Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

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That “flu” you had fucked you over pretty bad.

You couldn’t dance for 3 whole weeks, as out of breath as you were.

It’s week 4 and you were in the nightclub for the third day in a row. Practising. Training. You need to get back on stage. It’s gonna be the new year soon and with that comes the big new years party you simply cannot miss out on.

Panting heavily, you’re sat on the stage floor. Grace is peeling a tangerine slowly, sitting on a chair behind you and keeping her eyes focused on your frail body.

“You nearly did it, you just have to be a bit more…Slow with your movements. Hold the tension in your thighs when above me, I know it’s hard! But if you manage to, it’s gonna look absolutely breathtaking. Really.”

“I fucking know that! And I’m trying!!! That’s the one part I’m fucking trying this whole time, Grace!” you snap.

Your cheeks flushing immediately at the realization that you just shouted at your best friend, the one that’s been here with you the past few days. Supporting you. Offering you tips. Useful ones at that. She is a pro after all.

You breathe out shakily before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry…”

Her delicate hand appears next to you, offering you half of the tangerine. You accept it and eat a slice, the sweet juice spreading generously on your tongue and leaving you refreshed. You haven’t even noticed how dehydrated you were.

“I get it babes. Maybe we should call it a day, hm? I’ll be right back.” She gets up slowly and your eyes switch to her high-heels click clacking towards the backstage. It’s only you on the stage now. You’re nibbling on the tangerine, lost in racing thoughts.

Things didn’t get easier. You’ve been practising for close to 2 weeks, this week even the most. And shit did not get any fucking easier.

Your self-deprecating thoughts getting the best of you once again.

You hear the main entrance open, the bright daylight creeping through into the dark, gloomy club. König was talking to a figure you couldn’t yet make out. It only took you 5 seconds to register who was entering though.

“You’re back!” you yelped, followed by a weak, dry cough.  Both men were now facing you as you were steadying yourself on your legs and hastily stepping over to reach Ghost. He was wearing green camo pants and a dark-green, tight longsleeve under his thick leather jacket. Of course with the black balaclava.

His arms opened slightly as soon as he figured that you’re planning on jumping him, eyeing König lazily before you did but his strong arms catching you with ease.

König let out a quiet chuckle and left back outside to guard the door. When it shut, it was just you & him. Some stage lights illuminating the stage behind you, but that’s about it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your sore arms swung around his neck, you let out a few tears instantly. You couldn’t believe seeing him again. And it was just the right timing for him to come back, his appearance restored all your energy levels.

He smelt of pine and musk, only faintly though. Also a bit dirty and unwashed. But you did not mind it one bit. You held him close, making sure you’re not just dreaming.

“Love, no need to strangle me-“ he says with a slight chuckle to it.

“I missed you so much! You’re here! How did you…?”

“You weren’t home, so I rang up the big one. Told me you’re here, practising.”

You nodded hastily, shifting your head away from his shoulder to face him, his dark eyes switching between both of yours as he sees tears rolling down your cheeks. He clicks his tongue as one of his hands moves to wipe them away. His calloused finger on your soft skin feels scratchy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way right now. You close your eyes at his touch. That same hand of his continues to pull up his mask and place a rough kiss onto your lips, causing you to tighten your arms around his neck again.