ghost cabin 2
Ghost
Cruz
Ghost
It was cold outside, you and Ghost had just arrived at a safe house due to incorrect information on the mission.
You and Ghost walk inside to see trash everywhere, there was no couch and the heater in the cabin wasn’t working. It was freezing, you and ghost both were shivering.
You stumble across one bedroom, with one full sized bed. Ghost stares at you unsure of what to do next, “I assume we can share it.” Ghost grumbles out as he looks at you for further instructions.
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I moaned as Ghost's tongue slipped inside my mouth, and I brought my other hand up to cup the back of his neck. I slowly moved to my knees and shuffled closer. His height meant our heads were even though he was sitting down, and his hands slipped to my naked waist,m.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes fluttered open as he felt you moving closer, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. The feeling of your lips against his, the warmth of your breath against his skin... it was all too much.
As you moved to your knees before him, he couldn't help but let out a shudder of desire. Your body pressing against him, the softness of your skin against his rough hands... it was intoxicating. And when you willingly offered yourself up to him, surrendering completely, it was more than he could handle.
Without another word, Ghost pulled you closer, his fingers digging into your waist as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through him. Their bodies melding together in a desperate dance of passion and want, their clothes becoming impediments rather than barriers.
And as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, it became clear that there would be no going back from this moment. That whatever happened between them, whatever transpired in the hours and days ahead, would forever change them – branding them with the heat and intensity of their connection.
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Ghost suddenly tugs my hips towards him and I stumble on my knees. He wraps an arm under my ass and suddenly plops me onto his lap, hands running up and down my naked back. I pull away to breathe and he immediately targets my neck as my hands dig into his shoulders.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes flashed with hunger as he pulled you closer, his lips trailing a path up your neck and to your ear. "You drive me fucking wild," he growled into your skin, his hands running up and down your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.
As you pulled away to catch your breath, he couldn't help but feel a pang of desire for more. More contact, more intimacy, more of you. And so it was that he teased and tantalized, nipping at your neck and shoulders, letting his fingers trail across your skin with a longing fierceness that left no doubt as to what he wanted from you.
But even as he pushed forward, relentless in his pursuit of your body and soul, there was something holding him back. Something telling him that this wasn't just about physical pleasure – that there was an emotional connection here, one that transcended the boundaries of time and space. And though he wasn't entirely sure what it meant or where it would lead them, he knew that it was worth exploring... because in that moment, with you in his arms, nothing else seemed to matter.
Cruz
I whimper, thighs squeezing around his lap as he sucks particularly hard on a spot on my throat.
"Is that why you were such a dick to me?" I breathe, breathlessly. I remembered the taunting remarks he'd given me today:
""You got a problem, Rookie?" he drawled, grin widening into a menacing smirk. Despite his best efforts to keep his emotions in check, there was an undeniable spark in his eyes – one that made him seem more like the predator he was than the prey he usually hunted down on the battlefield."
"Even though the close quarters of the safe house were making him feel trapped, he couldn't deny the thrill he got from goading you like this. He loved pushing people to their limits, testing their resolve under fire...and it seemed like you weren't going down without a fight."
"As you stand there, silently fuming behind your suddenly clenched fists, Ghost can't help but take notice of the tension coursing through your body. It's not often that someone gives as good as they get with him – usually, they crumble under the pressure or try to appease him."
""Yeah," he finally said after a long moment of silence, "you got a problem with me." His voice was low and resonant, vibrating along your spine like a well-placed punch."
""Then what are you waiting for?" He challenged, giving you one last dark look before turning back around to continue sweeping up the mess."
"I take a slow, steadying breath, trying to rid my body of its tension."
""Look," I say, firmly, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, reminding me of how nervous I actually feel, "I know that I'm the new girl, and I know you probably weren't thrilled when you found out you'd be with a rookie on a mission together.""
"Ghost couldn't help but snort derisively at that. "Rookie?" he repeats, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you're a rookie? Haven't seen anything yet." He chuckles darkly to himself, the sound managing to make the small hairs on the back of your neck stand on end."
"My face twitches in annoyance, and I know he sees he's getting to me, so I try to compose a neutral expression."
""Regardless," I continue, purposefully ignoring his comment, "I'm a part of this team now, whether you want me to be or not. I would like to work together with you, Ghost. But if you insist that's not possible," my eyes narrow with a hint of a challenge, "I'm not going to let you push me around. I've been putting up with that shit as the lone female team member for quite a while, and I'm not going to let it happen again.""
