Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

74. Dancing with Ghosts

“...No, how do you walk in these?!” Simon asked as he held your tallest pair of high heels. They were a present from Grace. An expensive one at that.

“It’s all practice!” you giggle, breaking down the last moving box that contained clothes of yours. You spent the whole weekend building up your wardrobe and Pearlifying Ghost's apartment.

He was of big help plus he had all the tools you’d usually have to borrow from neighbours.

The lieutenant placed the high-heels into the wardrobe as well, shaking his head in disbelief as he does so. Once he closes the sliding door of the big wardrobe you both take in the unit. You're feeling exhausted but accomplished. It even fit all of his clothes inside (ignoring that he did not have many to begin with).

Later that day you got ready for work with Simon watching you closely.

“Now, what’s those…” he grumbled from your armchair that was now placed near his bed. Yep, the very armchair from your place that he enjoyed so much.

“It’s fake lashes, Simon.” You say as you concentrated on glueing them on, using only a small hand-mirror as the burglars smashed your actual make-up table and huge mirror. For what reason? You couldn’t tell. It was one of the more meaningful losses, since you had to save up a lot for that desk.

The man squinted as he tried to make sense of you glueing on fake lashes.

Once you managed you wink at him and put on your prettiest dollface.

“…, makes me look cute!”

“Cute indeed…” he says, not very convinced but seemingly fascinated.

You proceeded to get your lipstick out and apply it generously. Stage make-up had to be dramatic. It looked strange to Simon up-close. You could feel his judging look burning on your skin.

“Simon…” you hissed at him silently as you used your finger to fix the parts you messed up.

“ ‘m not even saying anything…”

“I can feel you judging from afar.”

“Judging?” he scoffs, getting up to go grab his jacket.

“... ‘m just admiring how long you need to get ready, you said you need to be there at 8. It’s close to 9 now, luv…”

You take one last look in the mirror before placing it all in your bag and walk to the wardrobe to choose which pair of shoes you want to wear tonight.

“...,If someone would have a proper mirror in their apartment with an actual light source, maybe I wouldn’t need as long for my make-up…”

He lets out an ironic, rumbling “Ha, Ha!” as he gathers his keys and wallet.

“Our apartment, you mean?”

You turn red at his comment, nodding cheekily and settling for red high-heels.

You’ve been living with him for a week now, and it all felt too natural. Him being on leave made it much easier for you to settle in, getting to know this place and tightening your bond. You already knew that Simon was an early bird, but becoming part of his routine now showed you just how much. You’d wake up to banana smoothies or him already working out in the back of the apartment. Sometimes he’d run errands in the morning, since he preferred getting things done when the city is still quiet. The morning hours he’d wake up to felt illegal to you, considering that you’re working in the nightlife industry and it’s necessary for you to sleep in.