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It’s forbidden, you can’t act on your feelings. You’ll get booted from the team if you do it. But he makes it so damn hard to do that. Whether it be a brush up against my hand or even just a glare from across the room, my feelings grow more and more for him every single little thing he does to me. I can’t tell if it was intentional or not but it has to be. The fact that he always sits next to me on the lounging couch at base or always insists on going on a task with me if I was going to be alone or I always catch him staring first. I never expected Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley to be that kind of person, a ‘hopeless romantic’, but I guess you never know with people. I have never even seen his face under that skull mask or even the balenciaga he wears, but I can only imagine what he looks like. He makes me feel things that I have never felt about a person before and I hate myself for it. He is my Lieutenant, it would never work out.
*KnockKnock*
Who could that be? I’m not expecting anyone. Am I?
“You in ‘here, Zara?”
Simon. That was Simon’s voice. What on Earth would he want with me? I scanned over my little cubicle room, seeing it was mostly tidy.
“Yeah come in.” I announce.
The door swung open and Simon stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He wore his skull balenciaga with a black hoodie on and gray jeans on. Even though we are on call duty, we can still be in our lounge clothes just as long as we can get dressed and ready into our gear in less than two seconds.
“What’s up?” I asked as he came and sat on my bed with me sitting on my desk chair that was right near my bed.
“Can’t sleep.” Simon mumbled.
I peeked at my clock seeing it was nearing midnight. I didn’t even notice the time, had I been thinking that much?
“I’m sorry, rough day today?” I offer him to vent.
Today was arguably our slowest day ever. Just last week we had come back from a nearly month long mission and since we came back, there hasn’t been much to do except drink and do stupid shit around base, and even then that can become boring after so many times of doing it. Simon mostly keeps to himself during the day and does his own thing. No one sees him until it’s dinner time.
“No, just boring as shiet.” Simon mumbled.
“I feel that.” I agreed.
Even though he wasn’t looking at me, just sitting there on my bed, looking down on the floor, made my heart race. Why was he even here? I didn’t understand it. I found myself staring at his hands. I don’t think I have ever seen him without his iconic gloves on. His hands looked so soft and smooth. You can tell by someone how they take care of their hygiene and his nails were neatly trimmed and cleaned which is very Simon. I could see that for sure.
“Zara.”
Simon’s deep voice brought me back to reality and I realized he caught me staring.
“Yes, L.T?” I say, trying to act like I wasn’t, in fact, staring.
His eyes pierced into mine, intimidating me strongly.
“Is that a book you’re reading?” Simon asked, eyeing the open book that was on my desk.
“Yeah, I am just rereading it, already read it once before.” I comment, closing the book and admiring it.
“What’s the poin’ in that?” He asked.
“Well when you enjoy something so much, you want to revisit it again because of the joy it brings you. And if something really brings you joy, then you revisit it multiple times, basically.” I explained.
“Interesting.” He mumbles, averting his eyes from me.
Alright, awkward silence, thank you Simon. Really appreciate it. I reached into my desk drawer and peeked into my hidden stash of assorted chocolates and candies. It’s hidden because if Gaz or Soap found it, it’d be dryer than the Sahara desert. I wasn’t even sure if Simon likes this sort of thing. I could see mints being his favorite candy. Oh well, one way to find out. I pulled out a Lindor Milk Chocolate bar and shut the drawer.
“Want some?” I offer, showing him what it was in clear view.
“Sure.” Simon mumbled.
I opened the candy bar halfway and reached out to hand it to Simon, giving him first dibs.
“No, I just want one piece.” He grumbled.
You’re really gonna make this hard for me aren’t ya? I broke off the first piece and stretched my arm out to Simon. He didn’t move at first, and instead just stared at it. It’s just chocolate dude, not a bomb. Suddenly Simon pulled his mask up enough just for his mouth to be exposed, leaned forward, without moving his butt off my bed, grabbed the chocolate with his teeth and took the piece out of my finger. He chewed the piece of chocolate slowly and eventually swallowed it, looking satisfied from the mini dessert.
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What just happened? That was weird. I didn’t expect him to do that. But for the record, I have never seen him without his mask off, let alone what his lower half looked like. His skin was light, with little blonde stubble on his chin, with his clean light pink lips. He is not helping my situation right now.
“That was good, actually. Could I have another?” Simon asked, not hiding that light smirk that was on his lips.
“Oh! Yeah, sure.” I answer, snapping out of my delusion.
There is no way, you’re being delusional Zara. Here you are calling yourself by the nickname that the Task Force gave you instead of your real name. You have really gone off the deep end. I broke off another piece, held it in my fingers, and stretched my arm out to Simon. This time he did it almost instantly. He reached for it, with his tongue agape from his mouth, and I felt his tongue make contact with my fingers, sending instant chills down my spine and into my core. Simon kept his teeth on the chocolate and locked eyes with me. His deep, dark blue eyes staring into my soul as he slowly gripped the chocolate with his teeth and pulled it away from my fingers, consuming it. The cold air in my room confirmed that he did indeed lick my fingers. What is this man doing?
“Your face is bloody red.” Simon said.
“Shut up.”
“That’s no way to talk to your Lieutenant.” Simon remarked, with a deep tone.
His voice change went straight to my core. It was tingly and it made me shiver.
“Simon what are you-”
*SMOOCH*
Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, why, why, why, why, why-
Simon’s lips were soft against my dried up ones, keeping our lips connected as he held my cheek with his hand. His bottom lip tugged with my lip a little causing me to gasp, and he deepened the kiss. His soft fingers went into my hair, tugging slightly, but not too hard. I instinctively held his face as he continued to kiss me. My entire body was hot and heavy, until he let go of the kiss, but kept his hands on me.
“Hm.” Simon chuckled, “your nickname is true to its word.”
I was confused, what was he implying? Simon then leaned in, placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away from me.
“Thanks for the chat.” Simon thanked me as he headed towards my door.
“You’re welcome, anytime. You’re welcome to do that, anytime. ” I emphasized the last part.
“I’ll be back tomorrow ‘hen.” Simon said, “Goodnight, Zara.”
“Goodnight L.T.”
Simon then left my room, shutting the door behind me. I was still holding the Lindor chocolate bar that started this whole mess.
“It’s your damn fault I got left hanging.” I grumbled at the bar, putting it on my desk and slamming myself onto my bed.
Simon, you’re such an ass. But my God you’re a handsome ass.
END