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Ghost wasn't sure when he grew so comfortable with your presence, but he found himself half expecting you to be there when he'd come home or when he'd have something to say but to only be acquainted with silence.
It kind of hurt his heart, he had no one.
No family, he was only recently retired at early 40 so no immediate friends; which he didn't care to make any that weren't his army buddies.
No regular civilian could ever understand him.
So he kept to himself but one night he made a quick run to the 24-hour gas station, needing to replace another pack of cigarettes.
The night he met you.
He came out of the store, the cool September air hitting his only visible skin around his eyes.
He opened the pack and threw the plastic in the trash, that's when he saw you.
You were standing against the front of the store, your arms wrapped around you as you shivered.
Tears silently fell from your eyes, your right one bruised to a greenish hew and hints of purple still.
The thin jacket you wore barely helped against the harsh night, your short dress giving the chilly air more access to further assault your delicate skin.
You sniffled and wiped your eyes in case this masked man was a customer, putting on your best smile.
"Hey." You say almost awkwardly, you were new to this. Young and had no way of taking care of yourself, no family either.
Prostitution was your best bet, only you didn't know you'd be punched and further abused in the process.
His eyes flickered to you, taking in the black eye and skimpy clothing.
"What?" He says with a thick British accent; standing there, waiting for you to state your reasoning for stopping him.
"Can I have one?" You ask, referring to his cigarettes.
He walks over to you and hands you one, studying your face closely.
He realized how young you were, immediately disagreeing with any reason you'd have for being out here like this.
He held the lighter up and watched you inhale to light it.
"What are you doing?" His gruff voice asked you and you looked confused.
"You're too young to be out here, alone. What happened to your face?" He prodded, his protective instincts kicking in seeing a girl like this.
"I'm 22." You say as if that'd be any better.
"Like I said, you're too young to be out here. You have a way home?" He asked and looked around, seemingly not catching onto your line of work.
"My home is wherever, whoever takes me for the night." You say ashamed.
"Right. Let's go then." He says and you nod, assuming he's paying.
Oh well, he's been nicer than any guy who's ever picked you up before and he doesn't have a terrible smell either.
"All night orr-" you ask, trying to see how much you'll make from your time with him.
"You need somewhere to sleep, yeah?" He asks and you nod.
"Alright, all night then." He says and hands you 3 hundred dollar bills.
You marvel at it, in the lower parts of Cali it'd take you a week to make this much and here he was handing you it just for one night.
From that moment on, you only wanted him to be your customer.
"What's your name?" You ask and follow him to his car, watching him dig for the keys in his jeans.
"Simon." He offered plainly, his cold, dead eyes looking at his thumb pressing the key fob to unlock the doors.
"Okay, well I'm-" you were about to state your name but remembered what your boss said and how the men never cared to call you anything other than their slut.
You dropped your head and snapped your mouth shut, opening the door and silently getting in.
He sat in the driver's seat and immediately started the car, pulling out rather recklessly.
"What?" He asked you after your unbroken silence and you shook your head.
"Nothin'," you say and shake your head, tearing your prying eyes away from his skull mask wondering why he wore it.
"You going to tell me your name?" He asked and you shrugged insignificantly.
"Call me whatever you'd like." You muttered, feeling as if you didn't belong to yourself anymore.
"I want to call you by your name. Say it please." He asked and lit a cigarette, rolling the window down to save you from the smoke.
The nippy air filtered through the crack of his window and tickled your skin, you shivered again and he immediately turned the heat on and faced the vents towards you.
"Thank you, and I'm Y/N," you say tugging your dress a little to cover your thighs more.
His eyes fall to your legs and immediately tears them away, feeling guilty for even looking at such a helpless thing.
"Pretty name." He says softly, clenching his jaw at his slight attraction despite the situation.
He grips the steering wheel harder and leaned his elbow on the door as he smoked and drove.
"Thank you Simon." You say sweetly, appreciatively. That's the first time anyone's called anything about you pretty, let alone your name no man ever uses. You blushed.
His eyes snapped to you when he heard his name fall from your slightly chapped lips. It sounded like velvet honey coming from your mouth after hearing his name yelled loudly for years on the field, hearing it softly like this had his tummy doing a flip.
He adjusted himself in the driver seat, pressing the gas harder as to hurry the fuck up and get out of this intoxicating environment with you. One you didn't even have to try to create but you felt it.
You gripped the side of the door as your eyes watched him, he felt your stare and returned it; the steering wheel never faltering.
