People were used to Ghost disappearing, but they weren't used to him being late. Technically he wasn't late to the briefing yet, but usually he was early, so the fact that he hadn't shown up yet was strange. It was getting closer to the start time, but no one had seen hide nor hair of him in a while.
Johnny took it upon himself to go look for him, nosy curious as to what could possibly be keeping him. Unbeknownst to him, he'd walked right past him, hiding away in a supply closet. With you.
You, the sweet new secretary on base. No one could've possibly guessed it. No one knew you were dating. Simon was so nonchalant about it that most people would probably assume he hadn't even learned your name yet. No one would've expected him to fall for you, especially not so quickly. He himself expected it least of all.
But here he was, just 6 months after meeting you, leaned against a shelf of cleaning supplies with his mask pulled off and his hands on your waist, seriously considering blowing off a mission briefing while you kissed him over and over.
It wasn't sexual (this time), your kisses were slow, and gentle. Sensual. Bordering on heated, but still soft and restrained enough to be sweet. So sweet it made Simon's head spin. You'd shown up that morning wearing a new lip gloss, and after watching it shimmer while you answered the phone at your desk Simon just couldn't take it. As soon as you both had a free moment he ushered you into the closet, and that's where you've been ever since, leaving glossy prints mottled across his face.
You pulled back for just a second to look at him, and giggled airily.
“I've marked you up quite a bit.”
His lips quirked up into only the barest hint of a smile, but the warmth in his eyes was unmistakable, even in the low light. He gave a satisfied hum, his voice low.
“Good,” was all he said before he gently pulled you back forward, signaling that he wanted more. You giggled again as you pressed your lips to his cheek, then the tip of his nose, then his eyelid.
“It doesn't bother you?” You murmured, “What if someone sees them?” You knew it was a silly question, you just wanted to get him talking.
“I've got a mask, lovie.”
His forehead. His other cheek. His chin.
“But what if it smudges, gets on your shirt collar or something?”
His jawline, just under his ear.
“Don't care.”
His jugular. His adam’s apple.
“You sure? You're not ashamed if people find out about me?”
He pulled back to look you in your eyes.
“No. Never. You know that's not why I haven't told anyone, right?”
“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
You really did know. Despite his job and his life being so steeped in secrets and lies, you never doubted that he was honest when it came to how he felt with you. You just liked to tease him a little.
His lips.
This time he leaned forward to kiss you, his lips meeting yours. All the warmth and sweetness you'd been building up in him, returned to you all at once. He poured it into you deep. Again. And again. And again. His arms wrapped fully around you, drawing you in closer. Heat welled up inside you. Not burning, just simmering and sugary, like fresh caramel.
You pulled back for a breath, lightheaded and giddy.
Suddenly Soap's voice from somewhere down the hall shook some of the candy floss from your brain for a moment of clarity.
“You should go soon. You'll be late for the briefing.” You tried to mean it, but the words held no weight.
Your lips.
“M'not late yet,”
Your lips.
“Besides,”
Your lips.
“I've never been late before,”
Your lips.
“I think I can afford just the once.”
You try to laugh, but it comes out more like a contented sigh.
“Is this really gonna be just the once?”
Simon paused for a beat, seeming to consider, before he shrugged and kissed your cheek.
“Probably not. But I can afford to not be the perfect soldier all the time if it means getting to spend even a second more with you."
You couldn't help the wide, lovestruck smile that crept across your face as he kissed your temple. And then your cheek again. And then your other cheek. And then your neck.
Eventually, he had to put the mask back on, and the two of you slunk out of your little hideaway to where you were supposed to be. But not before you peppered just a few more kisses across his face for good measure.
Ghost wasn't late to the briefing, but he had cut it close. Close enough to earn several questioning and disapproving glances. Soap in particular stared as he settled into the seat next to his. A few minutes in, Soap nudged his arm and leaned toward him to whisper “L.t… are you wearin’ glitter over your eye black?”
Ghost blinked, processing the question before simply replying “And what of it, Johnny?”
Soap leaned away, but continued to stare. He would definitely have more questions later, as would Price and Gaz most likely. But Simon couldn't bring himself to care. He was too busy half listening to Price, while he reminisced over your promise to reapply your lip gloss and pick up where you left off later, and the feeling of your lips on his skin.