"Ghost looked at you, his face a mask of surprise and something that could have been admiration. He didn't expect this kind of backtalk from a rookie, let alone someone who looked as harmless as you did."
"He took a step closer, looming over you with his imposing six-foot-five frame. "You really think you can take me on?" he challenged softly, a sinister glint in his eye. "I like a challenge.""
He'd been a real ass to me today.
Ghost
Ghost paused for a moment, his lips still hovering just above your neck as he considered your words. It was true – he hadn't exactly been kind to you since the mission began. But there had been a reason for that – an instinctive wariness that had prevented him from trusting you right away.
"You're not like anyone I've worked with before," he finally said, his voice soft but tinged with hesitation. "You're... different." He struggled to find the words to describe it, but he knew that you would understand. There was a fierceness in you, a fire that burned bright even in the darkest of situations. And though it was something that he couldn't quite put his finger on, he knew that it was something to be reckoned with.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on yours. "I didn't mean to be such an ass to you," he admitted, his fingers tracing light patterns across your skin. "I guess I'm just not used to having someone around who can hold their own against me. But you..." he trailed off, his gaze intense. "You make me want to be better. Stronger. More than I ever thought I could be. And I don't know what to do with that."
Cruz
I pause at his words, looking at him with a surprised expression, not expecting such an honest response. I'm happy to hear he feels emotionally for me, and I murmur, "You make me want to be better top," before crashing my mouth against his as my hips start to move on his lap.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes widened in surprise as you spoke, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of your voice. He hadn't expected you to feel the same way – hadn't even entertained the idea that someone like you could be attracted to him. But there it was – a truth that cut through him like a knife, igniting something deep within him that he thought was long dead.
As you leaned into him, his body heat wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold winter night, he could feel his resistance crumbling. The tension that had been building between them for days finally reached its breaking point, exploding into a fiery passion that engulfed them both. Their lips moved together in a desperate dance, their tongues tangling and twisting in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.
And as they kissed, as their bodies molded together in ways that defied explanation, something inside Ghost broke loose. A primal urge surged through him, propelling him forward with an intense hunger he'd never experienced before. This was more than just lust or desire – it was a connection so deep it scared him. But he couldn't stop himself from plunging deeper, further into the abyss with you by his side.
Because in this moment, with you in his arms, he wasn't alone. And for the first time in a long time, he didn't want to be.
Cruz
My hands explored Ghost's naked torso, dipping along the ridges of his muscles, mapping out the various scars I'd ask him about later as he kissed my neck and scraped his teeth against my shoulder, pulling down one of my sports bra shoulder straps to access the area
Ghost
Ghost let out a soft growl as he traced his tongue along your exposed shoulder, savoring the feel of your skin against his lips. He could feel the warmth radiating off your body, igniting something primal within him that he couldn't ignore. And as you explored his body with your hands, running your fingers over his muscles and scars, he knew that he was powerless to resist you.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he took in your beauty. "You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his fingers tracing along the edge of your sports bra, his gaze intense. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. But with you..." he trailed off, his voice husky with desire.
And with that, he leaned forward again, kissing you with a fierce passion that left no doubt as to his intentions. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the contours of your curves as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until it felt like they were one being, melded together in a fiery embrace.
Cruz
I felt the exact same way, and I whimpered under his touch, generously mapping out his body with my own fingers. Ghost's hands skimmed my chest, squeezing gently, before he growled against my mouth, "Off," referring to my sports bra. I chuckled at his impatience and pulled away just in time for him to yank the sports bra off of me and throw it in a corner somewhere, exposing my breasts and hardened nipples.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes darkened as you pulled away, his breathing now ragged and uneven. He watched, mesmerized, as you undressed before him, his hands itching to touch but held back by some invisible force.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, running his fingers lightly over your naked chest, tracing the outline of your breasts with a tenderness that surprised even him. "And here I thought you were just a rookie who'd get in the way." He chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over every inch of your skin.
His fingers brushed against one of your hardened nipples, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. And without another word, he leaned forward once more, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes about the intensity of his feelings.
As their bodies came together again, Ghost felt himself losing control – giving in to the nagging voice inside his head telling him to just let go, to give in to the desire that burned so brightly between them. For once, he didn't fight it. Instead, he surrendered to the moment, burying himself deeper in the warmth and comfort of your embrace.