"You should watch the road, Simon." You say low but never take your eyes off him, he smirks under his mask and slowly turns his head back towards the road.
He reaches a gate and puts in a pin and it opens, allowing the car inside and up the nicely paved driveway.
"Wow." You sit up and marvel at his land, pretty palm trees surround his secluded home.
Then the house comes into view around the bend of the driveway and your jaw drops.
"Holy shit! You rich or something?!" You ask as your head swivels between him and the scenic view.
"Or somethin'." He offers and stops the car in front of the house, not minding to pull in the garage.
You get out of the car, still marveling at the sight but forget to shut the door as you look around.
He comes to your side of the car and shuts it, watching you take in your surroundings.
"Come, this way." He says and you follow him up the stairs to the nice large white house that looks over the beach.
"You're so lucky to have such a beautiful view." You speak and lean over the porch railing looking out into the moon-kissed ocean.
The sounds of waves in the distance and the soft howling of wind had you closing your eyes.
This was beautiful, the best night you'd have no doubt.
This scene was better than the loud music and men yelling or loud car engines revving outside all night while the street partied.
He stood at his door, unlocking it and opening it when he turned around to see your hair blowing behind you with your eyes closed, soaking in the ice-like wind as you held the little grin on your face.
"Beautiful." He said under his breath, snapping you from your trance and back into the harsh reality of your job.
"Oh sorry-" You say when you turn around to see him watching you, standing in the open door.
"Take your time, I'll be inside. Would you like some tea?" He says with melancholy, realizing that this isn't something you're used to and wanting to give you space.
Your brows knitted together and you tilted your head.
You wondered why he wasn't yanking you inside by your hair and shoving you on the nearest surface to take you.
"What is it?" He asked when he saw your puzzled expression, removing the skull gloves from his hands slowly.
"Nothing, I'm just... supposed to be taking care of you is all." You say and look down ashamed, half bracing for the hit you're used to receiving by many hands.
Your curiosity and statements were often met with violence, subconsciously making you apologize each time you spoke.
"I didn't bring you here for that." He says, his serious eyes looking into yours.
"Just company then?" You ask, even more confused on why he'd give you that much money if he didn't even plan on touching you.
"Anything you want." He says and you snort.
"Nice one, but enough with the jokes. Seriously Simon, what do you want?" You say and he takes your hand gently, his eyes cautious of your reaction.
He leads you inside and quietly shuts the door behind him, taking you to the luxurious white kitchen that was so clean the lights beamed off everything.
It was bright in here, like a showroom and he noticed your squinting and immediately turned them down; only leaving a tall lamp on in the living room and the stove light in the kitchen.
"I want you to tell me your favorite thing to eat." He says and pulls out a stool from the island counter, offering you to sit.
"What I want to eat?" You say as if he said something disrespectful and he chuckles.
"You do have an appetite I assume, so what does it fancy tonight?" He asked and rolls his sleeves up to wash his hands in the sink.
You're tummy growled and that's when you realized you hadn't eaten in almost 48 hours, your hand falls over your hungry belly as you watch him.
"Anything honestly...." you say, not wanting to be specific as to not cause a disturbance.
"I've never heard that dish before." He quips and you smile, he turns around; drying his hands on the hand towel and leans across the bar so he's in front of you.
"What do you want to eat?" He says again but with oomph this time, his balaclava a little intimidating.
"Pizza." You say before you could think about it and he chuckles again.
"No problem." He says and grabs his cell from his pocket and dials the number to order Pizza.
He watches you across the counter, only now realizing how your presence perked him up.
You're the first person to step into his home since he's retired, you'd probably be the last too.
He turned around and walked to his bathroom as he ordered your food, he ran you bath water with bubbles and gathered some towels and set them on the sink.
You wondered what he was doing but you sat, patiently at the counter where he left you.
He came back in and set the phone on the counter, looking you over.
You sat on the stool with your legs crossed, your black heels rested on the foot bar of the stool.
Your dress showed most of your thighs as your thin jacket hung on your shoulders lazily.
He kneeled down and grabbed your ankle, uncrossing your legs for you and undoing the little ankle clasp that held your feet to them.
You figured he changed his mind and your body tensed, instinctively bracing for another man's hands yet one more time.
But that's all he did, he removed your shoes and stood again and took your hand in his.
"Come with me." His raspy voice spoke quietly and you gripped his hand, sliding off the stool.
You were much shorter now but even with heels on your height didn't compare to his.