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Ayato flipped the paper he was reading over, letting out a bored sigh. He wanted to be anywhere else except at his office dealing with a day’s worth of busy work. His eyes flickered to the door upon hearing a knock, “Come in,” he stated, pushing aside the remaining papers he still had to read. While he was expecting his lunch to be delivered, he wasn’t expecting you to be the one delivering it. As you shut the sliding door behind you, his bored expression disappeared to be replaced with an adoring smile.
“Lunchtime!” you chimed, walking over to him with his boxed lunch. You didn’t have any time to set his lunch down as he pulled you into an embrace, his lips pressing against yours in a welcoming kiss that didn’t last long enough. His hands caressed your back before sliding down to your hips, wanting to pull you into his lap right then and there; however, he paused his movements when you waved a finger in his face, “Hey now, I’m here to bring you lunch, not distract you from your work again!” you humorously snapped at him before placing down the quilted box on his desk. “I know you’ll eat whatever is put in front of you, but I still made sure to include your favorites like—"
He cut off your explanation with a sly comment, “My favorites include eating you out.”
“Oh?” you asked giddily, but even though his request made your heart race to the point you wanted to hop into his lap you held yourself back, knowing his paperwork had built up to this point because he’d rather spend his time doing you than doing it. “But your work for the day isn’t finished yet and…” Your voice trailed off, unable to produce much more of an argument than that. Your mind was in the mood for justifications more than arguments, anyways.
And Ayato knew just from the tone in your voice and blush on your face. You felt one of his fingers swirl around the backside of your hand, the cloth of his glove tickling your skin slightly. “Now, now, I’m a quick eater. Unless, of course, you packed dessert,” he said before taking hold of your hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
You couldn’t take it any longer, the responsible façade leaving promptly—per usual when you two were together—and you responded in a hushed tone, “Well, while I didn’t pack dessert… I can be a decent substitute for the real thing…”
“Only decent? Don’t sell yourself short, darling, you’re sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever had.” His compliment made your brain foggy and you barely registered when he pulled you in front of him, his desk now directly behind you. “Here, just mind the papers.” he asked as you propped yourself up onto his desk with his help, “I’d rather not have to restack them, but if you mess them up, I’ll just have to punish you later for it.” His words had an air of playfulness to them, but the mere thought of Ayato punishing you made you squeeze your thighs together, a familiar warmth spreading in your lower abdomen.
“I didn’t lock the door, so we have to stay quiet,” you warned as he helped you undress, his hands tracing across your bare thighs and making you shiver.
He graced your worries with a careless chuckle, “Must we? Because seeing the retainers’ faces after hearing you scream my name would be quite a joy.”
Before you could even formulate a retort to his snide comment, he parted your legs and pressed his lips to your pussy, sliding his tongue up your folds in a teasing motion. He relished in the surprised and unstifled gasp he earned from his actions. Your legs instinctively rested on his shoulders as his tongue circled around your clit slowly, purposely making your body tense every time he got close to licking the needy bud. You let out a frustrated little sigh and his head bobbed from a soft snicker, his hot breath against your bare skin only making you squirm more along with the anticipation he was creating. Finally, he flicked his tongue over your clit, appreciating the stifled moan you gave him in return. Your fingers entangled themselves in his light blue locks as he pressed his face further into you so that he could now suck your clit intensely, enjoying how wet you were becoming from his mouth alone.
You pulled his hair slightly when the warmth from your clit vanished, a whine escaping your parted lips. You could feel him grin against you as he pressed his tongue back to your folds, pushing past them to lap at your entrance before diving his tongue inside of you as far as it’ll go. “Mmm ayato...” your head fell back as you moaned his name softly which was fuel to his movements, his lapping and thrusting becoming quicker from your sounds. You squeezed your legs around his head, shifting your hips to help guide his mouth where you wanted it. While your pants and hushed groans were quite an encouragement to his ears to keep on fucking you with his tongue, he wasn’t ready for you to cum just yet, not when dessert was right around the corner. Indeed, he wanted more of you.
