Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Cravings

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The pregnancy cravings were real. Especially at midnight. Especially when your partner was sleeping and you wouldn’t feel as judged devouring two bars of chocolate all by yourself.

You couldn’t even keep your eyes open at that ungodly hour, which did not stop you from nibbling on the tempting piece of chocolate though. The sweet taste of chocolate. Chocolate will always be there for you - and it sure has been in this second trimester. A lot.

A squeak left your body as you felt a warm, determined hand stroke along your side and up your chest from behind right before a tall figure leaned in and nuzzled his nose into your nape with a low humm.

“Simon!…Gosh…”

With his arm wrapped across your chest he had a good angle to pull you closer to his shirtless body.

“Woke me up…” the Brit murred, his voice still raspy from sleeping.

The warmth radiating off his broad chest quickly spread across your whole back.

“I’m sorry for waking you…I had to use the bathroom and then...…”

“…Chocolate. I know…”

Feeling his lips on your sensitive skin as he spoke sent goosebumps all over your body. The goddamn grip this man had on you.

You divided another piece of chocolate into two little chunks and finished chewing, attentive to what the Lieutenant’s next move would be.
Of course you felt his crotch on your bum; and the huge package that came with it.

He took in a deep breath before letting his lips travel down a bit. Kissing along the neck and slowly down your spine.

“Do you want some chocolate too…?”

A silly tease of yours. You knew this man did not care about candy.

Followed by a low chuckle leaving his throat as he kneeled down behind you.

You acted coy and continued your nightly snacking in silence – obviously enjoying the pecks he left all over your backside by now.

His hands slowly slid down your thighs and held onto your calves.

“…Been dreaming of you.”

His deep voice fit the overall gloomy atmosphere well. Sometimes you couldn’t believe the situations you’d find yourself in with the Brit; like they’re straight out of a tacky, romantic film.

The sweet taste of chocolate. Even with the soldier kneeling behind you and massaging your whole body you'd still nibble on that sweet, comforting snack.

“…of me?”

He slowly got up again and wrapped both his arms around you and hummed.

“…were in a cabin…In the mountains…”

That certain package the lieutenant came with was now very obviously poking your behind.

It wasn’t until then that you put the last piece of chocolate down and had his tranquilizing voice force your eyes shut.

“…all by ourselves…”

You tilted your head a bit to allow him better access to your neck - something he quickly took notice of and let his finger stroke along the side of it.

His other arm tightening around you like a winding snake.

His lashes tickled your skin as he squeezed himself into you even more, placing subtle lovebites to where you needed them the most.