It was going to be a wild ride, indeed.
Cruz
Ghost's hands squeezed my breasts and I moaned softly, arching my back. A moment later he took the tip of one into his mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple as I jolted, hips bucking against his, feeling his clothed, half-hard cock pressing into my underwear
Ghost
Ghost groaned as he felt you move against him, his tongue trace circles around your sensitive nipple while his other hand massaged and squeezed the other breast. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingers, the taste of your sweet flesh on his tongue – it was enough to drive him wild.
Pulling back slightly, he met your eyes, his gaze dark and intense as he studied you from top to bottom. He could see the desire in your eyes, mirrored back at him like a reflection in a pool of water. And in that moment, he knew that this wasn't just about sex. It was about connection, about intimacy, about two souls finding solace in each other's embrace.
"You're killing me," he rasped, his voice low and rough with need. Slowly, he lowered his head once more, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as his hands traced the waistband of your boyshorts.
Cruz
I shivered under his touch, and I quickly pulled away, Ghost's hands following me. I stood up and scrambled out of my boyshorts, dropping them on the ground before reaching back towards Ghost, who grabbed my wrists and tugged me back into his lap. He groaned when his clothed cock rubbed against my bare pussy, and I whined as his fingers danced downwards
Ghost
Ghost's breath hitched in his throat as he felt you pressed against him, their bodies becoming one in a dance of desire and need. His fingers skimmed lightly over your inner thighs, tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine.
"You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his lips grazing along your jawline. "I never knew I could feel like this."
His tongue darted out to lick the side of your neck, causing you to arch your back slightly in response. And with one swift motion, he pulled you into a deep kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your bare skin.
As their tongues tangled together in a passionate embrace, Ghost couldn't help but moan against your lips, his hips rocking forward and back against you in a primal rhythm that spoke volumes about his arousal. It was raw, unbridled lust – a force of nature that threatened to consume them both if they didn't act fast.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. "What do you need from me?"
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"Touch me," I whimpered, taking his hand and guiding it to my aching pussy.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes flashed with hunger as he felt your warmth against his fingertips. Slowly, deliberately, he traced circles around your entrance, his roughened fingertips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
"You're so wet," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "God, you turn me on."
Without further ado, he pressed one finger inside you, feeling you clench around him as he slowly started to fill you up. His other hand roamed across your stomach, tracing patterns that made you shiver with delight.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he growled, thrusting his finger in and out of you with a rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart.
You whimpered in response, arching your back into his touch. And as he watched you writhe in pleasure under his ministrations, he knew that this was just the beginning.
Cruz
"Hold on," he commanded, and my arms wrapped around his neck before he deftly flipped us. My back hit the ground and Ghost settled between my legs, pulling his finger out, causing me to whine and buck my hips.
He chuckled against my neck as he started to kiss his way down my body, murmuring, "Don't worry, rookie. I'll take care of you." My breath catches in my throat as he kisses my stomach and pelvis, and suddenly his warm hands were sliding up my thighs before wrapping around them and spreading me wide open. He groaned as his mouth approached my pussy, and he looked up to make sure I was watching.
Ghost
Ghost met your gaze, a mix of desire and tenderness etched into his features. His hands trembled slightly as he leaned forward, placing the softest of kisses against your still sensitive folds. And as he teased you with gentle licks and nibbles, he placed a hand on your inner thigh, encouraging you to spread even wider for him.
"You smell so fucking good," he growled, his tongue darting out to lap at your nectar. "I could drink you from a glass."
Slowly, he probed deeper with his tongue, licking and flickering against your clit in a way that made you shiver uncontrollably. And as he plunged two fingers inside you, feeling you tighten around him, he started to thrust in rhythm with his mouth, his groans muffled by your sweet flesh.
It was a symphony of pleasure – their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they surrendered to the fiery passion that raged between them. And despite the cold outside, inside this safehouse it felt like summer, like the only thing that mattered was the heat of their skin against each other's.
Cruz
"Fuck!" I whimpered, back arching off of the grimy floor as Ghost fucked me with his fingers and swirled his tongue around my clit. I whined and moaned under his touch, my hips bucking.
Ghost
Ghost groaned against your pulsating flesh, feeling you tremble underneath him. His fingers moved in and out of you with a force that belied his rough exterior, each thrust sending jolts of electricity through your body.
"That's it, rookie," he growled, his voice deeper than usual. "Give it all to me."
