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“So you’re telling all of the adult men on this base run around with the most ridiculous eyeblack smudges is because they don’t know what fucking makeup remover is?”
Soap leans back, pondering the statement for a moment, “It’s not makeup?” Is all he has in response to you.
Your mouth is agape when Alejandro sits down next to you, also with smudges around his eyes.
This is absolutely shameful. Your frown deepens.
“What?” Alejandro asks, having no clue what’s wrong.
“We’re all free after dinner, right?” Alejandro nods, “Good, you assholes need help. We’re having a skincare workshop.”
Soap laughs, “Good luck getting L.T. to come, he’ll never agree to this.”
“You’re absolutely right,” A smile creeps up on your face as you get up, “I’ll see you guys later.”
You knock twice, waiting, and Ghost opens the door before another beat passes. He always eats in his quarters, for the most part, sometimes he joins the rest of the task force but that was not common. Still very uncomfortable showing his real face around many people.
You smile as he steps aside to let you in, hiding the cleansing balm and washcloth behind your back.
“What’s that you got there?” he says, closing the door and locking it.
You hold it out, and his eyes go right to the little white jar. A look of confusion passes over his eyes, and you roll your eyes. “Hi,” planting a kiss on his nose over his mask, “Off please?”
Ghost complies and your heart flutters seeing his face, his eyeblack smudged into his eyebrows and flirting with his cheekbones.
You knew his aversion to his own visage, but looking at him right now; eyes bright and scars feathered across his skin like little lightning strikes. You always thought he was handsome, even when he had eyeblack smeared fucking everywhere. The little smile pulled his lips thin. You kissed the side of his mouth, then gestured to the bed, “Sit down, I wanna get all of this off your pretty face.”
His hand rests on your hip, waiting a moment, raising an eyebrow. You roll your eyes, “Pretty please, Simon?” He’s got a vicious smirk as he falls back onto his bed.
You stay standing as he looks up at you, hand still on your hip thumb circling a part where there’s an old scar from a bullet.
You explain what the balm is for and that he should take proper care to remove eyeblack. He’s staring up at you and closes both his eyes,
“Put it on for me?” He smiles, big and dopey, especially happy to be your focus.
“It’s going to feel weird so don’t open your eyes until I wipe it off.” He hums, the thumb he has on your hip doesn’t stop and you try not to be too distracted.
As you’re massaging it into his face, his jaw relaxes, and you run your thumb under his eye. The eyeblack gets lifted up quickly and just as soon as you’re done and wiping it off your face you smile. His blonde eyelashes no longer have residual darkness to them. He looked angelic, save for his stubble and the tiredness under his eyes. They opened and he looked at you tenderly.
“Doesn’t that feel so much better? Your face hasn’t been this clean in weeks!” He laughs, leaning forward to place a kiss on your hip.
“Tryin' ta say I don’t look good usually, huh?” You laugh as he talks, stubble tickling your stomach.
“You’re so annoying,” you reply sarcastically, yelping when he leans to lay back and pulls you down too.
He mumbles something about your weight being calming and you settle in, your faces so close to each other you can make out the freckles that are hardly noticeable on his face. You lean down and kiss him, Simon pulls your hips flush with his and groans into your mouth. You lick his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Heat starts building in your stomach with the way his hands begin to wander, and as soon as his hands dip under your pants there’s a loud knock at the door.
You groan, letting your forehead touch his, “Should we ignore them?” You whisper, mischief dripping in your voice as you wiggle your hips. Hands tight around your hips. With another loud knock and a muffled voice, Simon shakes his head and reaches for his mask.
You roll off him and he slips his mask back on.
Soap is on the other side of the door, asking him if he’s coming to the workshop, you laugh on the bed and Soap is trying to peek past Ghost.
Ghost must have replied to soap because he’s hoisting you up on his shoulder, grabbing your cleansing balm too. You shriek, trying to get him to let you down.
Soap looks like he’s about to pass out from laughing so hard. You end up giving up and going limp, Ghost curses, and you cackle.