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I miss you so much. I know you're mad at me because I can't tell you where I am. But I'm alive and I'm safe. I promised I would come back to you. Never doubt that.
-Simon "Ghost" Riley's letters to Laura Taylor 50/?
After the assault on Alejandro’s base, all was back to somewhat normal in their main base. Task Force 141 were back in the UK in their regular base with the help from Laswell. The new targets were General Shepard and Graves and the task force must stay low and out of sight. However, Laswell had told the group to take some shore leave to clear their minds and relax. A clear mind and rested body is the best for all of the members.
Laura was sitting at her desk, charting Gaz's chart on her laptop, updating his medicine and physical. She needed to update everyone’s chart and send the finalized copies to Laswell for the record. The men would need to be reevaluated in another year, and she wasn’t planning on leaving the task force now. Doctors heal and save people, and that is what she prided herself on. Of course working in a hospital had its benefits, but nothing compared to an active war zone. The adrenaline. The rush one feels knowing someone’s life is in your hands. A hospital could never compare. Never. She thought she didn’t miss it, subjecting herself into civilian hospitals but now that she has had a taste again; she’s addicted.
The door to her clinic opened and she turned slightly to see Simon’s bulk body walking inside, closing the door gently behind him. He was wearing a simple balaclava, his usual black hoodie and jeans. Laura turned back to her laptop and logged out of Gaz’s chart. Then, she turned her full attention to Simon who was standing in front of her, his soft brown hues on her.
Just the sight of him made her heart feel lighter. She loved him. There was doubt of that. She had never loved someone like she loved Simon. They had picked out their apartment in London together just a few weeks ago, and she couldn’t wait to be on shore leave with him. Even if it was for a week, she could savor every moment with him. To finally act like a normal couple, it excited her.
“Hey,” she said with a small smile on her lips. His brown eyes locked with her green ones, making her heart skip a beat.
“We need to talk,” he simply said.
Laura blinked and felt a small sharp pain in her chest. No one wanted to hear that sentence. “Are,” she paused and let out a small breathless laugh. “Are you breakin’ up with me?”
Simon’s brown hues widened in shock for a moment and he shook his head. “No, of course not.”
“Oh,” she exhaled and turned her attention back to her laptop. “Oh thank God. Then, what is it? I need to finish y'all's medical records today.”
“I need you to quit the task force,” his voice was flat, almost emotionless.
Laura’s heart sank into the pit of her stomach and she slowly turned her chair back to face him. Her mouth was opened agape, but no words escaped her lips. Did he really say those words to her? He wanted her to quit!? Why!?
“Are you serious?” She whispered, her voice low.
He nodded. “I am. I need you to quit. It’s not safe with Shepard betrayin’ us and with Makarov out there now.”
Laura shook her head and stood up. “No,” she said, her green hues locked with his brown ones.
Simon inhaled sharply, glaring down at her. “I’m not askin’. I’m tellin’ you, yer off the team.”
Laura couldn’t believe what he was saying to her. She shook her head and placed her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “You’re not in charge, Price is.”
“Price agreed wit’ me.” Simon quickly replied.
Laura shook her head again in disbelief, crossing her tan arms over her chest. Her heart was racing from her anger. After all she had done for them!? This is how they repay her!? She healed them. She took care of them. She was their doctor, and they are so willingly to toss her back to the outside world without a second thought.
“And what about what I want?!” She snapped back at him.
His brown hues narrowed at her, glaring at her. “Laura,”
“Don’t,” she pointed her index finger at him. “Don’t treat me like a damn child! I’m a doctor. I healed yall. I took care of yall for a damn year and this is how you treat me!? Like I’m trash!?”
Simon reached toward her hand and gently pushed it to the side. “You know that’s not true. It’s safer this way.”
Laura scoffed at his words. “For yall, but not for me.” She mumbled, her green hues darting to the side. She was desperately trying to keep calm, and not let her emotions get the better of her but tears were starting to form in her eyes.
Simon’s hand was slowly reaching for the side of her face but she slapped it away. His fingers curled into the palm of his hand. “Don’t,” her voice coated in anger. “I want to be alone. Just go, please.”
