love, simon. (simon 'ghost' riley x oc (read caption!))

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i froze.

this was all i had wanted for the past new months.

i wrapped my hands around his warm cheeks, holding our faces together for a few moments before dragging my hands down to his shoulders.

"L.t you-" soap called, cutting himself off when he saw us.

ghost instinctively ripped back, pulling his balaclava down to cover his mouth.

"don't say a fucking word to anyone." i warned.

he covered his eyes and turned away, walking off.

"ghost i-"

"i'm sorry sergeant. i shouldn't have done that." and without another word, he turned to leave.

i grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to me, looking up into his eyes.

"don't. this is all i have wanted for the past few months." i reached up and pulled his balaclava to his nose, dragging his face down into another kiss.

his large hands wrapped around my cheeks, then travelled down my body, hoisting me up so he could carry me.

my legs wrapped around his waist, my lips never leaving his as he rushed us to his room.

he opened the door, keeping me up with one hand under my ass.

"ghost-" i broke our kiss.

"please, call me simon." he smirked, cutting me off.

i sat there stunned.

his name.

his real name.

simon.

it was so pretty.

just like him.

"simon, are you sure about this?" i asked.

"100%, i've wanted this since i laid my eyes on you on your first day." he dropped me down onto his bed, his hands holding his tall figure up above me as he leant in again, trailing soft kisses and small lovebites down my neck.

"nngh~ simon please." i moaned softly.

"shhh sweetheart, don't want anyone to hear you now do we?" he taunted, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.

i leant up and kissed him again as he stripped his own shirt off.

he continued his trail of kisses and hickeys from my neck, down my breasts and to the hem of my pants.

he hooked a finger around the waistband and i froze.

i'm not ready.

i can't do this.

stop, please stop.

"stop." i blurted out.

simon jumped back, standing up and removing his hands from my pants.

"i'm sorry, i can't do this, i'm not ready." i teared up, pulling myself to sit cross-legged on his bed.

"hey, hey you're ok. i would never do anything you weren't ready for." he sat beside me, handing me my shirt and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

i just broke down sobbing, reliving the trauma from a the other night and all those years ago.

simon pulled me into his chest, holding me softly as i bawled.

"i'm so sorry for leading you on and ruining the moment." i apologized between choked sobs.

"hey, we're focusing on you right now. you weren't ready, and you communicated that. you didn't ruin anything, you stood up for yourself and your safety." he assured, patting my hair down softly.

i pulled my shirt on, wiping tears from my face.

"i'm so sorry, i understand if you're mad at me." i apologized again.

"why would i be mad at you?" he questioned.

"why wouldn't you? i just lead you on." i sniffled, standing up.

"i feel like something's happened that you're not telling me about." he furrowed his brows in concern.

i thought about it.

"it's stupid, he was just being a boy." i spoke softly.

ghost scooted to the edge of the bed and took my hands.

even with me standing, his head was at my nose.

"i said no, i'd been leading him on all night, and i said no. he got mad and we did it anyway, even though i was begging him to stop, he didn't. i just...i haven't had sex in so long because i didn't want it to happen again." i cried softly.

"sweetheart, i would never. you didn't deserve that, and it isn't your fault at all." he said, softly stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"i'm sorry simon, i just can't. not yet." i shook my head.

"i understand, and i'll be here when you're ready." he kissed my hands gently.

"thank you." i hugged him, kissing his masked cheek softly.

"why don't i take you to your bed, you can sleep all comfortable in your own room, and you don't have to think about me. sound ok?" he suggested, standing beside me.

"sounds good." i nodded, watching him put his shirt back on.

he walked my to my room and kissed me goodnight.

i closed the door behind me and stripped off to my underwear, throwing my sleep shirt back on before i crept into bed.

wrapping the blankets over my small frame, i closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.