Ramblers In the Wilderness

Stake Out

Cade

I stretched and yawned as I checked the clock. It was 0932. I had tried to sleep in as long as possible, but to no avail. I thought back to the conversations last night and couldn't help but smile.
Though the conversation wasn't hours long, not super deep, however I learned more about Ghost, or Simon, than I thought I ever would. Hearing his real name had made my heart skip a beat. My face had run red and the heat from that had traveled all the way down between my legs.

We had both revealed our true names, but now I wanted to hear him groan my name into my ear as he was between me.
I moaned to myself at the thought and sat buried my head into my pillow. Smiling briefly into it and shaking my foolish head. If I thought about it too long I'd get horny, and I wasn't about to have him catch me in the middle of self pleasure on the couch.

I stretched again and got to my feet, leaning over and gripping the couch. The damn thing was so uncomfortable to sleep on and my back felt pinched and sore. My entire body was sore, and I instantly felt tired again.

I rubbed my back walking to the kitchen, 'I must look so old right now.' The thought instantly annoyed me. I groped my way to the coffee maker and began measuring the coffee, and prepping two mugs.

Looking into the fridge I decided on a simple scramble. Chopping some bacon, peppers, onion, some garlic, and throwing it into a cast iron pan. Once all was cooked through, I added six eggs. Though I would only eat about two, Ghost seemed like he was a four or more egg eaters.

'Simon.' My mind kept saying his name. I'd still call him by his rank as it's what he seemed to be fine with, but it was tempting to say his name out loud.
'I'd rather be screaming it.' I rolled my eyes at my intrusive thoughts.
It had been too long apparently. Every time he entered the room, I just seemed to get horny, and it was hard to control my mouth or even language at times.

"You're busy this morning." His thick accent interrupted my wandering mind and shriek, "Jesus!"

"Na. But close enough sweetheart." Ghosts voice was full of entertainment.

"You're obnoxious." I give Ghost a glare as I pour a fresh cup of coffee and put it in front of him. "Why the hell you always sneaking up on me?"

"It's what ghosts do." He chuckled, rolling up his mask to under his nose and taking a sip.

"Whatever. You were born Simon, not Ghost. So, knock it off." Hearing his name come from me caused a deep rumbling groan to escape his throat. I turned quickly back to the stove so he couldn't see how I flushed at the sound.
I turned the stove off and mixed the scramble once more, throwing some grated cheese over the top.

Suddenly warm breath and a large presence was behind me and at my ear, "Being a Ghost is what I do best."
His warm accent was gravely, low, and only inches away from my face. Causing a shiver to tingle down my back. Ghosts arm brushed against my waist as he reached past and grabbed a piece of bacon, curling it up to his mouth, and entrapping my arm in the process.

"Mmmm", the rumble in his throat reverberated through the air. "Tastes amazing." His voice was almost a whisper in my ear. Another shiver ran through me, and I swore I heard him chuckle softly.

"I'll have it served up in a second." I said clearing my throat and attempting to regain my bearing. Ghost knew what he was doing, and was doing it on purpose. There was no doubt in my mind he was doing this for a reaction. I wasn't sure how long I could control myself.

"What's the plan for the day?" I ask setting plates on the table and sitting down.

"Well. We will head out of here around 2100 and then pull a night shift tonight. See what we can." Ghost said between bites, "Wait on intel from Laswell to see if she has any more idea on when the meeting is."