She sat back down in her chair, turning her back to him. She could feel his shadow behind her, but then his heavy footsteps walked away from her. The door opened and softly closed behind him, leaving her alone. A few tears fell from her eyes, rolling down her cheeks.
The task force was cleaning the base, destroying any evidence that could be used against them in court if they were arrested. They deleted any important files on the computers, only sending copies to Laswell. The men were collecting their belongings into their duffle bags, cleaning out their rooms. This was their home and to leave it behind, it felt strange. The med clinic was cleaned out except for Laura’s duffle bag that was on the floor. All the medical supplies were put back into crates, ready to be shipped off to other active bases and some military hospitals.
Laura, however, was wearing her skin tight green dress with her white heels. Her long blonde hair was teased up with hairspray. She had on light makeup, some foundation, lipstick and massacre. She was dressed up because she had been invited to a doctor’s dinner in London tonight. She needed to get away from the men, and not be reminded that she was being tossed outside like trash.
Laura hadn’t discussed the decision with Price or the others, still in denial about the entire situation. Simon hadn’t spoken to her either, his pride was getting the better of him. He would crawl into bed late at night when she was dead asleep, she only knew he slept beside her because his side of the bed was always made in the morning. He didn’t make eye contact with her, but she felt his presence everywhere she went – like he was her shadow. She was still too angry to speak with him, her own pride getting the better of her. They were both too prideful to apologize to the other.
“What are you wearin’?” Simon’s voice nearly scared Laura, she turned slightly to see him in the doorway with his gloved hand on the doorknob.
“I’ve been invited to a doctor’s dinner,” she turned her back to him once more, picking up her iphone that was on the now empty desk. “And no you aren’t invited, it’s only for doctors.”
Simon’s brown hues darkened at her as he slowly closed the door behind him, walking toward her. His skull mask casted a shadow around his brown hues.
“You’re not wearing that,” Simon said as she walked past him. Laura stopped in her tracks, but kept her back turned to him. He hadn’t spoken to her all day and this is the first sentence he said to her? Honestly, she isn’t too surprised.
“It's the only dress I have out here. It’s a formal dinner.” She turned to finally face him.
“No,” he said simply. His dark brown hues staring at her intensely.
Laura crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not in charge of me, Simon. I am going to wear this dress, end of discussion.”
Before he could protest, she turned her back to him once more and walked out of her clinic, nearly slamming the door behind her. Her anger and irritation got the better of her. Her heart was racing under her chest, she knew her blood pressure had to be high. He really knew how to get under her skin. She heard the clinic door open behind her, he was following after her and it only annoyed her more.
“I’m driving you there,” Simon was right behind her, nearly on her heels as she walked down the hallway.
“No way.” Laura shook her head. “Your drivin’ is scary.”
“I’m driving you, end of discussion.” He walked past her and Laura glared into his back as he disappeared down the hallway, nearly jogging toward the entrance of the base.
He can drive her, but he can’t go to dinner. Maybe making him sit in the car and fester in his own pride would do him some good after all.
“You didn’t say it was going to be hours,” Simon grumbled when she opened the Jeep’s passenger side. She slid into the seat with a devious smile on her lips.
The dinner was about two hours, but Laura stayed behind to mingle and make Simon suffer alone in the car. He did insist that he drive her. And, she was still angry with him for kicking her off the task force. He needed to suffer, even if it was petty suffering.
“You didn’t have to come,” she replied as she reached for her seat belt.
Simon didn’t respond as he started the Jeep. The engine started up as he slowly backed out of the spot. The pair didn’t speak as he drove back to the base. Laura was looking out the window, watching the buildings rush by as he drove. She let out an exhale and leaned back into the seat, refusing to look over to him. She was still angry, but she didn’t want to be. It was his fault, he should apologize to her.
“If you apologize to me we can stop fighting,” she finally spoke up, but kept her gaze out the window.
Simon was quiet, only adding to the flame of anger she felt. He really was too prideful for his own good. Laura looked over to him with a frown on her tan face. His hand was gripping the steering wheel, his focus in front of him but one of his legs was bouncing up and down. Anxious? Angry? It was hard to figure out.. He could be statuesque, emotionless and unable to read. Simon pulled up to a red light, stopping the car but he refused to look over at her.
