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The wind howled through me and pierced through my combat gear as I sprinted across frozen ground. The mission had gone disastrously wrong, the intel bad, everything else worse. I panted and threw a glance over my shoulder to make sure no one was following, the adrenaline pounding through me. Price had just barked an order to scatter, so now I had to find a damned safehouse in the area.
I slowed my running, snowflakes sticking to my hair as I tried to radio anyone in.
“This is Duchess to Bravo, is there anyone out there? I repeat, is there–“
A hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me abruptly. Fuck. In the split second I had decided to gut them, their rough voice cut through the silent air.
“Stand down, soldier.” Ghost.
Thank God. I drew in a shaking breath as I stared at him. He stood same as always, tall and covered in shadows, intense eyes as piercing as normal. I shifted as he ran those eyes over me, looking for any harm done.
“No injuries, sir. Any confirmed deaths?”
He finally dragged his eyes back up to mine. “Negative. Radio’s fucked.”
I nodded, shoulders slumping. A good and bad thing, to not have heard anything from our squad. “What’s the next course of action then, sir?”
He took a step back and tilted his head towards the looming trees. He was so dark and quiet against the snow, like an executioner sent from above. Beautiful, really.
“There’s a safehouse 5 clicks north. Lead the way, I’ll cover behind.”
I snapped out of my trance and murmured a quick yessir, cursing every god in my head as I headed into the darkness of the forest. Ghost was a comforting presence, at least. I imagined any monsters in these woods would be more scared of him than me of them.
We walked in total silence, trudging along the snowy ground. The snow was getting heavier, whistling through my ears and almost causing me to miss Ghost’s soft huff of discomfort.
I spun quickly, narrowing my eyes at him. He halted, glaring at me.
“Keep walking, Duchess.”
I crossed my arms resolutely. “Why’d you make that noise?”
“A man can’t breathe now?” He snapped, and then jerked his head forward. “Steady on.”
I arched a disbelieving brow at him and slowly backed away before continuing towards the now visible house. I didn’t want to upset him, but he never made noise if he could avoid it. I’d get it out of him when we were inside.
The safehouse was tiny, nothing more than an abandoned cabin. One room, one fireplace, one bed. I trudged inside, sighing at the relief from the growing blizzard.
Ghost stomped in behind me, slamming the door and immediately bee-lining for the fireplace. I shrugged off my rifle, reaching down to untie my boots as he coaxed a flame to life.
I watched him carefully as he stood up from crouching in front of the fire. He was listing slightly to the side.
Curious. I cleared my throat.
“I– I have to check you for injuries. As the assigned medic.”
He scowled. “I’m fine.” Yeah, right.
I let out a disbelieving hum, staring him down. He just glared back. But his eyes were lacking some of the clarity from earlier, dull and half-lidded. I finally jumped to my feet and snapped at him. “Lieutenant, you’re fucking injured. Just tell me where, please.”
He drew in a short breath and his eyes flicked away from me before he muttered, “Stray bullet. My shoulder.”
My jaw dropped. “What? You idiot, you could’ve bled out in the snow– I would’ve had to drag your body back–“
“– I’m fine, soldier.” He interrupted, slumping into the only chair in the cabin with all the grace of a water buffalo.
“Yeah, and I’m fucking Einstein. Show me how bad it is.”
His eyes had drifted shut, and he blinked open one blearily, “Show me how bad it is, sir.”
I growled and stomped over to him, urging him to lean forward so I could get his gear off. I ignored the flash of heat as his bare torso came into view, littered in scars and ink. His left shoulder had blood running down it, and I quickly placed my hands on either side of it to inspect it. I gently pulled it open, holding back my disgust at his flesh parting as he hissed from the pain. But wait, was that–
“Is the damn bullet still in there?” I gawked, looking closer. Yep, there was a glint of silver. Ghost just shifted in the chair and shrugged, his eyes tense from the pain.
I sighed, deciding not to chew him out for it. At least, not right this second. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Need to find the first aid kit.”
I found it quickly underneath the bed and placed it on the little table beside Ghost. I cursed at the expired anaesthetic and lack of true rubbing alcohol, but at least there were tweezers, and a needle with thread. I grabbed a dry cotton bud and gently dabbed around it, leaning over him awkwardly from the side of his chair. I took up the tweezers and paused just before his wound. Fuck, this was going to be agony without anaesthetic.
“Get on with it, soldier,” Ghost snapped irritably. Alright, I didn’t feel as bad now. I went straight in for it.
“–Fuck.” He growled when I pried open the wound quickly to find the bullet. "Could you be any rougher, Duchess?"
