Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

21. Lights off

Opening your eyes, you peek over to your glass coffee table, some bite-sized bits of margherita pizza and the tiny white box of tiramisu waiting there. You held onto his chest, still listening to the beat of his heart. This heart that kept on giving, even though you could not grasp why he was being so good to you. It doesn't make sense in your head.

"W-want tiramisu?" you whisper, still holding on to him tight like a cat that's just been rescued out a burning house, which felt kind of on point.

His chest vibrates as he speaks "Now how can I say no to that..." A smile showing on your face, caused by the comfort his voice gives you.

"Will yer let me go to get us some spoons?" he hums, not letting go of you himself.

"N-negative" you whisper carefully, hoping this doesn't turn as uncomfortable as it did before when you tried to repeat his words.

Suddenly, he lifts you up. It happens so fast you don't grasp what's happening at first, immediately wrapping your legs around his hips though as you register what he's doing. You now held onto the tall man Koala style. He carries you with an ease once again, walking you both to the room next door. Looking around the spacious kitchen, he's trying to find out where you keep the cutlery. You look at his dark eyes analyzing the room, slowly moving your hands up to cup his face. His long lashes framing his strong, serious eyes so well. He looks at you now, you both sharing the closest eye contact you two had so far. How you wish he wouldn't be wearing that mask right now. Should you go for it? It feels like the right thing to do, your lips practically burning for this. Your eyes now closed, you lean in for a soft kiss onto where you hope for his lips to be.

X marks the spot.

You feel the warm softness of lips behind the dark fabric. Your whole body turning hot at what you just did, you lean back again and open your eyes, to catch his still closed. You stroke his left cheek carefully. He stumbles forwards and lets you sit on the kitchen island, cold granite making you jump a bit as it touches your bare ass, you were wearing a short dress tonight. He notices and quickly moves his big hands towards your butt so that you can sit on them. Your arms are wrapped around his neck now.

"Thought you wanted the tiramisu" his voice deeply grumbles.

"Maybe I want the main course first..." you whisper, index finger innocently making it's way down his neck to his chest.

"Pizza was the starter?" he comments

"Please, Simon..." you whisper with all seriousness now. You needed this, arousal making it's way through your whole body.

He looks deep into your eyes, before one of his hands leaves, your buttock once again touching the cold countertop.

Ghost lifts up his mask, just a bit. He hesitates. Your breath stops for a second, mind being an absolute mess right now. Is he gonna do it?

"Bird...Let's make a compromise."

"Y-yes, sure"

"Lights off, that fine with you?"

You frown a bit at his offer, but feel like it is only fair. You nod which makes him turn around and look for the lightswitch, which was nowhere to be found. You giggle as you were about to say something crazy.

"You want to see something really...cool..." you shyly ask him, regretting your purchase 2 nights into living in this new apartment but you thought it would just be so cool.

He gives you a confused look as you lift your hands and clap 2 times, the gloomy lights slowly turning off.

"You've got to be kidding me" his voice cuts through the darkness. You can't help but burst out laughing.

"It's so ridiculous! I thought it would be cool but really just...Stupid impulse purchase..." you lift your buttock as his hand offers to be your pillow again.

"Came in useful right now..." he says barely audible as his lips suddenly met yours, your eyes closing immediately. They were warm, soft, bigger than you would have thought. You wish you could imagine a shape to them but you just can't, giving up pretty fast, melting right there. You carefully cup his face again, feeling a little stubble and moving down his neck, which is still stubbly and big.

Your legs wrap around his hip again as he leans in closer, his groin slightly touching your crotch.  A few innocent kisses quickly turn into his tongue asking for permission to enter, you of course allowing it in. The sound of deep breathing now filling the kitchen, his hands slowly moving to dig into both of your thighs. He tests how far he's allowed to go, digging deeper every second, until you let out a small whimper.

"Too much?" he kisses you, "or just the right amount?" he breathes out inbetween wet kisses.

"I can take even more." you whisper, hanging onto his lips.

A chill running down his back.

"I like the sound of that"