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“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

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it was never your fault they were abusive to you. it wasn’t because you did something wrong to deserve mistreatment. it was because they were cruel and you were there for them to hurt.

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I genuinely love every single one of you ❤️

hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

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I can write my own shit. Don't need help.

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

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ADMISSIONS

CHAPTER 6 - FAIRYTALES

MASTERLIST

2711 words

NSFW - the ending is juicy

Time to start working his “magic.” The old captain found a quiet corner and pulled out his phone.

It rang once.

Twice.

Like always, she picked up on the third ring. “Got a favor.”

“Hello to you too John,” Laswell replied. “What do you need?”

“A plane.”

“To?”

“That’s classified.”

Kate scoffed. “The pilots might need to know. I also need to know where my boys are flying off to. And don’t try to tell me this is mission-related.”

“Call it a business trip then.” Not a lie, it was business – his business. Seeing to the happiness of one of his best men and friends counted as such in Price’s book.

On her end, Kate rolled her eyes and prayed to the universe to make John just a little more agreeable. Just one time. “Unsanctioned?”

“Could say that.”

“Who’s your crew?”

“Old comrades.”

Why was answering questions so hard? God this man tested her patience sometimes. All of them did, really. But Laswell had more than earned her reputation. “If you’re determined to set Riley and Dr. Olivares up just say so John. Jesus.”

It didn’t surprise John at all that Laswell already knew about the stubborn lovebirds. The woman was damn-near omniscient. He chuckled, “Can’t a man have a hobby, Kate?”

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“Another.”

Soap glanced toward his lieutenant at his side. From Alaska until they sat down in the dingy pub for drinks before going their separate ways, Simon had been dead silent. They all knew better than to try to start a conversation with him during these moods. Usually it meant something weighed heavily on his mind, something he would never tell a living soul – because no matter how hard each of them tried, their lieutenant never let any hints slip.

Wasn’t hard to guess what plagued his mind this time.

Ghost peeled his gloved hands off the slightly sticky bar, lifting the mask just enough to down his whiskey. His fifth. That was probably enough, the Brit thought to himself. Still had to manage his way back home and all.

“Hey sweetie.”

Simon almost let the glass slip.

A voluptuous body pressed against his arm. Practically plastering herself there, brazenly pushing her well-endowed chest out and fluttering her long eyelashes up at him.

The skull glanced at the woman, his eyes widening a split-second at her faint resemblance to Sereza in the face, before the deep scowl settled back over him. A look used to conceal hurt.

Behind his pint, Price kept his eyes forward, watching from his peripheral. Any regular person would think him disinterested. In reality, John had never been quite so invested. Not that this was uncommon – the towering, skull-masked soldier often attracted the attention of the fairer sex wherever he went. Not that Simon would ever admit it.

Occasionally he would take a lady off somewhere, but usually they were ignored. Tonight’s lady however seemed hell-bent on getting in the lieutenant’s pants. Practically had her claws sunk into his sleeve and kept sensually rubbing her chest against him. Christ darlin’ take it easy. That top is already hangin’ on for dear life. If he were a betting man, he’d bet his retirement that Simon would not be taking the woman home. Or anywhere else either.

Garrick coughed at the overpowering wave of the woman’s perfume. Had she fucking marinated in it? He sent his captain an apologetic look before making a hasty retreat from the table. Deserter! Price mentally shouted at him.

“Whatcha doing tonight handsome?” she drawled with a syrupy giggle and too-wide smile.

“Piss off,” the skull rasped, attention firmly fixed on his whiskey.

The woman clicked her tongue. “Oh don’t be like that baby. I can be real sweet to ya.’ Take good care of ya’,” her clawed hand curled over the top of the Brit’s shoulder as she pressed her breasts against him insistently.

A large hand gently but firmly shooed her away. “Your ears broken? I said get lost.”

“Leave him be, Lovie,” Price warned, sensing Simon’s short fuse. Way outta your league ol’ bird. He’s spoken for. Just take the fucking hint.

“Let me show ya’ baby-”

Ghost seized the woman’s wrist as she reached for his face. “You don’t touch the mask. No one touches the mask,” he growled, dangerously low. Tightening his grip a bit for emphasis, he roughly pushed her away.

“Masked freak!” She dropped the act and stomped away, stilettos loudly clicking across the floor. Off to hunt for prey and soothe her damaged pride elsewhere, no doubt.

The Brit adjusted the mask and pulled it lower above his eyebrows before pulling the hood of his jumper over his head.

It had sounded like her. For just a moment Simon’s heart felt like it was beating again. That voice… ‘Sweetie,’ her name for him… And when he looked up he met amber eyes so similar to hers…

He’d have swept her off her feet then and there, held her again. Not even caring if the entire fucking pub was watching.

But it wasn’t.

She was gone.

Fuck it. “Another.”

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Price had to put on his Father Figure Hat and call Simon an Uber after his eighth whiskey. Sent him to a little hotel down the street for the night with orders to stay put and sleep it off.

Bloody hell he had a fucking high tolerance.

Returning to the bar once he confirmed with his own eyes Simon did in fact get in the Uber – it wouldn’t have surprised him if the skull told the driver to fuck all the way off and just kept walking – both sergeants were in the middle of trying to figure out how their lieutenant still managed to walk upright after that much liquor. Such chatterboxes, these two.

“How we fixing this Cap?” Kyle asked him.

John huffed. “It’ll be difficult. He’ll make it difficult.”

Soap signaled the barkeep. “Gonna take a huge stroke of fucking luck. Why the hell didn’t LT pursue the lass while he had the chance? Two of ‘em would’ve been great together.”  

“He’s too hard-headed a bastard to do anything nice for himself.” The older man scratched at his beard. “Our biggest enemy right now is time. They say a little absence makes the heart grow fonder, but who the hell knows when we can get called up again, or how long we’d be gone.  If too much time passes we risk their interest in each other fading. Ideally we need to get our asses back to Alaska before the next mission. Need to keep him close to her.”

Soap drained the last of his pint. “That’s probably cutting it close.” The captain nodded at him. “Gonna get Watcher onboard?”

“Already working on it.”

“But even then Cap, I’m not sure LT will do anything.”

Price had to agree there. Ghost would never act on his feelings or any hints from Sereza. If he knew the lieutenant well, which he did, the skull would simply ignore it all. Bury it and let it fester, believing himself unworthy somehow. He clapped Garrick on the back of his shoulder. “I think that’s where we come in lads.”

“Can we call it Operation Lover Boy?” Soap asked.

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The skin on his upper arm still prickled in the same place the insufferable woman at the bar had touched him. Almost a week had passed and he couldn’t get the feeling off him. He’d always hated people encroaching on his personal space. Touch, even just the thought of it, sent his mind careening back to places he wished to never visit again.

Yet she had.

And it had been fine. Even… nice.

All the fleeting little touches… When she asked to borrow his knife because someone walked off with the scissors, the time he let her touch his forearm when he’d shown her his tattoos… the way she had held him then… When he’d been there to catch her as she backed out of the ceiling, and when she couldn’t open her stanley and asked him for help.

Just six weeks he’d been fortunate enough to spend with her. A precious few. Something he’d treasure for the rest of his life. And in those six weeks, she’d challenged everything he thought he knew about himself. Suddenly he didn’t want to be alone. He’d even wanted and sought out touch from another human being, the first time in a long time he had done such a thing.

Soap, being the dork that he often was, had gotten Ghost’s spare dog tags monstrously tangled. Out of frustration, he’d gone to the Peanut and asked for help. Surely with her slender fingers and surgeon’s dexterity it would be easier.

Not that he was spending a lot of time looking at her hands! Because he wasn’t!

It was just that... that his thick fingers were no match for the tiny chain so obviously her delicate hands were better suited. Yeah, that’s exactly what it was. Plus she was the surgeon and was used to working on small things so really it all made total sense. Complete and total sense and there wasn’t anything more to it goddammit. Or so he’d told himself at the time.

It was one story of a hundred from those six weeks.

Now she was gone, and Simon was alone. What used to be his preference was now just plain depressing.

His flat was too quiet. Too empty. A bed, hardly ever used. The sofa still looked brand new because it was so rarely sat on. His guest room had never seen a single guest. A table with a single chair in the kitchen, and a bookcase with no books. But that didn’t count; it came with the flat.

After that, weights and more weights. Weapons and weights and very little else.

There was no life, no soul, in his home. He’d never even thought of it as a home in the first place, because he hadn’t cared to. The flat and the life it represented had held no value.

And now it all truly meant nothing because he didn’t have her anymore.

His hearing picked up on the footsteps outside well before the knock at the door. With eerily silent footsteps for a man his size, Ghost crossed the room and opened the door.

“Hey LT.”

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“You’re lost in thought,” Soap observed, setting his tea down. “What’s on your mind, mate?”

Like he even needed to ask.

“Johnny, do you ever think about… If things had been different?”

Soap had never heard such a soft tone out of his teammate. Or anything quite so philosophical. “Aye. What could’ve been different for you?”

Everything. Simon sniffed and cleared his throat. “Any news on Makarov?”

The Scot shook his head. “Nothing. Like he dropped off the face of the damn planet after that shitshow of a mission.” His friend rumbled his displeasure. That’s not what’s on your mind, mate. Time to poke the bear a little. “You’re bloody quiet lately. I mean, way more than usual. What’s the matter? Lonesome? Should I give your ol’ pal Abrams a ring for you, hm? Been missing the little fucker?”

“I’m not above shooting you, Johnny.”

“Ohhh right, right. Silly me, you’re missing the lass. That’s what it is.”

The skull stood from where he’d been leaning against the kitchen counter. “Johnny…” he warned darkly.