I rolled my eyes at his snarled use of my callsign. “I don’t have any anesthetic, so hold still and it’ll be over quicker.”
He just glared. I held his gaze for a second, before beginning to pull the bullet out. I nearly dropped it as his hand flew up and grabbed my thigh, his breathing shallow and his eyes unfocused from the pain. I continued pulling it out, letting a soft breath of apprehension. Thankfully, the bullet came out fairly easily and I began to thread the needle to stitch him up.
I squawked as suddenly; his good hand cupped my waist and tugged me from the side of his chair to the front of it. In between his open legs. I opened my mouth hesitantly.
“Ghost–“ “Don’t,” He interrupted, his voice gruff. “Just stitch it.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, my hands shaking slightly as I begun the delicate work. His hand stayed on my waist, and I fought the urge to cup his face as his eyes scrunched from pain.
I broke the silence softly. “I’m gonna pull the stitches tight now, alright?”
His grip on my waist flexed as he nodded. I drew in a breath and quickly pulled them tight, eliciting a stuttered groan from him. His head slumped forward onto my stomach, his hard mask digging into my skin. I hesitated for a second before gently placing my left hand on his good shoulder, whilst dabbing the wound with disinfectant and placing a patch on it.
I whispered a quiet All done, and he heaved a sigh, slowly lifting his head up to gaze up at me blearily. I withdrew my hand from his shoulder as his left my waist, the cabin quiet in the unexpected intimacy. I finally broke the silence. “You need to rest. I’ll take the chair; you take the bed.”
His brows furrowed and he started to protest, but I quickly cut him off, “And I’m taking first watch. Don’t argue, please.”
His eyes crinkled in weary amusement, “Think you’re forgetting who ranks higher here, soldier.”
“Think you’re forgetting who was stupid enough to catch a bullet, lieutenant.” I retorted.
He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly hefted himself form the chair with a groan. I took a step back from him. He was so big, the cabin seemed to shrink when he stood straight. I was bumped back from my thoughts when he spoke. “Wake me up in an hour, that’s an order.”
I smiled and nodded, knowing I would do no such thing. He lowered himself onto the bed as I dragged the chair over to the window with my rifle. I pretended I wasn’t watching him remove his boots and lay back on the narrow bed, wincing as the stitch pulled tighter. I also pretended I wasn’t looking as his eyes drifted shut, sending an unexpected pang of longing through me. It was unusual to see him so vulnerable, and how many times had I wished it would be me he felt most comfortable with?
Half an hour of total silence passed before Ghost’s hoarse voice interrupted my thoughts.
“You never told me how you got your callsign.”
I spun from the window to see him with his good arm behind his head, his eyes blinking lazily at me. I grinned at him.
“You’d never believe me if I told you.”
He cocked his head at my words. “Try me, Duchess.”
I chewed on my lip and leaned back comfortable in the chair. “I seduced a prince on my first recon mission.”
Ghost barked a laugh. “The hell do you mean, on your first recon mission?”
I smiled again at his disbelief. “We were scouting an area of a manor in Bulgaria, and we got caught by the son of the apparently royal family who lived there. I, uh, made him promise not to tell anyone that we were there. Soap saw me convince him and told me I was a right Duchess with how proper I sounded. It just stuck.” I shrugged in nonchalance. “I kinda like it.”
Ghost shifted on the bed. “How’d you make him promise not to tell?”
I flushed. “I pulled out some average flirting techniques and promised I’d go to his room that night. I don’t think he’d ever seen a woman in tight combat gear before.”
“Little minx, by the sound of it.” He sat up on the bed slowly, stretching his good arm in front of him. I tracked the movement, mouth drying at the slide of muscles beneath his skin.
I swallowed and averted my gaze. “You know that hour doesn’t start until you actually fall asleep, right?” His eyes snapped up to mine.
“I don’t sleep much. We swap in twenty minutes.”
“You don’t sleep much?” I frowned at him. That couldn’t be healthy, not with this job.
He glared, the icy wall back up in his eyes. “Twenty. Minutes.”
I wasn’t backing down this time, no way. “I answered one of your questions, now you answer one of mine. Why don’t you sleep much?”
He huffed and reached a hand up to scratch his neck. “Think your callsign should’ve been ‘Mule’, with how stubborn you are.”
I just silently waited for his answer.
He sighed. “When you’ve seen the things I’ve seen love, you don’t want to fall sleep only to see them again in your nightmares.”
I didn’t even really register that he had called me love, I just felt a pang of pity go through me. Price had only even vaguely hinted at Ghost’s past, and I knew it wasn’t pretty. I swallowed hard and looked out the window into the dark before speaking. “You...you can try here, though. If you want. I’ll be here to wake you up if you need it.”