He pulled away from in-between your legs, even though your needy little whimper caused him some hesitation. “We won’t be apart for long,” he said, causing you to lift your head to look at him. You noticed how your juices had completely coated his lips, a little embarrassed how quickly he had made you sopping wet; however, your embarrassment vanished when he hungrily grabbed your hips and pulled you in for a heated kiss. The mix of your own juices and his taste was intoxicating to the point where you craved more, pressing your tongue against his lips until he let you in. While your tongues continued to lap at the sweetness of one another, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you off his desk and onto his lap in one quick and smooth motion. The movement broke the kiss, but he made up for it by nibbling on your jawline before licking down your neck, stopping to suck near the base of your neck as he fiddled with his pants. While you were occupied with the mark he was leaving on your neck, you suddenly gasped, focusing sharply upon feeling the tip of his cock slide against your pussy. As he finished leaving a light pink mark on your neck, he started repositioning the tip of his cock to be directly underneath your entrance. His other hand kept you busy by fondling your ass, then sliding to your thighs, and then moving upward, feeling you up while you collapsed underneath his touch. You felt the tip of him again, this time prodding directly into your entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside you. He held onto the base of his cock with one hand, looking at you with soft eyes while asking, “Ready?”
“Yes,” you muttered, biting your lip before quickly adding, “but I’m worried I might not be able to stay quiet…”
He nodded in understanding before bringing a hand to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward so that your torso was entirely leaning against him, “Here,” he instinctively moved his head to the side for you, “If you cannot contain your sounds, then please press your mouth against the nape of my neck. And if you’re going to be very loud, feel free to bite down.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you—”
He stroked the back of your head lovingly, kissing the top of your ear before whispering, “I will be fine, my dear. When you are with me, you need not ever worry.” His words made you weak in the knees, but the feeling of his leaking cock starting to push inside you made your whole body stiffen and your eyes widen. Without another moment’s hesitation, you buried your face in his neck as he spread your wet entrance. “You’re so tight, try to relax for me,” he said, his voice not even shaking while all you could do was whisper cuss words and his name repeatedly against his neck. He helped guide you down onto him while he pressed his hips upward into you, stretching your walls around his size before coming to rest fully within you. The side of his neck that muffled your noises was now wet from your warm breath and you braced for the first thrust, never fully able to ready yourself enough for his size to begin moving within you. He didn’t give you long to wait and nearly pulled entirely out of you before bucking back inside. Unable to take it quietly, you quickly sank your teeth into his flesh before a sharp cry echoed throughout the silent office. You heard a very soft and low growl come from Ayato as he felt your teeth sink in, but it barely affected his movements at all. His thrusts were tantalizingly slow at the start, but he made sure to push as deep as he could each time, causing you to tremble against him. His speed picked up once you started to loosen up, the tenseness that was once there leaving in favor of your body practically melting into his.
Hesitantly, you let go of his neck, leaving behind teeth marks as you moved back to see his face. “Hm? Feeling quite confident that we’re not going to be too loud, are we?” he teased, raising his eyebrows at your bold decision while restrained smutty noises came out of you with every thrust, but they weren’t loud enough to be heard outside the office—at least, you hoped they weren’t. His tone was still somehow as smooth as before even while he continued to fuck you hard; however, there was a slight breathlessness to it now. The corners of his mouth twitched into a small grin but stayed parted just enough so that you could hear his own heavy breathing mixing with your own. You looked into his eyes, clouded by lust, and couldn’t help but begin moving your body along with him, pressing your hips down in time with his thrusts. The feeling of his cock beginning to throb within you was good but hearing otherwise quiet Ayato finally let out a grunt was oh so nice to the point you wanted to hear it again.
It took you multiple attempts to talk, for every time you opened your mouth Ayato would buck particularly hard into you, enjoying how he could make you stutter, “I—nnng—wa—aaahh—nted to see your... fffuuuck—f-face, I mean.” You wondered if he could even understand your words between the bitten-back moans and stammering, but when you finished speaking, he let out a beautifully soft moan in response that only made you wetter.
His hand went between your legs, swirling your clit underneath a gloved finger while his other hand went to the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss before sighing against your lips fondly, “See? You really are the sweetest.” he, however, knew what you were trying to do and as punishment—or as a reward—he rammed up particularly hard into you unexpectedly at the same time you pressed your hips down to meet him. You choked on your own breath upon feeling how deep his cock went, your vision blurring for a moment afterward as he watched you struggle to keep your voice down.
