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After an intense mission, it was pretty normal to be high on adrenaline for a bit after. Some people were affected for a couple hours, some were affected for a couple of days.
What was also normal was a trip to the bar for you and your team. Alcohol seemed to...bring the adrenaline rush down a little, the feeling soon replaced by the familiar buzz after a couple of drinks.
It was the same every time; book a hotel in the city for a night, go to the bar next door, and come back to sleep the effects of alcohol off in the comfort of free room service, complementary breakfast, and cable.
You and Gaz had a room together like always. Soap was roomed with Ghost, and Captain Price had his own quarters. It was the same every time.
So, why was this time different?
Was it the fact that Ghost quite literally saved your life? Did something shift between you two when he pushed you to the ground, falling on top of you to prevent an incoming RPG from hitting you?
It had barley missed you. If it wasn't for Ghost throwing you to the ground like a rag doll, you would have imploded into hundreds of pieces. Thanks to Ghost, it hit the building 20 yards behind you.
The action took your breath away, literally. In two ways.
One, because his big ass crushed you beneath him and knocked the air out of your tiny lungs.
Secondly, the look he gave you made your heart strings pull against each other. In a panicked state, his expressive big brown eyes were opened so wide they probably could have popped out of his head.
It took a moment for your brain to register what happened; but when it did, you realized he was calling your name. Asking if you were okay, if you were hurt. When you told him no, he sighed in relief. His eyes shut as he dropped his masked face against your chest, breathing your scent in. It was then you noticed his gloved hands were gripping onto your hips so hard as he kept you against the ground. If it wasn't for the fact you about had your head blown off, it would have made you blush.
Ever since that moment, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You couldn't shake the feeling of wanting him to hold you again, to press himself against you once more. You just craved to be near him, to feel safe in his arms.
But he was opposite of you. He was stand off-ish, more so than usual. He couldn't even look you in the face. No matter how many times you whispered his name next to him, to just grab his attention for a moment, he wouldn't look at you. He felt like he was going to vomit just being near you, the anxiety and adrenaline being almost too much for him to bare.
Regardless of that almost-traumatic-event, the mission was successful. So the team did what you guys normally did after a win; you got a hotel room for the night.
You were a couple of drinks deep when you began to feel the familiar buzz of alcohol coursing through your veins. And you still just couldn't stop staring at him as he sat across from you in the booth. Stoic as ever, he was quiet. Too quiet. Especially for a win like this. Even he would chat the table up after he had a bit to drink, but as he continued to down glasses of his favorite Kentucky bourbon, he wouldn't speak.
He was trapped in his thoughts, his thoughts about you and how he would feel had he not pushed you down. You would have been gone, just like that. Taken away from him, taken away from the team.
He wasn't sure when he began to think of you more than just his subordinate. But your beauty and charm captured his attention soon after you had joined the 141 a couple of years prior. You were breathtaking. He thought you had the kind of smile and laughter that could light up a room. The sound of your giggles made his stomach flutter; the unfamiliar feeling of butterflies in his abdomen. He hated it.
But god, he loved you.
He just couldn't pull himself out of the dark place, not tonight. And not here at the bar. He needed to get away.
So he did.
Without a word, he stood up from the table as he finally caught your eye for the first time tonight. You were concerned and confused, he could see it in your face. But he had to get the fuck out of there.
He made his way towards the bar door and barged through it without as much as even a little glance back over his shoulder. Your breath hitched in your throat; you stood up and ran after your Lieutenant.
He was already walking into the hotel when you spotted him outside. You ran as fast as you could towards him, hoping to catch him before he made it to the elevator.
You kept yelling for him, for Ghost. For Simon. And of course the elevator doors wouldn't shut any quicker, no matter how many times he hit the close door button.
You made it to him, barley. You corned him in the elevator. You were breathless, and for some reason on the verge of tears. The tension between the two of you was so thick. There was something there, something was wrong. And you needed to know.
"Ghost..." You panted as you stared at him. He finally stared at you back with an emotion you've never seen etched across his features. His gaze was...soft. But depressing. His brows furrowed, from what you could see. It made your heart leap in your throat. "Please... please talk to me."