His hands flexed on the bedsheets as he slowly settled back down on the bed. “Alright.”
My heart jumped a bit at that. He was trusting me, trusting me to protect him. I didn’t make a fuss of it, didn’t watch him to see if he really was trying to sleep, just returned to looking out the window.
…
An hour passed, and the adrenaline of everything had truly worn off now, and I heaved a sigh as I fought sleep. I finally sneaked a look at Ghost. He was perfectly still on the bed, rolled on his uninjured side and his breathing slow and steady. Thank God.
Another twenty minutes passed before a soft noise drew me from my daydreams. I slid my eyes back to Ghost. He shifted and a soft cry came from the back of his throat. My heart jumped to my throat, and I stood up quietly. Was he having a nightmare?
Suddenly, everything escalated. His noises grew, and it sounded like he was muttering about being buried. Fuck. I went closer to him, reaching out to touch his shoulder–
He rocketed up from the bed, spinning and throwing a knife at me. I yelped and barely dodged it before leaping on him, trying to be careful of his arm.
“–Ghost! Lieutenant, please stop moving–“
He was panting ferociously, and his wild eyes went everywhere but me as I tried to hold down his good arm. His eyes finally snapped to mine, and the blatant panic in them made me feel like throwing up.
I tried being softer and removed my hold on him. “Simon. Simon, it’s me, Duchess. Remember? Duchess.”
He gulped down heaving breathes of air, clearly trying to calm his breathing for my sake. I waited quietly as he finally calmed his breathing. He refused to meet my gaze, staring at his clenched fists in front of him on the bed. I opened my mouth to try and reassure him.
“Si–“
He whipped his head around to glare at me. “This is what happens every goddamn time I try to sleep. This is fucking why.”
I gulped and lowered my gaze, only to snap it back up at his sharp inhale.
“Duchess, please tell me you were the one that put that knife in the wall.” His eyes had gone blank, cold as he stared at the embedded weapon. Uncaring, if you didn’t know him well.
I swallowed. Hard. “You got a bit upset when I tried waking you.”
He didn’t move an inch, a statue on the bed. So different to only a few moments ago.
Then he shuddered forward, burying his masked face in his hands. “Fuck’s sake, Duchess. I could’ve killed you.” He dragged his hands back over his face, staring at the far wall bleakly. I didn’t know what to say.
I decided on, “Let me check your stitches.” I took a step closer, almost kneeling on the bed beside him. Ghost slid his eyes back over to me. “No.”
I frowned. “Yes. You might’ve torn them.”
“Keep watch, soldier. I’ll be fine.”
I exploded. “With all due respect, Lieutenant Riley, you are not fine. You have a bullet wound in your shoulder, you’re obviously sleep-deprived, and you need me to check your goddamn stitches. Stop pushing me away, I’m on your taskforce for god’s sake– “
“–alright.” He interrupted. “You– you can check the stitches.” He sounded so, so tired. I took a deep breath in, embarrassment flooding me at my outburst. I sat down on the bed, gently peeling off his patch. I murmured a quiet apology to him. He huffed a laugh.
“Don’t apologise. You’re right. And I’m sorry for throwing a knife at your head, soldier.”
I carefully placed the stitches back down. “You’re all good. And I’m gonna need you to say all that again so I can record it.” I grinned at him.
His eyes crinkled, still stained with his signature black paint. “No one will believe you, Duchess.” His tone was his usual teasing deadpan.
The silence was comfortable as we sat there on the bed, his breathing nice and even now. He let out a sudden groan, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes.
“M’so fucking tired, Duchess. I think the pain is making me delirious.”
“Don’t... don’t kill me, but try sleeping again. I’ll stay here.”
He frowned at me. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“I’ll stay right here. Go to sleep.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He growled. “Stubborn.”
I cocked my head at him. “Yeah. I’m not going give in. Sleep.”
He sighed and stayed still for a minute. I didn’t move, staring him down. His eyes softened, and he suddenly reached out to my face. I froze, barely breathing as he skimmed a gloved hand down my cheekbone. “Too caring, Duchess. Gonna get you killed.”
My heartrate sky-rocketed, and I just stared at him tongue-tied as he leaned back on the bed. His half-lidded eyes gazed into mine as he shocked me yet again with his next words.
“Sleep next to me. You need sleep too.”
I wanted to. I really, really wanted to. I hesitated, “I need to keep watch.”
He snorted and shifted his hips of the bed– my eyes flickering traitorously down.
“There’s no one out there in this weather. Sleep.”
I sighed, giving in. “Alright.
