Liability [Simon Ghost Riley]

admit it

"My good girl, taking me so well" his deep voice grunts into her ear. She is unable to respond as she clings onto him. Her mind clouded with intense pleasure, enough to bring tears to her eyes. His body slams into her roughly, the sound of her bed slamming against the wall. Her nails dig into his back desperately trying to reach her high.

"Thats it love, dig your nails into my back, show me how fuckin' good you feel"

The piercing sound of her alarm causes her to sit up in confusion, rubbing her eyes. She turns it off and lays back down. Scenes from her dream flash through her eyes and she gasps. She had a fucking sex dream about Ghost. The man who'd hated her from the moment she arrived. She runs her hands over her eyes and tries to shake the image out of her mind. She gets up and quickly gets ready, pulling her hair into two dutch braids and puts on her light makeup, simply filling in her eyebrows and putting on mascara. She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to ignore how obviously turned on she still was from her dream.

"Get your shit together" she curses herself.

She hated how into him she was, despite how horrible he'd been to her. She was so insanely attracted to him that it was embarrassing. She imagined his reaction if he were to ever find out, he'd laugh. She always had the tendency to fall for guys that she had no chance with. It was easier that way, no chance of getting hurt. Her love life was quite sad, she'd never truly fallen in love, it never went beyond infatuation. Not that she had men lining up at her door. Phoebe had never been desired the way her sister was. Emma being 5'9, built like a model, strong, charming, and easy to get along with. Phoebe was the exact opposite, standing at 5'3 she was plus sized, curvy and small. She had large breasts and thick thighs. Her personality wasn't for most, she was very sarcastic, and stubborn. Most of all she was very self aware. She knew that men weren't sparing her a second glance. She was overlooked. Something that used to bother her back in school. As she grew older she was comfortable with being alone, she preferred it. Most of the time she didn't even want a relationship. Yet she was even subject to those late night thoughts, wishing more than anything just one person would see her.

Phoebe had one fling in her past. She was a freshman in college and her neighbor Mark took interest in her. They hooked up and he finished not even 30 seconds after they'd begun. Phoebe was not prepped for the experience in any way. It was humiliating, she looked back on it and cringed. She vowed then and there never to give herself up to anybody until they earned her. Shew as comfortable with the fact that person may not exist. Though it was upsetting, she didn't mind her solitude. Her career was very fulfilling and she knew at the end of each day that she was a good person.

Phoebe walks into the dining area, surprised to see that it was empty. She frowns and grabs an apple to snack on as she went over her duties for the day, making a list in her head. She heads over to the med bay and catches a glimpse of her friends, the two of them partaking in their workout routine. She nearly drops her apple when she spots Ghost doing pullups with chains wrapped around his waist. He was dressed in their typical cargo pants and a tight black tee. He had on his signature balacalva, devoid of the skull. She was shocked to see a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. Of course he had tattoos, it was like this man was built in the image of god, and she hadn't even seen his face. She quickly hurries away from the scene, hoping that nobody saw her oogling at him and checks in with her coworkers.

She spent the majority of the morning checking in on the patients, she avoided her sister at all costs as they still hadn't spoken since their blowout fight four days prior. Every once and a while she would catch a glimpse of Ghost working out and force herself not to drool. She was hot all over at the sight. Each look at him reminded her of the steamy dream she had. Still she tried to keep herself busy.

Hours pass and before she knew it, it was time for lunch. She made her way, following the loud voices from the soldiers. She spots Johnny and Kyle and grabs a sandwich before joining them. "Good of you to finally join us" Kyle jokes

"Sorry I was busy working" she retorts, as they chuckle at her sarcasm

"Saw you this morning, didn't feel like saying hi lass?" Johnny questions

"Not a morning person" she shrugs

"Or you're not a Ghost person"

"Shut up" she says hitting his arm

"Come on you think we're blind? We saw you staring at him" Johnny says leaning in closer "come onnnn admit it"

"What exactly do you want me to admit?"

"That you're ho-"

"Soap, Gaz report for debriefing in five" Ghost's loud voice interrupts, cutting through the crowd like a knife.

"Speak of the devil" she murmers

"Anyways as I was saying-"

"I think you've been summoned Soap" she rolls her eyes

"We'll finish this conversation later"

"No we definitely won't because there's nothing to say" she warns

"Right" he laughs before patting Kyles shoulder.

She watches the two exit the dining area and sighs heavily. Clearly she wasn't as sly as she thought. She hoped to god that Ghost hadn't noticed her as well. But she had a inkling that he did, nothing seemed to escape him. It didn't matter, just because she found him attractive, doensn't mean that she was in love with him. She finishes the rest of her meal in peace and stands to throw her garbage away. She scoffs, noticing the boys had left their plates behind.

"No don't worry I'll clean up after you" she grumbles "fucking men"