Afterward, he kept a consistent and perfect rhythm while your movements were starting to get sloppier the more undone you became. Your nails dug into his shoulders as each thrust, each touch of your clit, and every noise from him now threatened to push you over the edge. You began to feel hotter by the second until your breath hitched and, unable to hold it in any longer and no time to push your face to his neck again, you screamed his name—but to your surprise his hand covered your mouth in anticipation, muffling your scream and the blissful moan that came afterward. “Remember, you said we had to stay quiet…” his breathless words sounded quite fuzzy and distant to you as your pussy spasmed around his cock, but you breathed a soft sigh of relief from him saving you from the embarrassment of having everyone in the Kamisato Estate hear you cum.
Hearing his muffled name be screamed against his hand almost caused him to peak, but he wasn’t quite there yet. Now cradling you in his arms, his thrusts became faster. His movements lost any sense of rhythm after seeing you cum and feeling you twitch around his cock. His panting and tensed-up body now contrasted your steadied breathing and relaxed body as you began coming down from your own high. Now, you were just trying to bring about his, grinding your hips against his cock, wanting to bring about the same blissfulness he caused you. Suddenly, he curled into you, purposely muffling his own final moan against your shoulder as he finished deep inside you, coating your already wet walls with his own orgasm.
With Ayato still in his own euphoric state and his cock softening, you lifted yourself up just enough so that he could pull himself out. A combination of both your releases dripped down your inner thighs, but you’d worry about cleaning up later. He pulled his pants up just before you sat back down in his lap, leaning into him, missing his warmth against your body. He caressed your face, peppering kisses where his fingers touched, a grin appearing on his face as he told you, “We still have a few minutes before lunch is over.”
“Then you should spend them actually eating,” you muttered, keeping your voice down as much as possible.
He chuckled in response, “I’d rather just spend them holding you in my arms.”
Mall Santa! Simon Riley is… not happy about this job. He's not a fan of Christmas in the first place, lots of bad memories. Not a fan of shopping malls either. The only reason he was here was because of a drunken bet with Soap. He barely even remembers what the bet was, but he knows that he lost, and he is, unfortunately, a man of his word.
Despite his distaste for pretty much everything about the situation, he tries his best. The kids still deserve a nice memory, so he puts on a smile and as cheery a voice as he can manage, and hopes that it doesn't sound as fake as it is. It goes well enough. Only a couple of the kids cry. No one pees their pants on his lap. A handful of the more curious and outspoken kids ask about the scars peeking out from under his fake beard, and he makes up stories about taming wild reindeer, or fighting the Grinch.
Near the end of the night the kids are all gone, but his shift isn't over. The helper elves clocked out early, as soon as the line of visitors ended. He feels sillier than ever, sitting in a Santa costume surrounded by fake snow and giant cardboard candy canes in a nearly empty mall just because he drank a little more than he should've and couldn't back down from a dare. Lost bet be damned, he fulfilled his end of things, he thinks. So what if the stipulation was technically that he had to do a full Santa shift. The kids are gone. The mall is practically closed. But just as he was moving to leave, you show up.
“Excuse me, are you closing?”
You are… Not a child. Don't have one with you either. But you are gorgeous. So gorgeous that it stuns him for a brief moment, before he answers “No. Not closed yet, love.”
“Oh, good. I know this might be a little weird, but could I get a picture with you? Me and my friends have this tradition of taking pictures with Santa at this mall every year. They couldn't make it out this year, but I didn't want to break our streak.”
Normally Simon would think that was entirely immature, but from you?
“Not weird at all. It'd be a shame to break tradition.”
You beam at him, and he completely forgets that this was supposed to be a penalty. You set up your phone in a little tripod and pose next to him. You take a few shots to make sure you get a good one, change up your pose a little every time. After the fourth time Simon “jokes” that you could take one sitting on his lap. He thinks you'll say no, but instead you smile at him again and he thinks he might be having some weird, beautiful dream when you say “That'd be great! I was thinking about it, but I was too shy to ask.”
You set the camera timer, seat yourself nicely on his lap, and wrap your arms over his shoulders. This may have been a bad idea, Simon thinks. He has to hold his breath to not risk getting too excited by your scent. Doesn't do a thing to help with the way your warmth seeps through his costume, or how right your weight feels pressed against him.