It was a tad awkward to slide in beside him, his scent washing over me. I shifted into the wall and made sure not to touch him too much. The warmth of the cabin made me feel incredibly sleepy, and soon I felt my eyes drifting shut as Ghost’s breathing evened out beside me. I felt safe with him, with my grumpy, standoffish lieutenant. I curled towards the wall and went off to sleep.
…
Faint light shone through my eyelids as I drifted out of sleep. I felt warm and comfortable, my brain not picking up where I was or who was wrapped around me. I let out a soft hum and tried stretching my arms above my head, only to be obstructed by someone else.
My eyes snapped open abruptly as I remembered where I was and what had happened last night. Shit, I hadn’t meant to sleep this long.
And Ghost–
Ghost had an arm thrown over my waist, his soft breathes huffing next to my ear. His body pressed against mine was thick and warm.
He was gonna be pissed when he woke up and found us touching this much. At least I hadn’t trapped him down.
His breathing changed and he shifted behind me. He let out a soft groan and dragged his hand back over my waist a bit, his voice deliciously hoarse as he spoke into the quiet of the early morning.
“How long you been’ awake for?”
I cleared my throat softly, “Only a few minutes. Sleep well?”
He huffed a laugh. “Better than I have in years, love.”
Love. Heat curled up my spine. He made no sign of moving, so I tentatively asked, “Are you...alright with this? I was worried that the touching would–” I struggled to find words for a second.
“–Upset me? No, love, it doesn’t upset me.”
I swallowed and nodded hard, accidently knocking my head back against his. I yelped, “Sorry!” And he only hummed back at me, “Clumsy.”
He paused before continuing, almost sounding hesitant in his question.
“Does it upset you?”
It felt like it was about more than just the touch. I slowly turned my head so I could look at him. Fuck, his eyes were so pretty. He looked anxious for my answer.
“No, sir, it doesn’t,” I paused for a second, “I like it too much, actually.”
His eyes widened almost comically. “You–you sure? I’m not a good man, Duchess.”
I frowned. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re one of the best men I know, Simon.”
He drew in a shuddering breath and used his arm around my waist to tug me around fully. A playful glint lit up in his eyes. “Don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, love.”
I smiled slowly. “I think I know exactly what I’m getting into.” I wanted to ask him. I wanted to ask him if this really was happening, if he really did want to know me in that way. If he really wanted me.
A hand gently cupped my cheek. “Come back. Where’d you go?”
I frowned and shifted forward a little before blurting. “Do you really want me, Simon?”
His eyes crinkled up in the way I always loved. “Have since I saw you beat up that rookie, Duchess.”
That was over a goddamn year ago. God, I wanted to kiss him. I murmured the question softly to him, heat coursing up my spine. “Can I kiss you?”
His eyes flooded with something unfamiliar, and I blurted quickly, “Through the mask, obviously.”
His voice had dropped an octave when he answered. “I can take it off, if it makes you more comfortable.” My tongue flicked out to wet my lips and his eyes flicked down to them. Fuck, if I didn’t kiss him soon I was going to burst into flames.
I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his through the mask. He exhaled hard, and tugged me as close as possible against him. I stayed there, moving my lips gently against his.
I parted from him, softly panting from loss of air and the blinding arousal I was experiencing.
His eyes were swallowed whole from his own arousal, and I hoarsely whispered, “You don’t even have to take the mask off, if you don’t want to. Ever. I’ll– I’ll still fuck you with or without it.”
His groan reverberated in my head. “Fucking hell, Duchess. Can barely control myself around you, you know that?”
I smiled saccharine against his lips. He reached up his hand to his mask, and my smile fell as my heart pounded. I had never seen anything more than a glimpse of his jaw.
He paused with a wince at the stretch to his stitches and I quickly reached up to circle his wrist. “Wait, don’t hurt yourself. Let me get on top.”
His eyes shuttered and he quickly rolled onto his back. I threw my legs over his hips and settled back on his thighs. The things I’d dreamed about these thighs...
He looked so satisfied and lazy, like a big cat bathing in sunlight as he leaned back against the wall, bracketing my waist with large hands.
“You gonna kiss me again, sweet thing?”
I grinned wildly, leaning forward to press my lips on his again. I barely registered his hand shooting up to tug the bottom of his balaclava down and discard his hard-shell mask. I paused before my lips met his, eyes widening. Goddamn, he was pretty. Covered in scars, the largest visible one tugging his upper lip up, revealing a sharp canine. To my delight, light blonde stubble adorned his jaw.
I reached up and slid my hand over his jaw, knowing my face had a stupid expression on. All I could do was blurt, “You’re fucking pretty, sir.”
He barked a laugh and grinned, sending sparks ricocheting in my stomach. His smile was gorgeous.