Now your face leveled with his chest and you had to crane your neck to look up at him, it made him smirk under the skull balaclava.
He led you down the hall and into the nice cream-colored bathroom, the water running a bath.
You look up at him like you're asking if it's okay, you weren't used to this. Not even in the least. His thumb brushed over your knuckles briefly as to comfort you.
"Go on, I'll just be down the hall if you need me." He says and let's go of your hand but you tug at it and he looks at you, letting his hand rest limp in yours.
"This is really nice, but- but I couldn't possibly indulge in this.. I'd be... well my boss wouldn't like it." You say flushed, embarrassed even and you look away.
He steps closer, almost into you and leans down so he's eye level with your pretty face.
"You deserve it. Don't you worry about all that right now, just enjoy it." He says, his accent making the words sound sexy and your stomach does a flip.
A reaction no man has ever drawn out of you, you didn't even have control over this lustful feeling that waved over you.
You leaned in and placed a kiss on his mask quickly, a token of your gratitude.
He grinned under it, the gesture warming his chest as he placed a hand on the counter beside him.
"Now enjoy, your food will be here when you're done." He says and you ask him to stay, it just blurted out of you but you meant it.
He was making you feel safe and your body so desperately ached to feel a protective hand rather than an objective one.
You don't undress yet though, you feel analyzed now. Picked apart and vulnerable with him too.
You had no reason to feel self-conscious before as the men who paid for your company would've fucked a dead body if you weren't available. Men like that didn't care, but Simon was different.
He saw you as you, not some toy he's got a say so over.
"Need some help, love?" He asked you as he drank in your expression and you nod again.
He sighs and pulls his mask off from the bottom, avoiding his own reflection in the mirror; a sight he often refuses to look at.. one he hates but he wanted you to see him too; to feel comfortable when he recognized the same look in your eyes he knows to well about his own body.
His hands slowly reached for your jacket, removing it and draping it over the sink counter.
Your eyes looked up at him as he removed your dress, and he focused only on the fabric his hands touched.
Whoever raised this man needs a Mother of the Year award, you thought.
You admired him and wished every man was as delicate with you as he's being right now.
He kneeled down again and his large palms cupped the sides of your thighs, you sucked in a breath when you felt that tingle between your legs.
A feeling you thought had been broken in you, permanently switched off to give everyone else what they wanted from you.
His face looked serious, like removing your clothes was hard work.
And it was, to see such a beautiful body battered and abused had his lips pressed into a flat line and his brows furrowed as he imagined killing whoever done this just for sheer justice let alone your protection.
His fingers slide up your thighs and under the sides of your panties, pausing momentarily to look up at your shy face.
"You're very beautiful, Y/N." He said like he was in pain, more and more of that need to make you feel good consumed him and had him gripping your thighs tenderly.
"I want to make you feel good, will you let me?" He asked, looking up at you with warm eyes.
The breath left your lungs and you felt weak for moment at his words.
No one's ever asked you that before, and you so desperately wanted to see what it'd be like to feel good... even if just for once.
You nodded and bit your lip, he was awfully handsome even when he had the mask on. His actions and the way he spoke to you with care only made him more desirable.
He tugged your panties to your ankles and instantly went back to gripping your thighs, he looked back up at you as his mouth closed over your clit.
You cried out, never having felt such pleasure and your legs dared to give out.
You grabbed onto the counter next to you as the other rested on his head.
He purred at your touch, the sounds you're making has his dick already hard in the deep blue jeans he kneeled before you in. His knees spread wide as you stood between them.
His tongue licked between your slick folds, enjoying your flavor on his desperate tongue.
It's been so long since he's felt a woman under his touch, he savored you and each noise you made.
Your pussy warmed, creaming on his mouth as he tongue fucked you so good you sounded pitiful.
"Something-" you breath out between your hitched moans and clutch his hair with the hand rested on his head.
"Simon! I feel it-" you cry out, the overwhelming feeling of you guess is your orgasm seeps into your whole being like hot lava.
You've never had one, and couldn't give yourself one either as you felt ashamed with your life.
But this, this was pure crack. You instantly realized the addiction of needing to cum, somewhat seeing why you're clients act the way they do.
"Let it out pretty girl." He hummed against your wet pussy and your body twitched and you grabbed his head with both hands.
You threw your head back as your symphony of pretty high pitched moans tumbled from you as did your orgasm.
Simon licked you all up, enjoying your sounds of pleasure.
