BITE ME
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader — 18+
CWs: smut, pwp, surreptitiously getting the cherry popped. simon is is a little shit here lol you're worse
Inspired by the gorgeous @/rememberwren's Threshold, which is one of my favourite fics ever.
The weather outside is frigid, and the HQ is almost empty, aside from a few who are stuck inside due to never-ending shifts.
The city at the horizon glistens in snow, glitters with festivities. Although the gorgeous view is a welcome sight, the mood is overall sour, as most of the soldiers would rather be home on Christmas Eve.
But Simon’s got nowhere to go, and apparently neither do you. For now, you’re both content with the spot you’ve secured in the rec room for the remainder of the evening. The fanciest of the seats. The softest ones, with the tanned leather intact and the cushions still plush.
You look awfully relaxed, slumped back on the loveseat while sipping on your beer, with your eyes lazily roaming the ceiling. Christmas sounds like it’s going to be boring, uneventful, and quiet, and Simon cannot wait for it to roll around exactly like that—
“We should fuck, Riley,” you say. “To kill some time.”