You don't look at the camera this time, you stay smiling at him, and he has to face forward to keep from getting lost in your eyes. The shutter clicks a few times and you slip off of his lap all too soon to retrieve your phone.
Simon expects you to leave right away, but instead you trot back to him and open up your gallery, showing him the photos you just took, and even some from past years. Unfortunately you don't linger any more after that, but on your way out you do turn back to him with one more show stopping smile.
“Maybe I'll see you again next year!”
You absolutely will. This job wasn't so bad after all.
I love brown eyed Ghost more than anything and genuinely get a bit annoyed whenever he's described with blue eyes lol, but I can begrudgingly accept that he did originally have blue eyes, and I have a headcanon that helps me reconcile the two.
Vitiligo. Vitiligo can manifest as a loss of pigment in the eyes, and doesn't always spread. It can also be triggered by trauma, which lord knows he's experienced more than enough of.
So in my mind Ghost's eyes are mostly brown, but if you got a look up close there'd be flecks of blue and/or a ring around the irises.
He paused then, tilting his head slightly, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, eyes half lidded as they glanced across your features.
“You tell me to stop, and I will,” he continued, your brows knitted together slightly in confusion, but you didn't pull away, “but let me show you what you really deserve. Let me make you feel better. Please.”
You froze, eyes locked with his, suddenly aware that the hand that had been holding yours had at some point began slowly caressing up and down your thigh.
You should tell him to stop. You knew you should tell him to stop, and to leave right then and there. But, the words caught in your throat. Instead your eyes fluttered shut as your pulse quickened, and Simon closed the distance, his lips connecting with yours.
The kiss started off sweet. Tentative, but warm. But that warmth quickly burned hotter, became something else. You grabbed Simon by his shirt pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his lap, where you straddled him, your body pressed into his, arms wrapping around over his shoulders, your fingers threading into his hair.
You pulled away just enough to gasp for a breath, and Simon took the opportunity to slide his tongue between your parted lips. You let out a small sound, something between a moan and a whimper, as you leaned further into him. As Simon began to slowly recline to lie back on your bed, his hands began to wander. Across your thighs, your ass, your waist, your breasts. Caressing, squeezing with a careful, measured gentleness that you could feel the restraint behind, like he was holding himself back, trying not to push too far too fast.
Oh, but he wanted to push. And as much as you appreciated his consideration, you were quickly losing your restraint. You didn't want him to hold back. You wanted all of him, and for him to want all of you.
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I haven't posted anything in a good long while, so I've decided to put out a wip that I'm probably never actually gonna finish, because I left it alone for so long that I forgot the ending. 👍
Smut, 18+, mdni
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You were a mess. Panting, sweating, shaking. You'd lost track of how many times he'd made you cum. He'd pulled out and sat back to admire the view before cleaning you up, but now he was completely entranced, staring at your body.
Your sex, still glistening with slick. He'd sworn that he was done for the night, but the sight of you made his cock twitch. He was down on his knees, between your spread legs. You could feel his breath on you, making you shudder. The anticipation was almost enough to make you cry.
“This puffy, drooly little cunt is just begging to be fucked, yeah?” He said in a hoarse whisper. It'd been mostly to himself, but you nodded along anyway, mewling out a quiet little “please”.
He loved this. Loved how pathetic he could make you. The way you whined and begged for him. The way you squirmed underneath him. The way you grasped at him, like he was the the only thing keeping you tethered to the world, because he was. He was the only thing your cock-addled mind could process, because he'd fucked everything else out.
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This is my first time posting smut, so please be kind. I hope you all enjoyed it.
I honestly don't even remember who I was originally writing this for, so I'm just gonna tag it with some guys I like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Soap and Gaz both like mean girls, but in different ways.
Soap likes girls that are mean to him specifically. Name calling, dirty looks, giving him the silent treatment. He just absolutely loves a girl who hates him. And if every once in a while you treat him to a softer, more affectionate side? He's done for. He'll follow you like a dog for the rest of your life.
