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Are you ready, Ghost? Because I am. I've never been more ready for anything in my life. And I think the moment is finally right. I can feel it.
I know you have no idea what's going on inside my head right now — I didn't exactly tell you I heard you that night. I just waltzed right back into the room after washing my hands, feigning total innocence. Just waiting for the right time to pounce.
It didn't stop me from teasing you almost incessantly though. These last two weeks have been near torture for both of us, I think. I've been brushing by you a little closer than usual and letting my gaze linger a little longer. Are you getting the hint yet? I hope so. I hope I’m not about to make a total arse of myself because you really were too hammered to realize what you were saying and never meant it anyways. But I’ve always believed that drunk words are sober thoughts and all that.
So, now here it is, the moment of truth. We’re alone for the first time in weeks and my heart has been in my goddamn throat for hours. The rest of the crew went into town on a supply run and they won’t be back until around midnight. I stayed behind to clean my guns -- you said you were staying behind to catch up on sleep. And that’s true, for the most part. I’m cleaning my guns at the little table in the kitchen, but from where I’m sitting I have a direct line of sight to you sitting on the couch and you are not sleeping. The room is dark, except for the glow of the tv, and you are watching me, quite intently… though it’s a little hard to tell with the mask.
I finish putting my pistol back together and I look over at you. You don’t look away. I smile and cast my gaze down to my hands before taking a deep breath and pushing up from the table. I walk over to where you’re sitting. God, I feel like my heart is thudding hard enough for you to hear it. Maybe you can.
Desperately willing away my awkwardness, I say, “I heard what you said. That night at Alejandro’s.”
You stare up at me with those eyes, so dark I could almost fall right into them. And for one long, endless moment, I am sure you’re about to say ‘What the fuck are you going on about?’. But you don’t. You don’t say a word. Instead, you hold your hand out. I put mine right in it and you close your fingers around my palm. Christ, how have I never noticed how long your fingers are? You tug me forward just hard enough that I stumble and suddenly I am straddling your lap on the couch. I let out a surprised grunt and watch as your eyes dip down to my mouth.
We’re quiet for the span of hours it feels like, but it’s really only seconds. I’m gripping your shoulders and your big hands are holding onto my hips and I just now realize I’ve started to breathe a little harder.
“What did you hear me say?” you ask in that rough voice of yours. It sends shivers down my spine.
I swallow and do my best to speak evenly. “That you wanted to kiss me. Snog me, more precisely.”
Your hands flex on my hips and my trousers feel a little tighter. I move in just a little closer to you.
“You weren’t meant to hear that,” you say. A stone settles heavy in my stomach and I immediately start to pull back. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything.
But you hold me tight. I’m not going anywhere in that grip. “I should have told you myself. When I wasn’t drunk,” you explain.
“So you do want to, then? Kiss me, I mean?”
“What do you think?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.
I smile softly then slowly drag my hands from your shoulders up the sides of your neck. My fingers just barely graze the bottom of your balaklava. I look to your eyes and hesitate, waiting for permission. You give me the barest hint of a nod. My chest tightens with an emotion I’m not yet ready to name.
I roll your mask up, just enough to expose your mouth. You watch me closely the whole time. I catch my breath when I uncover the bottom half of your face. Your lips draw my gaze immediately. They are so full and plush, I feel like I certainly must be dreaming. I can wait no longer to feel them, to taste them. To taste you.
Curling forward, I wet my lips, then tentatively press them to yours. We stay like that for a moment, close mouthed, just breathing. The scent of gun oil and your aftershave permeates the air around us, making me lightheaded. And then my tongue breaks the seal and my hands on your jaw gently coax your mouth open. And I finally, finally get that taste I have been craving for so fucking long.
You moan right into my open mouth and I swallow up the sound eagerly. Your tongue slides in, licking deep for your own taste. It slips alongside mine, then up to the roof of my mouth, then across my teeth. You’re exploring me slowly and it is just about enough to drive me out of my goddamn mind. I draw your bottom lip between my teeth and bite down gently.
Your hands move from my hips up to my back, roaming over every inch of me. I grind down onto your lap and your fingers fist in my shirt. I deepen our kiss, claiming your mouth, plunging in to suckle at your tongue. We are both breathing so hard, it’s like we’re sharing each other’s oxygen. We probably are, actually, because I’m starting to feel dizzy. But that just might be from the pure euphoria rushing through me. Why did we wait so long to do this?
I pull away to catch my breath, though it takes every last ounce of willpower I have. I drag my nose up the side of your neck and you move your head to give me better access. I smile against your heated skin then suck a mark to the tender flesh of your throat. I can feel the rapid flutter of your pulse under my lips and it fills me with such a heady arousal, I feel like I’m going to pass out.
“Johnny… f-fuckin’ hell.”
I soothe the bruise I made with wide laps of my tongue and you tremble. You taste like sweat and smoke and soap. God, if I could just do this the rest of my life I would die a happy man, I swear. But I’m greedy, which I’m sure you’re coming to realize, and I need more of you.
Bringing my mouth back to yours, I recapture your lips. The scrape of your stubble rasps against my chin as we devour each other and I know I’m going to have a rash there tomorrow, but I can’t be bothered to care, not when looking at it will only remind me of this, remind me of you, Ghost.
Gripping at your shoulders, I take and take and take. And you're giving as good as you're getting, turning me inside out with the demanding press and pull of your mouth. It's too much. It's not enough. I'm crumbling and drowning and soaring and I never want these feelings to stop. Christ, please .
I think I might have said that last part out loud against the corner of your mouth because you suddenly tear your lips away. I groan at the unexpected loss of contact and you bump your forehead to mine. We're both gasping for air.
I flex my fingers around the broadness of your shoulders then move them up to frame your face. Your arms are wrapped around my waist, holding me against you, and our eyes are closed.
“I’ve never been kissed like that,” you say.
I chuckle breathlessly and pull back a little so I can look at you. Your eyes flutter open and they have a dazed look to them, like maybe you’re waking from a dream, or were just hit upside the head. Your lips are raw and red and it sends a warm tendril of arousal straight to my gut. I shift every so slightly in your lap and your gaze sharpens with a sudden hunger that nearly overwhelms me.
“I guess I should be getting you that shot now, then?” I ask with a cheeky grin.
You stare up at me, clearly confused as to what I’m trying to be clever about, and I roll my eyes.
“You said ‘Never have I ever snogged Soap senseless’ and now you have, so you need to take a shot. Although, I think you might be the one that’s been snogged senseless, Ghost.”
Comprehension dawns on your face and I can almost picture the lightbulb going off. It makes me smile. But I’m suddenly being rolled onto my back on the couch and you’re on all fours above me. It happens so fast it makes my head spin, but I suppose that’s what makes you so good at your job -- catching people off guard.
You lean over my body and I cannot suppress the shudder that wracks through me. “The shot can wait,” you rasp in that deep voice of yours. “Seems like I’ve got a job to do then, don’t I, Johnny? Senseless, was it?”
I look up at you and lick my lips, nodding slowly. Then I reach up and pull you down, crashing our lips together yet again. You grunt in surprise and I’m endlessly chuffed with myself for catching you off guard for once. I’m sure you’ll be getting me back soon enough, though. You always do, Ghost.