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Mayor Que Usted (PART 2)

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFemReader) (18+ ONLY) (NO MINORS)

A stop in Puerto Rico can mean a lot of things, refuel, some R&R, family vacation or maybe just hiding from the Cuban drug lords. Simon Riley didn't think this tropic island was a good spot to stop before heading back t base in the U.S. but Price called the shots so there they were. But while watching the locals gather for Halloween and doing their little celebration he didn't expect to be consumed by such spice and fierceness from one little local woman who seemed to know his type just fine.

(UPDATE: The name of the female character is Amelia Cruz)

PART 3

Some say, the least expected people make the best parents and fortunately that was the case for Amelia. She never expected nor hoped to become a mother at the ripe age of 22 and neither did her own mother. Her mother was a hard working seamstress who was barely paid enough to make a livable wage growing up, she has now since retired.

Life was already difficult as it is going to school, working and trying to make rent on time, cooking and cleaning, her mother did her very best. Trying to manage the house after her father fell through and abandoned them both for a younger prettier woman; it was too much to handle for one mother let alone one that was currently pregnant at the time. She questioned everyday how did her life become such a mess?

And every time she asked herself the question every woman would ask themselves in her position, she remembered Simon.

The tall, mysterious British man she once met and could never forget. An intelligent and witty man that played his life like chess. Always calculated even during that night, she will never forget just how calculated his moves were. He knew where to touch, where to squeeze and how much strength he needed to use to make sure it felt good not only to him but for her.

And it wasn't the passionate love making that went far beyond her wildest dreams, it was the conversation. Words spoken to one another that she believed were true, she believed that when they spoke to each other it was truly him. That he was shining through his dark shell and opening up. But no, it tore her apart, he tore her apart because it was only for one night and she felt that there was more. More than just some silly fling on Halloween night and honestly, she could have taken anyone to bed that night but she decided the man in the skull mask would be it. He intrigued her. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Little did she know that he would be leaving her with a parting gift to sooth that heartache. An unexpected one but a gift that she cherished nonetheless.

Each and every time Amelia looked at her she could only see the eyes of him. Simon, the man who had such passion and vigor that helped her create such a beautiful little thing.

And now that he knew he had a kid with the woman he spent one explosive night with things would begin to change. After learning of his childs existence he never once came back to the medical bay, not even to get checked up when he went a little overboard during his missions or sparring sessions.

Simon needed time.

Time to devise a plan, to evaluate, to adapt to this new change. But how? How could a cold calculated killer and a combatant who can easily adapt to on field change... adapt to having a child? A child that he knew nothing about?

War was different than parenting. Civilian life was never meant for him and he hoped Amelia knew that. They had a great night but that's as far as it went. His duties were first. No woman nor child could get in the way of that. If he lost his head in this then his whole team would suffer as well. And he would hate to see that happen.

How could he change? What could he do? Simon was a man of duty, and he already had his plate full...he didn't needed the added package, did he?

"Oi! Ghost enough!" Soap yelled out while barley missing the hard swing of Ghosts fist aiming directly at his face.

Simon faltered at the yell and quickly pulled back into his stance, fists raised ready to strike. He couldn't lose his cool, he needed a solid head on his shoulders. No more distractions. Don't think about her or her.

"We're not done here Johnny, you think the enemy is gonna stop when you say so?" Cold and made of ice, as usual. Poor Johnny needed a break after deflecting all of his punches, it seemed Ghost was really out for him.

Wiping the sweat off his brow he crouched and tapped on the blue mat. He yielded and fully sat back with a big exhale.

"You weren't listening to me. I've been tryna' tell you about this lass I've met," there he goes again, women were Soaps lifeline. If it wasn't about the mission it was definitely about a woman.

Ghost rarely showed his annoyance but he did so now with the roll of his eyes. Turning he walked to get a towel from the nearby table and a bottle of water.

"You're always goin' on about lasses and fucks. If you cared about your training as much as you did those women, you'd probably beat me,"

It was a lie. Completely. But Johnny fell for it anyways.

"Really? You think so?" He grinned when Ghost returned handing him the towel and bottle.

"No."

Johnny snickered twisting the cap of the bottled water and tossing it back, chugging about half while the ghost silently looked over at the direction of the double doors, seeming to wait for...something or someone.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his sweaty hand the Sergeant noticed the hard stare at the doors. It wasn't unusual for Ghost to stare off into things when he was deep in thought but Johnny still felt there was more meaning to his gaze. Ever since that new doctor came along a bunch of the guys and some of the women were immediately charmed by their new doctor. And Johnny was definitely one of those people, and by the looks of it so was Ghost.