I had to kiss him.
I slotted my lips against his, catching his smile as a rumbling moan worked its way through his throat. His tongue swiped along my lips and I readily parted, letting out a soft noise at the feel of him against me. The raw heat of him below me made me feel crazy, could already feel how wet I was.
His lips parted softly from mine, a string of saliva connecting us. The pupil of his eyes encompassed them wholly, barely a ring of colour inside. I leant forward whilst keeping eye contact and dipped my head to the side, lifting his mask from his neck to nip at the skin. His hand flexed on my waist, pulling me tighter as I laved my tongue across him.
“Fucking hell, Duchess. Shit.” He was so sensitive to my every move, so responsive. I fucking loved it. I pulled away, purring to him, “Been a while, lieutenant?”
His eyes narrowed and he suddenly tugged me down harder into his lap, letting me feel the evidence of his arousal. I bit back a moan at the feel of him, rocking my hips gently as he teased right back. “Looks like it’s been a while for you too, love.”
God. I wanted to get my mouth on him, and soon.
I slid a hand down his– thankfully– already bare torso towards his combat pants. He went to sit up and follow the movement, only stopping when I pressed a hand down on his chest. “Let me suck you off. Please?”
He froze comically. I just continued my slow trajectory downwards, nipping at his stomach and sides. He finally gathered his thoughts and blurted a quick, “Trying to give your lieutenant a heart attack, soldier?”
I smiled up at him lazily as I tugged on his pants. I wanted more of the choked moans and exhales, maybe a whimper or two. Big scary Ghost, reduced to a moaning mess by his soldier. I thought for a moment there was danger of me literally dripping on the bed. I flicked open the buttons, deliberately not rushing. He squirmed, lifting his hips towards my hands.
I finally tugged down his pants to reveal his hard length still covered in standard military boxers. I eyed it hungrily, running my hands up his thighs as he broke the mounting tension with a frustrated groan.
“Bloody hell, just take ‘em off.” He lifted his hips again. I smiled and leaned down to mouth at his hip, skating my fingertips along the top of his boxers as I teased him.
“You know, you get more British when you’re flustered.” I snapped his boxers against his skin.
He grumbled and opened his mouth to protest. So, naturally, I shut him up by running the tip of my tongue up his covered length. The fabric was thin enough that I knew it felt good, especially when I began kitten-licking around his tip. He let out a soft hiss and his good hand flew to the back of my head while the other clenched the sheets tightly. I kept my eyes locked with his as he struggled to remain composed.
Goddamn, I really wanted to take his boxers off.
He let out a soft groan and reached down to them, clearly thinking the same as me. “Stop teasing, woman.”
If I wasn’t as desperate as him, I’d leave them on.
I pulled them off slowly, his length catching and causing him to hiss again. It finally came into view. Fuck.
“Hiding a fucking anaconda in there, lieutenant.” I smirked up at him as he stared down at me, panting.
He finally gathered himself enough to talk. “Think you can take it?”
I bit back a whine and stroked his hipbones with my thumbs. “Yeah, I can take it.” And with that, I pulled him closer and swallowed him down as much as I could.
His stomach immediately rippled from pleasure as his good hand flew to the back of my head. “Fucking– Duuchesss.”
He was so warm and thick in my mouth as I started bobbing my head and running my tongue over him. He felt good, tasted good. I pulled off and tongued the little grove on his frenulum.
“–Like that. Just like that– g–good girl.” His voice was higher pitched and raspy, his cheeks flushed. I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth as his tongue ran over his lips repeatedly and he let out those pretty noises. I never wanted to look at him fully masked again.
I used my hand to wrap around the part of him I couldn’t reach, working in tandem with my mouth as my other hand came up to his balls.
His hand in my hair tightened exponentially as I gently fondled them, spit falling down his length. He was getting close, I could tell. His chest sweaty and flushed, his moans louder and more frequent.
“You look so good like this, with my cock in your mouth. So good.”
Who knew the big scary Ghost rambled during sex?
He suddenly tensed and yanked my mouth of him. I went willingly and blinked the tears away from my lashes as I gazed up at him. “Alright?”
He let out a soft huff of a laugh around his panting. “I was about to cum. Don’t wanna do that yet.” He sat up to be closer to me.
I pouted. “Why not? Are you worried about mess? I can swallow.”
His eyes fluttered shut and he let out an obscene moan. “Love, you’re gonna’ kill me.”
I hefted myself up and pecked his lips, pulling away to murmur against them softly. “So why won’t you let yourself finish?”
His eyes darted away and he trailed a hand down my waist hesitantly. “I want to cum inside you.”