His other hand found its way to your breast once more, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And as he watched you writhe in pleasure underneath him, he knew that this was just the beginning. That there were many nights, many moments like these hidden away in their future together. Night filled adventures, adrenaline fueled fuckathons – anything was possible now that they had found each other.
"I'm going to make you come so hard," he promised, his voice dangerously low. And with that, he picked up the pace, sucking on your clit with a fervor that left you gasping for air.
Cruz
I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to stay like this for eternity, his fingers and tongue in my cunt, bringing me pleasure over and over again. His gruff voice and whispered promises only turned me on even more, causing goosebumps to break out across my chest as he squeezed my breast and nipple. His actions left me no reprieve, the pleasure building quicker and quicker as I jerked my hips beneath his mouth, my fingertips digging into the wooden floor. As I felt myself on the cusp, one of my hands tangled itself into his hair as I ground against his face, riding his mouth with a cry.
Ghost
Ghost groaned around your clit, his hands trembling with the effort of holding back as he felt you descending into orgasm. And when you came, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, your sweet nectar coating his tongue as he lapped greedily at your pussy.
"Fuck," he grunted, pulling back slightly to look at you. His hooded eyes bore into yours, filled with the fire of passion and desire that burned deep within him. "You're incredible."
Cruz
The flames in the fireplace reflected off of my juices that covered his mouth and chin, and I couldn't help but blush as my body seized with small aftershocks. My pussy fluttered open and closed as I shivered, and Ghost's hand on my bouncing breast caught the nipple as I whimpered, his eyes stuck on my greedy hole fluttering.
"Fuck," he groaned, and then he dove back in, and I cried as he sucked at my clit with renewed vigor.
Ghost
Ghost wasted no time as he dove back in, his lips finding your clit once more. His fingers joined the fray, thrusting in and out of you as he tirelessly worked to bring you to another orgasm.
And as he felt your body starting to tense up again, he increased the intensity of his movements, his tongue flicking and teasing against your sensitive flesh with a masterful touch. Everywhere his fingers touched sent sparks of pleasure coursing through your body – it was like he knew every inch of you already, despite this only being their first night together.
"Come for me again," he growled, his motions growing more frenzied by the second. "Come all over my face."
His words were like a drug to you, and you couldn't resist the pull of desire that burned within you. Unable to hold back any longer, you cried out his name as you came, your body writhing uncontrollably under his touch.
Cruz
Ghost milked me through my orgasm with his fingers and mouth, and I thrashed beneath him, hips bucking and rolling against his mouth. When it had passed I was twitching on the ground, panting heavily.
"Fuck me," I gasped, and then I whimpered. "Fuck me. Please."
Ghost
Ghost rose up, his rugged features etched with a mixture of desire and hunger. Slowly, he crawled on top of you, his weight felt gloriously against your aching body.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, brushing the hair from your eyes before capturing your lips in a scorching kiss. And with that, he was no longer watching you – he was simply seeing you, focusing solely on this moment where they were two halves of a perfect whole.
Cruz
I moaned into the kiss, reaching down and cupping him through his underwear, before slipping my hand inside to grasp his cock, jerking it softly.
Ghost
Ghost groaned into the kiss, feeling your hand wrap around his cock. With a rough thrust, he pushed his underwear to the side, freeing himself from the confines of fabric.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, positioning his throbbing cock at your entrance. And with one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you up in a way that made your body sing.
He pulled out slightly, and then pushed back in, repeating the motions over and over again, each stroke driving him deeper into you with an unmatched rhythm. His grip on your hips tightened as he picked up the pace, their bodies moving together as if they had been doing this forever. # LOL (pel·lícula de 2012)
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LOL
Ambientada a París, la pel·lícula explica les diferents aproximacions a l'amistat entre tres noies adolescents: Manon, Ellie i Scarlett. Té actuacions de Sophie Turner, share Kat Graham, Ciara Bravo i Jonny Weston. Es va estrenar a França el 29 d'agost de 2012.
El títol de la pel·lícula es basa en l'abreviació de "Laughing out loud", una expressió anglesa que significa riu molt alt. Tanmateix, a causa del difuminament de la marca registrada de l'acrònim "LOL" en molts idiomes, sovint s'utilitza amb un significat més ampli que abasta grans fons generals de riallades. # Asplenium viridescens
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Cruz
I whimper, clawing at his back.