Soap prayed a little that he wasn’t giving his volatile friend an excuse to actually kill him. He was reasonably sure he was still in safe territory though. “Give her a call, why dontcha? Probably misses you too.”

“What?”

"Well yeah. You two were really close, why wouldn’t she miss you? Just give her a call. Probably would love to hear from you.”

Simon turned his back to set his mug in the sink. “No,” he answered softly.

Fucking figures. “Why not?” LT kept his back turned and ignored him. “Ghost-”

“Enough Sergeant.”

“Why’re ya’ being an arse about it? I wanna see ye’ happy, mate. That’s all.”

Finally, the ghost sighed and turned back around. “Because what you’re talking about are fucking fairytales.”

Soap wouldn’t stand for that. “Happy endings are a real thing ya’ know.”

Tell that to his murdered ten-year-old nephew.

“No. They’re not.”

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Gentle thunder rolled through the night’s silence, echoing on seemingly forever.

It wasn’t only the storm that wouldn’t let Simon sleep tonight.

With a low groan, he rolled over onto his back.

Multitudes of things kept him awake at night. Sereza was only the most recent addition to the list. His senses were constantly on alert, and his fucking brain wouldn’t shut up most the time.

Ghost ran through his nighttime routine in his head.

It was always the same –

Doors locked, windows too. Curtains drawn then double-check the doors. The guns in his bedside table are still loaded; had to check that at least twice. Boots ready beside the bed and another pair by the garden door. Double-check windows. All lights turned off, plug in his phone, but also triple-check the doors…

It was a long-ass list.

He sighed and dug his fingers between the mattress and bed frame, making sure the knives were still there. He never pulled them out, but the gears turning in his head demanded he make sure.

Draping a heavy arm across his face, Ghost exhaled, deeply annoyed with himself.

What he wouldn’t give to just go to sleep like a normal person. Or at least a slightly less fucked up person. He was willing to settle for that.

“Simon.”

Her faint, disembodied voice called to him.

Even in the middle of the night she was there, occupying his thoughts.

Sereza’s voice sounded so adorably sleepy. Like she was halfway between this world and the dream world. She would be unbearably precious when half-asleep, Simon was sure.

He flung his arm off his face, letting it fall into the empty spot next to him with a thud.

What was Sereza like when she was sleepy like that?

Ghost’s imagination took off.

He could see her being a stomach-sleeper, one leg bent and drawn up halfway. Her choice of clothing said she valued comfort and ease of movement, probably would be the same with what she wore to bed… He groaned.

Shorts.

Little tiny shorts that didn’t hinder her mobility through the sheets. The kind that sit right under the curve of her rear… and ride up during her sleep…

Simon threw the sheets off, suddenly extremely hot.

His boxers were uncomfortable. Inside, his cock was beginning to fill out. Adjusting did little to help, so he reached a hand in. The other fiddled with the waistband, pushing and arguing with the elastic until it was where he wanted it – right under his sac.

Gathering the bit of pre at his tip, his fist began to move. Sliding down a bit, then drawing back up and squeezing his fist around the head. Down… up…. and squeeze.

His left hand –

Thick fingers cupped his sac carefully. Have to be gentle there. Just holding them for now…

He closed his eyes.

Imagining himself finding her asleep in that position. Teeny shorts riding up, exposing that sweet, bite-able curve of her ass. He’d straddle her legs carefully, not wanting to wake her.

He’d cup the underside of her cheek, groping the delectable flesh.

Down…up… squeeze.

Index and middle fingers would slide inside those shorts… Her skin unimaginably soft…

There would be heat coming from her… He could feel it. Just a little further.

Down… up…

Faster.

…No panties.

Faster… Harder…

With no panties in his way, Simon’s fingers would slip inside easily… She’d be so wet.

So… so wet for him.

She’s such a good girl like that.

More… harder…

Sereza would start moaning in her sleep as his fingers pushed deeper. He’d move closer to her, further up her legs until his heavy cock lay resting on her plush ass cheek.

Fingers would speed up, more of her arousal coating them.

More… More…

God… So close…

Gently pushing her bent leg higher, Simon would pull the damp crotch of her shorts out of his way before lining up with her drenched entrance and sliding inside.

In. And in. And in.

The sac in his hand tightened. He was so close.

Just before Ghost could fully bury himself, her hips would shift… Her leg moving as Sereza would raise her ass and begin thrusting backward, fucking herself on his cock, mumbling his name in that sleepy tone.

Like a shot, liquid fire exploded within him. Rocketing along his spine as the muscles in his stomach, chest, and back contracted. Simon came with a long, deep moan.

His mind went silent at last.

Holy fucking hell.

Now he'd have to wash the goddamn sheets.

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YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

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i just walked past the apartment beneath mine and through an open window i could hear my downstairs neighbor crying faintly while the song jolene played in the background and im just like… bitch are you okay…?

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Admissions - Chapter 12

Enjoy some NSFW :)

Word Count: 3945

MASTERLIST

Ghost had been riled up for the past week nonstop. His temper unusually volatile, even to his team who had known him for years. Any attempt to engage him was met with a wrathful “fuck off,” assuming he said anything at all and his glare didn’t annihilate the other person on the spot.

He had buried himself in work and any free time he did have was spent either brooding on the roof or in the gym where he passed hours burning off his frustration. Price told him to take the day off to “find that stick and get it out your arse, for fuck’s sake,” but that wasn’t going to fix anything. The stick could stay where it was for all he cared.

Ghost was miserably lonely.

His little one was gone. Sereza had left three weeks ago for a conference she had to attend. Something-Spine Care–something-something. Whatever the hell it was, it kept her away from him and he hated it. Fucking responsibility. Did she have to be so good at her job?

Then weather delayed her return. So fuck that too.

She was supposed to have been back almost four days ago and he missed her. Really missed her. More than that even. His other half was gone and his soul felt her absence.

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When did he end up in the hallway?

Simon’s body wandered wherever it wanted to, with him just along for the ride. He didn’t particularly care where he was or where he was off to. His little one wasn’t there so it didn’t matter. Nothing did. He did manage to overhear some chatter about movie night being tonight, which he was absolutely not in the mood for.

Deciding the solitude of their room was infinitely more preferable, Ghost made an abrupt right turn just in time to see the door to his room swinging closed.

Rage boiled the blood in his veins. Ghost’s long, irritated strides carried him the rest of the way. With the look of a vengeful god fully prepared to slaughter whoever was stupid enough to invade the space he shared with his little one, Ghost’s hand smacked the door open.

“Mi amor! You scared me!”

The sight of his love and the sound of her nervous giggle melted away all of his tension. Instantly his arms encircled her, holding her tightly to his huge frame. Head buried into the soft silk of her hair, filling his lungs with the hibiscus scent of her shampoo.

Sereza hugged him back just as fiercely.

Well, almost. Not exactly a match for Ghost’s strength. “S-Si… my love… I hate to complain but… you’re crushing me to death.”

Simon let go, dropping Sereza back onto her feet. The impact knocked a tiny noise out of her that had Ghost chuckling at her cuteness. “Fucking hell I missed you Love,” his rough voice ground out as she pulled off his mask so their mouths could finally reach each other again, “So, so fucking much.”

Unable to respond in the face of Simon’s dominating kiss and his bruising grip on her, Sereza ran her hands over every part of him she could reach. Through his hair, over scarred arms, across his wide chest to claw at his clothes as she pressed herself impossibly closer to him, feeling every taut muscle, humming into his mouth in satisfaction.

“Patients?” Ghost’s husky voice murmured, parting from her lips to kiss up to her temple.

“I have coverage for…hng, another hour…” Sereza responded, melting further into him with a deep sigh. “Hmm, Simonnn…”

At her breathy sigh of his name, Simon’s control snapped.

Seizing her delicious mouth again, Simon lifted her into his arms, making her squeak in surprise, and carried Sereza to their bed where he dumped her before dropping to his knees over her. The size of his hands accentuated as he gripped the back of her neck, forcing himself deeper into her mouth to steal the breath from her lungs. God he missed her taste. The small, amorous whine Ghost brought out of her fueled the fire of his constant need.

“You make the… sweetest sounds Love.” Simon’s mouth parted from her swollen lips over to the shell of her ear. The contact making Sereza gasp and arch under him. Simon growled low in his chest at the feeling.

Sereza felt as if she’d been kissed stupid. Every ounce of sense in her head gone at the feeling of Simon’s warm mouth on her skin and his overpowering presence. Craving more, she reached for his hand and brought it to her chest until the palm fit over her breast, whining louder as he squeezed gently.

Holy fuck he was hard.

Simon sat up on his heels, jerking Sereza along with him by her wrists, and began frantically pulling off her shirt. Eyes captivated by her pale pink lace bra against the darker color of her olive skin. His thumbs grazed over dusky nipples hiding beneath the lace. “Don’t need this anymore, right? Show me how to take it off Love," Ghost rumbled as he continued kissing her, "...before I cut this one off you too.”

Sereza shuddered at his intense stare and deep baritone voice, quite convinced that he’d follow through on that threat. Holding his wrists, she guided his hands to the clasp in the center between her breasts, brushing back up his hard forearms as he fiddled with the clasp until it snapped open. Sliding it off her shoulders and tossing it out into the room. Simon’s arm around her waist pulled her up against him. Eagerly latching onto her, exploring the luscious curves of her chest with his tongue. Sereza’s head fell back as she moaned deeply at the attention Simon’s mouth lavished on her bare chest.

Fucking hell, Love.

“I wanna touch you too,” she purred, doe-eyed and pink-cheeked, as Simon laid her back on the sheets. “Can I? Please?”

He visibly swallowed at her request. A slight tremor ran through Ghost’s body as his still-hard cock pulsed. As if he needed some reminding that it was still there and demanding attention.