Ghost shook his head as he choked back tears; he was not going to cry in front of you. He couldn't, he just couldn't.
You took a closer step towards him as the elevator began to move up towards the top floor, slowly. He didn't move as you did, he just watched you invade his personal space. He looked down on you as you looked up at him. He couldn't take the feeling in his chest anymore. It burned so badly. The burning sensation traveled up his throat as he struggled to breathe. The butterflies in his tummy were fluttering around like crazy in there and his palms began to get sweaty just a little.
His fingers twitched by his side. He brought his hand up to his mask and pulled it over his nose, keeping the lower half of his face exposed before you. You gasped, as you were the only one on the team who had seen what he looked like yet.
Before you could say anything, he grabbed the sides of your face and swiftly pulled you in for a kiss. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his sweatshirt as your chests were flushed against one another.
You grabbed the front of his jacket and balled it into fists as you tried to pull yourself closer to him. You kissed him back with everything in you, both of your breaths were taken away.
His lips were surprisingly soft against yours. You imagined his lips to be rough, like him. But they were not. They felt so good, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss as he deepened it by cocking his head to the side.
The elevator dinged, letting you know you reached your floor. When you pulled away, Ghost was staring at you with such emotion. It looked as if tears were pooling in the corner of his eyes as he stared into the depths of your soul.
In one swift movement he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and hoisted you up into the air. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as you squealed, holding onto him for dear life.
"'M not gonna let you fall, love." He mumbled into your ear causing shivers to race down your spine.
He walked you towards his hotel room. He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. With a brisk kick behind him, he shut it and you two from the outside world.
You pressed your forehead against his and sighed as you closed your eyes. It felt so right being in his arms like this. You felt as if nothing in the world could hurt you. You knew he would do anything and everything to keep you safe, he proved that by risking his life to push you out of harms way.
He slowly set you down on the ground. His hands were rested against your waist as you two stood in the door way of his hotel room.
"Ghost, I..." He shushed you before you could say anything to him. He pulled back to get a good look at your face, you had a lone tear making its way down your left cheek. He softly brushed the tear away with his thumb, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he did this. Your breath was caught in your throat at his gentleness.
"I... I almost lost you." He began to say, your heart squeezing in your chest. "You almost died and I... sweetheart, I have loved you for a long time."
More tears began to spill past your lower lash line as he spoke to you with such softness. He was hurting, and he was scared. Thats why he wouldn't talk to you.
Because he loves you.
"I have wanted you for so long. I never said anything because I'm your lieutenant, and it's wrong. I can't help the way I feel, though. But...if you don't feel the same, you can go. We can act like this never happened. If you want to leave, I will let you. But if you stay.. I don't think I can hold back." He confessed.
You began to breath heavily as you wrapped your arms back around his neck. "Who says I want you to hold back?" You whispered against his lips as you looked into his eyes. His arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes squeezed shut as his fingers gripped against the shirt on your back. "I... I want you, Ghost."
You kissed him again. Your kiss was passionate, slow, and loving. It quickly grew hungry and desperate as you swiped his bottom lip with your tongue. He opened his mouth to you as your tongues began to entangle with each other. You earned a low groan from deep within his chest.
You kicked your shoes off as your fingers found the hem of his sweatshirt. You pulled it up, signaling you wanted it off. He helped you pull it over his head, careful to not let his mask go with him. Although he was contemplating on taking it off for you.
Your fingers found purchase on his abdomen and tickled their way up his chest.
He had such a nice body; so firm against yours, so big. He helped you get undressed as you broke the kiss leaving you in just your panties.
His eyes turned dark; fueled by love and lust as he studied your body before him. God, he thought you were the most beautiful creature to walk the planet. You were exquisite, exotic, a rare gem. You were everything he thought he would never find; everything he thought he would never get to have.
You unbuckled his belt, and when his pants fell below his hips and onto the floor, he stepped out of them and picked you up once more.
He carried you towards the bed and gently set you down on top of it. He hovered above you and placed himself between your spread legs. His pelvis was pressed against yours, moaning when you felt his hard length rub against you.
