Masks and Scars: A Ghost x FemReader Story

Reunion

Ghost

Kissing her is like feeling rain on your skin after a hot summer, sobering, refreshing and absolutely delicious. It's everything I shouldn't want and yet everything I've ever wanted or craved. Her lips are so soft against mine, perfectly made for me.

Once I start, I can't stop.

This was supposed to be about taking her out of her comfort zone and showing her she's stronger than she realises. But as usual, our little Valkyrie has swept me up in her orbit.

With one hand on her hip and the other trailing up her arm until it's wrapped around her neck, I kiss her with months of pent-up energy, letting myself forget about anything other than finally having my girl in my arms, trembling against my touch.

When we pull apart, the lust coursing through every cell of my body is mirrored in the blazing heat of her eyes. Our breaths mingle together as we stand, not saying a word, lost in the shock of what's happened and the need to do it again.

"You...I...huh..." She stutters after a while, making me smirk at her. It's rare to see Y/N so flustered and I want to revel in every second of it.

"Shall I leave the room so you can teach yourself how to talk again?" I ask, not bothering to hide the teasing in my raspy voice.

My reward is the most beautifully haunted smile I've ever seen. "Or, you could stop talking and we can do that all over again."

My cock throbs at the thought of doing more than kissing with her, wanting to explore every inch of her with my mouth. I want to show her that her scars add to her beauty, not subtract from it.

But the sound of footsteps heading our way halts any plans I may have had.

Pulling my mask back down over my face, I offer her a wink. "Later, love. You've got recruits to train."

We part just as a group of recruits enter, one sporting a black eye and a pale look on his face as he sees Valkyrie. You don't have to do the math to know he's a little apprehensive of her.

"Making friends?" I tease her.

"Always, buttercup. You know that." Then she winks at me and pushes off the wall, gesturing with a wave of her hand for the recruits to follow her. "Come on rookies. Time to see what you're made of."

There's a slight skip in her step I've missed seeing, making me smile to myself as I walk away from her with the taste of her still on my lips.

I don't know what I was thinking by blurring the lines between us, but I can't bring myself to regret it either. I needed to ease her pain as much as I needed my next breath. I couldn't settle for anything less than her lips on mine.

And more than anything, I can't wait to do it again.

***

The small town near our base isn't anything to write home about but it draws enough of a crowd with the military presence to have our local bar pretty busy.

When Soap suggested a night off, I couldn't think of anything I wanted less, but when Y/N asked with those fucking doe eyes of hers, I couldn't say no. She'd been training recruits all day and wanted to let off some steam. 

We've not talked about what happened earlier today and I get the feeling Y/N is avoiding it. I can't say I blame her. We've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed. The repercussions will be felt by our entire team, but I can't bring myself to regret it either. 

Kissing her, feeling her pressed up against me, it was everything I could've dreamed of. 

I'm sitting in the corner, watching Y/N as she stands at the bar with Soap, laughing at something he's said.