Pushing aside his apprehension, he picked up her hand and placed a loving kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Go slow,” he whispered, the slightest bit of vulnerability coming through, before he tentatively pulled her hand forward to the bulge in his sweats.

Her palm made him throb even more. Simon had to bite on the inside of his cheek in both nervousness and pleasure. Fortunately Sereza seemed to have picked up on his emotions as she stayed perfectly still, giving him time. Honey-colored eyes absorbed by the sight of her hand on his crotch and the feeling of his cock moving underneath the fabric.

“Y-you feel… huge,” she breathed out, unknowingly calming Ghost’s nerves a little. “Are you good or do you want to stop?”

Ghost wasn’t exactly sure. It felt good – very fucking good – it was his mind that was getting in the way. It felt like his heart was going to break through his chest. He hadn’t allowed anyone else near… there. Not since–

His eyes snapped shut as he tried to keep those memories at bay. A cool hand on his neck followed by a tender kiss on his cheek helped ground him again. “We can stop if you're not okay Si, it's fine.”

“No.” Placing his hand over hers on his crotch, Ghost pushed her against his arousal more firmly. “You can… keep going.”

Sereza nodded and rubbed her palm over his clothed erection, causing Simon to groan deeply and his eyelids to become heavy. Tingles skittered up and down his spine as pressure built low in his stomach. She was only palming him over his pants yet her steady touch and rhythm were quickly undoing him.

Encouraged by Simon’s panting and the very subtle press of his hips back against her hand, Sereza rotated her hand and gripped around his cock as best she could through the fabric. “Ughh,” Simon’s deep voice rumbled in his heaving chest. He could feel precum leak from his tip as his pleasure spiraled. Sereza smiled and scooched a bit closer.

Her squeeze tightened…

Ghost nearly lost his mind.

Fuuuck… He pulled her hand away, kissing her deeply to reassure her when worry filled her eyes. Before he could allow himself to finish, Ghost felt driven to see to his love’s pleasure first. Simon lowered himself over her, one arm sliding under her shoulders and his other gently pinching her dusky peaks, making her tremble for more of his touch. Ghost relished the small cries and moans and wondered what other sounds he could coax from her.

Rough fingers brushed from her breasts down her lithe stomach, past her navel, to toy with the waistband of her leggings, pausing to allow her time to stop him if she wanted. He appreciated that he wouldn’t have to argue with a drawstring like her scrubs had. He surmised these were probably more comfortable for the long flight.

When Sereza gave no signal that she wished for him to stop, and keeping his eyes on her expression just in case, Ghost’s hand slid into the soft material of her leggings, creeping further down until he felt lace against his fingertips. The heat from her noticeable already. He paused. “Should I stop?” Simon whispered, wanting her full consent before venturing any further.

Sereza shook her head before she craned her neck back to reach Simon’s lips for a kiss. While she was distracted Ghost’s fingers slipped beneath the lace, past small curls until he reached the wet, silken skin of her slit. His touch making Sereza outright purr at the feeling, her legs opening to give him more access.

Simon’s pulse raced as his fingers slid over her wet heat. “So wet already sweetheart?” he smirked, circling his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his middle finger ran up and down her folds.

“Your… fucking… fault! Ugh!”

Ghost chuckled at her answer, happy to take the blame. His tongue licked up the column of her neck before coming to a stop when he found her pulse, sucking at the tender skin. He eased his middle finger past the swollen folds into her entrance, making Sereza squeal and her pelvis rock against Simon’s hard palm.

Pausing to give his love time to adjust to the new sensation of something being inside of her, and careful to not go in too far, Simon took a moment to focus on the tight, wet walls gripping onto him that no other man before him had touched. “I love you Sereza,” he mumbled against her throat before he began leisurely sliding his finger in and out of her. His thumb alternated between fast and painfully slow circles as she became more and more malleable in his hands.

Her hips rose to meet his finger every time it dipped into her slick.

Simon added another finger.

His little one threw her head back into the pillow and bit onto the side of her hand to quiet her sounds.

That wouldn’t do. Ghost nudged her toward his face and covered her mouth with his own, taking in all of her sounds though their kiss, as he increased the pace of his fingers inside her. She was close. He could feel her legs trembling, her core becoming hotter and – somehow – even more drenched.

As his plunging fingers squelched inside of her, he found a small spot that felt different from the smooth walls. Above and slightly behind her entrance. Almost… spongy? Curious, Simon curled his fingers up to it and pressed.

Sereza’s entire body arched off the mattress and Ghost had to quickly clamp his free hand over her mouth to muffle her scream before it drew someone’s attention. Those small, slender hands latched onto his forearms with impressive strength. Far more than he would have thought a tiny thing like Sereza was capable of, the force of her grip turning her fingertips white. Ghost continued to toy with her, undisguised lust in his eyes as he watched her writhe through her orgasm. Utterly mesmerized by the slick heat gripping his fingers and her little incoherent noises. Only slowly withdrawing his fingers from her when she began to push him away.

Fucking beautiful.

His hand that had silenced her screams brushed over her face, smoothing back strands of her hair as Simon kissed her cheek. It took a moment before Sereza was able to respond to him and return his amorous kiss.

He brought his fingers, still slick with her juices, to his lips and licked them clean, groaning as the taste of her hit his tongue. Delicious.

A small hand on his neck drew his eyes back down to her. “Your turn?” she breathed.

“It’s alright Love, you don’t have to.” Simon ran his palm down the length of her pleasured body, from her neck all the way down to her knee. Seeing her like this, and knowing he was responsible for it, was satisfying enough for him.

“I’d like to if you’ll let me,” Sereza carefully pushed.

Ghost swept his hands over her body again, caressing her naked breasts and lightly thumbing hardened nipples as he thought. It was proving immensely difficult to reject an offer of something he craved, but his fear of scaring her away was practically eating him alive. Emotions and feelings warring with the memories of profanities and slanders heaped upon him as a child by his father.

After he was -- well, then it just became something that made him want to vomit anytime he thought about another person seeing or touching him.

“Si,” Her soft voice drew him away from unpleasant memories. “You’re allowed to have needs and desires, mi amor. I can tell that you’ve been… needing… for a while now. Whether it’s right now or another time, know that you deserve and are allowed to get those needs met. But just as importantly, you're also allowed to say no. It won't change anything between us if you do.”

He winced a bit as his cock throbbed painfully. She was right, he did need. Severely. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Simon just wished so much that he had the ability to take her and love her as a normal man would. Maybe… maybe if she didn’t see him? Maybe that would work? He could feel his cock leaking and his sac move. Demanding he do something.

Fuck he needed the release.

“I love you. Hope you know that,” Simon murmured against her temple with a kiss. A sort of apology for what he was about to do, hoping it wasn't going to be too much to her. His calloused fingers entwined with her slender ones as he tenderly kissed along her cheekbone and down toward her lips, communicating without words how much he appreciated her understanding and patience. “Close your eyes for me, Love,” he rumbled huskily before he firmly covered them with his palm.

With his free hand, Ghost pulled the waist of his sweats and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Fucking hell, he was shaking. Both with anxiety and with unbearable need.

He guided Sereza’s hand toward him until the pads of her fingers met the head of his cock. Ghost grit his teeth at the stimulation. As soon as she felt his hard flesh, Simon let go of her wrist and allowed her time to examine him.

Dainty fingers traced over the head, feeling the hot skin, her pace intentionally slow and delicate. Moving down the wide length, they traced over the veins bulging under her fingertips, drawing back up again to press against his frenulum with her thumb before wrapping her hand around his girth. Ghost’s entire body jerked at the sensations she was giving him, gasping for air and deep growls thrumming throughout his chest. His eyes almost rolled back in his head when her small fist closed around him.

His teeth ground together. It was all he could do to keep from coming right then.

“Agh, a little… tighter…” He covered her hand with his and squeezed, teaching her what he liked.

Keeping the firm pressure he showed her, Sereza’s hand began moving. "God, yes." Ghost’s cock twitched, clear fluid pouring out of his slit onto her smooth stomach. Perfect lubrication. His hips began to buck as his sac tightened and the heat within him increased to sweltering levels. “Ahh, don’t… don't stop Love,” his gravelly voice unrecognizably deep, the sound of it making Sereza lightly bite on her lower lip.

“Fuck,” Ghost snarled, panting and hissing thru his teeth, “I’m– uughh… I’m close…”

Sereza moaned at his sounds but obediently kept her eyes closed under his palm, feeling him quickly straddle further up her hips. Ghost’s fist encased her smaller hand within his, sliding them both rapidly up and down his cock, showing her the speed he needed.

The touch on his cock, her little noises, and naked breasts below him, plus the torment of months’ worth of erotic dreams ...

It all made quick work of him.

“Nnghh, ugh… I’m gon- cum-,” he gasped out a split second before his orgasm knocked the life out of him. A shot of fire zinged down his spine and through the length of his cock as his orgasm hit him hard. Searing heat coursed through him. The sheer force momentarily rendered him blind, hips jerking his cock through her fist as he rode out his euphoria. His seed, hot and thick, coated the olive skin of her stomach, breasts, and throat.

Fascinated by seeing his seed on her skin, the contrasting olive tone and creamy white, Simon ran his thumb across some on her nipple, making her gasp.

Touching it to her plump lips. “Ohhh fuck, Love…” Ghost wheezed as Sereza slowly sucked his thumb into her mouth, licking it clean of his seed.

XXXXX

Late that night, after both had showered and Sereza had seen to her patients, Ghost relaxed beside her in their bed.

His little one was back, cuddled flush against him where she belonged. His left hand stroked along her forearm resting on his chest while his other arm curled around behind her, right hand resting on her hip. Every curve of hers molded perfectly to every hard plane of him.

