Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

15. Ghosts

It was your day off work. A sweet, sunny spring day.

You decide to meet up in your favourite café with Grace, to reflect on all the things that happened last night and this morning.
Your phone beeps.

GRACE:

"I'm gonna be bit late babe, you can already order xx"

And already order you will, you really do need this coffee after all
You're wearing your big sunglasses, feeling like last nights smut is written all over your face. This felt so unreal.
There's a small, free table you decide to sit on and order your coffee, waiting for your friend.

You're feeling rather empty honestly. Are you in love?
No. No you don't fall for someone that easy. It's not love, that's for sure. Interest. That's what you'd call it. Big, big interest. But so what? There's nothing you can do about it. He's gone, you have no clue what his face even looks like, no number, no address, no nothing. If you could...Check the guestbooks at work? See if they made a reservation? What was the other one's name again...Soap....Soap...Scottish...
John!....
Well...
No, you can't do that either. Even if you would, then what? You're gonna casually call up his teammate and be like "Heyyy, remember me? I'm the one dancer you fucked and that bled all over the sheets! I really like you and think we should hang out haha!"
Ridiculous. You felt like a teenager again.

Your coffee came and you took a sip, trying to pull yourself out of your spiral. At least until Grace is there, she'll help you clear your mind.
And there she is.
She's overdressed, as always. She makes it look so natural though, she's a real sex bomb. One of your biggest inspirations if you may say so.

She smiles as she approaches you and gives you a kiss on the cheek right before sitting down across from you.

"Hey babes how are you?"
"Don't get me started..."
"Was it good yeah? Breathtaking? So he wasn't a weirdo after all? Or maybe he was, weirdos can possibly fuck you even better..." She laughs as she lights up a cigarette.
"Grace I..." you stop for a second, trying to collect your words.
"I've never met a man like him before."

Her mouth widens.

"Oh no darling...This is not what we're doing..."
"No! No I mean...Really! I mean it...Grace he was the whole package. 100% ."
"Darling whats his size..."
"This is not even about his size, Grace!"
"How. long."

You roll your eyes. Even though she was the older and more experienced one, she could be childish at times.
You don't reply to that, just staring into her brown eyes.
She starts positioning her hands to portray a length, 15cm.
You look down to her hands and shake your head. She adds a few.

"Grace no it's not about that"
She takes her cigarette out her lips and gasps.
"He's hung like a horse isn't he?"
"GRACE!"

The waitress appears next to you, you turn red. You are being teenagers right now.

"Peppermint tea for me please, and a piece of your lemon-poppyseed cake. Thank you" she purrs, turning back to you right after.
"Is it thick?" You could not believe this woman.

You two would always chatter about these kinds of things, but you don't feel like she's taking your struggle serious right now.

Like this man is ACTUALLY in your head and you can't stop thinking about who and where he is. But you cave in.

"It is." you mumble, Grace slapping her hands in reply.
"Fucking magnificient"
"Grace please, I...I really think about him. Like, I can't stop you know? This one was different."

She puts out her cigarette in the ashtray, thinking hard at what you just said.

"Go on then...Different you say?"
"Yes! He...You know how I always put others first?"
"Oooooh yes, all too well"
"Right? Now last night he...Grace he was the one putting ME first, he didn't even cum!"
"WHAT?"
"WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING! PLUS, he managed to make me cum! That shit never happens and you know that!"

The waitress comes along again, placing Grace's order in front of her.

"Thanks love" She smiles, hastily grabbing the honey to put it in her tea and stir.

"He actually made you come?" she whispers
You nod, taking a sip from your now cold coffee.
She shakes her head, putting the spoon aside.
"Unbelievable."
"Right?"

You both sit in silence, you feel a huge weight leaving your shoulders, now that you could finally tell someone and they actually listened to you.

"You wanna hear the cherry on top?"
"There is more?!" she blurts out
"As he was fucking me on my bed, I got my fucking period."
"Oh babes I'm so sorry..."
"No...he didn't mind it one bit."
"I mean that whole group was military, they must see much worse shit than bits of period blood."
"And that is the exact same thing he told me, as he continued to fuck me in the shower."
"Y/N you need to bag him. Where is he?"

You frown, reality crashing back in again. "Gone...I mean..That's the problem. I don't know shit about him. Didn't even take his mask off"

"Oh my god so you fucked with the mask on" Grace starts laughing, leaning her head back. Now that you said it out loud you also laugh at it.
"It was so hot though. Mysterious and all..."
"Yeah a little mask kink never hurt nobody, there's no shame in that, I get it."

You shake your head at the term "Mask kink". This wasn't about some kink, after all. Like you said, he was your own personal jackpot, everything on him was just your type.

"All I know is that his name's Simon..." you sigh, finishing your coffee.
"Well that won't bring you very far, babe"
"I know but...Don't we have that group registered somewhere? Didn't they make a reservation?"

She frowns now and shakes her head.

"They came in just like that darling. No reservations, no names."

Ouch. So no chances at all, to find him again. That kinda hurt.

"I'm sorry Y/N..." she gently squeezes your hand.
"It's fine, whatever. I didn't wanna get my hopes up...Not much anyways....It's nice for what it was. The best one night stand ever."
"Should hang up posters of a skull mask, maybe you find him..." She laughs as she goes for her tea.
"Ohh shut up" you giggle.

You start wondering where he was right now. If he was still in the city. If he lives here? Or if they had to go back to...base or whatever military people do, you don't know.
It was a birthday party though, they were planning on and then indeed getting real drunk, they must still be in the city. There's no way that John guy is in a state to travel right now.
Wait a minute-------

"My hat! Where is my hat??"

Grace looks at you confused

"The cowboy hat, you know which one! The one Mary made for me with the rhinestones and all! I left it...Fuck I left it on Soaps head, is it still at work?"
"Haven't seen it, i'm afraid...I also did not see them leave, was backstage getting stoned with Lana..."
"Nooooo...not the hat...Can we go check?"
"Like, right now?" she raises an eyebrow as she points onto her full cup of tea.
You calm down, noticing how nervous you have gotten.
"S-sure...Not now, i'm sorry. But...I really don't want to lose this hat, fuck why did i not think of it yesterday?!"

"Cos you were busy getting railed by a ghost" she chuckles, offering you one of her cigarettes.

You smile at that remark, feeling kind of stupid, kind of not.