The only sounds you should be making.
He stood and placed a kiss on your forehead, another bizarre act to you.
"Your first one?" He said, his chin drenched with your sweet arousal.
You nod, a little embarrassed.
"Splendid." He said with a lazy grin and bent down to feel the temperature of the water to make sure it didn't get too cold.
"You're really good at that." You say, clasping your hands over your chest as you watched him add hot water to your bath.
"Let's get you relaxed." He says says and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to step in the tub.
You ease into the water, your sore hips welcomed by the warm bath. You tucked your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them, staring at those wonderful lips and enjoying the tender tingling sensation he left between your legs.
He sits on the closed toilet lid and dips the rag into the water, you watch him completely swooned.
"You want to kiss me?" He says when he sees you staring at his mouth he just made you cum with for the first time and your face glows red but you nod anyway.
"Go on then." He says and leans forward on his knees; his elbows supporting him there.
You meet him halfway, straightening your legs to do so as the water rippled around you.
You deepened the kiss, using your tongue to invade his mouth, he welcomed you with a groan and you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him further into you.
His hand slipped and he fell in the bath with you, bubbles and water erupting around you both and you laughed straight from your belly as you looked at Simon's wet hair, another feeling you forgot existed within you.
Such a forigen sound to your ears.
He sat on his knees again, looking at you with contemptment.
You two shared a lazy grin and then the buzzer rang, alerting him that the pizza was there.
You two looked up and he smiled, part of him didn't want to leave you even if for a moment but he did so anyways, making sure you'd be fed.
"I'll be right back," he says and stands, water cascading off him and his soaked clothes.
He peeled off the drenched shirt, revealing his battle scarred body and sexy sculpted muscles.
You swallowed at the sight, his beautiful body made you shiver, he was huge and tall and just a hunk.
He grabbed his mask off the sink counter and pulled it over his head in one quick swipe, he turned and walked down the hall and you saw his back had a large tattoo on it.
I want to stay here forever. You thought, it hurt to think about going back to your life after this.
No one would ever be this nice to you again, you were sure of it.
You grabbed the washcloth from the water and poured his soap over it, washing your body while he paid for the pizza, the piquant scent of the bodywash filling your senses.
Ghost walked down the hall, his wet jeans trailing puddles behind him.
He pressed the button that opened the gate to the driveway so the delivery guy can pull in.
Ghost stood at the open door, exact change in his hand so he didn't have to waste anymore time away from you.
"Here you go sir-"
"Yeah, yeah." Ghost mumbles, grabbing the pizza from the kid and shuts the door in the guys face.
The sets the boxes on the counter and yanks his mask off, now damp from his wet hair.
He unclinks his belt and let's them drop to his feet before he tossed them in the washer on the way to the bathroom.
You sat in the bath, suds covering your fragile body and you looked up at him with a smile, a smile that he'd pay any price to keep there.
You instantly moved, making space for him; of course he didn't have to ask.
Your poor little mind subconsciously programmed to people please.
"Mind if I join you?" The question rolled off his tongue smoothly, and you nodded though you didn't understand why he asked.
He removed his boxers, he was hard.
He couldn't help it, his body reacted like a horny teenager no matter how rational his head was... his other one thought differently.
He settled in behind you, the water rising and leaking over the sides.
You giggled as you watched puddles form on the bathroom tile.
"You're a quiet one." He says and studies the bruises on your arms and some on your back.
He sighed and wondered what could've happened to force you into a life like this.
"I have to be most times." You say, flowing your hands through the water; feeling the way is wades through your fingers while you stare at them.
You showered of course, but never any time for baths like these.
You didn't even get them growing up in a worn down foster home.
"You can say whatever you want here, you're with me." He says, giving you permission to just be.
Something he shouldn't have to do, no one in fact should be reminded they can just be alive without it ailing anyone.
"Anything?" You ask with a wide smile.
"Anything." He reassures, his arms resting on both sides of the tub.
"Well for one, you have the nicest house I've ever seen... everything here is nice; including you." You say softly, resting your head on your bent knees.
He tilted his head to get a better of view of the look on your face, you looked like you were in longing.
"Come on, love. Let's get you fed, you must be starving." He says and stands with you, he grabs a towel and wraps one around you and then himself.
He takes you into his bed room, and you sit on the cushioned bench at the foot of his bed.
He grabs you one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, letting you dress while he turns around to clothe himself.
