Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

The Unwanted Wife pt-5 (smut)

He came in late, hours after the lights had dimmed, after the ocean had quieted, after you had given up hope that he'd join you.

You were curled up on your side, facing the window, moonlight washing your skin in silver. The silk sheets clung to your legs, your breath steady, soft, pretending to sleep because it hurt less than being awake and waiting.

The bedroom door creaked gently open.

You didn't move.

Footsteps padded in, slow, uncertain.

You heard the low rustle of clothes being removed, the faint jingle of his belt, then the hush of him slipping beneath the covers behind you.

Your heart beat like thunder in your chest.

He didn't say a word.

Didn't touch you.

But the bed dipped under his weight, and the heat of his body ghosted against your back.

You held your breath.

And then, his hand moved.

A light brush.

Fingertips barely grazing your wrist.

Testing.

Waiting.

You turned, slowly, facing him in the dark.

Even without light, you could feel his eyes on you.

Your hand found his.

His fingers threaded with yours.

No words.

No promises.

Just two breaths syncing under the same sheets. Two souls, scarred and searching, lying quietly in the night.

It wasn't love.

Not yet.

But it was something.

And tonight, that was enough.

The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, brushing over the two bodies tangled beneath soft linen.

Simon stirred first.

His brows furrowed faintly as consciousness crept in, warmth, softness, the steady rise and fall of your breath beneath him.

His arm was wrapped tight around your waist.

His face was buried in your chest, the silken fabric of your camisole warm against his skin.

Your leg was hooked over his, and your lips, barely, just barely, were touching his forehead.

His entire body was caged around yours like it was instinct. Like it was home.

And for a moment... he didn't move.

He listened to your heartbeat.

He felt the softness of your fingers curled lightly into his shirt.

You sighed in your sleep.

Something in his chest shifted.

Unfamiliar. Foreign. Dangerous.

He gently, carefully, untangled himself.

Your body stirred, just slightly, like it didn't want to let go.

He hesitated... then forced himself out of bed.

The floor was cool under his feet as he padded toward the bathroom.

The door clicked softly shut.

The sound of running water filled the silence of the villa.