All was right in his world. Finally.

His mind had never felt more calm and clear than it did now. Fucking hell she had felt incredible earlier, even if it was her first time and they had only been touching. He’d only fucked her fist yet it was the most phenomenal orgasm he’d had. Ever.

Sereza tugged at his shirt to get his attention. “Simon, mi amor,” she tilted her head up to see him with a contented sigh, her expression sleepy, “maybe I should go to conferences more often if I’m going to come back to that.”

Simon’s chuckle jostled her sleepy body. “Don’t you dare Love. You’re not leaving again for a long time.” He smoothed her hair down and kissed the crown of her head. “I liked it too.” He whispered.

“I’d been wanting to tell you for a while now that when you… need, it’s alright to ask. I don’t mean right away, necessarily… just so you know. Okay?”

Oh he was okay with it. With the idea, sure.

What he wasn’t okay with was the possibility of scaring – or worse, hurting – his girlfriend by either rushing into sex too quickly or with what she would find underneath his clothes.

Simon mentally chastised himself for the double standard. He couldn’t wait to see what the rest of her looked like under her clothes – especially now that he had touched her between her legs – yet when it came time for him to do the same, to return the favor he supposed, Ghost just couldn’t bring himself to.

She deserved to know how much he desired her. And fuck he was trying, but the scars from his past continued to hold him prisoner, not allowing him to fully live.

“I promise I’ll think about it.” Ghost kissed her forehead before resting his own against her.

The silence filled their room. Simon had begun to think his little one had fallen asleep.

“Simon?” Sereza’s normally confident tone sounded unsure. “Um… I have an idea that might help make this a little easier. Help you feel slightly less – exposed. Not sure what you’ll think about it though.”

“What’ve you got?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh… Do you have a bandana or… something?” Her cheeks suffused with light crimson.

Ghost was a little perplexed. “Somewhere yeah, I think so-” His eyes went wide as he caught on. “…Oh.”

“I’m willing to… if it will make things easier for you.”

Such sweet concern touched his heart. And that probably would feel better to her than his rough hand covering half her face. “Are you sure? You’re really okay with that?”

“I’m okay with you doing it.”

“You’re sure?” he stressed. “You don’t have to do anything you aren’t completely comfortable with just to make this easier on me. You’re what I’m concerned about.” He had to know beyond any doubt that she wasn’t forcing herself into something she wasn’t ready for just for him.

Sereza squeezed his hand. “I’m sure, Si. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because, well- because,” fuck, please don’t be mad, “You’re a… virgin, aren’t you?”

“That is true but remember I’m also a doctor, sooo I’m kinda already familiar with how sex works. And everything that you have I've also already seen a lot of,” she explained a bit sardonically. “But what matters to me, mi amor, is you. The state of you earlier, you were practically shaking like a leaf. I could tell even before I left that it was getting to you. So, when you need…,” she paused as her eyes darted around for the right word, “special attention … that badly, just know that you can ask. We can find a way to take care of it.”

Ghost was momentarily dumbstruck at her offer. The amount of trust she was showing she had in him was mind-blowing. Sereza was willing to let him take away her sense of sight, to put herself in his hands at her most vulnerable, all to put him more at ease because she cared about him and wanted him to feel safe.

“Pick a safe word.” He demanded.

Initially Sereza tried to argue that she didn’t feel she needed a safe word since she trusted Ghost implicitly, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Her comfort as well as her pleasure during sex would be his indisputable top priority, and Ghost couldn’t stomach the idea of Sereza being traumatized by anything he did with her. Having a safe word was a non-negotiable requirement for him. 

Sereza relented easily once Simon explained his reasoning. Her safe word would be…

“Gummy bears?!” he chuckled. “How did you come up with gummy bears?”

“I was thinking of you!” Sereza whined at his teasing. “You shared your gummy bears with me, remember? During movie night right after you guys got here?”

“I remember you fell asleep on me during the movie.”

Sereza pouted at him. “You’re mean. I'd had a long day.”

“And you’re cute,” Ghost retorted as he continued to laugh softly.

“I don’t like you anymore.”

The Brit kissed her with every ounce of passion he had in him. He looked down into her dazed eyes with a smirk. “Still don’t?”

“…I forgot what we were fighting about.”

[darkeraurora]

I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you

[darkeraurora]

Ever have a grilled cheese that is so good you think your night can't possibly get any better but then it does because you decide to make yourself a second grilled cheese?

[darkeraurora]

Reblogging for science

My cock hypothesis for Simon Ghost Riley (oddly specific cock head-cannons)

18+ MDNI

A/N: I used a ruler, geometry, reference pictures, and my own personal experience with penises to come to these important conclusions. I apologize if you aren’t familiar with the metric system, but in science we use metric units, and if this isn’t science in its purest form, I don’t know what is.

Simon Riley cock head-cannons:

His cock is uncut and it’s not up for debate. His foreskin covers 2/3 of the head.

Length: It’s around 9 to 11 cm when soft and about 16 cm in length when hard. Decently long, but not too long.

Circumference: It’s about 5 cm in diameter at the thickest part. Divide that by 2 to get a radius of 2.5 cm. Insert that into our equation and we get a circumference of 15.71 cm. In conclusion, it’s thick.

Curves upwards slightly. Perfect for hitting the g-spot in missionary.

The shaft is pinkish nude in color and has prominent blueish veins.

The head is bulbous and a light mauve color that turns darker when he gets hard.

Speaking of his head, it’s very sensitive. He jacks off by sliding his foreskin up and down his head, never touches the sensitive gland directly. Not with his rough, calloused hands at least (ouchie!).

Heavy, low-hanging balls. The kind that gives your clit a good beating when he fucks you in doggy.

He does not shave or trim, and he will not shave or trim unless you ask him to. Will blame you if he gets an ingrown hair.

[darkeraurora]

Admissions - Chapter 15

VERY NSFW - Word count: 8638

First of all, thanks to everyone who read, liked, and reblogged the previous chapters!!

This isn't quite what I wanted it to be, but we're moving and life is about to get really hectic. So I didn't want to wait months longer to post this. I'll probably go back and add to it later after our move. Make it jucier.

MASTERLIST

The corridor outside was bustling with people heading to their barracks for the night. Simon, for once unperturbed by their racket, paced the length of their room while he waited for Sereza. The Brit kept sneaking little peeks at the drawer of his bedside table, then over to the door, and back again.

Internally he fought to maintain his resolve that his past wouldn’t interfere with him showing Sereza how much he loved and desired her. Not anymore. But unpleasant memories were especially loud in his head tonight. The past had already robbed him of so much, and Ghost was trying his damndest to draw the line at it threatening to take Sereza and this chance at happiness from him as well.

Still unnerved and his stomach twisted into knots, but he kept repeating Sereza’s words in his mind: he had her full permission to touch her as he wished but also, he didn’t have to force himself into anything physical to keep her love.

Rationally Simon knew he had nothing to worry about; they were both looking out for each other just like she had said some time ago. He was her priority just like she was his.

Ghost just had to argue with his trauma-ravaged brain about the whole thing first. That obstinate fucker.

Walking over to the small table, Simon opened the drawer and pulled out his black bandana. The fabric slid through his fingers, catching occasionally on the rough edges of tiny scars and callouses. A bit of silver in the drawer caught the Brit’s eye. One of her earrings. She hadn’t wanted to sleep with them still on last night and this morning she’d run off in a hurry after being paged, so they remained in the drawer. Dwarfed in his hand, Ghost held one of the small jewels.

The tiny thing a physical reminder of her that calmed his racing mind. He exhaled deeply. The suffocating weight of his anxiety and apprehension gradually ebbed.

He could do this.

XXXXX

“Remember your safe word?”

His beauty nodded, “Gummy bears.”

After some snickering on both sides over the word’s silliness, Simon laid the blindfold over her eyes and secured it behind her head. Ghost searched what he could see of her expression for the smallest indication of reluctance or unease, but found only a bit of tightness in her body language. Nothing more. “You alright Love?” he checked, sliding his palms down to her shoulders. Sereza didn’t hesitate to give him a nod and a small smile in response to his question. Once more Simon found he was thoroughly humbled by the amount of trust his girlfriend was showing she had in him.

But Ghost stood rooted to his spot as he regarded her. A feeling of deep dissatisfaction enveloped him.

This was wrong.

The Brit sighed unhappily and reached back behind her golden curls, gently tugging the bandana off again.

He was met with a very confused look. “I can’t do this,” Simon shook his head. “This, I mean,” he quickly clarified, gesturing with the bandana before flinging it onto his desk. “For a lot of reasons but mostly it’s… I hate the idea of you forcing yourself to do something you might not want to because of me. And I can’t- I can’t handle the thought of making you feel like a body I’m just… using.”

Sereza rested her palm under his jawline. “You love me, right?” Ghost nodded without hesitation. “Just like I love you. I’ve never felt anything but safe with you Si, but if that feels wrong to you then we won’t do it,” Sereza smiled up at her ghost with an expression of pure adoration. “You really do have a beautiful heart Simon.”

Ghost cupped his hands around Sereza’s face as he leaned down to kiss her. Relishing how it felt to be like this with his little one. To be loved. Wanted. “You are everything good in my life. And if I’m going to show you how much I love you then I want to do it the right way,” Simon told her fervently before taking her lush lips in another ardent kiss.

Her small moans and warming body were already making his blood rush. Not toward his brain.

Rather quite the opposite.

Simon pulled Sereza’s hips snuggly against him as they deepened their kiss. Her back sensually arched into him. But as it often did with everything else, his mind decided to ruin the moment by interjecting an itty-bitty detail he hadn’t thought of until now…

“Fuck!” Ghost snarled as he whirled around away from her.

