Ghost [smooth operator] [+]

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"Fourth floor room 401." 

"Did you say something dear?" The drunken old man you seduced from the bar groggily swayed as he had his hand wrapped sloppily around your waist.

"No dear come on take me to your room." You swayed reciprocating the same energy of his drunken spirit. He laughed taking you along to his room.

"I can't wait any more." Taking his shirt by the collar you smashed your lips against his allowing his hands to sloppily explore your figure. "Let me unlock the door." He sperated from the messy kiss for a second before reconnecting the two of you moments after he kicked the door open.

Without a second wasted he pinned you against the wall using his calloused and wrinkled hands to try and remove your dress from you.

"Now." You said.

The drunken man watched you curiously as he wasn't sure what you meant. But enough was said as his head shot sideways, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he collapsed to the floor.

"Good shot Lt." you panted wiping your lips ridding of the bitter taste of alcohol. "You called it."

Ghosts thick accent rang in your ears as you could feel this pool of warmth form within you. He always had a way with his tone around you.

Stepping towards the now broken window you gave Ghost a thumbs up. "Pull your dress down Sargent." He demanded seeing the slightest glimpse of your undergarment.

"Why don't you pull it down for me yeah?" You teased, hearing him huff in response. "Enough get out of there (y/n)." Price spoke as he was tired hearing you flirt with ghost for him to only argue with you for not taking thing seriously.

He was caring, to you at least.

"Tomorrow you fly back." Price said once more before disconnecting himself leaving you and Ghost to entertain yourselves for the night.

Waiting down at the lobby was a dark car with the windows rolled down showing the all too familiar face of your lieutenant.

"Aww taking your lady home?" You smiled tossing the case file you stole from the target in the back of the car.

"Hurry it's cold."

You smirked, knowing he hated the thought of you wearing revealing clothes. Though he'd hate to admit it, he hated the thought of seeing you with someone that isn't him, his desire for your touch and warmth grew more as each passing day. He was hungry for you, and could want nothing more than to be inside you.

Just the thought alone made him loose control. His mind fogged by the sound of your voice, the way your teasing tone rolled slowly off your tongue as your smirk complimented the desirable look in your eyes.

When alone he found himself thinking of you, in ways a man shouldn't think of his comrade. By night fall his hands explored the crevices of his body as he fantasized about you under him.

He knew he was loosing sight of himself but couldn't convince himself to come to terms with it.

"Hello? Ghost?" You waved your hand in front of his face catching him of guard. "We made it to the house, get out." You said unhooking your seat belt.

"Y-yeah." He then turned off the ignition and got out the car walking behind you slowly trying to calm himself before he made any rash decisions, he might've not regretted them but he knew actions have consequences.

"Get changed and head to bed." Ghost said clearing his throat. You spun around facing him watching as he stood at the door of the cabin.

"Why, I think it looks nice." You said running your hands down your hips to your waist tracing your figure within the dress.

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