Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

28. 2 weeks

"Basically," he barked out as he put his other shoe on "I can't tell you any more, since it's all classified." you nodded, taking up all the infos he was allowed to give you up until this point. He told you something about that it wasn't his first time on this type of mission, how long he's been in the military and of his experience, what a Lieutenant is, etc. Being brutally honest, you only understood half of it. But what he was saying sounded calming to you and you were quite happy about him opening up to you more and more by the second.

"But what I will tell you, I will be back. And I will see you again. That tiramisu was bloody brilliant." you chuckled, watching him tie his shoe as he got again, all clothed and ready to go.

"And i certainly won't miss out on the main course this place has to offer." his voice rumbled, his strong arms pulling you closer to him and his head resting on yours of course.

"You know you do that a lot?" you asked him about his resting-his-head-on-body-parts-behaviour. A soft hum left his throat, he has never noticed that he does that.

"Mask is heavier than it looks. Need to rest my head every once in a while luv." you rolled your eyes at that.

"You can do better than that." you mumbled. He turned around to open the door and checked his pockets one last time for keys and phone.

"I won't be able to read any messages you send me." his voice echoed through the staircase as he made his way downstairs.

"I kind of...already guessed so...So I...won't hear from you at all...?"

All you got in response was a deep chuckle, and soon, he was gone.

You closed your door and sighed, sliding down to the floor and having a big old cry first. This was it for now, as good as two ended this, he was gone for some time. Some long time, you were convinced. And there wasn't even any point in messaging him, since he won't have his smartphone out on the field. Ohh you hated this. The urge to run after him and hold him, keep him here, grew more and more. But you knew, you couldn't. And you tried so hard, to remember his words. To believe everything he told you. He was still there. And he will also still be there once he comes back.

You spent the first few days cleaning the entirety of your apartment. Deep cleaning. Distracting your mind. When you were at work, you performed fantastic shows. Making more tips than ever usually. You kept yourself busy in order to not have to think about Ghost and what he must go through right now, and it went pretty well.

After you told Grace about your second night with the lieutenant, she was absolutely shipping you two.

It's been 2 weeks since Ghost left now.

"I see it, really. Look. He comes back, right? Big military bag and all, going home of course to...get rid of his stuff, shower, all of that...Actually, no. He comes back, still a little dirty, with his huge military bag, and he arrives on your doorstep first. Because you've been aaaaaaalll he's thinking about in those past, rough few months. Cold nights, bunk beds, men locked in sweaty rooms, only his fist to please himself---"

"Grace you're doing it again" you grunt as you apply your eyeliner in the backstage. You enjoyed listening to her fun imaginations of what things will be like once he's back, but not if she made them sexual like that. It felt like she's mocking him, when she does.

"Right, right. So, anyways. He stands there, looking at your door and all. Sweaty palms." she takes a drag of her spliff, her feet up in the air as she laid on her back.

"He rings. Was this the right decision?! What if there is someone new. She deserves it after all, a man taking care of her---"  you interrupted her as she tried to imitate a deep, british male voice saying all that.

"Graceeeeee...."

"Ugh you're no fun ever since that british dick fucked you" she teased, leading to you throwing your lipstick towards her and the two of you giggling.

"You'll be fine, you will fuck the first night, he will stay at yours, you'll fuck again, you'll take a whole week off work girl. For him, for you both! Then, you'll make your amazing yoghurt pancakes for breakfast, fuck how I miss them.."

"Yeah it's been a while..." you replied in awe

"THEN, he will be so in love with your cooking, that he will fuck you on your 3000 quid worth of kitchen island again, right there & then after devouring the last pancake"

She was so fucking stoned by now, you could only laugh at her.

"Mmmmmmm how I would love to watch you guys actually, you think we could ever arrange a shooting?"

Grace was also an erotic photographer in her free time, never missing out on getting good shots of the nastiest things 2 humans (or more) could do together. You've only seen bits of her collection, they were really impressive.

"Oh my god he would never..."

"You don't think so?! Come on he has a mask on. Not only that," she puffed " he leaves it on when you two shag!"

"So?"

"SO?!" she shaked her head disappointed.

"I could borrow him one of my latex ones, babes that would be soooooo fucking hot. He's massive."

"Grace...I...no..." this was getting out of hand.

She raised both her hands in defeat and finishes her joint, leaving it in the ashtray after.

"Okay, you keep the kitchen island sex for yourself. I wasn't finished. After that, he confesses to you. In his own, troubled uga uga I am big bad boy way. And it will be beautiful. Mmmmmm i can see it. You will be so in love, he will move in after 2 weeks." she giggled out.

"Ugh, you're so childish sometimes." you got up and fixed your garter belt.

"Honey that last part I actually see happen though. Your apartment is fucking perfect for you two weirdos. If he doesn't want to move in right away, someone else will."

You checked your ass one last time in the mirror, collecting a loud slap by Grace on it.

"Speaking of it, sleepover at yours tonight?" she asked playfully, you smiled since it's been so long without company in your apartment. After Ghost, you didn't feel like sleeping with others. It was lonely, but with hope for him coming back sooner than you'd expect.

"I'd love that, Grace." you smiled, grabbing your big fan and leaving for tonight's showtime.