Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Begging

Ayo wee bit of smut lads  💪💪💪

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"...,so the mouse asked again. *What are you doing in my house?! Get out, get out!*”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the distant sound of Simon reading the kids to sleep. His voice could turn into a really pleasant, comforting low grumble if he wanted it to but still have the perfect rasp to it. As you were sitting on his bed moisturizing your legs, you enjoyed listening to him just as much as they were.

Once you couldn’t hear high-pitched giggles nor his voice anymore, you knew that they must have fallen asleep. You could hear him turn off their nightlamps and slowly stepping towards the bedroom in his grey sweatpants and black shirt only.

“Thank you,” you smiled softly, finishing off your leg and putting the body lotion aside on the nightstand.

Simon insisted on you moving into his place for now and him living in the opposite, emptier apartment as he deemed Grace’s house to be way too small and wanted to see the kids as often as possible before deployment.

You never know, after all.

He cleared his throat and watched your shiny legs slip under the blanket as he grabbed his bag, he’ll have to leave at 4 in the morning.

“I’ll head to bed, then.”

“Okay, Simon…Will I see you before you go?”

“Doubt it, don’t want to wake the kids.”

A frown formed on your lips but you nodded.

“I understand,” you got up and walked towards him. You were only wearing some white lace underwear and a short top which made him gulp as you hugged him.

“Take care…We’ll be here, thinking of you…Please, I know it’s hard and out of your control…But please; write as often as you can…Or call…Okay? For them…”

He felt a lump forming in his throat.

“Will try, y/n. Like you said, out of my control. But I’ll try and do better. You’re not alone, and I will show you proper once I return...”

He felt goosebumps form on his skin as you hugged him tighter.

“...Most important, please come back. You always come back, right Simon?” You sniffled into his shoulder, his hands gently slid along your back and pulled you close.

“I always do, tiny one…”

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Did it surprise him, when you knocked at his door in the middle of the night to ask if he could just come over and sleep in your bed?
Not really.

You pulling him on his hand and carefully sneaking past the sleeping kids’ space, did he see that coming on his last night before deployment?
Kind of.

Spending the night with his lips caressing yours gently, soft nibbles being exchanged in the quiet comfort of the bed that was once your shared one. The soft whispers and curious hands running along his scarred body, snaking their way under his shirt to tickle along his skin and send shivers down his spine.