Gaz on the other hand likes girls that are just kinda bratty in general. Outright bitchy, even. Rude, self centered, and catty. Show him a pretty girl with a bad attitude, and he'll flip. To be blunt, he wants to fix you. He's sure there's a good girl underneath all that bad behavior. You just need some strong but gentle correction to bring her out, and he's more than happy to provide it.
(Gender neutral reader, reader does not have gendered pronouns, but does mention having a period)
Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Mentions of hospitalization and surgery, mentions of strained familial relationships, mentions of periods
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You woke slightly startled by the sound of the front door to your apartment opening. Quickly checking your phone you noted the time; 4:37 pm. Simon was finally home from another deployment. You moved to meet him in the living room, but before you could even make it out of bed he was already standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at you with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
You stared back for a couple moments before offering a weak smile and a quiet welcome home. He let out a sigh like he'd been holding his breath and said “There you are, love. I'd been trying to get ahold of you on my way over here, but you didn't answer. Had me worried.”
You checked your phone again and this time noticed that he had called and texted you, several times in the last hour. You turned back to him, “I'm so sorry, I was… taking a nap.”
Simon continued watching you from the doorway, staring like he was analyzing you. You had the blinds closed and curtains drawn shut, leaving your room dim despite the sun still shining bright outside. Simon turned on the ceiling light to get a better look at you, and you flinched. He sighed again as he took you in, this time less relieved. Your hair was a mess, you had dark circles around your eyes, your lips were chapped, and you'd been asleep in your day clothes. He moved toward you and sat at the edge of your bed.
“Lovie, what happened,” he asked, placing the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature, “are you sick?”
“No, no! I'm fine! I'm just… Tired.” you said, adding under your breath, “haven't been sleeping well.” You were avoiding looking him in the eye. Simon gently grabbed your hand with one of his, and turned your face toward his with the other.
“Tell me what happened.”
It was firm, but not a demand. Suddenly you felt tears prickling at the corners of you eyes. You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder, and his arms wrapped around you, instinctively, protectively, as you started to fall apart.
“My dad… He's in the hospital! While you were gone he was diagnosed with cancer. He got rushed into surgery to remove the tumor. In a few weeks he starts chemotherapy. My mom and grandmother have been at each other's throats, arguing about what's best for him, who should take care of him during his recovery. Grandma's even been picking fights with the hospital staff! Even before all that, I got laid off! Something's gone wrong with my insurance, and I haven't had the time to sort it out, so I'm off my meds because now I can't afford them! My period started a week early last month, and I bled through my clothes, and this month it's a week late! I really haven't been sleeping well, my stomach is in knots, so I can hardly eat! And I missed you! I missed you so, so much!”
Simon just sat there with you, rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while you let it all out. Once you had, he kissed your forehead and said a soft “I missed you too.”
Then he pulled away slightly to look you in the eye, concern evident on his face, but layered with what seemed like a little hurt. “Sweetheart,” he said more firmly again, “why didn't you tell me any of this was going on sooner? I know we didn't have a lot of chances to talk, but everytime I called you said everything was fine. Why'd you lie to me?”
You looked away, shame creeping its way into your chest while you found the words to answer him.
“I just… I didn't want you to worry. Your job is so dangerous, I didn't want you to be distracted by my problems while you were out there fighting.”
“Your problems? Love, no matter where I am, or what I'm doing, your problems are my problems. I'm your partner, and I'm here for you, even when I'm not with you.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smirk before he said, “And I'm no amateur. I'm more than good enough to do my job and care about you at the same time.”
You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up out of you at his cocky attitude, and he smiled seeing the shell you'd crawled into start to crack a little.
You sighed as you gazed up at him. “I'm sorry, for not being honest with you,” you said. He pulled you into his chest again and kissed your temple.
“It's alright, I know. And I'm sorry you've had to deal with so much by yourself.”
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, finally able to enjoy each other's company again after being separated for so long, until Simon began to lift you off of his lap and make his way toward the door again.
“Where're you going?”
“Getting my phone, gonna order that dumpling soup you like. While we're waiting for it we're gonna take a bath, and you're gonna tell me everything else I missed out on while I was away. Good, bad. Everything. Get out that scented bubble mixture.”
And with that, he disappeared into the living room, leaving you with a smile on your face as you made your way to the bathroom to run the bath and find the bubble soap.
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I've been going through... a lot lately, so I wrote this to cope. Cheers.