"You know, the lass I was talking about works here, on base, says she works with a few people in the medical bay." Coming to a stand he wiped sweat off his face with the towel Ghost had given him.

"Says she's, Puerto Rican, I think most of the girls that work in med bay are." Testing...testing.

Without missing a beat Ghost's brows furrowed together in confusion. There weren't that many women working in the medical bay at all, he could count the women in one hand and the rest were men. And out of those few women only two were came from the same island and only one of those two were married. Quickly turning to face the sergeant he looked rather disturbed.

"Johnny, you don't mean-"

"Doctor Amelia! Came all the way here to see me?" Johnny's entire face brightened as soon as he saw her. A few of the medical staff came in through those double doors carrying a few medical items they would need for the soldiers check up and the one leading them all was Amelia. Wearing her usual lab coat with her wavy thick hair held up by a clip, bangs out, and her dark eyes shining, but lacking that spark it usually held.

"We're working mister MacTavish, you can't just go saying my name out of nowhere," Her voice was still as sweet as Ghost remembers. Its been weeks? No a month, since that confrontation and they both pretended like it didn't happen. Well, he pretended like it didn't happen.

She knew it would play out like this, rather, she hoped it did. Simon was not fit to be a parent, or even a partner, no matter what she said to him to have him apart of his daughters life, nothing seemed to get to him. And it was fine by her.

He told her it was best to not get involved with each other because for a man like him it was dangerous to have a weakness. To have a woman and a child meant targets, easily obtainable targets when he wasn't on the same continent as them. Amelia understood but still, it made her feel completely unwanted, it made her feel like her child was unwanted. And she's never been unwanted by a man. Especially not a man who she wanted.

Dressed casual in a tight turtle neck, skinny jeans and heeled boots she carried a clipboard. It was check up day and all the boys had to partake in it. Everyone had medical records except for Simon, he was a ghost, and he'd keep it that way. For him everything was under the radar, checkups were word of mouth.

If one doctor check him it wouldn't be recorded on paper, it'd be told.

"Does that mean we get to be on a first name bases when I take you out outside of base?" Simon felt an ungodly amount of ick and second hand embarrassment for Johnny, clearly she wasn't interested by the way she leaned away from him, the forced kind smile, and the too sweet tone of her voice in response to be respectful.

And poor Johnny already knew. He just needed a little more evidence to prove his hypothesis right.

"That will never happen Sergeant. We are colliges, it'd be unprofessional." she smiled kindly to him before leaning in towards one of the nurses. No doubt telling them to check Soap themselves so she didn't have to.

Ghost was left somewhat satisfied with her actions, Johnny didn't deserve her attention. That sort of attention was meant for a real man and that man was him; Ghost had that attention all those years ago and he relished in every moment he got to touch her body and made it sing for him. Slowly he approached her with a masked expression, eyes clear of any emotion except, dare he say possessiveness. He never had an issue with maintaining his expressions nor his emotions but seeing her in all her glory getting hit on by such a beta after avoiding her all this time filled his chest with something. This was a woman no little boy could handle and Johnny was no man, not like him.

Seeing the lieutenant approach her that kind forced smile wavered. The ghost of the 141 looked deadly, sweaty and big. Bigger than before, was he always that big? Shoulders squared, thick and broad shadowed over her. Now standing before each other Ghost glanced down at the clipboard noticing the names of his teammates. She already checked Price, Gaz and a few others. Simon and Johnny were the last two.

"Let's hurry this up shall we? We have training to get to doctor," Voice even and cold as usual. He walked around her brushing his shoulder against her own. She had to hold back the names she was ready to throw at him because this was, in fact a professional setting. If she dared to insult the 141's most prestige member then she'd be looked down upon, then her secret would be out, their secret would be out.

So instead of retaliating she exhaled sharply through her nose," Yes, sir."

The check ups went on pretty smoothly. Vitals were all okay, Soap kept up his side remarks of her beauty and flirting with her any chance he got. And every word he said got the ghost angry. Didn't Johnny know that the doctor was not interested in any of his advances, Johnny needed to stop.