Ah, fuck. Lust pierced my stomach deep, making me let out a soft whine. His eyes darted back up to mine at the sound. “You like that?”
I nodded. “Please. Although, I don’t know if I’ll be able to...take you, straight away.”
He chuckled lowly. “Better get you ready then, hmm?”
I hooked my hands under my shirt and tugged it off, leaving my bra on. I scrambled awkwardly to get my pants off and sat back down on Ghost’s lap completely bare. I felt fucking vulnerable, hadn’t done this in a long, long time.
Ghost flattened his palm on my collarbone, leaning forward to suck at the skin. “Bloody fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
I blushed furiously, gripping his forearms. “Y-you too.”
He chuckled and snaked an arm up around me, pausing at my bra straps to give me a questioning look. It was my turn to chuckle. “I just sucked your dick, you can take my bra off.”
He nipped at the skin above my breasts and unclasped it. “Such a way with words.”
I didn’t answer, too worried about his expression when my bra finally fell away.
He groaned and cupped one, running his thumb along it before pressing a kiss to the other. “Pretty tits, you have. Always hard not to look.”
I let out a breathless laugh and batted him on the side of his head. I failed to answer yet again as he started to lie back down, pitching me forward.
I leaned up his body as he gripped me tightly and kissed him again. I slid my tongue in first this time, surprising him with a nip on his bottom lip.
“Fuck, let me taste you. Please.”
I nodded and slurred a quick, yes, please, as my head spun from arousal.
With that answer, he tugged me up his chest more and lay down flat. I furrowed my brows down at him and blurted, “What are you doing?”
He blinked up at me. “You’re gonna sit on my face, love.”
I flushed, not knowing where to put my hands as I whispered, “Never done that before. I’ll suffocate you.”
His eyes sharpened. “You want to get eaten out?” His voice dropped an octave. “If the answer’s yes, then sit. You won’t hurt me.”
I whimpered and watched as his pupils expanded from the noise. He cocked an eyebrow and tugged me up a bit. “Well, pet? Give me a yes or a no.”
I took a shuddering breath in at the name and breathed out, “Yes.”
My world jostled as he hauled me up, my knees bracketing his face clumsily. I look down at him as me gets me right where he wants, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. His shuddering inhale and warm exhale fan across my pussy and I bite back a whine.
“So?” His voice was so rough, the vibrations echoing through me. “You gonna sit down, sweetheart?
I let out that quivering whine. “Yeah.” I sat down as much as I dared, not wanting to let my full weight down on his face.
His scarred lips brushed my clit, my thigh muscles tensing as he let his tongue run through my sopping cunt. He let out a rumbling groan at my taste, his good arm bracketing my hips.
Fuck fuck fuck. He was so fucking good at it, tongue laving over my drenched folds and sucking my clit into his mouth. He ate like he was starving, letting out little grunts and moans into me. I bit my lips to stifle a porn-worthy moan to save me from embarrassment.
I gasped as I felt a sharp pinch to ass. He parted from me and let out a soft snarl into my cunt. “Wanna hear those noises. Don’t shut ‘em out.”
I whimpered and rolled my hips down at his slurred voice. He grinned against me and slid his other hand between my legs. “That’s a good girl.”
I wasn’t prepared for the liquid pleasure that burst from me at the first push of his fingers. They were a lot fucking bigger than mine.
I let loose a wild moan and rolled my head back, reaching down to grab his hair under the mask. It was so good, he was so good.
The tip of his tongue fucked up into me and his eyes were nothing more than black pools of desire. I tugged on his hair at the visual, surprised at the filthy groan he let out at the feeling.
“K–keep doing that. Fuck, Duchess.” His voice was cracked with want.
I pulled harder and gyrated my hips harder too, feeling my release creep up on me as he added another finger. My lieutenant, groaning with me tugging on his hair whilst eating me out and finger-fucking me? A wonderful fucking visual.
“Fuck, Duchess.” He slurred again. “Put your full weight, c’mon. Ride my face.”
I hesitate long enough for him to growl and use his bad arm to pull me down.
“When I said sit down, I meant sit. Down.” He didn’t seem fazed by using his bad arm.
My thighs gave out and I obeyed, of course. I clumsily rolled my cunt across his face and the growl he let out made me lose my shame. He ate me out like I was his last fucking meal on the plant, positively filthy and ridiculously messy.
His fingers moved against my g-spot quickly, his tongue flicked against my clit with a fierce precision, and I had no choice but to fucking cum.
I whined high pitched as I came hard enough to see stars, chanting his name breathlessly. His real name.
“Simon, Simon, Simon. Ah, fuck...”
