My Hair N Kicking My Feet

eeeeee giggling, twirling my hair n kicking my feet

".... whats that one for?"

"hm?" you hum, not taking your eyes off the mirror in front of you as you gently scrubbed your face.

"this one, love," simon says, picking up the pink container of eye cream. the small container looks even tinier in his huge hands and you give it a glance.

"eye cream, its to help with under eye bags and things like that," you mumble as you rinse your face and pick up a bottle of serum. he watches you quietly as you use the dropper and rub the liquid into your skin.

"whats that?"

"this?" you hold up the bottle you were using, "hylaluronic acid."

simon furrows his brows.

"sounds like somethin' johnny would use in 'is bloody explosives."

you giggle and nod,

"kinda, but its good for your skin, repairs the barrier and what not."

he nods, pretending to understand what you're talking about and leans in the door frame of the bathroom, watching you still.

"why are you suddenly so interested in my routine anyways?" you ask as you face the mirror again and apply more products.

simon shrugs. he's not going to admit that he's never thought you looked more beautiful than you do right now. you're in his home, getting ready to go to sleep in his arms. despite his composed demeanor he practically giddy as a school boy with a crush on the inside.

you finally apply the last cream and tuck everything away in the cabinet. you turn to him with a soft smile,

"ready for bed?"

he swears his heart is going to beat out of his chest, fuck how could one person be so pretty? its not fair, he thinks, that you do this to him. but at the same time he's grateful for it, eternally grateful that you chose him of all people. out of the entire world, you were doing your routine so you could lay down and sleep with him.

he mirrors your small smile and grabs your hand.

"glad youre finally done, lets sleep then, love."