Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

57. Little dancer

Scrolling through your phone, you were waiting for sleep to take you in.

Simon was already long gone, resting behind you with his tattooed arm wrapped around your sore body. His body was completely naked, the feeling of his warm skin on yours all so pleasant.

His breathing slow and deep which soothed you even more. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck. Even that calmed you. He’s here. He’s asleep. He feels comfortable around you.

One of the main reasons why Simon could even manage to fall asleep, was because of the pure exhaustion that caught up with him right after he reached his climax.

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Having barely recovered from his injuries, he threw his whole body down next to you and grunted in pain. Your breath soon evened out and he offered you his worn longsleeve to wipe the cum off your stomach, which you accepted hastily before running to your bathroom, getting the strongest painkillers you owned and handing them over to his groaning self.

It took him quite some time to recover from your little session, which he eventually managed to, but he couldn’t leave the bed anymore. Any attempt of him getting up defeated by his sore, aching legs.

So you two stayed in bed.

Chatting, cuddling & also eating some of that failed lemon-cake you made earlier. He liked it, letting you feed him with a tiny spoon.

“Who would have thought that Simon “the Ghost” Riley likes sour sweets?” you giggled, slipping the spoon out his mouth.

He rolls his eyes at your remark but smiles himself whilst chewing.

“Reminds me of childhood. Ma would make the best lemon drizzle cake there is.” he grunted quietly.

“Do you still have the recipe?”

He just shook his head silently, keeping his eyes closed as he was lying on his back.

You put the plate on your nightstand and pulled the blanket over him. Simon offered you his arm to put your head on, which you did. Snuggling into it.

“Who would have thought,” you whispered, your face positioned next to his chest and eyeing his nipple “…that Simon ‘the Ghost’ Riley---“

“Just. Ghost.” he interrupted with an unamused tone, eyes still closed.

“…that Simon ‘just Ghost’ Riley, likes cuddling this much?” you felt playful. Very.

This was the best start into your new year of life already. Being with him.

He scoffed weakly at your joke.

“Am human, after all.” You heard his voice rumble in response.

Your finger drew along his chest in wide circles, leaving out the nipples.

“So you do have a heart?” you whispered.

“A cold one” the Brit murred, slowly drifting off.

•••

Bras, leggings, nipple patches followed by tables, flower vases, desk lamps.

You scrolled through all the tabs, looking at various products you could buy. It was your nighttime routine by now. But you just couldn't fall asleep.