“What’s wrong?”

Simon ran his hand over his hair in aggravation as he turned back to Sereza. “I hope this doesn’t come across wrong, or like I’m fucking stalling – because I’m not; or not trying to at least– but… I don’t have condoms… and I don’t want to uh, uh…”

“…to get me pregnant,” Sereza finished for him.

“Mhm,” the Brit replied sullenly. This made him sound, again, like he only wanted to use her body to satisfy his needs and didn’t know how to communicate what he meant without sounding like a complete asshole. Simon’s mind began racing at the growing tension within him, making it that much harder to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t want to cause something that will impact your life and career like… that… Not that I wouldn’t be there!” he hurriedly explained, “I-I would, it’s just-”

“Si,” the petite female tried to interrupt.

“-Fucking hell Love, I don’t know how to say what I mean properly, I just don’t think that’s a good idea right now-”

“Simon,”

“-not for either of us. And I’m not a good choice for… for that anyway. I know I fucked up and I should’ve thought of condoms. I’m so sorry, but I promise I’ll fix this-”

“SIMON.” Ghost’s rambling finally halted at her shout. With a guarded expression, he stared down at her like he was expecting an excoriating scolding over his mistake. Sereza picked up his hands and held them between their chests. “First of all, take a breath mi amor.”

Huffing out a held breath, Ghost forced his shoulders down from under his ears. Again. He couldn’t believe he forgot about those. The possibility of… tonight’s events… had his thoughts flying through his head in a hundred directions at once, so much so that he’d completely forgotten about protection. What in the bloody hell was wrong with him?

Actually… he didn’t want to think about that just now. That was a long list.

“Si… I’m on the pill. Not for, um, this exact reason; it’s to better regulate my hormone levels. I’ve been on it for about three years.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” Sereza said as she pulled a small white plastic case from her pocket. Simon glanced down at the case she showed him with tiny pills rattling around inside. “I was actually just about to interrupt things to tell you that before we went any further – if you still wanted to try tonight, I mean,” she hastened to add.

“Oh. I see.” So… he hadn’t ruined it. They could still-

Ghost exhaled, letting his head hang as he closed his eyes, the last remnants of his momentary panic fading away. Good god he was a mess.

Sereza giggled slightly at his evident relief, Simon soon joined in with her, resting his forehead on top of hers. “You don’t need to apologize for mistakes or things that aren’t your fault mi amor. And I’m not ready for a baby either,” his beauty went on to say. “Maybe one day, but not right now. We can discuss little Simon Rileys another time, but for tonight our focus is us, yeah?”

‘Little Simon Rileys’… warmth filled Ghost’s heart. “…Yeah,” he agreed, smiling down at the face of his love. The unbidden image of Sereza pregnant with his baby, himself as a father, flashed across his mind’s eye and Ghost had to admit, he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea… one day. Maybe.

‘One day’ just didn’t need to be nine months from tonight.

He’d never envisioned his future before or entertained the idea much. The Brit had just been existing until he met this woman who brought meaning to his dark life. And building a family hadn’t crossed his mind at all. However the thought of planning for the future – a future together – with the woman he treasured felt so… natural.

“You’re right Love, another time.” Simon bent his head down, kissing his beauty and feeling immeasurably grateful for her ability to break him out of a spiral. Holding her tenderly, he kissed her harder, appreciating her taste. Sereza tilted her head back to give him better access to her mouth while his large hands wandered down, tracing the contours of her chest, to grasp the hem of her shirt. After a quick glance back at her making sure she was alright, Ghost carefully tugged it up over her head. Dark eyes focused on the black lace bra concealing her from his view. Not wanting to pounce on Sereza like some lust-driven arse, his fingers skimmed over her shoulders, across her collarbones, and up the column of her neck. “You’re so stunning,” he whispered against her as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Can I take it off?”

Sereza nodded but guided his hands behind her this time as she pressed closer to his chest. Curious at what his love was showing him, Simon peered over her shoulder.

Bloody hell, did all of these things have such absurdly tiny hooks? And did they all fasten in different places?

It took an annoyingly long time with his wide fingers but at last the hooks came loose. Straps hanging loosely around her figure, Simon ran his palm up and down her bare back as he nibbled her ear. Dainty hands pulled needily at his sleeves. Soft breaths of satisfaction reached the Brit’s ears. The feel of her skin, her scent, and sounds… his little one was already inundating his senses and he only had her half-naked. Barely, even.

Sereza shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor. Feeling her movement, Ghost gazed down at her unclothed chest, exploring hands eagerly getting to work as he gently kneaded. Twisting the dusky peaks, making her moan louder for him. Without removing his hands from his beauty, Ghost backed up until he could sit on the edge of the bed. Simon pulled her closer, tugging gently on the back of her thighs, until she knelt on either side of his legs. The height brought Sereza’s breasts to the perfect level. “Beautiful,” he hummed low in his throat as his mouth closed over her nipple. Sucking. Licking.

He groaned at the taste of her skin and decided it had been far too long since he last spent time with Sereza like this. Worshipping and loving her as she deserved. A whole 24 hours since he'd last enjoyed time alone with his love - an intolerable injustice he vowed to rectify once he got past this. Tonight.

Above him, Sereza began to whimper and squirm. Simon abruptly switched to her other breast, carefully closing his teeth over the firm peak and making her bitten-off moans grow louder. Left arm around her lower back to keep her close, Ghost’s right hand splayed across her thigh before venturing upward until it came to her center. Fingers grazed over the hot, damp fabric, almost making her whine. His thumb pressed to her most sensitive place.

“Ohhh God… Si…,” she panted as she pressed her hips lower, seeking more.

Sereza’s pleasured sounds overrode the traumatized part of his brain, Ghost pulled her down onto his hand, almost aggressively, fingers firmly rubbing in circles, making Sereza buck in response. He removed his hand and pressed her down onto his covered erection by her hips, breath catching at the feeling of her through the fabric of their pants. Her warmth alone was enough to make heat start building within him.

Ghost licked up her chest and neck until he latched onto her pulse point. Sucking hard. His free hand reached around her hip to squeeze her backside. Sereza began rolling her hips while her nails sunk into her Brit’s hoodie. Parting from her throat, he observed his little one. Her head was thrown back as her hips moved slowly over Simon’s, creating a delightful friction for them both. For a moment the lieutenant simply watched, mouth slightly open. Her stunning body twisted and curved as her pelvis worked against him. When her chest moved closer to his lips, Ghost’s tongue flicked against the swell. Sereza mewled and ground her center firmly over his cock.

Growling, Ghost flung Sereza onto the bed before settling over her and kissing her like a man starved. Rising onto his knees, he hastily shed his too-warm hoodie. Dark eyes hungrily took in his half-naked beauty lying in his bed and was struck by the sight of such perfection.

As well as the contrast…

Simon was a man of war; Sereza was an angel. She saved and bettered lives; all he did was end them. A harbinger of violence juxtaposed against a spirit of mercy. A dream come true, and someone’s worst nightmare. Good… and evil?

Ghost sighed inaudibly as he sunk to his elbows, averting his eyes, and dropping his forehead to her chest. Loving arms held him close. “Mi amor?” Sereza whispered as she kissed over his hair, “I’m here with you. Come back to me, my love.” Ghost snuggled into her a bit at her soft call. Letting her voice break through his thoughts.

Despite his reputation, his prowess as an elite soldier, the slightest shred of tenderness from this tiny slip of a woman and the legendary Ghost would crumble to kneel at her feet. Sereza already knew everything about him – all his flaws, faults, traumas, and weaknesses – and accepted him anyway, just as he was. Simon was beginning to understand… even believe, that in her eyes he was worth something. Worth being cared for.

Butterflies in his stomach and heart unbelievably full, Simon lifted his face and took her lips in a kiss full of profound affection. Thanking his lucky stars for this woman having come into his life.

Wrapping an arm underneath to grip the back of her neck, his cock ground against her warm core. Simulating what was to come. Hazel eyes drifted closed at the sensuous friction. “Eyes open sweetheart,” he prompted with a small shake of her neck, “Let me see you Love.”

Sereza complied, though with considerable difficulty. Simon’s rocking hips hit all the right spots, making heat pool low in her stomach and amber eyes glaze over.

A smirk drew the corner of his mouth up. “That feel good, sweet girl?” If the wetness seeping through their clothing was any indication it very much did, yet he wanted to hear her express it. Sereza’s eyebrows knitted together as she nodded enthusiastically. She clawed at his shirt with increasing fervor and without warning, Simon broke contact and sat up on his knees. Sereza bemoaned the sudden lack of his touch. The Brit chuckled at her complaining and gazed down at his love. Partially naked, wet, and her skin flushed. Waiting for him.

But his stomach was churning.

Wanting to push on rather than give in to rampant thoughts that threatened to bring everything about tonight to a standstill, Simon reached for the hem of his shirt.

And froze.

Ghost blinked hard, fighting the tunneling of his vision.

His little one came to his rescue again. “You look like you need to stop, Si. Do you?” She laid her hands over his still holding the bottom of his shirt.

Well – yes and no. While he was beginning to feel overwhelmed, Simon was also stubbornly determined to finally show Sereza how much he cherished her. Plus he was also fairly positive that if he stopped now his painful erection might actually kill him so… maybe if he slowed down some? While he got his mind right again?

Forcing down his trepidation, Simon affectionately stroked his knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek. “You’re so important to me, Sereza. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you so… so fucking badly all of this time,” he spoke, desire deepening his voice and making his accent more pronounced. “I want to be honest with you, and not keep things from you anymore. I don’t… I don’t know that I can do this, but I want to try. I just– I need to go slow. Really slow.”