He moaned loudly into me at the use of his name as he drank everything up. He didn’t stop even when I came down from my high, mouth still working me wonderfully. I whimpered breathlessly and tried to wiggle my hips out of his hold. “Too–too much, feels too much.” I sounded as slurred and drunk off pleasure as he did.
He let me go and helped me slid down his body again. I kissed him before taking in his appearance, the kiss desperately messy and wet.
I pulled away and the sight of him made me, somehow, even fucking wetter. He grounded out your name, wrecked with heavy-lidded eyes. The bottom, uncovered part of his gleamed and shone, drenched from your wetness. He was also really, really hard.
I just took in the view, hands on his sweaty chest. The depth of his gaze threatened to swallow me whole, threatened to steal me away forever.
Finally, I broke the silence and gestured to his hard cock standing between us. “Want me to help with this?” I gently ran a finger up him.
He hissed and seemed to regain his voice to speak, his voice jagged and rough. “I’d love that, pet.”
I canted my hips up and ground my still sensitive pussy against his length. His head tipped back and he breathlessly groaned, voice cracking from pleasure.
I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again. He parted his mouth with no resistance as I lifted my hips up to position, sliding my tongue along his. I circled my hips teasingly and moaned as his broad head caught on my clit.
He was flushing again, his mouth open and panting into mine as we kept trying to kiss. There was no hope of that happening when I finally started dropping onto him, though.
I clenched around him immediately, throwing my head back for a second and whimpering at the licks of pleasure up my spine. I was so wet from his attention he slid in easily. Simon made a noise that was akin to a wounded animal as I finally settled on him fully. He murmured my name and pressed his lips to mine chastely.
“Need to loosen up or this’ll be too quick, love.” His hand trailed from my waist to between my legs and he pressed his thumb against my clit. The sight of him gazing at me, eyes half-lidded as he rolled his hips into mine, threatened to undo me completely.
I relax and meet his thrusts, pleasure rolling over me at the feeling of him so deep inside. He felt perfect, could feel every inch of him.
He let out a sinful groan and a murmured, “That’s it, thaaat’s ittt.”
I whined and moved faster, his thumb rolling over my clit in a steady rhythm as I approached another climax. I wanted to watch him cum, wanted to watch as his eyes rolled back and he couldn’t hold in any noise. Not that he was– the sounds he were making was agonisingly hot.
I cheekily clenched around him and he groaned loudly. “Fuckin’ hell. Feel too good, so tight.”
I whimpered as I clenched around him again, his length pummeling against my g-spot. I was so close– so close to exploding–
My orgasm rushed through me for the second time, the sort of toe-curling one you can’t escape from. I struggled to keep rolling my hips, feeling myself tighten beyond anything before.
Simon let out a jagged snarl and gripped my hips with both hands to thrust deeper. “Look at that, coming so fucking fast around my cock. You like that, love? Like me using you like this?”
I whine at his words, sluggish and cock-drunk after such an intense orgasm. I really only knew one thing: I wanted Simon to cum. Hard.
I leaned forward and kissed him desperately, overly sensitive as he kept moving inside. I finally found my voice and whimpered into his mouth, “Want your cum, Simon. Cum inside.” He let loose a filthy groan at my words and hammered his hips harder into mine. His stomach tensed and I knew he was close, knew he was about to explode.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Duchess, I’m gonna fucking come. You want it inside this pretty pussy?”
I pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of his mouth and whined a soft, “Yes, please.”
He tensed at my words, going rigid under me as I squirmed and gasped on top of him.
“Fuckin’– God.” His balls draw up under me as he came hard, warmth filling me and his every breath filled with pants and moans of my name.
I leaned down, the strange urge to mark him, claim him in the same way filling. I sucked hard on his neck as he shuddered under me, hands tightening on my hips.
“Jesus Christ– got– gotta stop doing that, darling, or I won’t be soft for long.” He sounded absolutely, unequivocally wrecked.
I lifted my head up and smiled at him lazily. “Wouldn’t that be devastating, lieutenant.”
He groaned. “Don’t call me lieutenant when I just came inside you. That’s an order.”
I laughed and reached up to cup his jaw. “Yes sir.”
He rolled his eyes and turned to nuzzle my hand, eyes gazing into mine. I leaned forward and pressed another kiss to his scarred lips, so rough against mine. We stayed still for a while, relaxing in each other’s presence. I wanted to ask him just one thing, the one thing gnawing at my brain.
“What– what happens now, Simon?” I sat up and felt him jostle inside me.
He sat up too and encased my waist in a hug. “Whatever you’d like, Duchess. M’still inside you right now, haven’t got the capacity to think of all the regulations we’re breaking.”