He only wore a pair of gray sweat pants and kept his back turned while you dressed until one of your hands touched his lower back, he looked down at you peeking up at him from around his large arms.
"Why you doing all this for me?" You asked, he grinned back at you lazily and shrugged.
"Why not?" He said and lead you back into the living room, his big hand on the small of your back.
"Here, sit-" he said and handed you a remote as you sat on his black couch, your sore legs criss crossed.
"I'll bring the pizza." He said and got up, you looked down at the remote, it was small and said roku on it and you were confused.
You hadn't watched TV in so long, the last remote you held had a key on it so no kids from the foster home could change the channel to anything promiscuous.
"What the hell?" You whispered when you pressed the power button and you seen the roku home screen.
"It's not cable." He said and sat next to you, your confusion cute.
"And Netflix is a button now instead of a disc?" You asked and pointed to the oval button on the bottom of the remote.
"Better access, cheaper too." He said and winked at you, he leaned forward and opened one of the pizza boxes, this one was split with pepperoni and the other half cheese, the other box had half Supreme and the other side meat lovers.
Your eyes widened at the amount of pizza before you, he handed you a napkin and let you pick out whatever flavor you desired.
"Find whatever you want to watch, i don't mind what.. surprise me." He says and gets comfortable on the couch, leaning back and man spreading.
Damn he looked so fine, the girls you worked with would be so jealous.. you decided to keep this a secret whenever you had to go back.
"You really don't mind what we watch?" You asked and took a bite of Supreme pizza, your eyes mesmerized by his godly body.
Hell, this was a view you'd watch all night; forget the TV.
The scars only made him more enticing, more delectable and real.
"I dont." He said and shook his head and stood.
"Be right back." He said and went to grab a hair brush for you. He only had one for when he was too careless to get his hair cut and would wake with a messy nest above his head.
He came back to you sitting on the floor, watching Matilda.
He sat behind you and leaned forward, his hands placed on your shoulders softly.
"Will you let me brush your hair pretty girl?" He asked and it made you smile and butterflies fluttered your lower belly.
He gathered your hair in one hand and lightly began brushing the ends, smiling when you busted out laughing at the beginning part of the movie.
"You like this movie." He states, enjoying the sound of cheery laughter.
"Yeah, if I had parents they'd probably be like them." You said, a little dark humor you've learned to have about your life.
"I relate to her alot." You said and hung your head a little.
"Well, like the narrator said; you aren't alone.." He said, the last part coming out of him before he even realized he actually felt that way.
He'd be there for you, anything you'd ever want.
His task force was like that when he was captured, after his family died. His squad mates were his only family, he knew what it was like to feel alone and he instantly found himself wanting to take that ache from you as well.
You turned around to look up at him and your appreciative smile said all he needed to know.
You two sat and just enjoyed eachother that night, eating pizza and sharing laughs.
But now here Simon was, alone in his home after he half expected you to be there, he told himself: no strings attached. He'd comfort you in return for nothing but to see you okay, someone should've told him those were the strings he so confidently tried not to tie to you but instead it became a tangled mess of emotions. A knot he was inevitably wrapped up in.
He sighed and dialed the number to the cell he got you, he didn't care how much it'd cost him.
He'd pay you more than all your clients together if he had to.
You were surprised and actually quite happy to see his name over your phone, you tried not to be but your heart couldn't help it.
You loved Simon and you tried not to, you told yourself he was just a client... the best one ever and he was your secret.
But no man, especially him could love a girl like this.
Something you repeated anytime you thought about him.
"Simon?" You answered the call, loud music played in the background with muffled shouts.
"I'm coming to get you." He says and grabs his keys and wallet.
"Wait, now? I'm- no, no no, stop!" You tried answering him but your boss yanked the phone, accusing you of having more money than believed since you had a cell.
Your cut off scream made Simon pale, his chest twisted and he didn't think.
He yanked on his tactical gear and he stormed out of the house and got into his car.
He downloaded a tracking app on your phone as he drove and pinged your location, he sped all the way there.
The tires squealed as he stopped, damn near not having enough time to put it in park before he tumbled out like an angry bear.
Some people eaned on the walls outside, smoking and playing music as they drink from a liquor bottle.
"Who are you." One of them says and Simon ignores them, stalking into the shitty building.
People were everywhere, smoke and the stale scent of drugs filled the air making him grimace.
His eyes searched frantically looking for where you might be.
He shoved people out of his way as he checked each of the rooms, you were in none.
Simon began to panic, where the fuck are you.