She held his wrist near her face, caressing the back of his hand. “We will do whatever you say mi amor. As much or as little as you want and we will stop the second you say. You have complete control, okay?”

“…Okay,” he whispered.

Sereza paused for a spell. It was obvious he wanted this, but the sheer amount of pain he held made this level of vulnerability terrifying. We need some safe boundaries. She would be crystal clear on what her ghost was comfortable with and he would know exactly where her hands would and would not go so it should, she hoped, reduce his anxiety. “Can you help me know where is okay for me to touch you?” she asked.

“Uh,” Ghost’s eyes flicked to the side. This felt weird. “Well, my shoulders and up is good. And my chest.”

“Like here?” she asked, lowering her hands down near his diaphragm.

Simon flinched away violently. “N-no…” She snatched her hands back instantly, holding them up.

He took a second; a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes. Sereza knew he’d been hung by the ribs, but she didn’t know where the scar from it was and had been precariously close to it. That was his fault; he should have told her. Simon brought her hand up and kissed it reassuringly – both for her, to show her she hadn’t done anything wrong and he was okay, as well as for himself. That it was Sereza that held and touched him this time. “Not quite that low. Please.”

“Arms?” Truthfully, Sereza already knew those were a safe, non-threatening place. She touched his arms all the time but re-establishing their safety didn’t hurt. Plus it was an excuse to glide her fingers over his tattoo sleeve, which Ghost often said was soothing to him. All-in-all, a good way to take the pressure off Simon’s mind so he could calm down.

“Yeah arms are good,” he straightforwardly answered.

“What about hips?” His little one’s hands hovered near his lower stomach without touching.

Simon’s eyes widened as he tried to discern how he felt about that one. She had touched him there before, and lower. But only twice – once while he covered her eyes and another accidentally while she was asleep. He enjoyed both instances immensely, but tonight though was altogether different. He would be fully exposed to her… someone would see and feel all of him for the first time since Roba had…

“Don’t,” Sereza finished for him quickly as she watched his abyssal eyes lose focus again.

“Yeah don’t,” he shook his head. Ghost’s gaze became hollow and his body stilled above her. A tell-tale sign he may be shutting down.

Time to try a distraction. Moving her palms over Ghost’s broad chest, Sereza purposefully skimmed over his nipples. Just barely. Only enough for the sensation to reach him through the fog.

Simon’s mind snapped back to the present. Her hands fisted into his shirt and gave the gentlest tug. “I really wanna kiss you,” she hummed, looking up at him through her lashes as she shifted closer to him.

Simon grinned, having caught onto her plan. For all the fuss that others made about how mysterious and hard to read he was, Sereza sure had an easy time of it. Effortlessly hauling him from the dark recesses of his damaged mind. The heart he’d once assured Johnny was cold filled with warmth at Sereza’s actions because it showed she truly saw and understood him.

Dipping his head low, Ghost's warm breath fanned over her plump lips. “What’re you gonna do about it then?” his gravelly voice teased.

His beauty raised an eyebrow before she shocked him by tugging him closer until her naked chest was pressed flush against his and licking up his neck to his chin, pausing a hair’s breadth from kissing him as if daring him to finish what she started.

Blood rushing southward once more, Simon seized her under the jaw and crashed their lips together. Boldly dominating her mouth. Small palms roamed over his shoulders, up his neck to his nape, and down again toward his pecs. Tingles pleasantly prickled across his skin. Ghost’s chest rumbled as he sighed, “Your touch feels good Love.”

Sereza grinned into their kiss. “I like touching you,” she murmured. She brushed over his nipples again, causing Ghost’s muscles to quiver at her touch. His breath caught. “You like that?” her quiet voice asked.

“Yeah,” his responded in a husky growl. “Felt… it felt nice.” No one had ever touched him like that before, and Ghost didn’t think he’d like it but he was pleasantly surprised.

Carefully observing his expression, Sereza softly ran her nails over them. Simon inhaled sharply, the sensation sending a searing heat straight to his groin. Distantly he wondered what other surprises she had for him; what else she might do.

Not tonight – he could only conquer so many inner demons at one time – but perhaps eventually. An exceedingly entertaining thought.

Deciding he was more than sufficiently distracted now, Ghost pulled her small body close. “What if I touch you?” he mumbled near her ear while lightly nibbling the sensitive skin below.

Sereza caressed down the planes of his hard chest. “Mmm,” she moaned, “Yes please.”

Kissing and licking his way down her olive skin, Ghost laid her down on the bed again, working his way down to her stomach. His fingers toyed with the top of her leggings. “Can I take these off?” he asked her throatily. At her consent, Simon sat back and tugged the snug leggings down. Tossing them uncaringly behind him, dark eyes took the view of his beauty. Caramel curls fanned out around her, nude except for a single small piece of clothing, legs shut and drawn up protectively. The image burned itself into Ghost’s memory.

As wild as the sight drove him, Simon could sense her nervousness. Which wouldn’t do.

Warm palms rested on her knees as he took in his love’s doe-eyed appearance, the hint of blush on her cheeks. “You’re breathtaking Love,” his deep baritone whispered. Rough hands mapped her small, lithe frame as he explored every inch of her. “So fucking beautiful.” Slowly, always, giving her ample time to push him away if she wanted to stop, pushing no further until they were both ready, his battle-worn hands slid down her sides, splayed over her stomach, and hooked into the lacy edge of her panties. Simon paused and glanced back at his little one. Sereza lifted her hips, so Ghost tugged the black lace down along her smooth legs before dropping them over the edge of the bed.

Once again, Sereza’s legs pulled up close to her hips. Simon rubbed his hands over her thighs while leaving tiny kisses on her bent knees, giving her time. Feeling her muscles begin to relax, he lightly pressed against the insides of her knees, encouraging her to open for him while keeping his eyes on her for any sign she wanted to stop or was uncomfortable. His beauty hesitated only a breath of a second before relenting.

And allowed Ghost to spread her legs.

His midnight gaze adhered to the wet slit on full display for him. “Fuuuucking hell,” her ghost rasped as he at last had his first look at her, heart pounding out of his chest. “Holy fucking shit,” he breathed, the view having robbed him of most of his words. “Fuck… you’re so incredible, Gorgeous.” Attention entirely absorbed by her sex, the Brit’s hand absentmindedly dropped to the enormous bulge in his pants, palming his covered cock.

“Si?” a soft voice called to him.

Ghost’s stare immediately broke at her call. Leaning back over her, they whispered sweet words back and forth, calming one another. Physician or not, it was still her first time with a man. Only when the worry left her eyes did he return his attention to her body.

"Can I make a small confession?" he asked, continuing at her murmured assent, "I've never… taken the time to pleasure a woman before."

“So I get to be your first?” Sereza smiled up at her ghost.

He flashed a sentimental grin back at his little one, “Affirmative sweetheart.” Lowering his face, he trailed slow, meticulous nibbles and licks down her neck. His body resting between her legs, Ghost’s mouth made its way down to her chest, lavishing warm licks from one breast to the other. Taking time to suck at each before his large hands slid down the sides of her torso as he continued to work his way along Sereza’s body. Past her ribs, her navel, before finally reaching where he’d dreamed of being for the past months.

Gripping the back of her calves gently, Simon opened her legs further. The bright pink flesh stood out against her olive skin. Open and wet for him. “God… look at you,” he rasped. "So gorgeous, so wet..."

“All for you, my love.”

Ghost let out a deep, greedy growl, “All for me.” Lowering onto his forearms, he kissed along the inside of her thighs, relishing her small noises. Continuing to coat her tan skin in wet kisses, leaving subtle petal-shaped marks in his wake, he moved closer to the flushed pink lips of her core. Palms sliding underneath to grip the sides of her hips, Ghost lightly nipped at the skin around her center. Soothing the small marks with a lick afterward, listening as Sereza mewled with each nip of his teeth.

A tentative lick up her slit.

Sereza let out a loud gasp as her body arched up off the mattress. He licked her again and was rewarded with a similar response. She was already panting though he’d hardly done anything yet.

Craving more of her reactions, Simon’s hands spread her pink lips apart and his mouth latched onto the bud of nerves above the dripping entrance. Sereza loudly moaned at the sensation but had the presence of mind to swiftly cover her mouth.

“Jesus,” he moaned against her wet flesh, “you taste perfect.” His tongue delved into the tight hole, “… My beautiful girl, holy fuck…” Ghost wrapped his arms under her trembling thighs, holding her firmly in place as he unabashedly ate his fill of her.

Clawing fingers of her free hand sunk into her pillow, needing something – anything – to keep her grounded while Ghost feasted on her.

The noises he coaxed from his love, her mouth-watering taste, and the squelching sounds of a woman being pleasured were driving Simon out of his mind. Making him almost delirious with need. Without slowing down in his feast, the Brit angled his lower body so he could press his raging erection against the mattress to relieve some of the building pressure. Making him groan, which in turn made his beauty’s toes curl when the vibrations radiated through her.

Lifting his head, Ghost took in Sereza’s heaving chest and curls tousled from all her writhing. Expression blissful as she panted from what pleasure he’d given her thus far.

With a deep inhale, he sat up and lifted his shirt swiftly over his head. Dropping it beside him – close by just in case his mind decided to act up again. He was absurdly appreciative Sereza still had her eyes closed for the moment. Leaning back over her, Simon cupped her face tenderly, raining small kisses along her jawline and cheek.

Sereza turned toward her ghost, nuzzling against his profile. Hands trailed up his biceps until she paused once she came to his shoulders. Honey-colored eyes, dazed and curious, opened when she felt only warm skin instead of a shirt.