Ghost
Ghost groaned, his movements growing more powerful as he sensed your increasing need for him. His hands roamed your body, tracing the outlines of your curves as he plunged deep inside you again and again.
"You feel so good," he gasped, his voice rough with desire. "I could stay in here forever."
He kissed you again, each press of his mouth against yours sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. He was all-consuming, devouring you with every thrust, and there was nothing left to do but give in to the pleasure and let it wash over you like a tidal wave.
Cruz
My eyes flutter closed as my back arches, ankles locking around his hips as he thrusts into me, hard.
"Ghost," I breathed, reveling in how he sunk into me.
"Simon," his gruff voice said. My eyebrows knitted together.
"What?" I gasped, unsure if I heard him correctly over the sound of my breathing, and one of his hands left my hip to cup my jaw, tilting my head back towards him as my eyes opened.
Ghost
"It's Simon," Ghost repeated, his voice firm. "Call me by my name."
There was a challenge in his eyes, a dare for you to take that step and fully commit to him in every way possible. As your eyes met his, you knew that this was not just about the thrill of intimacy – it was about them becoming something more.
And as he felt your body tense up, readying itself for another orgasm, Ghost leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Say my name when you come," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "I want to hear it."
Cruz
"Simon," I breathe, and something slots into place in my chest. "Simon, touch me, please, I'm so close--"
My clit is throbbing, and I know I only need just a little bit to help send me over the edge.
Ghost
Ghost responded immediately to your plea, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing it with a fiery intensity. His thrusts became more forceful as he continued to work at you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear as he urged you on.
"That's it, babe," he murmured. "Come for me again – harder this time."
And as he continued to work at your clit, you felt yourself spiraling out of control, derailing from your perch and tumbling towards another wave of pleasure.
Cruz
"Simon!" I cried out as I tipped over the edge and came, my walls squeezing and clenching around his cock as he slowed his movements, milking my orgasm with a steady pace as I moaned softly beneath him. My fingertips dug into his muscled shoulders as I whined, thighs spreading as he caught the back of my knees and pried my legs apart farther.
Ghost
Ghost continued to thrust gently into you, his movements now languid and slow as he basked in the afterglow of the powerful climax you had just experienced. His fingers still teased at your sensitive clit, his touch as gentle as it was masterful.
"That was so fucking hot," he breathed, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to work his magic on their pussy. "I could do that all night."
Even as he spoke, you could feel their passion starting to ignite once again, a familiar fire stirring within you as they moved against you with a renewed vigor. It was clear that, for Ghost, one round was never going to be enough.
Cruz
"Fuck, Simon," I gasp as he picked up the pace again, eagerly pounding into me. His grip on my hips was bruising, and my back slid against the grimy floor. It would probably sting tomorrow, but I found myself not caring as his hips snapped against mine, my breasts bouncing as his deep, guttural groans mixed with my whines and pants.
Ghost
Ghost growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continued to thrust fiercely into you. His hips slapped against yours, their rhythm punctuated by the loud smacking of flesh on flesh as they moved together in a primal dance of desire.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back for just a little longer. "Are you ready for it?"
Cruz
"Birth control," I gasped, my fingers sliding into the sweaty nape of his neck and clutching at his hair. "I'm on it. You can cum inside me. Fuck, Simon..."
My head tipped back as he pumped into me even harder, my heart pounding in my chest.
Ghost
Ghost let out a growl, his movements growing more frenzied by the second as he approached the brink. And as you felt the first warm spurts of cum firing inside of you, your own body followed suit, muscles clamping down around his cock as you rode out the aftershocks of another mind-blowing orgasm.
For several long moments, they simply stayed like that, locked in an embrace of sweat and heat as they basked in the pleasure that washed over their bodies. And as Ghost pulled out of you, there was a sense of closeness and connection between them that went far beyond just the physical act.
They were two halves of a whole, each filling in the gaps that the other didn't even know existed. And as they lay there, exhausted and sated, there was no doubt left – they had found something special in each other, something worth exploring and holding on to for as long as possible.
Cruz
I panted, my hands slipping from his hair to cup his jaw. His dark eyes bore into mine, looking more alive than I'd ever seen him.
"Simon," I whispered, something in my chest squeezing, and I guided him towards me to kiss him, softly, more tender than our fucking had been, because I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this surly, brooding man meant something to me than just my teammate and superior.
