My Love (ghost x reader)

chapter 6: exposure

                                 A/N

Few things before I start. I'm so sorry for not updating, I've been a bit  too unmotivated to write but this chapter is extra long so i hope it makes up for it! Second of all, thank you all for over 2k reads! Last but definitely not least, a warning. There will be smut in this chapter so your ok to skip it if your uncomfortable!! This is also my first smut so give me tips if needed. Now that's out of the way, let's get going!
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Simon hummed and walked out of the room and down the stairs as you followed closely behind. When you got to the kitchen you asked, "have ya decided?" As you leaned against a close by counter.

“Nope! How about you decide this time? Whoever cooks, decides. Deal?” He asked, turning to you with a chuckle. He paused, thinking for a moment. “I have a question for you.” He asked, the tone of his voice getting more serious.

You turned your attention twords him. "Yea, what's up?" You responded, slightly taken aback from the change of his voice. He blinked for a moment, forgetting about what he wanted to ask which releived you slightly knowing he just mistoned his voice for the situation.
“Ah dammit- what was it… ah yes. What was it that made you develop feelings for me? It couldn’t be looks. I’m a dude in a mask who barely shows the slightest hint of skin or frame.”

You paused, caught off guard from the question. Why do you love him? You know you do but why? You never had to think about it you just know. Was it the voice? His husky British accent that could bring you to your knees, heck, it almost does just from thinking of it. Was it the way he looked at you? The way his cloud grey yes follow you wherever you go, protecting you. Was it his mask? You've always had a thing for people with masks but you never thought or realized it until now. Or was it his hight? He practically towers over you which is both intimidating yet comforting. Now you have more resons that he's let you in. His beautiful face, His humor, his general personality. There's not a single thing you don't like about him.

Mystery. That's what you'll say, narrow it down for him because the list is infinite. You snap back into reality to Simon looking at you patiently. "Something about you just pulled me in-" You shrugged. "The mystery I guess"

He nodded and chuckled. “I like your confidence. That’s probably a key point for me. You know what you want and you go after it.” His eyes scanned your face for a moment. Before you could respond his stomach growled and you let out a quiet giggle in return.

"Tacos?" He asked with a smile. You nodded in return, going to grab the stuff but he stopped you. "Whoever decides cooks remember?" He said with a smirk before picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and gave him a gentle kiss as he carries you to a counter near the stove. He sets you down with another kiss, more passionate this time. His hands on your waist and your arms resting on his shoulders. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead on yours with closed eyes. He stayed there for a few minutes before giving you one last quick kiss and letting go of you and grabbing the stuff to make the food.

He turned on the stove and browned the ground beef and then added seasonings to it. After that, he laid out the things for  the Tacos and looked over at you with a smile "there."

You grabed two plates "you know I would of helped you make it" you laughed, looking back at him "thank you though" you walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss before handing him his plate. "Thank you and your welcome" he smiled and sat down after grabbing drinks and putting one at your seat.

You sat down across from him and began to eat as he started aswell. "This is good!" You cheered, eating somewhat fast but not nearly as fast as Simon. He was used to eating fast on the field, when he was he usually ate as if he was still in regular; which you usually had less than a minute to eat. He dosnt eat at that extreme unless on the field but it has become a habit, usualy finnishing in no more than 4 minutes when in a calm and trusted place.