Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

30. Polaroids

"Good God he's gonna have the best wank of his life to that darling." The diva murrs as she takes your photo, the flash going off and illuminating your bare body positioned on the leather armchair Ghost seems to like so much. The only thing you're wearing being a pair of white, see through mesh knickers that looked so innocent.

"Pheeewwww the contrast between that roughed up leather and the well-behaved panties, is it just me or it's getting hot in here?!"

You felt amazing when Grace was around, like a goddess. You sink into the armchair now, taking a sip of your lost-track-of-ith cocktail and getting comfy. Grace casually continued with the photos, it felt natural and thats how she liked it.

"Honestly babes, imagine it and tell me. Please. Him receiving the photos for the first time: How would a Ghost react?"

*snap*

"Mmmmmm..." a sound makes it out your throat, glass still in your hand. "How would he...Well he does fancy me, right?"

"What part of you does he pay most attention to, have you noticed?"

                                            *snap*            

You have to think for a minute. What part...? He did spend a good amount of time caressing your breasts, thats for sure. Biting and nibbling on them whenever he could...But there is more...What about the first night you had shared with him? The way he kneaded your feet and looked at them too...What if that's what he liked the most? Fuck, now you really want to know. Your drunk mind would call him right now, just to ask, that's how confident you felt.

*snap*                            

Your butt? Simon would squeeze it, smack it, bite it. His hands somehow always managed to find their way to your behind, no matter which position. The way he squeezed them as you were positioned on the cold granite of your kitchen island. How they felt so very big on your cheeks. Them digging into your skin as he spread them, his tongue reaching for--- *snap*

"Ass" you say quietly.

Grace was finishing her drink and then turned back to you.

"Your ass sure is something" she licks her lips as she reaches for her camera again and motions for you to turn around. You get up and put your knees on the seat, leaning over the backrest and presenting your ass.

"Ffffuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk, better lock away your men..." your friend lets out as she bends over and gets a good angle of that. You smile and try to imagine Ghost reacting to these photos, you really want to see it.

"Well, his eyes would widen for sure, that's the first thing."

"And bare minimum" she mutters, leaving to the kitchen to fix you some more drinks.

"Then he...Would look through all of them again, one by one...Taking his time with each one...Uhm...Neeexxxtt...probably, wanking." You both laugh at that.

"I mean how could you not?! But Y/n, would he wank in a brainless, caveman way or do you think he would actually appreciate the gesture and...you know, wank, get a ring, fly over to you and fucking put it on your finger?" You throw your sock thats been lying on the floor after her as she enters the room with two glasses and you both burst out laughing. She puts the glasses down on the coffee table and sits down across from you. She glances over some of the polaroids as they finish developing and then checks her other analogue camera. You also check but they haven't finished yet.

"What is it with you not letting go of that marrying thing..." you mumble into your glass, holding your foot thats with you on the sofa.

"Hun, I don't know if its marrying that you want...But I know you by now and it certainly is not the single lifestyle you enjoy much. And the way you talk about this man? The way he treated your fucking panic attack?! He's a keeper. And you're constantly repeating that size does not matter to you but him being hung certainly adds to that."

You nod, lost in thoughts. What if she's right? It certainly does sound like you. You don't get much out of one time things. Also dating-apps, all of that, just wasn't for you. And with the baggage of your former relationship, it doesn't make things easier... With Simon you already felt like you guys had some foundation, but then comes the doubt of having only been with him 2 times...

"Love we'll have to send him all look at thoseeeee" she says as she leans over the table, taking close looks at her work. You reach over now and look too. They turned out good. Like she said, the contrast your white, mesh-lacy panties brought with them made them so special. He'll be looking a long time at them.

"I like this one..." you say, taking one of the last few ones you shot and taking a closer look. It was taken from the frog-perspective and behind, your ass being the center of attention. But you were sitting on your knees with your feet placed underneath your butt, so the toes were peeking out just a little bit. This is 2-in-1 basically, it's perfect. Along with that you take 2 other photos. One showing you from the front, it was possible to make out the little strip you had shaved underneath the mesh fabric. And the other one, being one of the casual ones she took when you weren't really posing. You held your glass and were deep in your thoughts in there, thinking about which part of you he likes the most. You smiled cheekily and got a pen, writing that down underneath the photo.

What part of me do you adore the most?

You felt accomplished. You want him to have these photos right now. Why could he not just...Let you know some way to reach him.

You stayed like that for a bit, keeping that polaroid you've written on in your hand to let it all dry properly.

"One more?" Grace asks, hiccuping as she does.

"I think we should call it a night." you giggle, watching her lazy eyes.

"Will you make those pancakes tomorroooooooow?" she howls out, packing away her cameras.

"All those photos you just took of me? I'll make you a tower."

She throws her hand up into the air and yelps, moving over to you then to smooch your cheek.

"He's gonna love them so much."

"I also think so." you manage to say, being 100% convinced of what you just said. No self-doubt eating you up.

The next morning was pure horror. You both woke up with the worst hangover, ever.

"Mmmmmm..." Grace mumbles, touching your face aimlessly and pulling you out of your dreams.

"Grace w-what...what is it...I.." you pant, startled at her paw just dropping in your face like that.

"Pancaaakes" she groans out.

"Good morning to you too" you whisper, turning back around and pulling the pillow over your head. This is way too early.

"You promiiiissseed" she whines as she takes a sip of water, you both prepared and put bottles on each nightstand.

You try to fall asleep again but the dancer's leg gives you a light kick.

"GRACE!" you shout, throwing your pillow on her now.

"THE Y/N I KNOW KEEPS HER PROMISES!" She cries out into the pillow, muffled and enjoying getting on your nerves.

"I'M ON IT" you shout now. You get up slowly, taking your time to steady yourself and get used to the bright light. You grab your water bottle and move out the room and into the kitchen. There you see empty bottles and cigarette butts. You two really were having a blast in here.

Opening your fridge you take a glance of the green letter you read yesterday. You smile instantly, going back over it to make sure it all wasn't just a fantasy. It was true. All the words were written down, the Simon underneath, the skull scribble....It was all real. His handwriting was really neat, you did not expect it to be. But it makes sense, somehow. You still couldn't quite grasp what the rank lieutenant means but he sure must also write some official papers every now and then...Whatever, another plus point in the big bowl of plus points he was collecting with ease.

You put it on the fridge with a little duck magnet, you only had silly animal magnets, too lazy looking for more "adult" ones. Opening the door, you check whats inside and start making your special yoghurt-pancakes for the princess snoring off in your bed again.