His head dipped below your jaw and began to lightly kiss your neck. You trembled below him when you felt Ghost suckle on your neck, leaving light purple blotches upon your skin. This was his way of marking you. He began to feel slightly possessive as he thought about any other man you could have here, with you, instead of him.
He is sure Johnny would love to be in his position right now. Hell, all Johnny ever did was talk about how fine you were and it irritated him to no end.
Don't even get him started on Gaz. He knew Gaz had the biggest crush on you since day one. The way he would always surprise you with random little gifts throughout the week of your favorite things; your favorite drink, candy, snack, you name it. Oh how he wishes he could have slapped that cheeky fuckers smirk off of his smug ass fac-
You pulled Ghost from his thoughts when you bucked your hips against him, almost as if you knew he got lost in such a deep thought.
He groaned against your skin as his kisses and love bites traveled over your breast, down your navel, and to your thighs. You were a whimpering mess below him right now; the noises of your soft pleas almost enough to make him cum inside of his briefs as he rut himself against the mattress.
He settled his head between your thighs as he took in the sight before him. A little wet patch was evident on your grey panties, turning it a darker shade as the fabric clung to your cunt. He bit his lip as he took his thumb and rubbed you gently. You gasped when his digit grazed over your clothed clit, biting back an embarrassing loud moan.
He lightly kissed the apex between your thighs before he peeled the fabric from your body. Your cunt was glistening with your arousal, your natural scent was driving him fucking crazy; he just needed to taste you.
He look his tongue and licked a long stripe from your opening, through your slit, and grazed your clit. You whimpered, back arching off the bed slightly as he groaned from deep within his chest.
Then he went to town.
As he licked and sucked at your cunt, you couldn't help but cry out to him. The way his wide tongue glided through your folds. The way he sucked on your cunt while slowly shaking his head back and forth, it was almost to much.
That was until you felt him glide down and stick his thick, muscular tongue into your opening. He began to fuck your pussy with his tongue, your hands gripping against the mask on his head as you panted and mewled softly.
He replaced his tongue with not one finger, but two, totally stretching you out as you moaned loudly.
"Fuck Gh-ghost. S'good, so close." You cried out as his curled fingers began to stroke that sweet spot deep within your walls. His tongue flicked over your clit before taking the swollen bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking on your flesh as your back rose off the bed.
The familiar tightening of your belly was approaching you quick. Your fingers were gripped against the back of his head, threaded in his mask, pulling him closer to you as you ground your cunt on his face. You begged and pleaded for your release.
"Say my name, baby." Simon mumbled into your flesh before going back to work. Your cunt fluttered against his fingers and your legs trembled beside his head.
"Oh god, Simon, fuck, ugh!" White hot euphoria shot up your spine as the band in your belly snapped, sending shock wave after shock wave through your body as you were thrown over the edge into your orgasm. A small whine escaped your throat as your essence soaked Simons face, earning a satisfied groan from him.
Simon lapped up your arousal before traveling up your small frame, hovering over your trembling body. You grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself upon his lips.
His rough, calloused hands ran up and down your body, cherishing and loving every inch of you.
"Si, I need you. Please." You whispered against his lips as your hands found the hem of his briefs. You shakily pulled at the band and looked into his eyes. Even though Simon wanted, no... needed you so badly, he was so hesitant all the sudden. He couldn't help but touch you like you were made of glass, like you'd break and slip through his fingers for real this time.
Men like him don't deserve gentle women like you, he thought. That's what he believed. You were so soft, so sweet, so small and he was the exact opposite of you. But in your eyes, he was perfect. He was everything you could have ever wanted. And you were in love with him, too.
"Please..." A plea escaped your lips once more. You could sense his hesitation. He was relaxed just moments ago, and now his body was tense again. He was rigid as he looked down into your eyes. It was like you could hear the destructive thoughts he was thinking of himself, and you knew in that moment, you needed to confess your feelings to him as well in hopes it would get him to understand.
"I love you, Simon. It's okay... I want this, I want you."