“You wore that mask on purpose, didn’t you?” She questioned him. “You thought it would make me forget how angry I am with you.”
Simon didn’t say a word, didn’t move. Only kept his attention in front of him. Laura frowned but then a horribly delightful idea came into her mind. She leaned over to his seat, his hand resting on his bouncing leg. The leg stopped bouncing as she stroked his leg. Slowly, his gaze moved over to her, watching her. Her hand moved from his leg toward his crotch, where a bulge was starting to form.
“Laura,” he warned, but she had a devious smirk on her tan face. Her hand rested on the bulge under his jeans.
“I like it when you say my name,” she whispered to him, leaning over and pressed her painted lips against his clothed ones. She pulled away and her hand was reaching for the bottom of his balaclava. “It makes me want you in ways that are sinful.”
His brown eyes darkened for a moment and he focused his attention back to the traffic light that had turned green. Laura didn’t stop her movements, no, her hand started to stroke at his covered bulge as her lips pressed against his covered neck. The jeep pulled into a parking lot and Simon put the car into brake and turned off the engine. His hand reached for his balaclava, pulling it over his face and tossed it into the back seat. She leaned over and pressed her painted lips against his. Their mouths moved over one another in a frenzy. His gloved hands moved from her bare shoulder down her back, trying to pull her closer to him. Laura smirked against his lips and she broke their kiss, her painted lips kissing down his exposed neck. The hand that was on his bulge squeezed at him causing him to hiss slightly. She moved her hand off his bulge, her fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans, unbuttoning his pants. Simon moved his hips slightly to help her move his pants down his pelvis. Her hand reached under his briefs to pull out his hard cock.
She started to move her head down toward his cock. A sharp inhale escaped Simon when her tongue met the tip of his cock. She slowly moved her tongue up and down his entire shaft. His leg started to bounce, and her hand gently held it down as she worked her way around his cock.
Her cheeks were hollow as her jaw shivered when his cock entered her mouth, the tip of his cock nearly brushing against the back of her throat. Her green hues gazed up to see his brown eyes dark, nearly primal shadowed in lust. She moved her painted lips up over his shaft, and slowly licked the angry red tip of his cock.
“Fuck love,” he whispered, a low grunt escaping his mouth.
He slowly moved his hips up causing the tip of his cock to stroke the end of her throat again. She didn’t fight his movement, she accepted it with parted lips. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his jeans. Her tongue dancing against the tip of his cock, the precum leaking from the tip only made it easier to slide his shaft further into her mouth. A few incoherent words were escaping his lips and her green eyes darted up toward him. His brown hues were rolling back as another grunt escaped the back of his throat.
His gloved hands rested in her blonde hair, tugging gently at the locks. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, her tongue teasing the angry red tip of his leaking cock.
“Enough,” his voice betrayed him as he roughly pulled her by her hair to get her off his throbbing cock.
Laura glared up at him but Simon’s hands were fumbling with the chair’s seat adjustment, pushing it as far back as he could.
“I need to finish inside of you,” his voice was primal and it only made her core hotter and wetter.
She didn’t argue as she crawled over to the driver’s seat, saddling into his lap. His cock resting against the green fabric of her dress. She reached behind her, her fingers searching for the zipper of her dress.
“Don’t,” Simon said, causing Laura to raise an eyebrow at him. “Leave it on.”
She chuckled softly to herself and moved her hands onto his shoulders, using him for support as she lifted herself up. Simon’s hand gripped his cock while the other hand found the slit of her dress, pushing it as far up as he could to expose her hot core. The head of Simon’s cock brushed against her core, causing them both to nearly moan at the same time. Laura rubbed her clit over the angry red tip causing Simon to hiss at the friction, the sensation nearly made Laura’s eyes roll back.
Laura slowly sat down on Simon’s hard cock, her wet core ready for his entire length and girth.
“Take it,” he grunted up to her and Laura only sighed in contentment when her clit met his pelvis. “You pretty thing, all tight and wet for me.”
