Mended Heartbeats (Ghost X fem!Reader)

Chapter 10

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I got out of the shower, feeling the steam still clinging to my skin as I wrapped a towel around myself. I made my way to the kitchen, the sound of my footsteps muted against the polished floor. As I walked, I took in the beauty of her apartment. The space was a blend of modern sophistication and cozy elegance. High ceilings with exposed beams, large windows letting in lot's of light and a breath taking sight of the city, tastefully chosen furniture.

As I entered the kitchen, I noticed her standing by the counter, her silhouette framed by the ambient glow of pendant lights. She turned with a smile as I walked in.

"That was quick," she said, her voice warm and inviting.

"Well, that's all you get in the military," I replied with a smirk. She had already opened a bottle of whiskey, pouring a generous glass and sliding it over to me with a graceful motion.

"Was looking forward to this," I said with a playful wink.

"Hard day" she replied, raising her glass in a toast.

We clinked our glasses together and took a sip, the rich flavor of the wine adding a comforting touch to the evening. The laughter flowed easily between us, the stress of the day melting away with each shared joke and glance. As the conversation grew more relaxed, she started inching closer to me, her touch becoming more intimate. Her fingers explored gently, tracing patterns on my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

"Hmm, I think somebody put something in my drink," she teased, her voice low and playful. "My hands seem to be pulling towards you." She giggled, her eyes locked onto mine, her lips curving into a seductive smile. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and inviting.

I felt a surge of desire and pulled her closer, my hands finding her waist. She responded eagerly, straddling my lap as our kiss deepened. Her body pressed against mine, and I let my hands wander up her back, slipping under her shirt. Slowly, I traveled up until I reached her breasts, cupping them gently and teasing them with my fingers. Her breathing grew heavier, and she began to grind against me, her movements fueled by the mounting passion.

Unable to resist any longer, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, our kisses never breaking as I took my time unbuttoning her shirt. She was already making soft, impatient noises, her hands reaching for me.

"Patience," I murmured against her neck, my breath warm on her skin as I kissed a path down her throat. I pulled off her pants, revealing a stunning black lingerie set.

"You're so slow," she whined, her voice a mix of frustration and desire. She tugged me down onto the bed, her impatience evident. She straddled my lap once more, her hands working deftly to remove my shirt, exposing my chest.

Her movements were confident and assertive as she slipped off my sweats, her touch electrifying against my skin. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back onto the bed with a playful yet commanding gesture. The intensity of the moment enveloped us as we continued to explore each other, every touch, kiss, and caress heightening the sense of connection and urgency. 

Suddenly we heard a loud beeping. She paused, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of confusion and curiosity. The dryer in the next room had finished its cycle, its persistent beeping demanding attention.

"I think that's my uniform," I said, breathless and slightly annoyed by the interruption. She gave me a mischievous smile, clearly unwilling to break the moment.