Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

31. Nightly texting

The whole apartment has been cleaned by you today. You also managed to install a new light bulb in your bedroom, one that can change colours. After last week's session with Grace you figured you'd like to get back into your photo-phase, you two would do these weekly back in the days. And colourful lights could come in handy, you thought as you clicked on the purchase button, after another long night at the club, you were definitely not thinking about sex with Simon in red light. After his letter, you checked your mailbox every day, sometimes multiple times a day, hoping to get something more by him. But nothing came. So you helped yourself when nighttime came and you weren't fully knocked out by work. You'd touch yourself to videos, thoughts, whatever. Always getting stuck at the thought of him again. You were specifically looking for videos featuring men to look like his body type. It was never the same though, with him being scarred and all...wearing a mask.

So once again you were laying in your bed, sushi on the nightstand next to you that you couldn't finish, and some music playing in the back. You were trying so hard to get into the mood, trying to think of something hot. Of him being hot. But it was all used up. You have replayed every scenario in your head again and again and it started to get...dull, in some way. He only offered you this much. You needed some more of him. You decide to accept your fate and open the pinterest app, continuing with your favourite activity to do in bed at night: Looking at pretty furniture and then impulse buying it, often falling asleep whilst you do so. It wasn't the healthiest of habits but also, it could be worse.

Unknown

What are you wearing, love?

Your eyes were halfway closed as a message pops up on your phonescreen. You read it in a state of slight slumber, not understanding a single thing. Who's this? One of the randoms you've given out your number to when you couldn't be bothered to lie? Jeez, it's time for you to get a new one...

> Whos this

You type in, swiping the app away unamused. Now you have to start falling asleep all over again. You scroll through pinterest, pinning some pretty chairs and tables, as you were still looking for a good dining table.

Unknown

Hope nobody else writes you this type of shit middle of the night. Simon.

And just like that, you were wide awake. Simon? And being territorial? You squeaked as you read his name. Could it be? It had to. It's a new number, not the one you have saved. Did he have a phone after all? Should you call? Before you even think about it, you already pressed the call button. To your disappointment, it gets declined immediately. There's no time to frown though, as you were way too excited to hear from, what hopefully turns out to be, him.

Unknown

Bird, i'm not on a class trip. Can't talk. Managed to get a phone and wanted to check in on the town's best dancer.

Your heart beat so fast. You typed really quickly.

>She's doing good, is it really u? I need evidence.

You feel so very cheeky for that request, you can't tell if he's gonna eat it or not. Minutes passing feel like hours. Then, your phone vibrates. You open the message and you can make out bits of his tattooed arm, his classic watch on, and his hand pushed down his briefs, tactical belt dangling from the opened pants and his happy trail you can make out. Holy shit.

Unknown

That enough evidence?

>Wish that hand would be around me instead