The next morning you wake up to the *pleasant* sound of Grace using your blender to make smoothies.
You look out the window and it’s a nice, sunny autumn day.
It was still green out and all, being just the beginning of September, but it was also quite breezy already. It’ll be your birthday soon.
You check your phone for the time and see that it’s 11am, you let out a big yawn. Then you see some unread messages.
Unknown
4.22: Had to go for a round 2, they are perfect.
4.25: I miss you.
A smile grows wide on your face.
“Made them just for you. I’m glad you like them. Pls come home soon xxx”
you write, sending it off.
Resting your head back onto the pillow you sigh and look at the sun shining outside.
What will the next step be? It was pretty obvious that you and Simon were…more than just fucking here and there. You slowly started to understand him. His body language, his dark humour, the food he liked, what he despised. And he understood you. You could be your true self around him. He was really good in reading your body language and even though he’s not the best when it comes to vocalizing his feelings, he lets you know that he appreciates you by showing it instead.
Your phone beeps.
Grace
I made smoothies come get sum if u want xoxo
You got up and stepped into the kitchen, Grace was putting last nights plates into the dishwasher and wore one of your robes.
“Good morning sweetcheeks, you just left me alone on the couch last night?!” she frowned
“You were sound asleep & peaceful… Simon wrote me.”
“Ohhhh, news from my favourite couple! How is he? All good?” she asks, closing the dishwasher door and sliding you your smoothie.
“We’re not a couple…Uhm…” you take a sip, “…he…I don’t know actually. In a camp? On a field?...It didn’t sound great…But I try not to stress about it too much…But…Yesterday he saw the photos we took…” you smiled slightly, taking another sip.
“aaaaand…?” she asks you, waiting for you to continue.
“He liked them…we…had some telephone action going last night…”
Grace yelps and slaps your shoulder slightly.
“I knew that fucker’s gonna love them, I just knew it. And dear, I’m sure he’s into way nastier stuff. Those were just some nudes. Now imagine an actual---” you interrupt her before she could finish her sentence.
“He won’t agree to a photoshoot.”
“I am so convinced that he will. Nothing for my blog, just you for you two. MY GOD, he would look so good with you. With his mask… maybe I’d post one on my blog…”
You shake your head and check your phone again. No reply. Fair enough, he must be busy.
“Tell me babes...Is he kinky? Has he asked you to do something weird yet?” she asks curiously.
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
