It Goes On - Book l

Drunk in Love

Simon's Point of View:

We were finally back to base after another successful mission by retrieving another lead on Makarov. Kiera and Laswell were working non-stop about picking up a new trace, and I was beyond proud of her for how she was able to pick back up on this line of work as if she had never left in the first place. I could finally see what Laswell was talking about when she said that Kiera was the only other person that could do the job at hand.

I skipped my MRE that was waiting for me, but I took it to my room just in case I got the craving later. Johnny was riled up and energetic during this time, and I was in no mood to listen to him prod at me. We were complete opposites – he was like a Golden Retriever whereas I was like a black cat. I didn't want anyone giving me attention unless I was in the mood for it, and he always had the energy for a new conversation, no matter how tired he was.

I think that's what made us work as partners and friends – we worked well with each other.

Storming to my room, I vaguely could smell the lingering scent of Kiera's perfume. It was subtle, maybe a spray or two, but I could still smell it, especially since I had known she would be waiting for me as she relieved herself early due to feeling a bit nauseous. Shutting the door behind me, it didn't take me long before my eyes fell upon her. She was in the small bathroom that accommodated our room for the night, her hair down over her shoulders while she used wipes to clean her face.

I knew that she knew that I was there, watching how she was watching me in her peripheral vision as I set my gun aside, removed my vest, and removed my boots, leaving them all near the door before I made my way towards her, eager to finally wrap my arms around her. I craved her entirely since I had known she was here with me. She smiled at me through the mirror as I rested my masked chin on her shoulder, staring at her through the mirror. I needed her to remove my alter-ego from me, to bring the Simon she knew back to reality as she did it better than I could.

"How do you feel, love?"

"Better than I deserve," She sighed, glancing at me with those big doe-eyes before she took the facial wipe and tossed it into the nearby bin. I couldn't help myself – I turned her around and hooked my hands under her thighs, picking her up to where she was sitting on the counter in front of me while my body stayed between her thighs. What a perfect height she's at...

"Bring me back to reality, love." I spoke to her, watching her smile at me before I felt her fingers curl under the hem of my balaclava, removing it from my head to reveal my face to her, the only thing left being the black camouflage paint around my eyes.

She cupped my cheeks before placing a kiss on either of them before she trapped my lips with hers. I could taste the remnants of her mint gum, while I was sure she could taste the remnants of mine. I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw a smudge from my camouflage paint that transferred from the tip of my nose to hers, and I couldn't help but reach up and wipe it away with my gloved thumb. She smiled at me before she reached down to get a new wipe, hesitating slightly as she brought it up to my face. Please do. I nodded, enjoying the feeling of the cold wipe against my skin, ridding my complexion of the black paint that kept me attached to Ghost. I loved my alter-ego, but I wanted to leave him behind when I was in Kiera's presence. I didn't want her to be near the violence I could bring to light, even though she had seen me in that state before. Bloody hell, I railed her on our kitchen table in all of my tactical gear the night I killed Shepherd, and honestly, I loved it. I loved being rough with her, but I always kept holding myself back to keep myself from potentially reminding her of the assault she had been through.

She had to use nearly three wipes to get the skin around my eyes clean, and when I opened my eyes, I was met with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers, like she was admiring me. I didn't know why – I was nothing special to look at, but she saw something in me that I had no clue what it was, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. She made me feel like the only man in the world, like she and I had met in a lifetime of peace and love and was able to carry it over into my once miserable one. I never would have thought that a person could make me feel this way, but Kiera proved me wrong every fucking time.