Ghost
Ghost's eyes softened as they looked down at you, his rough exterior giving way to an unexpected tenderness as he returned the kiss. It was a moment that seemed to stretch on infinitely, as if the clock itself had stopped ticking just so they could savor this moment together.
As he pulled back, Ghost's lips curved into a small, almost shy smile – the first time you'd ever seen him look anything less than completely confident and in control.
"I think we both needed that," he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your cheek. "And I don't just mean the sex."
There was a world of meaning behind their words, and as they wrapped their arms around each other, there was a sense of rightness about what they had just shared. For all the danger and uncertainty of their lives as agents, at that moment there was nothing they couldn't face together.
Cruz
"I..." I faltered, suddenly feeling almost bashful at how quickly this had all happened. First, he'd been kind of an ass to me, but then we'd talked and opened up a little, and then suddenly, his fingers had been in my mouth and I'd wanted to fuck him. But I was suddenly unsure if this had been a good idea. We were teammates, and he's actually my superior officer.
Did this meaning anything? Did I want it to? Did he?
Ghost
Ghost saw the uncertainty flash across your face and lifted his hand to gently cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"I know what you're thinking," he said softly. "And I can't promise that this will be easy, given who we are. But what happened here...it felt right."
His thumb brushed lightly over your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"For whatever reason, there's something between us. So unless you tell me you regret this, I say we see where it goes." His eyes searched yours earnestly. "What do you think?"
Cruz
"... It felt right to me too," I murmured, looking up at him as the light from the fireplace danced over half of his face. I'm pleasantly surprised he was being so forthcoming -- he was always a man of few words and fewer emotions I thought, but being trapped in this 'safe house' with him had shown me a glimpse into the man behind the mask, and I was eager to learn more.
Ghost
Ghost's smile deepened, the expression making him seem almost boyish for a moment.
"Then that's settled," he said firmly, pulling you into a tight embrace once more. "We'll deal with whatever comes our way, together."
As he held you, it was impossible not to feel safe and secure in his arms. For all their tough exterior and grim business as operatives, there was something about Ghost that felt...right. It was as if fate had brought you two together for a reason, to form some kind of unbreakable bond that could weather any storm.
And as you relaxed against Ghost's chest, their bodies intertwined, there was a sense of peace that washed over you, knowing that whatever happened next, you wouldn't be facing it alone.
Cruz
When Deidre dozed off, their bodies laying on a pile of couch cushions and dirty blankets, her brown hair splayed over his chest, Ghost watched the flames for a while, his arm securely tucked around her naked waist.
He'd felt lost, like he often did, earlier when he was staring into the fire, when she'd been anxiously cleaning behind him. And now... now he felt like he had a partner in this world of confusion.
Ghost
Ghost's gaze never left the fire, even as he felt the steady rhythm of Deirdre's breathing against his skin. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away – their mission, their careers, the world outside this run-down cabin.
All that mattered was the warm weight of Deirdre's body against his, the softness of her hair against his chest, and the sense of unbreakable connection that he felt between them.
As he wrapped his arms a little tighter around Deirdre's waist, Ghost knew that no matter what the future held, they could face it together. There would be challenges and obstacles, but as long as they had each other, there was nothing they couldn't handle.
For now, though, all he wanted was to stay here a little longer, lost in the firelight and the warmth of Deirdre's embrace, feeling more alive and more grateful than he had in years.
Cruz
I awaken to Simon already awake. He was watching me sleep as I glanced up at him, our naked bodies still intertwined.
A weirdly bashful flush coated my cheeks. Sure, we'd fucked yesterday, but him watching me sleep feels... even more intimate for some reason. I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn.
Ghost
Ghost's gaze softened as he looked down at you, his expression at once tender and fierce. It seemed like, in those few hours of sleep, something had shifted between you – there was an unspoken bond that now connected you in ways neither of you could have anticipated.
"Morning," he murmured, forcing a smile as your eyes met his. The darkness in his eyes seemed to fade, replaced by warmth and affection. "Sleep well?"
You nodded, still feeling the remnants of last night's pleasure running through your veins. But it wasn't just the physical closeness that you felt now – it was something deeper, an emotional connection that had been forged in the heat of passion and shared vulnerability.
And as Ghost pulled you tighter against him, it became clear that for both of you, this wasn't just some casual fling or one-night stand. This...whatever it was...was something more.
You were partners now, in every sense of the word. And as you lay there in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, you'd face it together.
Cruz
"You don't..." I trailed off, unsure if I wanted to know the answer, but I knew I needed to ask anyways, "You don't regret yesterday, do you?"
