Reaching your destination, Ghost turns off the engine. It started to rain really hard and you two decide to stay in the car for a bit, sitting in silence. Jazz quietly playing from the speakers.
"I'm not made for rain..." you mumble, looking out the window with arched eyebrows. You hear something you make out as a faint chuckle coming from the drivers seat. As you turn over, you see him slightly snickering, his chest moving in quick little movements.
"Hey!" You slap his arm carefully. Pathetically, even. It was so soft, for a second you wonder if he even felt anything at all.
"There's no need to get all violent now." His voice rumbles in a deep tone, a stark contrast to his quiet chuckling just before. How you missed his voice.
You smile, catching the irony coming from his tongue, and look back out the window. His car is parked right across your complex. People running for cover, thunder now drumming in the distance.
"Uh Oh..." you whisper, looking over to the big man next to you, he looks at you too now. Eyes glazing down on you. Deep, dark eyes.
"Afraid of thunder?"
"No, you?"
He shakes his head no, taking a deep breath as he reaches for the handle on the side of his seat, moving it back so that he can lean down a bit.
You look at his body now, relaxing like that. His longsleeve tucked into his jeans tightly, no single spot of skin to be seen. His black tactical belt looks like it's seen better days. He looks so neat yet, when you look at the details, it all has a certain roughness, some history to it.
"You just let me know when you're ready then, sugar pearl." There it was again, his sarcastic, but comforting tone.
"Could stay here all night...Mask...Man" you cringe at your failed attempt on bringing a sly comeback.
"What about your pizza, hm?"
"Can eat here just fine."
"No, you can't" he answers amused.
"I can't?" you look down towards his face now.
He shakes his head, his hands chilling on the back of his head. He looks as relaxed as it gets.
"No eating in my car. Even just storing your food on my backseat doesn't sit right with me a hundred percent, but because it's you, I'll turn a blind eye this time."
Your cheeks heat up at that last remark. But because it's you.
"Well aren't you a gentleman, Simon?" now you hit him with your sarcasm.
"Am I not? Should I drop you off at your work again? Apologies for picking you up in the first place, birdie."
You laugh now, full on laughing filling his car. Looking at his eyes, you can see them crinkle up in the corners. He must be smiling too. You like the look of that. Suddenly, the whole sky turns white for a second, thunder soon following. Now even louder.
"Alright, calculating our situation we have two options. Option 1: We walk those 10 meters over to your place right now, leaving us only a little wet. Or we stay in 'ere, not leaving the car, stuck in what looks like it's gonna be a real ugly thunderstorm, possibly getting even more wet trying to leave the car. What do you think?"
"What about option 3? Leaving the car, you grab me by my waist, I look over to you all confused as you kiss me in the rain. People cheering in the distance. End credits playing--"
"Negative, love" he interrupts you, fixing his seat back into it's original position and pulling his car keys out the ignition lock.
"Was trying to be funny" you snarl at him
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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...