I huffed and wrapped arms around his neck and under his mask to play with the hair on the base of his head. “I really need to pee. But I don’t think I can walk.” I leaned back on him, placing my hands on his thighs as I watched his gaze trail over my body.
He shifted suddenly and swung his legs around and off the bed as I let out a squeal. He paused before lifting me off of him, arching a brow. “A member of the 141, squealing? Shameful.”
I gawked at his cheeky expression, opening my mouth to protest. I didn’t get the chance to insult him back, or mention how he’d certainly been making some interesting noises not that long ago, before he lifted me off his cock.
I shivered at the feeling as he stood me up in front of him and reached for my pants. His were still around his ankles, so he tugged them up easily as he handed me mine.
I grabbed my underwear and pulled them on before sliding my pants on. I really had to pee.
I needed a shirt... but maybe not mine. I snatched Simon’s shirt off the bed before he could, slipping it on and poking my tongue out as his face. He smirked and flicked my nose. His smile was so goddamn beautiful. “Look good in that, you can keep it.”
I let out a hum. “Maybe I will. I really gotta pee, though.”
He snorted and waved me off. “Go pee then, woman. Don’ need to hear about it.”
I chucked him a middle finger and quickly went to the tiny toilet in the corner of the cabin.
He was still sitting on the bed when I came back, one of our broken radios in his hand. I walked over and stood beside him awkwardly, not sure how to sit now thered been a break in the sexual tension. Simon glanced up and reached out to tug me in between his legs, a parallel to when I was stitching him up. Delight at the position filled me and I ran a hand over his jaw. But, speaking of stitching...
“Can I check your stitches while you do whatever you’re doing?” I was already reaching out to the patch. No bloodstains, which was a good sign.
He sighed and rattled the radio as I ran my fingers over the stitches. “Useless thing, I don’t think it’ll work. Price will figure out where we are soon enough.”
I chewed my lip anxiously. “At least the blizzard’s gone. You reckon they’re alright?”
In all the good tension, I’d stopped worrying about the bad tension. The worry that our team was compromised or hurt.
Simon glanced up from his fiddling and met my worried eyes with resolute ones. “Yeah love, I do.”
Butterflies fluttered through my stomach at the petname. Suddenly, a crackled sounded from the radio. Simon sat up attentively and skated a hand under my– his– shirt to cup my waist. We both held our breathes as he clicked a few buttons and stuffed wires back inside.
He pulled me closer and spoke into the radio. “This is Ghost to Bravo, is there anyone there?”
Silence.
He cleared his throat and tried again. “This is Ghost to Bravo, is there anyone there?”
Silence, again. I opened my mouth to speak, but then a short crackle rang out.
“Ghost–“ A mess of noise and buzzes. But there was someone there. Simon clicked the buttons aggressively and then it finally synced.
“–oap to Ghost, are you there?” I sighed in absolute relief. Soap.
Simon answered immediately, relief also filling his voice. “Soap, good to hear your voice.”
A harsh chuckle came through the radio. “I think that’s the nicest you’ve been to me, Ghost. Got Duchess with you?”
A thumb traced a pattern on my ribcage as Simon lifted the radio to my mouth. I grinned and spoke into it quickly. “I’m here, you wanker.”
Simon chuckled and brought the radio back down as Soap let out a slew of insults at me. “Johnny, tell me everyone is safe.” An order, really. I let out another sigh of relief as Johnny’s confirmation came through.
Everyone was safe, everyone was fine. Thank fucking god.
Simon gave Soap the coordinates to the safehouse. They would come get us in an hour, sharp.
I chewed on my lip and stared absentmindedly behind Simon as he placed the radio down. I felt a soft pinch on my waist and glanced down at him quickly. He cocked his head at me.
“Where’d your head go, love?”
I stared down at him. I’d have to go back to being a soldier on his taskforce, may never get to see his face like this again. Would I get to help him with his nightmares again?
I didn’t know how to answer. But I tried. “I want to know you, Simon. B–but I know, I know that you haven’t been known or...loved, in this way, for a very long time.” His eyes softened at my words. I barrelled on. “I want to help you sleep every night, and see your smile too. I just don’t know what you want, and I’m scared–“
He cut me off and pressed a delicate kiss to the side of my mouth. “I want to know you too, love. I don’t know how to love any more, haven’t–haven’t tried in a long time, like you said.” He swallowed and his eyes flickered away nervously. “You deserve better than me, sweetheart. But if you want me, you have me.”
I grabbed his face, and it was my turn to cut him off with a considerably less delicate kiss. He melted into me as I traced his teeth and tongue with mine. I pulled away breathlessly and whispered against his mouth.
“I want you, Simon. Always have.”
And probably always would.