Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

29. Revelations

You two were drunk by the time you reach your apartment. Very.

You giggle at Grace telling you about that one firefighter she once fucked, a story you've heard before but it just didn't get old. Also she was a real comedian when drunk.

Stumbling into the building, you maneuver yourself to the mailbox and get the handful of letters that's been waiting in there. You both decide for the stairs, which you quickly regretted as your best friend made you laugh so hard you nearly peed yourself. You had to sit down in order to not let that happen. She laughs hysterically and repeatingly apologizes, which doesn't help since you're both stuck in a massive laughing fit.

She holds out her hand to you and helps you get up, you deciding to run up the last flights of stairs pulling her after you. Once you reach your apartment you drop all your stuff and run to the bathroom, peeing with the door open. Grace tries to catch her breath now and claps twice, lights in the corridor turning on gently. She knows your place by heart.

"Fuckin love that feature." she calls out, taking off her platform boots.

"You really do, I know...Ghost would only mutter You've got to be kiddin me when I actually showed him."

"He's not a man of class, babe"

You giggle at that remark, still sittin on the toilet. You remember that moment with him so well. God, how you miss him. You hope he's also thinking of you. Once you finish you wash your hands and leave to the corridor, picking up all the things you aimlessly dropped on the floor. Skipping through the letters you see one unfamiliar envelope. It had muddy fingerprints on it. Wait a second--

You ripped it open and yelped. Holding your mouth shut. Grace was already in the kitchen investigating your fridge.

"What?" she chewed out, a 3 day-old-donut in her mouth.

You don't reply, steadying your breath as you start reading the letter you held in your hands now.

Little Pearl,

only a few days in and i can surely exclaim already: You're in my head. I don't know what you're doing there, don't know when it started, but it's for certain. Words are not my strength, I'm sure you have noticed. Little clever bird you are. Still I want this to reach you, it feels much easier than telling you face to face. I think of you every night. There's not much sleep to get around here anyways and so I spend my nights trying to picture what you're up to. Probably dancing, or you're busy ordering your Ponkterest interior.(I still think you should get the black desk chair instead of the white.) Imagining you now, laying in your bed in only a nightgown, scrolling through your shops and ordering all that stuff that you do, even that causes a tension in my groin. You've really put a spell on me, woman. Just know, I'm well and hope to see you soon. Truth be told, I can't wait for it.

Simon

You giggle at the small skull he scribbled next to his name, you could not believe your eyes reading this letter. He wrote this.

He actually sat down, in a tent or whatever it looks like where he is, and took his time to write this small letter, letting you know that he does indeed think of you. Your heart was beating so fast.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Grace asks you, shoving the second donut in now.

You turn around teary-eyed as you show her the letter.

"Love i'm fucking trashed I ain't reading all that." She murrs.

"It's Simon!...He misses me!"

She drops some crumbs and stares deep in your eyes.

"No way" she mumbles, you just nod in reply.

"Y/n...You have to marry him. Which man on this godforsaken world still writes letters?!"

"I-I don't know...Must be a military thing...I don't know Grace I...I can't believe it..."

"This calls for shots hun" she rushes back to your kitchen, you held onto the letter tight.

What was he doing, right now ?

You two listened to loud music and shared drinks, having a little 2-people party. She had her camera on her and took some photos of you. You licking some salt off your hand, your face after taking a shot of tequila, you biting into the slice of lemon after the tequila.

"Oh.My.God. I have the idea, y/n." she announces sluggishly.

"I'm all ears" you reply in a low tone, still trying to process the alcohol you just downed.

"Lets send him some nudes. Only two, maybe three photos. He will definitely marry you after that babes I KNOW it!"

"Grace stopppp, who s-*hiccup* said I wanna marry..." you nibble on the lemon, enjoying the sour sensation on your tongue.

"I do. I know you. And he's the man. Lets get you some of your best undies and onto your sofa. You told me he seems to love the brown leather, no? LETS DO IT!" she was so proud of her idea, you could hear.

"I-I don't know...I don't even know where to send it..."

"Huh? Same address you got that love letter from obviously?"

You shook your head, there was no address on there, only yours.

"Pfft....we'll..just...fucking google it then. Simon Ghost...Military base...fuckknowswhere...Let's take some pretty pictureeeeeees..." you both were just non-stop-giggling by now.

You quite liked the idea, it's been a long time you had sexy photos of yours taken. You liked the process, especially with Grace taking the photos. She was good in it and knew your angles.

"Lets try it at least...They'll reach his eyes eventually..."

"That's my girl!" she downs a shot of tequila herself now.

"Now, get naked" she purrs. You roll your eyes as you get up and rush to the living room, setting the mood.