Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

61. Unexpected gifts

After you two had a shower together and stumbled into bed, it was already bright outside. The clock read 8:30. The both of you crashed into bed and both your bodies immediately clung onto each other, his arms wrapping around you like glue.

There weren’t many words shared after your session. You kept your cheek on his chest and eyes closed. He drew small circles on your back with his long index finger.

“Best birthday of my life.” You whisper into his chest, getting a low chuckle out of him.

“You sure did enjoy yourself...”

“I did. Thank you so much for coming.” Your reply before snuggling more into him, resting your arm around his waist and carefully stroking the rather soft skin he had there.

You could feel the scars too. It meant a lot to you that he even let you stroke along them.

“Couldn’t miss out, could I?”

Your eyes moved upwards to see his stubbly chin. Shifting a bit more you can make out all of his face, his eyes were closed and lips slightly opened. In this light, you saw how defined his cheekbones actually were and wonder if he ever noticed himself.

If someone like him even cares about that kind of stuff, if he's considered as attractive or not.

His nose was crooked, visible that it’s been broken at some point in his life. Maybe even multiple times. And the newest addition, the scar on his top lip, a light shade of pink.

Your eyes stayed there.
His face contained so much history. And though he was the embodiement of the word rough, he did have a certain softness to him with his eyes closed. The blonde lashes rounding it all off.

“Love,...stop the peeking, please…Get your sleep…” a low grumble left his throat. You smiled wide and reached to stroke his rough cheek, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“What if I can’t?”

You saw him mouth “Fuckin’ hell”, his usual, but there was no tone leaving his lips. He was slowly drifting off.

It was a rare moment being this close to him, so you used it and took in all his features.

For once in his life, the lieutenant looked so very vulnerable. The man that lives in a high-security building with 3 locks on his door. The same man that keeps his identity from everyone. This man was lying in your bed right now. Naked. Drowsing off to sleep. Wrapped around you.

You gave him another kiss, he returned it lazily and you could feel his hand on your back twitch a little.

“I like you a lot, Simon Riley…” you tested. Tip-toed, pretty much.

No reply.

You closed your eyes and tried to bring yourself to sleep, impossible at how fast your heart was beating after your last sentence.

“Like you too, tiny one. Lots.”

A smile growing wide on your face.

You knew this was the most you’d get out of him at this point, and it was more than you would have expected him to reveal anyways.

***

He tied up his boots and put parts of his costume into a bag, sitting on your little stool in the corridor about to leave home.

“Before I forget…” he mutters, getting a tiny box out of his bag. It was well wrapped in red paper with a little bow on it.

Your eyes widened at the sight, his hand holding it out towards you as he faced the floor. You froze. He got you a present? Now that you saw it, it made sense that he would. But you really did not expect him to.
But he did.
Here it was.