Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

17. Unknown

"You serious?" the scottish accent pierces through your ears.

"Kind of, yeah" you gulp in response.

Soap is confused. He did not expect this at all. You see his confusion and guess it means that Ghost has not told them anything.

"For what reason, if I may ask? Don't get me wrong lass...He's quite...the type...I can't just take you with me now, you understand that, right?"

You can't let him know what you and Simon were up to last night if he hasn't even told him himself.

They're much closer than you and him. You're just a random stranger basically and you don't know but you're pretty sure he wouldn't like his teammates knowing whom he's been sleeping with at night.

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. Just...You guys were some interesting folks to have around, I wouldn't mind uhm...having you...around again? He had a sweet humour" you're just dropping random words now, hoping it all makes sense in the end.

"Sweet?" he scoffs out

"Ghost is many things but sweet, madam" he shudders

You touch his hands. "Just...I liked you lot...That's all..."

"Well I like you too" he replies, "have heard lots of stories about you. Couldn't believe when I saw it with my own eyes. Incredible body control. Amazing show you gave us there, 'twas a real pleasure!"

You hear a car honking outside, Soap tilting his head and shouting something scottish you can't quite make out.

"Alright lass, give me your number then, I really have to get going."

You nod hastily as you look for something to write with. A pen appears right next to your face, you turn around and look upwards to Grace, handing you a paper and pen.

"Thank you" you smile brightly, scribbling down your number and signing it with Pearl.

"Was nice seeing you" Soap stutters as he takes the paper, nodding towards Grace. Clearly intimitated by her heigth, but there's more to the way he looks at her...

"Pearl" he takes your hand and gives it a kiss, Grace slapping your shoulder at that.

"Ma'am" he motions to repeat the same thing with Graces', but she doesn't move, staring down at the scot.

"Alright" he breathes out and hurries outside, you both looking at his behind as he jogs towards the exit until eventually, he's gone.

"He's definitely sub" Grace mutters.

Now you slap her arm.

"Cute though...Have you seen the look on his face, when I did not let him kiss my hand? That's how you show them. He looked so desperate."

You shake your head, smiling.

You're on cloud 9.

You put all your trust in this. Please let him call you. This is all you wish for.

She lovingly squeezes your cheek as she turns around again.

"Look who's smiling" she says

"I really hope that he'll text me, Grace."

"We all do, honey."

5 days later

You just finished a stageshow together with Grace, those are always the highlights. Something about two pretty, half-naked women dancing around each other that gets the whole crowd going.

You both giggle as you enter backstage, holding your water bottles and crashing onto the big sofa. Today was a Saturday, one of the busiest days of the week. You're pretty exhausted once again and can't wait to lay in your bed. You take off your high-heels and massage your feet, closing your eyes as sweat drips down your forehead.

Grace is counting some money as she stuffs it in an envelope and into her bag, then getting out a bag of weed to roll a spliff.

"Oh Grace, could I borrow some of yours? I'm currently all out of grass but just need a tiny bit for only one!" Mary calls out, a sweet co-worker of yours.

"Sure darling, come here" Grace says, getting up and seperating some of that green for the dancer.

You take a sip out of your water bottle and look at the clock on the wall. It's midnight. Prime time. You check your phone and go through some messages that you don't pay any attention to, scrolling to see if there is any new number that has contacted you. Nothing. You drop your phone and continue to massage your feet.

Grace lights up her doobie as she gently dances around you.

"You know this moment after a show, when you're still kind of feeling it? And you just can't stop?"

You laugh, kneading your toes. "No, actually I don't. After my shows I usually don't want to move a single muscle anymore."

She shrugs and takes another drag, offering some to you too. You decline.

She sits back down next to you, looking at your feet.

"That skullface, you're missing him now?" Of course you told her about him massaging your feet too.

"Soooo much, Grace...How I long for someone like him to just...Wait for me at home and...Not even speak to me much just...Argh..."

She strokes your hand.

"Still no message?"

"No...I give up actually...It's been close to a week and John already told me that they're leaving for work in 2...So fuck it..."

"John?" She blows circles of smoke into the air

"Soap"

"Ahh" she chuckles ", so that's his real name."

You nod, dropping your feet now and fixing your bra.

"I might just...go home now actually"

"Awww babes did I get you down? I'm sorry..."

"No it's not you it's...I'm tired you know, and I still want to go over to Joes to grab a slice of Pizza before he closes. So might as well just go now."

She nods, wipping her feet to the beat of the music playing.

Theres like 8 people walking through the backstage right now. Some getting ready, some taking drugs, some working on their stage outfits. It was all very warm and familiar to you. All you knew basically. Always someone stressing about something or someone, and then you have someone like Grace, who's slowly sinking into the big velvet couch, smoking a joint and enjoying the vibes.

You go to your personal locker and get some wet wipes, feeling like you'd rather shower at home in peace.

Wiping along the most important parts, you toss it away and reapply your lip liner now. Your phone, which is still on the couch beeps.

"Grace can you pleaaaaase?" You ask her, as you're currently drawing over your cupids bow.

You hear a loud, excited laugh that nearly makes you overline your lips.

You turn around quickly as she shows you the screen of your phone.

Since she's too far away you walk over to her on your bare feet, reading the message you just received.

Unknown

This is Simon, Johnny gave me your number.

What are you doing tonight, tiny Pearl?