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Are you sure her parents are republicans? I don’t think they are personally they havent like spoken out or anything right? Lolll I keep up with her and I certainly would’ve seen if they liked trump
At least we aren’t fans of her parents however i am sorry bestie voting records are #public in iowa😹
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It's the morning after that cozy little moment you shared with the Lieutenant. You happily indulge him in domesticity, but it seems he has other plans.
A/N: OMG I'm back !! I'm so sorry this part took so long, I'm getting buried by papers to grade ;w; Once I'm done for the summer, I can write more stuff >:3
Masterlist here! (discontinued as of 2025, i was literally gone for more than a year oof)
"Sprout?" Ghost asks, his morning voice even more gravelly than his usual register. You blink the squint at the light streaming in from your windows. You feel something move under you, and you mumble incoherently, trying to fend the sleep off.
"It's morning." The surface below you rumbles, and it finally dawns on you. You're lying on top of Ghost, your head on his chest. You both must've fallen asleep on the couch.
"Ghost?" You ask, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
"I'm here. You fell asleep on me, and I didn't dare disturb you. You were out like a light, you didn't even finish your cocoa." He replies, placing a hand on the small of your back to support you while he sits up with a soft grunt. You both sit up, with you cradled between his legs.
Your eyes dart to the coffee table, seeing a mug half empty with your drink from last night.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" You start, face heating up in embarrassment and the realization of what happened last night.
"It's alright, I don't mind." He says reassuringly. You slowly look up at him, and he smiles warmly. His brown eyes crinkle, blonde hair slightly sticking out.
Oh my god, he looks so adorable. He kinda looks like a ruffled dog, aww.
"You were wonderfully warm against me. Like a weighted heated blanket." He adds, with a soft chuckle. You smile back, and quickly get up from the couch. You start cleaning up the remnants of your snack from last night.
As you gather the snack wrappers, Ghost stands up and stretches. You steal a glance over at him, and see that the hem of his shirt has lifted a bit, showing a good chunk of his toned torso with an assortment of scars. He takes the bottle and mug, then puts them on the tray. You finish cleaning up the coffee table and walk to the kitchen to dispose the trash. He follows suit and places the mug and tray in the sink.
"Thanks for turning the TV off last night. I could've racked a higher electricity bill this month if you didn't." You say to him as he pads over to you. He leans his back against the kitchen counter, yawns and nods.
"At least I know how to turn it off." He grumbles, eyes narrowing about his difficulty with your smart TV last night. He shoots you a curious look, and he walks over to the counter. He gets some bread slices, placing them on a plate.
"I'll make breakfast. You okay with toast? That's probably the only thing I know how to make." Ghost offers, mumbling the last sentence, but you still hear it. You chuckle, getting a pot from the cabinet then washing it with your used mug. He stands behind you, and you could feel his looming height on your back. You set your mug on the rack, and wipe the pot down.
"Tell you what, we can also make some soup. Then we add mushrooms, tomatoes and some green peppers on it." You say, rinsing a few of the mentioned veggies from the colander on the sink.
"Wouldn't that take long?" He asks with a small voice. You turn back, look up at his face, and see that his brow is gently furrowed.
He looks so innocent, poor guy didn't have the time to practice cooking a lot of dishes.
"No, just a soup base with some added nutrition. You tried this before?" You ask, with him shaking his head slightly. You smile, eager to teach your Lieutenant a thing or two in upgrading instant food. He looks over your shoulder as you show him how to dice the mushrooms, and he volunteers to cut the other veggies. You move to the side to toast the bread he left on the counter, when you hear him hiss and curse under his breath.
"Bloody hell." He exhales, having cut his finger. He instinctively sucks on it, spitting the blood out in the sink. You get a bandage from your first aid kit, and rush over to him. He washes the cut first, and dries it off. You apply the plaster on him, and can't help but chuckle in your head.
The Lieutenant. Silent, efficient killer on the battlefield. Hardened soldier. But he struggles with domesticity and some technology. That's quite surprising and not at the same time.
"I'm not good at these things." Ghost says in a small voice, thanking you after for the bandage. You shush him, and pat his large hand.
"Understandable, don't worry." You reassure him. You let him sit down at the table, and you finish chopping the veggies. You drop them into the pot, add the soup base and water, then move to the stove. He stands and shadows you once more, then gently nudges you to move aside. Realizing he wants to help, you hand him the spatula and he stirs the soup with your guidance. You feel your chest grow warm, directing the lieutenant as he keeps a watchful eye on the pot. Soon after, the soup is done, and he divides it evenly onto two bowls.
"This is quite proper, actually." He mumbles, mouth full of food. You reply with a "mhm", blowing on your spoon then taking a careful sip of the hot soup. He quietly stares at you while you eat, his eyes trained on your lips.
"Told you it'll be better with a few additions." You say, satisfied. You both finish your meal in relative silence, just the clink of your utensils ringing out in the dining area.
"I'll clean up." Ghost offers, taking your empty bowl. You take it back from him, tutting.
"No, you have a cut. Best to let it dry out and heal." You say, walking over to the sink with your dishes.
"You can repay me next time." You add, feeling a bit playful. Behind you, he nods, clenching his jaw.
From the corner of your eye, you see his large form move like a dark plume of smoke. Next thing you know, his hand is on your shoulder, the other gently planting itself on your waist. Your body frozen, you feel his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
"How about I repay you now?"
What-
You turn your body, looking up at him with a confused expression. You try to read his face, while also trying to control your train of thought going at a thousand kilometers per second. His gaze intense on you, arms on either side of you, hands now resting on the edge of the counter. You feel incredibly dwarfed, and all you could do is get lost in his eyes.
"Ghost-"
"I can't take it anymore."
"What?"
"I... Fuck, I need to kiss you."
!!!!!!!!
Your eyes widen like the bowls in the sink, and he closes in slowly, stopping mere centimeters away from your face.
"Is that okay?" He asks, his voice low but gentle. He bats his blonde eyelashes, clearly hoping you'll consent.
You can hear your heartbeat in your head, pulsing at your temples. You will yourself to quiet your mind down, and focus on your reply. You gulp nervously, lips parting.
"Yes, please."
Ghost smiles slightly before closing in the distance, eyelids closing as his lips meet yours. The stiffness in your shoulders disappears, and you eagerly welcome the kiss. Besides, you've been dreaming of this for a while now.
Your hands travel to his face, one hand on his stubbly cheek and the other pulling the back of his neck closer. He flinches slightly at your touch, but his kisses become more needy. He starts to growl into the kiss, and you reply with breathy whimpers into his mouth.
"I've been wanting to do this for quite some time now." He says in between kisses.
"Me too, Ghost." You whimper, fingers in his blonde hair.
"No, no. Call me Simon." He growls, nibbling on your bottom lip.
"S-Simon." You start, hesitant, as it's the first time he's allowed you to call him by his name. It flicks a switch in him though, and in one swift motion, he picks you up and puts you on the counter. This way, your height difference doesn't make things hard.
"Oh, fuck. That's it, love." He growls, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you even closer. The other one cups your jaw, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. His body presses onto you, warm and comforting. After a while, he pulls away, softly panting. He smiles at you, eyes scanning your flushed face. His lips have turned rosy from the kissing, and he chuckles lowly.
Half-lidded and a bit kissdrunk, you watch him move his face close as he whispers to you.
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