His expression scarcely concealing his uneasiness, Simon didn’t dare breathe while he waited for her reaction to the feeling of his mutilated skin. ‘I will still love you and be with you regardless’ she had said. Fucking hell he hoped that was true.

Half of his brain had faith in his little one and all the care she had demonstrated for him thus far, while the other half screamed at him to put his shirt back on, convinced that his girlfriend would be as repulsed by his appearance as Simon was himself.

Sereza’s fingertips brushed across muscled shoulders, up to his jaw and back down his neck, slowing at the collarbones and feeling the countless scars of war and torture, both deep and superficial. Meanwhile her ghost was motionless. A massive unblinking statue looming above her. Clearly fighting an internal war with himself. Wrapping him in her arms, Sereza began kissing everywhere she could easily reach. Along his cheek and jaw, just as he had done with her moments ago, then over his adam’s apple and down the scarred flesh to the notch at the base of his throat. Humming appreciatively.

The static filling his mind retreated at her actions. Burying his face into her curls, he exhaled a shuddering breath and wrapped an arm across her back, holding Sereza to him in a firm embrace. Silently thanking every heavenly being in existence that his beauty didn’t hate him.

Ghost’s blood quit pounding in his ears now that his clearing mind was focused on the naked woman dwarfed below him. He could feel his shaft beginning to strain against his sweats and boxers again; the short-lived anxiety having wilted his arousal somewhat. Still supporting her back, Ghost’s other hand pinned her hips to the bed as he began to grind his cock against her core.

Sereza’s fingers found his on her hip and curled around them as she moaned. Their foreheads touched, obsidian and hazel staring back at one another, heavy-lidded, breath mingling as they began to pant from the building pleasure. “Si-Simon,” came a breathy call, “does that… feel good?” she asked. Attempting to keep him present and grounded in the moment with her.

Ghost’s eyelids fluttered closed as he nodded, breathing heavily. Eyebrows knitted together and a light sweat coated his skin from the effort of holding himself back from ramming his throbbing cock into her. The feeling of Sereza naked in his arms, grinding his sensitive erection against her heat, and listening to her voice would make quick work of him before long.

But one more thing had to go first.

After a kiss full of reverent adoration, Ghost swiftly sat up and pushed the sweats and boxers down from his waist.

Sereza gasped as the bulbous tip of his cock peeked over the waistband. Eyes widening and her mouth falling open as more of Ghost’s thick shaft was revealed to her for the first time. Several dark veins standing out against his pale skin and an impressive amount of girth. The darker head pointing at her, seemingly pleading for attention.

Her small hand reached out, pausing halfway between their bodies as she looked up at her ghost towering above her. Simon gave her a subtle nod but it didn’t seem to her that he was truly consenting willingly. But rather forced, and Sereza didn’t want him to force himself. Not through this. Adjusting her approach, her hand rested on the middle of his stomach instead, just above his navel.

Abs involuntarily flexed under her touch and Simon inhaled sharply through his nose. Abyssal irises flicked between his love’s face and her hand on his stomach as he tried to determine what she was doing, not understanding until she moved downward a few centimeters while holding eye contact with him.

She was asking permission. Giving him an opportunity to say no if he wanted. To decide for himself what happened next.

Such a considerate and caring action stunned him. Another reminder of how safe he was with his little one. Nothing would happen that they didn’t both want. Ghost sidled up a bit closer and picked up her hand from his stomach, bringing it to his lips to kiss the wrist in gratitude. “I’m okay Love,” he whispered with a small tender smile, looking down at Sereza over her knuckles, “you can touch me.”

No way Simon was turning back now after coming this far. Guiding her wrist down, he brought her hand to his cock where she curled her dainty fingers around his length. Just as he had the first time, he dropped his hand and allowed her to explore him at her own pace.

A low groan vibrated out of his chest when Sereza tightened her grip and began moving her hand up and down in a firm stroke. Half-aware, Ghost’s hips pressed forward just slightly, moving in time with her. When his sac began to tighten much too soon, he quickly and clumsily shed his clothing the rest of the way.

“Actually have… two confessions,” Simon panted, “I haven’t…” Fuck’s sake, he thought to himself, how in the hell should he phrase this? “Never, uh… finished with anyone.”

He'd seen to his partner's satisfaction, but not his own. He hadn't allowed himself to. It had been something too intimate for his mind to handle. Allowing someone to get too close. So he'd always finished it himself afterward.

Sereza’s bright eyes only shined back at him with all the love they always held. Never holding any judgment. Simon breathed a bit easier now that she didn’t appear put off by his admissions. “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed, and I don’t wanna do anything to risk losing you so… think about what you want when it’s time for… that.”

“You won’t lose me. Ever. But what about you? What do you want Si?”

Ghost shook his head and groaned again at a particularly pleasant stroke. “Doesn’t matter what I want,” he replied contrarily, looking down to watch her hand stroke him.

A conditioned response, she knew, and one she wasn’t letting go this time.

“Simon,” he stilled at her tone and looked back into amber eyes. “What you want absolutely matters. Especially right now. You have a voice in this too so please tell me, amor, what do you want?”

What I want matters… the Brit silently repeated to himself.

Repairing all the damage from his past was arduous work, but Simon was learning that it was far easier when he listened to what his other half told him. He gulped, suddenly feeling oddly… shy… about what he wanted to say.

Though he’d sooner go jogging through a minefield than admit that out loud.

“I want,” Simon began, “…to finish inside,” he muttered, carefully scanning her features for signs of disgust. But it was the truth. He wanted the complete experience with her. Only with her.

“Inside?” Sereza asked.

Her ghost nodded almost imperceptibly with bated breath. Just as his nerves were about to get the better of him, to convince him he’d offended her, fucked everything up just as his father said he would, his beauty smiled and tightened her grip, thumb running over the slit on his tip and making Simon’s body jolt pleasantly. “I'd like that,” she purred seductively even as a light pink tinted her cheeks.

Simon blinked dumbly at her a second before huffing out a breath he’d been holding. Sereza smiled brightly at his obvious relief.

Sitting upright, Simon removed her hand and peered down between their bodies, taking a moment to relish finally being between her legs and admiring his view of Sereza from his height. Naked, wet, and spread open for him. Fucking hell she was lovely like this. Before his brain could interrupt their night again, Ghost lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance. “I’ll be easy. Yell at me or… something… if you need me to stop.”

His beauty nodded and opened her legs wider to accommodate his large frame. Holding himself with one hand, Ghost brushed his weeping cockhead over her, coating it in her arousal. With his other hand, he gently played with the swollen nub to coax more wetness from her body. He began sliding his heavy length along her slit to prepare them both for his intrusion.

Sereza wrapped her arms around him. Bracing herself.

Prodding gently, Ghost grit his teeth as he began to breach the small entrance. The sensation of just pushing his tip past the outer lips was wildly sinful.

Inch by agonizingly delightful inch, Simon penetrated her hot core. “Fuuucking hell you’re tight,” he gasped as he fought her inner muscles to push further inside. He knew she would be of course, but he hadn’t quite anticipated such a vice-like grip. The feeling of her warm walls slowly enveloping him had Ghost seeing stars. “Fu-fuck, god… you’re so… fucking small. Holy fuuucking hell, uughh,” his throaty baritone vibrated throughout his chest.

His cock and brain both demanded he hurry the hell up, but Simon held himself back – by the skin of his teeth – resolutely refusing to hurt Sereza before it was time. His advances halted when his tip prodded against something deeper inside her. Something in the way. A barrier… the Brit’s eyes widened, having realized he’d reached her maidenhead. “I… I feel it… fuck,” Simon rasped.

He held still, anxious. Once he moved he would break it. The woman he loved would be his, completely and forever just as he would be hers… but Simon would have to hurt her to do it. Dark brown eyes glued themselves to amber, wordlessly pleading. He didn’t even know what for but, just – damn it, something. Some miracle that would spare them both from the pain that was coming.

Sereza’s senses snapped back to earth at the feeling of her Brit no longer moving. “Talk to me, amor,” she whispered at seeing his overcast expression, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I-I don’t know that I can do this. When I… it’ll hurt you.”

His love smiled reassuringly while combing her nails through his blond waves. “It probably will some, but it doesn’t last very long and it’s not like what you’re thinking.”

“You’ll bleed.”

“Maybe. Or maybe not,” she said rather matter-of-factly. “Actually most women don’t. But even if I do, it’s only a little. Whatever happens Si, I promise you I’ll be okay.”

“You’re sure you want this? Me, as your first?”

Sereza pulled his head down for a deep kiss. Her fingers traced across a few scars on his face, “I will always want and choose you. Because I love you. But also, we don’t have to do this for me to still love you and stay with you.”

Tucking a curl behind her ear, he peppered small kisses across her cheeks and down her neck where he buried his face. “I love you too. So fucking much.” Holding her as close as he could manage, Ghost quickly thrust his hips forward, breaking through the barrier and bottoming out inside her.

Sereza yelped, her body stiff and trembling under him, nails digging into his back. Simon’s throat seized up at the sound of her pain. Cupping the back of her head, he screwed his eyes shut and pulled her closer to him, caging her small form within his arms as he whispered how sorry he was for hurting her. Something damp fell on his skin and Simon’s heart nearly shattered. His love was crying.

“I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t take this, her suffering because of him. Because of something he’d done. This was unconscionably selfish of him and now he’d hurt her, just like he always knew he would. She was hurting and crying all because of him and his fucking selfish desires.

Right when he was about to pull out and call the whole thing off his little one blew out a few deep breaths and her hands eased their death grip on his shoulders. Gentle arms now held him close just as they had countless times before tonight. Chancing a look at her, Simon lifted his head, fearful of what he might see.