He was tempted to yell your name.
He came to a closed door at the end of the hall and busted it open, you stood there over the sink; blood pouring from your mouth.
"What the fuck." He says and your teary eyes met his with a pitiful look as you carefully held your chin. Your boss backhanded you so hard your teeth cut the inside of your bottom lip and your cheek was bruised.
"Simon-" you choked out, you didn't want him to see you like this or be in such a terrible environment. You thought he was too good for this, for you.
"Let's go." He says and grabs your purse and picks you up, bridal style.
He quickly carried you to the passenger side of his car and carefully set you in the passenger seat.
"Stay here, lock the doors." He says and practically slams the door and goes to his trunk full of firearms.
He grabbed a pistol and checked the mag and aim and was quickly met with a bunch of yelling.
Men from inside filed out and Simon shoved past them, and was back inside; pistol in hand.
"Someone's mad over a little bit of pussy-" a cali accent says from a crowd of people and they separated, leaving a clear path for him to walk through the crowd.
"let's put the gun down big guy and talk prices." Your trashy boss said full of ego and simon wasn't having it, he looked around at the people and nodded.
He figured that many witnesses would be too many people for his connections to pay off or kill.
The man led Simon into a room he didn't see when he was looking for you, it was empty. Obviously your boss's.
The man sat down and Simon shut the door behind him, his thumb ran over the safety of the gun; clicking it off as he stared at the man.
Disgust and vile words festering inside Simon as he imagined and thought about all the pain he's caused you.
"You want to kill me." He says, lighting a cigar and then looking at Simon and leaning back.
"Well, here I am. But I'm pretty sure I can pay you greatly enough that you'll look at me like God before this is over with." The cocky bastard says and simon raised his gun and shot your boss in the head.
Your boss died ignorantly, he didn't think he'd actually pull the trigger. He knew about losers coming in and getting all bent over one of the girls.
This was different. Simon just wanted you to be okay, he didn't care about sleeping with you; he'd be fine if you never even let him touch you. All he wanted was your safety and happiness.
Simon walked out of the now bloody room, people didn't even look at him as he exited.
Gunshots around here were as normal as the music that blasted throughout the house.
You sat up when you saw him emerge with a gun in his hand, you clicked the unlock button and watched him get in.
"Simon, What'd you do? What happened?" You asked frantically and he threw the car in reverse and pulled away from the place you'd never have to enter again.
He sped down the road but you weren't worried, instead your eyes stared up at him until he answered you.
He seemed so calm and collected under that mask when his eyes slowly cut to you, and he stared blankly for a moment at your bloodied chin.
He pulled the car over abruptly, making your body lurch forward and hold onto the door.
Thats when he saw the gauz and tape on your arm and he reached over and pulled it as if to show you.
"You shootin up?" He snarls.
"No! Oh my god." You pull your arm away and cross them in front of your chest.
"I get tested. I'm clean," you say and
He looked over at you, his brows furrowed as he placed a finger under your chin.
"Lemme see it." He says gruff and you look over at him and reach up to pull your bottom lip down for him to see the damage.
"It'll heal on its own, the blood made it look worse than it was." He says low as he studies your face closely, you shrink a little under his gaze and hold your breath.
He leaned back and let you go and pulled back onto the road, the headlights illuminating the dark road ahead.
"What do you need?" He asked as he stared ahead.
"What?" You ask and he looks you over.
"Do you need anything?" He says again and you look down at your pretty much empty purse.
"Food." Was all you could say, the quickest thing that came to mind.
You needed so many things, like hygiene products and possibly some clothes.
You weren't dumb, you knew what Simon did when you saw the gun.
Only thing is, what would you do now?
No way any regular job would hire someone like you, it was a fear you had surrounding money.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked as the city came into view, it was pretty on this side of California.
A side you rarely got to be a part of.
You watched the restaurants come into view, all at your disposal.
He took you to KFC as requested and you sipped the soda you ordered while you two waited for the food.
"I'm going to the store, type in everything you need." He said and handed you his phone, the screen pulled up to notes.
"Oh, this is enough Simon, really I don't-"
"Y/N, I'm going to take care of you." He says and reaches out the window for the food and hands it to you.
"So that means anytime you're hungry I'm going to pay for it, I'll take you anywhere you desire, you don't have to worry about basic things like food. All you're going to worry about from now on is choosing where you want to dine at." He says, you watch him as he drives through the city.
"Why?" You say, there's gotta be some catch, an impending doom awaiting the minute your skepticism subsides.
