Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

40. The face beyond

You wake up in the middle of the night. You couldn't see a single thing in the darkness surrounding you. Only thing that you could make out: a steady, deep breathing plus a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. They held you with purpose, no force in this universe could pull you out of their grip right now. You let out a sleepy groan and turned around, facing Simon's face that was slightly above you.

Wait.

His face.

His mask was gone.

You froze.

It felt inappropiate, looking at him.
So you didn't. Your tired eyes turning their gaze quickly towards the windows. The wall. Something.

" 'ts fine' he mumbles, stroking along your arm.

"S-simon I...i don't see a thing it's dark and all, you know..."

"It's nothin' "

You held onto his arm now, squeezing it.

You could not fathom.

But you knew it meant a lot.

To the both of you.

He lets out a sigh and you continue staring at the wall, still resting in his arms.

"Did you sleep?" You question him, he sighs again and breathes out a raspy "Nah...".

You stay quiet with him, thinking of what to do with the tension between you two since he took his mask off. You simply didn't dare looking at him. Was it really just...Okay for him now?

"Mind if I take a shower?" His voice rumbles.

"Of course not..." you reply, feeling how his arms around you loosen up and slowly let you slide down onto the pillow. Resting your head on it, you feel the weight shift as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, your eyes following his long legs. As he turns on the light in the corridor you only see the back of his head. It's a dark blonde from what you can make out. It was short, all messed up on top and also a bit greasy. You also see hints of ginger, before his big figure disappears behind the closed bathroom door.

It must have been 15 minutes and he did not come out. You felt like something was off, even though you could not tell why you felt that way.
Should you check?

You got up and slowly made your way down to the bathroom, knocking on the door. Nothing. Only the sound of water splashing against the shower door.

"Can I come in?" You mumble, your brain was on autopilot. You don't know where this sudden urge to join him comes from, it's all rather a simple gut feeling you're trusting.

Again, no reply. No grunt. But also no sign of refusal.

Opening the door, you enter with careful steps and see his massive frame in the shower cabin, not facing you but the tiled wall. His head was looking downwards, his shoulders slumped. The droplets running down his back. You observe the big scars covering his back and focus on the dimples just above his behind. Of course he has them. You take off your shirt, thong and join Simon, who hasn't moved a single bit since you entered the room. 

Your fingers carefully run along his back, starting at his defined shoulder blades and down his spine. Looking up to the back of his head and the very wet, even darker hair now covering it, you see it tilt to the side at your gentle touch.
You step closer and press your lips against his back, your hands running down his butt until they start sliding to the front, eventually resting on his muscular abs. You feel his steady breathing that way, and close your eyes.

When he suddenly moves, they open up again. He reaches for your sheabutter scented showergel and splurts a good amount onto his palm. You let go of him as he starts scrubbing it along his arms and torso, you take a small amount of it as well and start scrubbing his back with it, getting a quiet, low moan out of him. His movements stopped, it was only you massaging his back now and spreading the foam all over. It's insane to you how long you needed to actually cover all of it. 

Taking the shower head and letting warm water run down his back, he turns around to face you, your eyes locking with his deep, marvellous ones. They're a shade of brownish green, you could never tell. The second he faces you, time stands still.

You nearly forget how to breathe.
You now had all of Simon in front of you.
Not the masked man, the mystery.
Just Simon.

The comforting part being that he wanted you to see.

You can't even think straight as you crash into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and sharing a deep kiss. His arms finding their way around your waist before carrying you up and pressing you against the cold shower tiles.

You stay like that, kissing heavily with your fingers finally able to dig into his hair. He was absolutely marvellous, perfect in every way. From day one you couldn't get enough of him. 

"Gonna let you in on a little secret..." he says as your wet lips part for a second.

"Seen too much now, birdie. Won't let you go that easily."