His heart leaped in his throat, breath hitched as his eyes widened. He wasted no more time before attaching his lips back to yours as he shimmied his trousers down the rest of the way, kicking them off the bed.
His bare pelvis was flush against yours; his throbbing cock pressed up against your slick cunt. The pressure from the heaviness of it was enough to make you moan, squirming and bucking your hips in anticipation just to feel some sort of friction in the area you needed it the most.
The head of his cock was red, swollen, and leaking pre-cum down his shaft. He glided his slick head through your arousal coated lips, lining himself up at your eager hole.
"Take it off..." He whispered softly against your lips. You knew exactly what he was talking about; his mask. You wanted to ask if he was sure, but before you could confirm you heard him correctly, he nodded his head in reassurance and told you it was okay. So you slipped your thumbs underneath the bottom of his mask that was resting against his cheeks, and slowly pulled it up to reveal Simon.
He was no longer a Ghost in this moment; he had given his all to you in such a short amount of time. He trusted you with everything in him, he loved you more than anything in this world. He was ready for you to know Simon, truly.
You lightly gasped as you took in his handsome features. He was so beautiful to you. The scar that lined his bottom lip suited his face well, as well as the scar going through his right eyebrow. His deep brown eyes suited the dirty blonde hair that rested on top of his head, which was longer than you expected.
As you were taking in his features, he pushed his length into you. You squealed at the intrusion as he groaned deeply into the crook of your neck. Your hands found purchase on his back as you threw the mask off to the side, nails digging crescent like marks into his shoulder blades from the sudden fullness because of him. It didn't hurt, just stung a tad.
Simon stayed still for a moment allowing you to get used to him before he started moving slowly. With each push and pull into you, you couldn't help but mewl soft noises into his ear. He whispered to you how amazing you felt, his husky voice and accent deeper than ever. It sent shivers down your spine as you opened up your legs wider for him, wrapping them around his waist.
"Mmm, Si- you feel s'good, oh my god!" You whined as you squeezed your eyes shut, his thumb finding your clit and slowly drawing circles into it. He sat up on his knees as he kept pumping his thick cock into you, going faster at this point. Your breast bounced with each thrust, and his thumb applying a bit more pressure into your sensitive nub. You cried out to him as you dropped your head back on the pillow, writhing beneath him as you felt another orgasm brew deep in your womb.
"Fuck, sweetheart, if you don't stop squeezing me like that I'm gon' cum." Simon groaned deep as your cunt clenched against him again, biting his lip as he began to thrust harder.
His heavy balls full of his cum slapped against your ass, panting above you as he tried to control his orgasm until you reached yours. He felt so ready to release his thick, heavy load deep inside your womb; felt ready to paint the deepest parts of you white with his seed.
"Si! Oh god." Tears streamed down your flushed face as heat traveled through your body, legs shaking beside his waist. You gripped onto his muscular forearms just needing something to ground you as you were teetering over the edge of bliss.
"Fuck, that's it - good girl. Cum on my cock baby, you can do it." He praised you as your nails dug into his skin, body arching off the bed as your orgasm rippled through you like a tsunami.
You never felt anything like it. Sure, you've had your fair share of orgasms throughout the years but only at the hands of yourself. Never have you been with a man who ate you like you were the finest of deserts, never have you had a man who fucked you the way he did. He was perfect. Strong, masculine, protective, trust worthy, and he was amazing in bed.
"Shit-" Simon grunted as he felt his balls tighten as his orgasm approached next. He fucked you through yours, and once his came, he seated himself inside you as deep as he could go. Your lower belly was swollen as he went balls deep, cumming deep inside of your womb.
The sight of the tummy bulge, because of his cock inside you, sent him through a frenzied state. Even though he emptied his seed inside of you and had one of the best orgasms to date of his entire fucking life, his cock remained hard. You whimpered as he began to move again; thrusting and fucking his cum back into you that threatened to leak out.
He chuckled a dark laugh, biting his lip as he watched where you two were joined together. He reluctantly pulled out, you winced at the loss of contact but he had a devilish smirk on his face. He looked devastatingly handsome, and wicked. Like he was up to no good.