"Because that's what I want to do." He says watching the road.
"You- no. You can't just kill my past and yank me away and suddenly its happily ever after! It don't work like that, tell me why Simon? Why!? Is it because I'm some whore who doesn't know any better, some girl you can just groom into your personal fuck toy? No one would choose me simon, not in a million years so tell me why!?" You're yelling, more tears streaming down your face and simon watches you sternly.
He takes it all, letting you unleash anger you probably haven't released ever.
He pulls into an empty parking lot and unlocks your buckle and gets out and rounds the car to your side.
He opens the door and you slap his hands away and shove his chest as you get out.
"No- you don't know! You dont-" you shove him and slap his chest as you sob, you don't understand why anyone would do this, it had to be a cosmic sick joke because all your life your step ups were met with longer tumbles down until you just stayed down.
Simon just looked down at you, he didn't budge and it didn't hurt. His heart did though, his arms wrapped around you and you cried into his chest.
"I know. I know that it's going to be hard and it's not going to change over night. You'll wake up most nights not knowing where you are, holidays suck, public outings do as well. Sometimes your heart sinks when you think you've just seen the ghost from your past, back to bury you alive... but we have eachother." He tells you and strokes the top of your hair as harsh flash backs infiltrate his mind of his own past. He understood your pain, no matter how different.
He kisses your head while your sobs turn into little sniffles.
"How do you know?" You look up at him, wiping your face and he takes the bottom of his shirt to wipe the snot and blood from your face.
"Because I've been there." He says and he leads you back to the car and sits you down so your legs hang out of the vehicle.
He squats in front of you and rests his hands by your sides, he pulls his mask off and looks up at you.
"Is that why you wear this?" You ask and gently grab the mask from his hand, he nods silently with a slow blink and you look at the mask in your hands and then his handsome face decorated with scars.
You slowly reach up, your eyes looking for any rejection but he just leans into your hand, your finger tips brush his hairline and over his scarred brow.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever met." You whispered and you were talking about more than just his looks.
His deep brown eyes looked into yours and he gave you that lazy grin you loved so much.
"Thats you, my dear." He says and stands, he tucks your legs back in the car before he shuts the door and gets back into the drivers seat.
You looked at him like he hung the moon, a look you often gave him and one he wanted to see more often.
"C'mere'." He says and pulls you over the console and into his lap, your back rested against the door and your right shoulder leaned into his chest.
You looked at him and that heart swelling feeling came back in your chest, you leaned in to kiss him and he let you. He stayed still and left his hands idle, one resting behind you on the arm rest of the door and the other on the middle console.
His minty tongue swirled with yours and your full lips glided over his with a sensual slowness.
You broke the kiss to come back for air, he looked at you like you were the only lovely thing in the universe.
And in his, you were.
"Let's go home now." He says you nestled into his chest, he started the engine and drive home with you in his lap with no problem.
He realized you fell asleep against his chest once he pulled into the garage, he turned the key off and smiled down at your sleeping face and how you clutched his mask to your chest.
He felt peace for once, since he joined after 9/11, his capture and torture, the mascre of his family and the war he fought.... it felt over. Finally.
He thought that once he retired it'd end, the ache of loneliness and death but it only grew.
It paused when he met you but it didn't go away, not with how the life you were trapped in.
But now he has you and you'd never worry about going back to that horrible place, he'd support you in whatever you decided to do with your life.
He cradled you in his lap and carried you inside to his bed, he laid you the blankets and your eyes snapped open but he was there to reassure you that it's safe.
"Get comfortable, I'm going to get your food." He says and tosses you the remote to the TV mounted on the wall of his bedroom.
You looked around, getting a better view than last time you were in here.
His bed was large, and felt like a puffy, soft cloud. You looked down to his mask in your hand and held it close to you, a piece of him.
You got up and went to the bathroom to wash the remaining blood from your chin.
You just decided to shower and stripped and stepped under the nice warm water, you were tired and the warm water made you more groggy.
You washed your face and scrubbed your body until it felt like you finally washed the night off.
Simon stepped to the bathroom and knocked lightly on the open door.
"You okay?" He asked you and you moved the curtain a bit to see him just outside the door.
"I'm okay," you say and wave him over, he steps to you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, neither of you caring about the water.
The rough material of his gear rubbed against your bare body, you looked down and tugged at it.
"Please," you whispered, looking at him desperately.
