INFECTIOUS [GHOSTXSOAP]

XXIII. JUST PRETEND

WARNING - FLUFF / PTSD / MENTIONS OF TRAFFICKING

A/N ... I appreciate every single one of you who have stumbled upon this story of mine and would be absolutely grateful if you could leave a like or sneaky comment on this. It helps me know I'm on the right path but also keeps me motivated to write more stories like this.
Much love.

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Soap was still sound asleep when Ghost woke just before dawn.

The omega had one leg sprawled out, foot dangling the edge of the bed, hips rotate towards the mattress, while his hand was no longer on the alpha, instead it was curled around his hoodie, tucked under his nose, soft barely there purrs escaping his parted lips as he exhaled.

At some point during the night, Soap must have rolled, returning to his left side, and while a part of Ghost felt cold at the idea that the omega would move from him, he realised how silly that was, when he knew how Soap favoured his left.

Rubbing his eyes, Ghost leant up on his elbow, looking over the omega next to him, scanning every inch of his body, from the messy tuft of hair on his head, down over his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, the expanse of his back that faced Ghost, down over the clothed plump globes of his ass, all the way down his thick thighs and back up.

When did you become so vital to my existence? My Johnny.

He sighed contently, then reached out, gently running the backs of his fingers down Soap's back, from the vertebrae at the base of his neck, down his spine, watching goosebumps bloom over the flesh of his arm, while he watched the omega's shoulders rise with a deep inhale, before he shuffled, moving slightly.

But he didn't go far, just rolled slightly back to his side, face pinching slightly. “Shhhh.” Ghost cooed softly, moving closer, pressing himself against the omega's back, arm wrapping back around his waist, watching that pinched expression relax.

Ghost hummed lowly, nose brushing against Soap's back, inhaling his scents, cock twitching to life again against the omegas ass.

“Mornin’ to you too.” Soap's thick, mumbled voice sounded out quietly, eyes still closed but Ghost hummed in reply, leaning up on his elbow again, hand around his waist reaching up, gently pulling the Sergeant closer, moving him to his back.

He waited, as Soap stretched out, taking in the way his muscles rippled as his shirt lifted, the tiny groans he let out before those eyes opened, blinking away the drowsiness that clung to him, slowly taking him in, until a barely there twitch in the corner of his mouth caught Ghost attention.

“Tell me ya slept.” Soap grumbled, worried that Ghost hadn't.

“Mmm, course.” Ghost's voice rumbled deeply, hand on Soap's stomach, twitching.

Ghost struggled most nights to sleep, always drifting between deep sleep and purely resting, but with Soap by his side, he hated to admit that his defences truly disappeared, able to slip into a proper deep, much needed slumber.

Nodding slightly, Soap was content with that answer, glad that Ghost had slept. Looked like he had to.

Though that was when he realised the small sliver of dawn light filtering through the blinds, and casting an almost angelic glow across Ghost's face, down over his left eye, and across his lips.

Gods.

Surprised by the sudden stillness in the omega, the way his pupils shrunk a fraction, Ghost raised a brow. “What?” He asked quietly.