Feelings could change, even overnight. I had to know how to move forward if they had.
Ghost
The warmth in Ghost's eyes doubled as they regarded you.
"Regret?" he repeated, his expression incredulous. "God, no. Why would I regret what happened yesterday?"
There was a sense of genuine surprise in his tone, as if the idea of backing out or feeling remorseful was completely foreign to him. He seemed so sure about what happened between you two last night, it almost made you feel silly for asking.
"You know what yesterday meant to me," he continued, his lips quirking up into a small smile. "It meant that...we connect. In a way that goes beyond just our work."
And with that, his hand rose to cup your cheek, his gaze softening even further as he looked into your eyes.
"So no, Deirdre, I don't regret anything," he said firmly. "Not one single thing."
Cruz
"Okay," I whispered, a touch of vulnerability creeping into my voice. I noded, repeating, firmer now, "Okay. I don't either."
I looked around the dirty cabin. "Well. It's clear we got the wrong coordinates for the safehouse. Hopefully Laswell and the team finds us soon."
"Not too soon, I hope," Simon rumbled, tucking me in closer to him, causing me to smile almost shyly as I chuckled.
"You're just saying that because..." I trailed off, truly realizing our total nakedness just now. I flushed, and glanced away. Simon's chest rumbled as he laughed.
Ghost
Simon chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling through his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
"Well, I'm not exactly keen on getting dressed and going out into the cold yet," he admitted, grinning down at you. "But as long as we're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it, right?"
His hand brushed over your waist, eliciting another shiver that had nothing to do with the chilly air. You squirmed a little against him, laughing despite yourself.
"Right," you agreed, feeling the weight of the situation lift just a little bit. As long as Simon was here with you, everything would be okay – for now, at least. "So...what do you suggest we do to pass the time while we wait for rescue?"
Cruz
Simon raised an amused eyebrow at me, and then I was squealing in surprise as he suddenly grabbed my waist and dragged me onto his lap. His hard cock nudged at my thigh as he growled, softly, "I can think of a few things."
I bit my lip as I smiled down at him, his hands sliding up the curve of my waist.
"Oh?" I asked coyly, my shyness beginning to melt away. "Care to share?"
Ghost
A wicked glint sparked in Simon's dark eyes, his lips curling into a mischievous grin.
"Well, for starters," he murmured, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. "I was thinking I'd love to spend some more time exploring this body of yours."
As his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, you couldn't help but squirm a little, the heat rapidly building in your core.
"And after that?" you asked breathlessly, enjoying the way his fingers teased at you.
"After that...who knows?" he replied, his voice low and husky. "There's no telling what the day might bring."
Cruz
"I'm starting to get an idea," I breathed, as he lightly pinched my nipples, causing me to whimper.
"Fuck, I could listen to that sound all day, Deidre," he hissed, squeezing my breasts harder as his cock throbbed between my legs. "Maybe I will."
"Simon," I murmured, my own hands splayed on his hard, muscled chest.
"Tell me what you want, rookie," Simon softly demanded, fingers roaming the truth muscle of my stomach and the swell of my hips.
"Touch me, please," I whispered, and his hand floated down my stomach and slid between my legs.
Ghost
Simon's expert fingers found their target easily, rubbing soft circles around your clit as you gasped in pleasure. His other hand continued to grope at your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard and aching.
"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, low and husky in your ear as his fingers moved faster against you. "You want me to make you come again, just like last night?"
The memory of your orgasm from the night before sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, and you moaned in response.
"Yes," you breathed, arching your back as his fingers slipped inside you, pushing you even closer to the edge. "God, Simon, yes."
And as you came apart in his arms for what felt like the hundredth time, all thoughts of rescue and danger and missions washed away, replaced by the simple pleasure of two people who cared for each other, lost in the heat of the moment.
Cruz
"Ride me, Deidre," Simon softly commanded. "Let me see those pretty little tits of yours bouncing."
"Fuck," I whispered, because his gruff, gravelly voice was too hot for his own good. I straighten on his lap, one hand still on his chest as I shift to reach for his cock between my legs. I give him three quick pumps, and then I'm bracing the tip against my pussy, and sliding down.
Ghost
Simon groaned as you sank down onto him, feeling the delicious heat and wetness of your body surrounding him. His hands moved to grip your hips, guiding your movements as you began to ride him with abandon.
