═══𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 ;
𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 💚
𝗖𝗢𝗗: MW2 2022
Oc female x Simon Riley!
Started: 1st November 2022
Completed: 27th January 2023
Edited: 5th October, 2025
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Warning: Brief mention of an OD.
╭──────────╮ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ╰──────────╯
Simon's herculean arms enveloped Poppy's waist in an affectionate embrace of sweet longing. His heart had ached in the absence of her benevolent presence. It was eager to rapidly beat to the familiar rhythm of her treasured and desired presence again.
It was.
It pounded wildly within the center of his chest and pearly ribcage. It was like a bull was ramming its horns against the inside of his heart, chuffing out furious exhales from its nostrils.
His arms slithered around her like a whispering hissing snake. His hold on her was forbearing and was certainly not constricting in any way. It was not restrictive or suffocating, simply just serene.
He had spread his palms open across her spine, bringing her impossibly closer. There was no space between them. The lieutenant and the sergeant were hugged chest to chest.
Heart against heart.
The vermillion beating organs that thumped inside their internal bones, skin and blood had outstretched their hands. They were finally brought back together, reunited, clutching each other's hands tightly in fear of separating again.
His face buried itself against her perfumed throat. He felt the ember warmth of her flesh through his skull balaclava and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a few seconds.
It reminded Simon of when they were both seventeen. He remembered a particular memory of when the atmosphere was draped with a thick ebony blanket with gold flakes splattering the sky like glittering paint.
It was two twenty-seven in the morning and Simon was walking the damp streets of Manchester with his navy blue hoodie drawn over his head to prevent drizzling rain from soaking his hair.
He had left his house in such a rush that he had left his coat behind on the sofa. All his mind was telling him was to get out of the house and get away from his raging dad.
The soles of his shoes splashed dirty puddles and cars driving past him along the road disregarded him as they sped through deep puddles, not caring if they drenched him head to toe.
He only had one location in mind and he knew the path off by heart. He had made his way there many times before and he didn't even need to read a street sign to know what direction to go in.
