Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

45. These raw walls

You changed into a black pair of slacks and a slim, black lace top.
Along with your black heels and put up hair, the steamy session with Simon left it messed up and all over the place.

As the man himself walked past König to leave, you stopped and smiled wide at your guard.

“All fine. He’s coming home with me.”

König nods.

“Have a nice evening, König.” You mumble, feeling as relaxed as ever after Simon fucked your brains out and the succesful show you had today.

“Sie auch…(You too) I saw you have the next two days off, so you don’t need me here?” he asks.

“That’s right, I’ll write you if I need you though.”

“Yes, ma’am. Enjoy your night.”

You grab your bag and follow after Simon, who’s eyeing König and then leaves to his car with you right behind him.

***

He took you to a nice place, it was an italian restaurant in the middle of the loud city.

A warm summer night and busy streets.

Once you get there, the waiter brings you upstairs to the rooftop terrace.

It was the whole program. Stars in the nightsky, roses on the table, a candle flickering.

“Simon what’s…all this?” you scoff, putting down your bag.

This was way out of your league right now, you were bare faced with your hair in a messy updo and…well, at least your clothes were somewhat luxurious.

“I…Did not arrange all that…’ts just a nice restaurant, I wanted to show you…They…uhm..." he can’t find the words, feeling embarassed by all the kitsch.

“I love it, it looks so good!” you say in excitement, snapping a photo of the table with your smartphone.

He sat across from you and leaned to the side, trying to not be on it. He failed miserably. You look at the screen and awwww at the photo of him sitting there awkwardly, lightly illuminated by the candlelight and roses in a small vase in front of him.

“Bird, you best delete that…” he grunts

“I most definitely won’t, Simon.”

He sighs, fiddling with the cutlery on his side and trying to get comfortable.

This felt too official.

Too much like…

It was a date, after all.

But he did not expect them to pull out the whole décor when he made a reservation for two some hours ago.

The waiter soon came and took your order, you enjoyed the good service and wine all night.

The exhaustion from your day left your body, you could finally relax.

At some point throughout your dinner, you rest your foot on his lap under the table, his calloused hands slowly and tenderly keeping it there, squeezing it occasionally.

Still, the sweetest gesture to you.

You finished the night with a glass of wine and lots of giggles, you never knew that he had a soft spot for bad jokes, which he was sharing with you by now.

You had just the right amount of wine in your system to find them absolutely hilarious, much to his delight.

“Okay okay, I’ve got one for you Simon…” you catch your breath, putting your glass down.