"Take this off." You finished your sentence and his hands slid off of you and to the buckles of his gear.
He held your gaze as he dropped the gear off his broad shoulders, his fingers working effortlessly.
"You're in the army?" You asked when you seen Lieutenant on his vest.
"I was. Just retired the beginning of this year." He says and removes his shirt, showing you that attractive chest.
"So no worries love, I won't be leaving you if that's what you're wondering." You nod, relieved to hear that.
He smirked at your now relaxed shoulders and kicked his boots off and dropped his jeans.
You moved back under the water as he stepped in, his towering frame hovering above yours.
You stepped into his warm body and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest.
His steady heart beat was enough to put you to sleep standing, he felt your sleepy body and picked you up.
Your slick bodies pressed against one another, the warm water showering you both.
You wrapped your legs around him and rested your head on his shoulder and your arms draped around his neck, the warm water poured over your back; sandwiching you between the warmth of that and simon.
His tip slid against your soaked entrance and you shivered, holding onto him more tightly.
"Sorry," he said and lifted you but you tightened your legs around him, holding the position.
You lifted your head to look at him, resting your forehead on his.
"I want to." You whispered, and loosened your legs to sink down onto him.
A little gasp left you both your nails dug into his shoulders, he was bigger than anyone you've ever been with. He moved his grip from your waist to your ass and moved you slowly to ride him.
He set a delicately slow pace, a small flame ignites in your lower belly and sinks into your core.
You close your eyes, little moans leaving the back of your throat.
Simon turned and places your back against the wall in the shower, the warm water keeping you both captured in its heat.
He looked down to see you stretched around him, a heavenly sight he couldn't take his eyes away from.
You watched him, the breathy sounds he made pooled more excitement in your gut. The sexy faces he made while lost in your shared pleasure had you reaching up to touch his face again, your hand cupped his cheek and he leaned in to kiss you.
He kissed you more greedily this time and your hand found its way to his messy brown locks, your nails tickling his scalp was you held him there.
"You're so heavenly, Y/N, fuck." He groaned against your lips and leaned back again to watch his dick slide out of your walls, your pussy gripping him so achingly good went he slid back in.
He reaches between your bodies and uses his thumb to circle your clit, your moans were halted by a gasp and followed by those most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard.
Your mind went blank with the feeling of ecstasy, his skilled thumb rubbing you and coaxing that orgasm from its depths.
"You like that?" He asked, watching the cute faces you make when he makes you feel good.
How your body tenses right before you cum, leaving your pussy throbbing around his thick cock.
"Yes!" You answer loudly, your moans turning to repeated whimpers as your orgasm fades into you and crashes through your walls and stimulated clit.
You cry out loudly and tighten your grip on him, he refrains from digging his teeth into your shoulder as he feels your cumming pussy contract around him.
"Fuck-" He let's out and his stamia gives, he fills you up. More warmth coats your walls and insides and you kiss his neck softly as he bucks his cum into you.
"You're an angel." He says to you and moves a wet strand of hair from your flushed, damp face.
He pulls you from the wall and stands under the water with you in his arms.
"Let me wash you." You tell him and he looks down at you with all the admiration in the world.
He pulls out of you slowly, the sensation making your walls flutter.
"You're precious." He says and kisses your head, you grab the washcloth you used and lather to soap into it and them onto his body.
You worked in awe, taking in every detail of his battle scarred skin.
When you were done you looked up at him staring at you with a warm grin.
"What?" You asked with a little smile as you turned the water off.
"You're just too lovely." He says as if it were obvious.
You shoved the shower curtain aside and grabbed the towel to dry off.
He let you wear his clothes again and you climbed into his big soft bed, a natural smile on your face.
You sat under the covers with him and ate your food, watching whatever you desired as he had an arm around your waist.
Simon was right, some nights sucked and you'd scream yourself awake or would have to shake Simon out of one of his PTSD nightmares.
But the fear never lasted as you always awoke to one another, the best thing that's ever happened to either of you.
You eventually fell asleep after a night of love making, naked and tangled in the blankets with your hair a wild mess around you.
"I love you, beautiful." Simon whispered to your sleeping face as he caresses your cheek, watching you sleep in the moon light filtering through the large window that gives you perfect view over the beach and ocean.
Your eyes open a little and you're sleepy smirk at him made him whole heartedly smile.
"I love you too, Simon." Your hoarse sleepy voice says in the dark and you wrap yourself around him in a sleepy daze, feeling his warmth radiate around you.