Ghost One Shots | FemReader

DON'T MAKE A SOUND

You felt a presence behind you. Lips brushed your ear, stubble catching your hair.

"You look nice."

Head leaned back towards the direction of the voice. You knew who it was instantly. Simon.

"Yeah, I think you mentioned that already."

Chewing the inside of your cheek resumed. Tonight, you had to play the part, the doting couple. Price was a real prick for that one. Fingers twisted your necklace, your nervous tell, but the sensation of a delicate chain instead of your dog tags was something unfamiliar. Of course, tonights predicament was all for show but really, there wasn't much acting involved. You had been seeing each other privately for a while, fuelled by feelings of desire that burned so deeply you thought you would melt like wax against a flame when he touched you. So you had come to the arrangement. You would indulge yourselves often enough to satisfy that desire. But not so often that there would be... feelings. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he positioned himself at your side. No balaclava tonight; technically, without it he was more anonymous. And he was unbelievably gorgeous, especially in a suit like that. All black. Silk tie. Complementing his deep amber eyes but contrasting his dirty blonde hair. You knew the mask was most definitely still in his pocket, close to his concealed weapon; you weren't just out for fun after all, you were on recon. Intel gathering only.

"Shall we socialise?"

Socialise. Funny.

It was a large auction, the type of event where there was more money spent on hosting it than actually given to charity; with some private deals on the side. A complex mixture of friend and foe, though friend was a very loose term. You were opening yourself up to all sorts just by being there, but it was ideal for infiltration. If you really got into your role, they would tell you just about anything. Most thought they were well above the law anyway. You found your seats at one of the tables in the vast hall as the speeches commenced. All the thanking, appreciating the attendance tonight with an undertone of "do you want to invest in shares of my business?" After all, there was no business without taking advantages of events just like these, crawling with billionaires, a salesman's wet dream.

"Pretentious."

You remarked under your breath, rolling your eyes. But he heard.

"Quiet."

He hissed in your ear, tucking your chair back underneath you as you lowered down to sit. One foot shook with impatience under the table, so he placed his hand on your thigh, shooting a look that bordered on threatening. He didn't scare you, not anymore, you only found it a challenge, exciting. Eyes glanced around the hall, trying not to linger on familiar faces. The rest of the team were here too, skilfully split up to minimise the chances of being recognised. Everyone knew you found intel only ops particularly boring, so much listening, not enough action. So you decided to ramp up the fun. With him. Legs gracefully crossed over, directed towards him, clamping his hand between. He moved his fingers trying to pull away, but tensed muscles held onto him even harder. At first you placed a hand in return on his thigh, a casual nonchalant movement whilst everyones attention was captivated by the speakers. Then, it wandered. Slowly. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.

"Don't start."

He spoke through gritted teeth. A warning. Teeth bit lip.

"What?"

There was a glimmer of mischief as you smiled sweetly at him and he scowled back. You continued. Palm gliding with ease over the material, resting at the crotch. He leaned back, watching. Simon possessed a type of arrogance about being anonymous, a ghost, even more so with the mask off. It exuded from him, unadulterated confidence. You liked it. It bothered you. You dared to dig your fingers down, looking up at him, doe eyed, to really increase the dramatic pay-off.

"Behave."

He clenched his jaw. You felt a rush of heat. A craving. Speeches wrapped up. He took an indignant sniff and before pushing his chair back, standing to button his jacket. That smile. As though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"Excuse us."

He looked down at you expectantly.

"Come."

He reached for your arm, taking it, not quite dragging you but definitely being, encouraging. Once you stood he walked away. Disappointment poured water over the fire inside you. You'd pushed him too far. A large, fake smile plastered itself over your pout.

"So sorry, excuse us."

You stood up, long strides allowing you to catch up to him, linking your arm through his as he walked out of the hall.

"Really? What was that? Are we leaving?!"

You sneered at him, half annoyed, half surprised he seemed to have taken such offence to your games.

"Who said that?"

Oh.

"I warned you."

He voice was deep, husky. Melting. Like wax.

"But that mouth of yours just always gets you in trouble."

Jesus. He took your hand in his and led you up some stairs to a bathroom on the first floor, sliding the door closed behind you, turning the lock. You stepped back slowly.

"Here?"

"You know the consequences of toying with me."

He moved behind you to turn on the tap, the sound of the water flowing an attempt to muffle any other noises. When he pressed his lips against yours, he was patient about it, lazy. Savouring every moment. Satisfaction, not feelings. He guided you, stumbling, against the wall, planting a palm behind your head, the other pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to look at him. It didn't escape your notice how his pupils dilated. His leaned in again, lips met with his whispered command.

"Stay there."

He tilted his hips back, continuing to kiss you as he took off his belt with one hand, pulling it with ease out from the loops of his trousers. The clinking of the metal as he put it down on the countertop made you giggle.

"Shhhh..."

His breath was warm in your mouth. One hand reached down, deftly bunching the material of your dress up, gathering it expertly at your knee in his fingers as he planted kisses along your collarbone. You couldn't move any further, pressed fully against the wall; the other of his hands grabbing both your wrists together. He pinned them above you, before placing his foot between yours, forcing you to separate your legs slightly. His other hand hooked the back of your knee, lifting your leg to his hip. It made your back arch as you gazed up at him, a soft moan escaping your lips. Two fingers ran along your jaw before being placed into your mouth. Words whispered into your ear.

"Don't make a sound."