Let There Be Light

Chapter Thirty One

               The next morning, you woke to an empty bed. You placed your hand on the spot where Ghost sleeps and felt it was still a bit warm – so you knew it hadn't been long since he got up. You sit up in bed, grabbing the covers over your naked body and yawn as you gently stretch your neck from side to side.

The nap you took yesterday bled over into the night and this morning. Despite the extra activities that took place prior to you laying down, the nap you took was much needed. Your face flushed from the thoughts of what happened not even twelve hours prior flooded your mind and there was still that part of you that felt like it wasn't real.

A gentle knock on the door shook your head out of a trance as the door slowly opened. Soap – you mean Johnny. "Good morning sleepy head," he says softly. You close your eyes and give a soft smile back. He shuts the door and walks over to you, grabbing your head in both of his hands and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I just wanted to come in here and check on you. LT told me you didn't move at all last night."

You stare into his oceanic eyes as his scan over your face, "It has nothing to do with the...activities that happened last night does it?" you ask in a humorous way, pausing at 'activities' to be slightly dramatic.

Soap shoots you a smirk, "No," he furrows his brows and jerks his head back with that same smirk, "Not at all. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. I'm sure," you play back.

He clicks his tongue, but his eyes never leave yours, "Unless," he pauses, "It has something to do with you coming all over my co-".

You gasp and throw a pillow at him, but he blocks it before it could collide with his face, "Johnny MacTavish!"

Before Soap could throw the pillow back at you, the door the bedroom opened up, "Morning love." His voice deep and raspy. Dreamy.

You reach your hand out to him, and he takes it, "And a good morning to you sir." Ghost lifts his mask and places a kiss on your lips.

"Wheels up in two hours," he tells to both you and Soap.

Soap shoots Ghost a look, "I know something that could kill the time." Ghost looks from Soap and then they both stare back to you.

"Hell no," you say flat out. Before they could protest, "I'm still sore from yesterday!"

Ghost walks towards the bathroom, "Like you didn't like it," he says lowly. You couldn't see it, but you could tell he was smiling under the mask.

"That's besides the point," you say back under your breath as a smile crept upon your face. "I do need to get up and get ready. Oh! Is there any food?"

"There was a bit earlier in the cafeteria," Ghost said from the closet in the bathroom.

Soap walked towards the bedroom door, "You get dressed and I'll try to find something for you."

You get out of bed and drape the blanket over your body, "Thank you Johnny," you say as you place a small kiss on his lips as his smile widens.

He exits out the bedroom and you make your way to the closet, dropping the blanket at the door between the bedroom and bathroom. You slowly make your way to the closet and approach Ghost, his back to you. You carefully wrap your arms around his waist and press your front against his back and hold him tight.

At first, his body tensed and then he relaxed under your touch. Ghost wasn't one to be touched, but it was something about your skin on his that he couldn't get enough of. You felt his hands rub your arms that were wrapped around him in the comforting way you loved so much. As you felt him turn around, you removed your arms as his hands found your face.