And he wasn't. He wanted to break you, make you so fucked out you couldn't even think of your own name. So he flipped you over on your belly, rougher now than he was just moments ago. He grabbed at your hips and pulled you up in the air so your back was arched, your cunt and ass on full display for him.
He slipped inside your sopping wet cunt and bottomed out inside of you once more. This angle was deeper, you cried out as you squeezed your eyes shut. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix, surely hitting it hard enough to bruise. He bullied his throbbing cock inside of you over and over. You gripped the bed sheets as tears streamed down your face, pleasure somehow mixing with pain. God, it hurt so good.
His groans behind you sounded heavenly. You never took him to be the type of guy to be noisy in bed, but you weren't complaining at all. It made you feel good knowing you were causing him to feel like this.
You moaned out as his hand came down and slapped your ass cheek before reaching across your back, and slipping it around your neck. He pulled you up flush against his chest; your bodies colliding as he continued to pound into you.
"This pussy was made just for me, yeah? You take me so well, baby girl." He whimpered into your ear. His right hand squeezed around your throat just a bit tighter while his left hand snaked across your body to play with your clit.
A mix of a broken sob and moan escaped your throat, your cunt clenching around him as you felt yet another orgasm coil in your belly.
"Please..." You choked out. Your fingers gripped against his forearms to try and ground yourself. You were sure this orgasm was going to send you to heaven and you weren't sure you would come back down from it.
"God, I love you sweet girl. I've loved you forever, and I will never stop," He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm yours and you are mine. All. Mine."
His words sent you soaring. The blissful feeling of white hot pleasure shot up your spine as your legs shook. Sobs couldn't help but slip past your lips as you came for the third time. You were on the verge of passing out as he continued to thrust inside of your throbbing heat.
He buried himself deep inside you and came again with a deep, guttural groan. His cum was spilling out of you and dripping down your legs as he pulled away after a few moments. You loved the way you two felt mixed together dripping down your thighs.
Collapsing on the bed to catch your breath beside each other, you two shared longing looks.
There was no going back now, not from this, not ever. Not that either of you want to change things or regret what just happened, but it only makes your feelings much more real towards each other now.
He leaned over towards you, panting and sweating profusely, and gave you a soft, slow kiss. You felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away, swiping a wet strand of hair off of your forehead that was stuck to it and pushed it behind your ear.
"You're s'beautiful." He softly whispered as a soft smile stretched across his face. You gave him a cheeky grin in return and told him he was too. Simon definitely scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.
He cleaned you off with a wet rag, making sure to be gentle towards your sore core, before taking you into his arms in the bed.
Your back was pressed against his front, strong arms wrapped around your waist. You were so small compared to him, Simon loved that and so did you. He made you feel so safe.
Thinking back to what he said before you two became one, you couldn't help but feel your lower lip tremble. No one has ever told you they loved you before and it felt so pure. It was the scariest thing in the world to you, but if you had to navigate something as terrifying as love is, you're glad it was with Simon.
"Simon, I love you." A soft quiet whisper escaped your lips as you felt his arms wrap around you tighter. He nuzzled his face into the junction where you neck and shoulder meet, kissing your flushed skin softly.
"I love you, sweet girl. So much." He choked back.
You didn't know what this meant or what was in store for you two. You didn't really care in this moment though; the rest of the world was a blur to you and all that mattered was him.
You two fell into a deep sleep and didn't even realize that Soap made it back to the hotel room later that night. The hotel room that him and Simon were supposed to be sharing but from the looks of it, it looks like you two decided to share instead.
Smirking and pulling out his phone, Soap managed to snap a cute picture of you and Simon together before he quietly exited the room to go join Gaz instead. He was going to tell Gaz he definitely owed him $50, considering they had a secret bet pinned against you two for a long time now. Soap had won.
You and him were of course covered when Johnny took the picture, and he would never show another soul the priceless sight, but he would cherish looking at his two close friends finally allowing themselves to be happy for once in their lives.
He would also probably use the picture to blackmail you two to switch shifts when on watch. He hasn't quite decided yet.