Brilliant hazel irises met his midnight ones. No tears or traces of pain. “I’m okay mi amor,” she smiled, continuing with soft little assurances and his favorite head scratches when her ghost still seemed rattled.

“You cried,” he whispered hoarsely, “I made you cry...”

Sereza quickly put a stop to that, pressing her fingers against his lips while shaking her head. “It made my eyes water but no Love, I wasn’t crying.” Slender legs moved against his thighs and silken muscles fluttered along his hardness, making Ghost tense and hiss through his teeth. “I’m just fine mi amor, I promise. But could you maybe start slow? You’re kinda… big,” Sereza finished with a small laugh and raising her eyebrows.

Blood pounding in his ears, Ghost nodded at her request. Whatever she wanted. Anything in the world, just as long as he didn’t have to see or hear her in pain ever again.

Only now, with his beauty calm, could Simon relax again and focus on the feeling of being sheathed within her body. The Brit couldn’t recall ever feeling anything so exquisitely perfect. All his dreams and fantasies didn’t do the goddess beneath him any justice at all. “You’re so beautiful,” he rumbled, each and every muscle in his body taut. “All the time but… especially like this. So gorgeous. So warm…” The hot walls flexed and hugged around his cock as if unsure whether to force him out or draw him in further. A sensation that made his erection throb excruciatingly and compelled him to begin moving. “You-you’re so wet… god… you feel so fucking good.”

Simon kissed her lips with all the passion he could as he embraced her small frame tighter. “You’re mine now. All… mine,” he growled, accentuating his words with the first movement of his hips. “I love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one has… been inside you. They don’t… get to have you,” Simon wheezed while he unhurriedly pumped in and out of her. Moving slowly as she’d asked. His love’s head pressed back against the pillow with a moan as Ghost drove his cock in. Filling and stretching her, forcing her body to open up for him. Each movement both gentle and intense. Knocking stilted breaths from her lungs with every snap of his hips against hers.

“Simon…,” Sereza whimpered between small uneven gasps.

The Brit hissed through his teeth. “Say it again,” his gravelly voice demanded.

“Simon…,” she bit down on her lip, “S-Si… more… please…”

Ghost stared. Did she just… beg?

Ohhhh he liked that.

Taking her lips in an ardent kiss, he picked up his pace. Feeling only too happy to oblige. His love groaned into the kiss. When the need to breathe forced them apart her mouth drifted over to his neck, just below his ear, before working its way down to his shoulder. Ghost’s heart began to pound. He increased his pace a bit more. Jostling her small frame and making her whimper against his neck.

Bloody hell she was responsive. While they drove him magnificently irrational with lust, Ghost didn’t particularly care for others hearing Sereza’s sounds. Those belonged to him. Only him. Combined with her working on his neck like she was, and how wonderful she felt wrapped around him, was bringing his orgasm on sooner than Ghost wanted. He wouldn’t allow himself to finish until his beauty did.

Removing her from his throat, Simon placed his palm over her mouth. “This okay?” Sereza nodded frantically back at him with bleary eyes. A look that made his cock throb. “My good girl… All… mine,” he ground out, punctuating his words with a hard thrust that made Sereza groan deeply and squeeze around his shaft. A low, carnal growl from Ghost’s chest shuddered through them both. “You like that do you? Like being my good girl?” Another strong squeeze at his words stole his breath, “Holy fuck, ugh!... I love feeling you clench around me like that.”

Restraint gone, Ghost’s pace and force increased.

Sereza’s thighs began trembling against his hips, telling him she was already close. His heavy sac began to draw up tightly; he wouldn’t last any longer either. Slipping a hand between their sweaty bodies, Simon began rubbing her sensitive flesh, causing her to wildly thrash from side to side. “That’s my sweet girl. Let me feel you… come for me, Gorgeous,” Ghost commanded as he lengthened his thrusts, every roll of his hips catching her sweet spot perfectly. “Be a good girl… come for me sweetheart.”

Dazed amber eyes rolled closed as her spine bowed off the bed while she cried out beneath his hand. Molten-wet walls clamped down on his shaft, causing heat to explode within his veins. Liquid fire shot through his every nerve and down through his cock as he buried himself to the hilt. Groaning loudly through bared teeth at each pulse. Giving a few small thrusts as he came.

Behind his eyelids, Simon’s vision flashed white at the intensity of emptying himself inside the woman he loved. A feeling closer to paradise than anything he’d experienced before. The gasping lieutenant withdrew slowly and sat back on his heels as he held Sereza’s knees apart to look down between her legs at his semen seeping out of her slit.

Holy shit!

A sight that would have made him come a second time if he’d had any left in him.

His woman, lying naked in his bed and looking thoroughly pleasured because of him, had Simon feeling ridiculously proud of himself. As well as ridiculously in love. Slinking back up her tired body, Simon’s thumb brushed over her lush, parted lips before he tasted her sweet mouth once more. “God how I love you Sereza,” he sighed once pulling free from her lips.

“Mmmm… Yo también te amo, amado mio.”

Still winded from his orgasm, Simon chuckled weakly. “English, sweetheart,” he playfully groused.

Sereza mumbled random nonsense as she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to switch her brain back over. “I love you too, my love,” she murmured, finally able to string enough thoughts together to form an intelligible sentence.

“Say it again? The ‘I love you’ part?”

“Te. Amo,” she enunciated carefully.

“…Te amo,” Simon tried. Sereza tiredly nodded at his attempt. “Te amo,” he repeated confidently. If she had learned his language then it was only fair that he should learn at least some of hers. It also felt right that his first phrase was ‘I love you.’

“Sí, perfecto,” she praised with a peck on his cheek.

"Te amo Sereza, um… so much.” Sereza burst with giggles and Simon couldn’t help joining her, the melodious sound heaven to his ears and a balm to his soul.

“M-muchísimo,” she corrected, despite her giggle fit.

XXXXX

Sereza sighed softly as she woke up in her Brit’s embrace. Laying still for a moment as she relished the feeling of Ghost’s naked body spooned against her own unclothed one, arm draped over her waist and curled up by her chest. Even in his sleep, the massive arms held her both lovingly and protectively.

After some careful maneuvering, Sereza managed to turn herself around to face him. Between the weight of his arm and trying to not wake him, it was slow-going, but fortunately her ghost remained fast asleep. Idyllically handsome in the early morning sunlight coming through his window.

Tilting her gaze up, Sereza admired his peacefully sleeping face, his strong jawline, and how the morning sun hit his features just right. Simon deserved every moment of peace he could get; he’d more than earned it in her opinion. Honey irises scanned his broad chest as it steadily rose and fell with Simon’s quiet breaths, taking in every scar, every evidence of a past he’d fought to escape until she landed on the large scar at the bottom of his rib cage. The mangled gash left behind by the hook he'd been hung from, many shades darker than his alabaster skin. A reminder of unfathomable pain that stood out in stark contrast to the rest of him.

“It bother you?” a velvety baritone rumbled from above her.

The feeling of her breath hitting his exposed skin had woken him and he found her staring at the scar from where he’d been hung. Simon’s fear resurfaced tenfold as he watched and waited for her answer.

Sereza met his guarded, unblinking eyes staring back at her from where he still rested on his pillow before she turned away and pressed her lips against the middle of the scar. Trailing lingering kisses over the full length of the old wound.

Ghost couldn’t breathe or look away.

His little one showered the same attention on every scar she found as she kissed a path up to his mouth. “I love you Si. You, all that you are and just as you are.” Sereza knew it would take time for her Brit to believe those words, to let them replace the toxic words of his father and his own self-hatred, and she silently promised Ghost she’d be always there to remind him, no matter how many times he needed to hear it.

Cupping his face lovingly, they kissed with all the tender affection they could summon. She sighed against his lips once their kiss wound down, “Good morning Si.”

“Mm, yes it is,” the Brit smiled back as he caressed her bare back, loving the feeling of her naked body pressed against his own nude one. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

Sereza shook her head and smiled beatifically down at her ghost, “I’m wonderful. Just a bit sore is all.”

Being a virgin, Simon knew she would be, especially with how small she was compared to him, but it didn’t stop guilt from brewing. “What about you?” Her question drew Ghost away from encroaching dark thoughts, “How do you feel after last night?”

Simon pulled Sereza in for another long kiss. “Amazing, Love.”

XXXXX

It physically pained Ghost to watch Sereza’s divine figure disappear as she dressed, but responsibility called. The military still wanted things done, and regrettably they couldn’t spend the entire day naked in bed – no matter how much they both wished to.

For him, there were new operatives to train and his little one had patients to see. Not much either of them could do about it except sneak a quick goodbye kiss and go their separate ways down the corridor.

Ghost rolled his blackened eyes at the recruits’ ineptitude. He understood they were new and learning but good god climbing a half-wall should not be this fucking difficult.

His pocket vibrated and the Brit fished out his phone. Lucky for the recruits, the other lieutenant would have to handle them. A text from Price lit up the screen:

Need to talk to you. My office in 10. And bring your lady.

A towering skull mask opened the captain’s squeaky door and stood aside for the petite female to enter.

“Some… comments… were made to me about you two.” Price was speaking seriously and Sereza felt her chest become tight. Was the captain about to forbid Ghost from having a relationship with her?

Her own commander couldn’t care less about relationships as long as everyone still did their job and there wasn’t any drama, but had someone higher up in the SAS found out and ordered Price to intervene? Ghost was a valuable asset; did they not want him distracted or encumbered by a relationship? That would make sense…

Internally her every fiber began preparing to fight for him. No matter who or what rank she had to go up against, she would not give up Simon.

Perfectly attuned to his little one, a large comforting hand discreetly grazed across her lower back.

“You’re being moved,” Price said to his lieutenant. “Effective immediately.”

[darkeraurora]

Happiness Will Come To You.