Livid Love

"Call Me Simon"

I eventually hear his breathing even out. I look down at his arm draped across my stomach, I would've never guessed this famous man who is known across the whole world, who has women drooling over him wherever he goes would be...lonely. Even though I can only see his eyes, I can tell everything he's feeling just by looking into them. He has the most expressive eyes of anyone I've ever met. I don't know how lucky I am to have this man curled up against me. He's the finest man I've ever met in my life and I wouldn't give him up for anything, all the times he's cared for me like when he let me cry on him at the bar, the time I fell asleep outside and he brought me back to my bed, when he let me sleep on his shoulder on the plane even though I'd hardly knew him at all. And the times I've cared for him? Well this is the only one, I need to check up on him more often because it's always the quiet ones that are hurting the most. 

I sigh as I place my hand on top of his, I slide downward so my head is resting on the pillow parallel to his face, his eyes shut. I examine his face like all the times he's done to mine, except I can only see his eyes and the bridge of his nose from his skull balaclava. I wonder if he'll ever let me see his face. The one time I saw it was when I walked into him while he was changing in the bathroom. I cringe at the memory, I didn't even see his face clearly as my eyes were focused somewhere...else. I just remember him having dark hair and stubble dotting his jaw.

His arm twitches suddenly frightening me and making me jerk back a bit. Is he dreaming or something?

His eyes open in front of me, I've obviously woken him up by my sudden movement.

"Are you ok?" He says sleepily 

"Yeah you were just twitching"

"Oh I do that sometimes" he laughs

...

"Ghost"

"It's Simon, you can call me Simon" he says quietly

"Ok" I smile "Simon?"

"Mhm?"

"Will I ever see your face?" I say looking into his eyes

He doesn't reply as he keeps eye contact with me, he takes his arm off my waist and brings it up to his balaclava, he lifts it up over his chin to reveal his lips that I kissed for the first time yesterday. They're perfectly even and soft with a small cupids bow in the middle, he continues to pull it up over his cheekbones and then off completely, he gently throws it to the end of the bed by his feet while I take in his features, I feel him looking for any kind of reaction on my face. I take  him in, it's like all the jigsaw pieces fitting together perfectly, his eyes, his mouth, his nose and his dark hair that is cropped close to his scalp, it suits him really well bringing out his jawline and cheekbones.

"Woah...you're hot" I put my hand over my mouth in surprise at what I just said, that was outta pocket tbh.

I see a smile spread across his face

"Mh but not as hot as you" he puts his thumb on my lips looking directly into my eyes. He closes the little space between us by leaning in for a kiss, I run my hands through his short hair as he lays his hand back down on the curve of my waist. We make out for a few minutes before I feel his hand slipping under my shirt holding my waist and pulling me closer. The skin on skin contact is making me go crazy, our kisses get hungrier as I feel his hands start to roam my body

He breaks off the kiss breathing heavily 

"You're beautiful" he whispers while lightly dragging his hand along my stomach

Suddenly the door opens behind me, i throw myself off Simon while turning around to face the door.

"Sorry, I wasn't interrupting anything was I" I see Soap trying not to have a fit of giggles

"Uh no" I say wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Simon is still laying in the same position, so if I lay back down I would in fact be cuddling him and soap can definitely tell.

"Wanna have a smoke?" He says holding up a joint

"Mhm yes please" Simon says sitting up