Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

The Bodyguard Last pt

The first light of morning drifted through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. You stretched beneath the sheets, your body deliciously sore, a quiet reminder of last night's passion. But as you blinked your eyes open, the space beside you was empty, the covers rumpled, his warmth already faded. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you imagined where he might be.

You climbed out of bed, padding to the bathroom to freshen up, the chill of the tile beneath your feet a stark contrast to the heat that still lingered from the night before. After a quick shower, you slipped into a pair of jeans and a simple tank top, feeling the soft fabric slide against your skin as you brushed your damp hair back.

Following the quiet sounds drifting from the other side of the door, you made your way toward the kitchen, the scent of coffee meeting you halfway. And then, you spotted him standing at the counter, his broad back turned to you, bare save for the sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The muscles in his shoulders and arms moved as he worked, his movements casual yet precise. You paused, admiring the way the morning light played over the contours of his back, a quiet strength that stirred something deep inside you.

Without a sound, you tiptoed across the room, stepping up behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pressed yourself against his warm, solid frame, your cheek resting against the smooth skin between his shoulder blades. He stilled, his hands pausing on the coffee mug he'd been reaching for, and for a moment, he simply breathed, savouring the feel of you wrapped around him.

"Good morning," you murmured, your voice muffled against his back, a hint of a smile in your tone.

He chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that you felt reverberate through his chest. Turning his head just enough to catch a glimpse of you over his shoulder, he reached down, his hand finding yours where it rested against his stomach. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles, the simple gesture sending a warm thrill through you.

"Morning, love," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep, rich and warm like the coffee he'd just poured.

For a while, you stayed there, wrapped around him, your heartbeat settling in time with his. And in that quiet morning light, with nothing but the sound of your steady breaths and the faint clinking of dishes in the kitchen, you knew you could stay like this forever.

Ghost chuckled softly as you lingered in silence, lost in the warmth of his embrace. He turned in your arms, slipping his hands around you and pulling you closer, his sleepy smile melting as he gazed down at you.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" he teased, his fingers tracing slow, gentle circles along your back. His voice was low, still rough from sleep, carrying a softness that made your heart flutter.

You smiled, resting your hands against his bare chest. "Just... happy," you murmured.

His smile softened at your words, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Me neither. I'm still not used to it, to be honest," he admitted, his gaze searching yours, as if he needed to memorize every detail of this moment. With a sigh, he pulled you even closer, tucking your head beneath his chin, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "But I'm glad we're together. You're mine now, and I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

You laughed softly, glancing over his shoulder at the stove. "Hmm... what are you making? Never knew my bodyguard could cook, too."

He laughed, shaking his head as he moved away for a moment to grab eggs and bacon from the fridge. "I'm not just a bodyguard, babe. I can do other things too," he replied, a playful spark in his eyes as he turned back to the stove, muscles flexing under his skin as he worked.