Her body was nearly trembling from the sheer size of him inside of her, but it was an addictive pain. She slowly moved up and back down on his cock, the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned into her ear and his hand moved under her dress, searching for her clit.
When his index finger brushed against her clit, she moaned loudly and pressed her head into his shoulder. Her body started to weaken as he drew circles around her clit, teasing her. His movement only caused increased wetness around his shaft. Her arousal spilling down her legs and onto his jeans, causing a soft cry of pleasure when his fingers pinched at her hard clit. She moved slightly faster on his cock, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support.
“Th’s it, taking me so well. You’re mine, all fuckin’ mine,” his words were only adding to her pleasure, nearly bringing her to an orgasm. She pressed her forehead into his neck, but then she felt his hand in her scalp, gently pulling her away from his neck.
“Look at me, keep ‘em eyes on me,” he grunted to her, his fingers moving faster on her clit. “I’ve wanted to take you in this dress for too long. You look so fuckin’ good in it, fuck-”
She came hard on his cock, causing her to moan loudly, seeing stars.
“Y’know you’re makin’ it so fuckin’ hard to hold back, right?” His voice was low, deeper than usual and Laura only smiled slightly at him.
“I want you to fill me up,” she whispered against his lips and she felt the curve of a smile on his lips.
“Yea?” He tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“Yea,” she nearly whimpered, rolling her hips back down on him causing him to groan loudly at the friction. “I’m yours.”
Those words seemed to ignite something deep in Simon, because his hands gripped her hips tightly, nearly leaving a bruise. He rolled his hips up to her, pushing his cock as far as he possibly could. Her green eyes watching him as his brown hues nearly rolled back from the pleasure he felt, the wetness of her core wrapped around him. She moved herself up, nearly removing his cock from her wet core but then slammed back down on him. Her clit bounced off his pelvis and his fingers dug into her hips from the friction. She rolled her hips against his pelvis, her arousal dripping down to his jeans and the car seat.
“I need you,” she whispered against his lips and he let out a small exhale. Her green hues locked with his soft brown ones. ‘I’m yours simon, fuck, i love you.”
Those were the words that caused him to come hard inside of her, a loud groan escaping his chest. His arms wrapped around her hips, holding her close against his chest. Rope after rope of his come spilled into her, filling her up. Laura pressed her lips against his for a moment, but he broke to the kiss to let out a loud exhale, his grip still tight around her. The silent aftermath of their love making filled the car.
Laura ran a hand down the side of his scarred face as he inhaled and exhaled, trying to catch his breath. Her fingers started to trace down his scar, memorizing the texture of his skin. His grip slowly relaxed around her, and his cock was softening inside of her. Laura slowly moved off his cock, causing them both to exhale from the emptiness they both felt. However, Laura stayed on his lap, her fingers tracing his large scar on his face.
"Tell me why you want me off the team," she mumbled down to him. "Give me a good reason and we can stop this stupid fight."
Simon's brown hues met her green eyes and he exhaled. "It's safer if you aren't with us."
“Who is going to take care of you if I’m not there?” she whispered to him. His brown hues softened at her words and his hand gently pushed back some of her blonde hair behind her ear. His gloved hand resting on her cheek. Their eye contact was intense, stronger than ever before. Her heart was racing under her chest as she gazed into his brown hues.
“I can’t lose you, Laura.” He simply said, his voice was soft.
“But,” she pressed her lips together. “We would be apart for weeks maybe even months. I don't like the thought of not knowing if you are safe or not. I'm supposed to take care of you."
Simon's gloved fingers gently stroked at her cheek. "You're my life now. I-" he paused and exhaled, searching for the right words. "You're all I have. I can't risk losing you. I'll always come back to you, I promise."
Laura's mouth felt dry and her throat felt like was going to close up on itself. He had never said such endearing words to her like this. She knew expressing himself was not easy, yet he did it. How can she possible stay mad at him now?
She sighed but slowly nodded. "I don't agree with this decision, but I suppose I can accept it. As long as you don't break your promise to me."
Simon let out a breathless sigh, and leaned up to press his lips against hers for a second. His lips lingered on hers, "Never."