Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Champagne & Pearls pt. 2

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"Really going to do this, are we?” the Lieutenant spoke under his breath.

His dark, hungry gaze followed your every move. You took your time crawling over him, eventually lowering yourself just above his spreaded thighs. He leaned back and carefully let his hand hover next to your cheek, not quite daring to touch you just yet. Once you felt him stroke a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes close and you sank more into him.

“Archy’s inhaler…” Ghost tried to push the brake, checking if this is actually a good idea or you both should just let it be. Checking if he should try and find a way out of this.

“I own two spare ones, Simon…” you whispered barely audible. The air around you stood still, so thick you could slice it. He felt a lump form in his throat. So you wanted this. It wasn’t even necessary for him to come and bring it to you. You just took your chance to see him.

Privately.

Have him all for yourself.

“You little…,” he responded with a faint smirk on his lips.

He couldn’t deny it; the fact that you kept 2 replacement inhalers for your son turned him on as well.

No matter how often he would try and talk you bad in his head, act like you weren’t being a responsible mother when he felt nothing but hate after the break-up. It was all delusional. You were very caring and protective. He could feel his pants getting tighter as his head filled with the picture that was you - the loving mother. The clever mother. The talented one.

With the pressure of your weight intensifying the more you let yourself sit down on him, the more his hands wanted to grab ahold of your thighs. Those thighs he could caress for days, show you just how much he missed you. But something in Ghost just wouldn’t allow him to touch you.

You leaned forwards and let your hand run through his messy hair, he couldn’t be arsed to get a fresh cut so he had tried it himself, the sides were trimmed and the top grown out by now. Enough for him but very amusing to you.

“Lookin’ sharp, Riley…”

He let out a deep hum, eventually finding his hand nestled on your lower back as you reached his ear with your lips.

He missed being touched. He missed it so much. He wouldn’t let a single soul close to him after your break-up. He was done for after you left him. So his natural reaction was to close his eyes at you purring sweet nothings into his ear. He ate those up like it’s his last meal. Your hand lovingly running along the trimmed sides of his cut adding to the sensation.

His chest threatened to burst with every passing second of being shown affection.

Once your lips started kissing his earlobe the soldier’s hand automatically slid down your back to place itself on the soft skin of your ass, stroking slow circles along it and trying to get used to this...Actually very familiar terrain, he has touched you a million times before. But considering that it was all in the past, he needed his time to get used to it. To get used to you again.

You suddenly leaned backwards to grab the bottle and take a swig, letting it run down your chin and cleavage on purpose. You kept your eyes fixated on him as you swallowed the sparkling fluid. You weren’t nearly as touch-starved as him, but you sure were starved for him.
A match made in heaven.