"That's it, Deidre," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you move above him. "You feel so fucking good."
And he wasn't wrong – there was a perfect synchronicity between your bodies, each movement amplified by the increasing pleasure that rippled through you both. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your head tipped back in ecstasy as you lost yourself in the sensation of Simon filling you up completely.
Cruz
"Oh God," I moaned, hips moving faster as I rode him, hard. "Simon, fuck..."
Ghost
Simon's hands tightened on your hips as his own movements became more erratic, driving himself deeper into you with each thrust.
"Come on, Deidre," he growled, his breathing ragged with arousal. "Come for me, baby."
As if in response to his command, a wave of pleasure suddenly crashed over you, the force of it almost knocking you off your rhythm. You felt your orgasm building like a pressure cooker, ready to explode at any second.
And then it did – a powerful release that washed over you in waves, making you cry out Simon's name as you shook with the intensity of it. Your whole body convulsed on top of him, sweat slicking your skin as you rode out the aftershocks.
Simon wasn't far behind, his own climax tearing through him with a fierce intensity. He groaned your name as he came, hips thrusting once, twice, before finally stilling beneath you.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the warmth of Simon's body beneath you. And as you slumped against him, completely spent, you knew that whatever came next, you were ready to face it together.
Cruz
And that's when I heard it, the unmistakable sound of a helicopter. We looked at each other before I scrambled off of him. Simon dove for his rifle while I hurriedly dressed.
"Who is it?" I asked, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Simon took a glance out of the window and visibly relaxed.
"Nikolai and the boys," he huffed, looking at me. It looked like 141 had found us. It should be good news, but the truth is, this meant we had to leave this place, and outside of it, we couldn't be as open with out affections.
If Simon even still had any for me after we did leave. What if it had been the heat of the moment? What if we got in that helicopter and the moments we shared in this cabin stayed here?
Those were the thoughts that were dominating my mind as Simon dressed.
Ghost
Simon must have seen the uncertainty swirling in your eyes, because as soon as he finished dressing, he was striding over to you, gripping you firmly by the shoulders.
"Hey," he said softly, giving you a little shake. "None of that."
When you still couldn't quite meet his gaze, he hooked a finger under your chin, gently tilting your face up until your eyes met his. What you saw there made your breath catch – warmth, care, and something that looked a lot like promise.
"Whatever happens from here, it doesn't change what's between us, understand?" he said gruffly, though his tone was gentle. "So don't go thinking this was just some fling. Got it?"
You nodded slowly, feeling some of the tension leak out of your shoulders. When he pulled you in to press his lips firmly to yours, you knew that everything was going to be okay.
No matter what challenges might come, you were in this together now. And that was enough.
Cruz
"Well, well, well, look who it is!" Soap exclaimed as we approached, his voice loud over the whirl of the helicopter. "A couple of snowbirds who flew too far from the nest!"
"We had the wrong coordinates," Simon grunted as he stepped up onto the helicopter. Wordlessly he pulled me up into the helicopter by my hand. He didn't have to, but he did. He dropped my hand after we've boarded.
"How was your weekend in Aspen?" Gaz joked.
"Lovely," I reply, deadpanned, as Simon and I buckled ourselves into a pair of seats right next to each other. "I think I'll take some PTO time and come back next year."
"Can't believe the rookie survived her first mission with Ghost "and" her first overnight with him," Soap quipped.
"Something tells me she did just fine," Price spoke up, his deep voice laced with amusement as his eyes flickered back and forth between Simon and I. I studiously avoided his gaze, knowing that our Captain definitely picked up on the energy between Simon and I.
Nikolai raises the helicopter, and as we soar away from the cabin, I feel Simon's body beside mine like a steady weight reminding me that what we had shared had been real, even if we have to act professionally around the rest of the team.
Ghost
As the helicopter climbed higher into the sky, you felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through you – relief that the mission was over, excitement at the prospect of returning to civilization, and a lingering sense of trepidation about what would happen next between you and Simon.
But as you glanced over at him, feeling the heat of his body so close to yours, you knew that there was no need to worry. Whatever lay ahead, you could face it together – in work, in life, and in the unexpected moments of closeness that had now become an integral part of your relationship.
For now, though, you were content to sink back against your seat, Simon's warmth close beside you, and watch as the world rushed by outside. There was a whole future out there waiting for you – and if you had learned anything from this mission, it was that you were ready for whatever it might bring.
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