Heaven.
Simon carefully lets you down on your bed. The whole room is dark, but you have a big window just on the opposite side of him, allowing you to make out his silhouette in the subtle city lights.
He clears his throat as he now fully takes his jeans and socks off, standing there in a black turtleneck and his tight underpants. He's fit.
It comes as no surprise, considering him being military and all, but he's that kind of fit that looks just right, not the poser type.
"Enjoying the view then?" His voice rumbles quietly
"Very much so" you smile, moving your legs up playfully, knees towards your chest, still laying on your back.
His large hands suddenly touch your feet. You let out a giggle, followed by a deep sigh as he starts massaging your left foot.
"Been standing on your feet all day love..." the masked man says as he takes his time, pressing his thumbs into the arch of your foot.
I repeat. Heaven.
Every second of this feels so good, yet so wrong. You aren't used to be the receiving part. You're the person always making sure everyone else is having their fair share before you. Always putting others first, even if it means that you won't find peace. This is so different. And it makes you question him. His behaviour towards you. How can a stranger treat you so good, without wanting anything in return?
His hands move onto your right foot, repeating the same movements, occasionally looking over to see your face. Your eyes are closed though. For the first time in a long while, you let go of all the stress that's been building up in your head and you tell yourself repeatingly that you.deserve.this.
"You're not sleepin though are ya?"
"No...No i'm not, Ghost."
"Simon"
"Right...Simon...barely saw you all night...Ghost was kind of fitting...stuck with...me"
"You're falling asleep" he says dryly as he squeezes the ball of your foot.
"You're...good at this..." you answer drowsily.
"You gotta take care of your body every now and then...In a draining, active job...it's important to understand what your body needs...understand how it works, after all..."
You open your eyes and look at his big hands working your foot. You sit up slowly and feel a level of relaxation you didn't even know existed.
He stands there on the side of your bed and looks down at you.
"I don't want to sleep, Simon"
"Go on & tell me what you want"
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