While Amelia had the two sitting down on foldable chairs by a quick set up table, she was able to check on who needed their shots and who didn't. Right now the only person who didn't have any records of any kind of vaccines was Simon, the only man she wished to avoid.

Making her way to him with gloved hands she hesitates to even look at him, least say anything to him. It felt like her mouth had gone dry.

"What is it doctor?" Simon was watching her the entire time waiting for her to speak up. When she didn't he did.

"There's...you have no record of getting your vaccines last year. Did you get them or not?" Started off weak but go to the point, good job.

"Yes," He stuck his arm out, the one with the sleeve of tattoos, his hand was palm up.

Each soldier needed vaccines every year, even the flu shot. And all needed their blood drawn first before they were injected. Simon already knew this but that didn't prepare Amelia for their next interaction.

A nurse nearby placed all what the doctor needed to begin the blood draw process then leaving to grab the vaccines.

"No fair Ghost, you get the doctor all to yourself," Johnny snickered while a male nurse who was currently attending him rolled his eyes.

Simon didn't want to take the bait, nor did she want him to but Simon knew his ego, his pride wouldn't let the comment pass. The ghost fully placed the arm that would be getting blood drawn from over her hip, almost possessively and looked up into the eyes of the mother of his child with a heated glare.

"Do it."

It took her a moment to realize he meant to draw his blood. Which she did so rather quickly. When you rush something usually it doesn't go as planned and instead misfortune happens. Holding his forearm she tried to peel it away from her hip discretely but he was stubborn and strong using his own strength to make that arm of his was heavy. He even dared to grip her lab coat. She didn't want to make a show for all to see, for Soap to see but Simon did. He wanted to show the sergeant just who had the doctors attention and it wasn't Johnny.

Giving Simon a hard glare of her own she wrapped her gloved fingers around his forearm, fingers never touching, his skin was hot. The ink decorated his forearm very well no doubt hiding whatever scars he had under them, she remembered that night she touched them, traced her red nails over the dark patterns on his arm when he laid beside her fast asleep.

The room was dark, the only light came from the orange hue of a lamppost from outside trying to burst through her floral hick curtains, but even then it didn't give her enough light to actually see the entirety of his face. From what she could make out, he had strong facial features, stubble decorating his jaw and cheeks, a strong nose and the most expressive colorful eyes she's ever seen.

Anyone else would have shone a light to his face to see what he actually looked liked under that mask of his but she wasn't anyone else.

She witnessed his brute fore, his dominating aura, his raw need to feel whole with the woman he desired most that night. And the need to be at peace.

Amelia let him sleep after their conversation, let him rest before he woke up to take her again.

Simon watched her face grow distant while she held his forearm starring at the tattooed patterns on his arm. Those dark eyes of hers could hide everything she was feeling but Simon saw the dilation of her dark pupils and the reddening in her cheeks. It made him narrow his own colored eyes in response.

"You...like men in tattoos, doctor?" Soap watched the two before him while getting up preparing to head out. The nurse who tended to him was long gone. Now it was just the three of them. Johnny thankfully already got his answer but there was no harm in poking the lion some more.

Pulled out of her trance Amelia shook her head and forced another smile.

"Of course not," taking an alcohol wipe she cleaned the thick vein by the crook of Simons inked arm and had no mercy when forcing the needle in. This was the one thing she was taught not to do, stab a patients arm with a needle.

Simon didn't even flinch, he just stared at her with cool eyes, watching every expression she made. Watched as her brow twitched with annoyance and watched how she tried to avoid his gaze.

"Tattoos are a bad reminder of memories that should never exist."

Now, she made eye contact with the ghost, not that she did so on purpose. She was just reaching for the first vial to collect his blood in, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his. And he...just stared at her with that painted skull balaclava. She hoped to one day see the entirety of his face but with how their paths are always crossing and never intertwining she fears she will never have that chance.

Ghost and Amelia shared a look of heat, a heat only two angry lovers shared when they had a disagreement. There was definitely something between them and Johnny MacTavish finally discovered that the two knew each other, in more ways than one.

The 141's doctor had no interest in any other man besides Ghost, and usually woman frolicked around him like ants to honey. But this woman, Amelia, was no ant nor was she attracted to honey. She was a powerful light, a flame. Burned so bright she'd burn your eyes. And Simon was a hungry creature, a dark greedy being that would take and smoother that light until there was nothing left of it but smoke. Her light only illuminates what it wants and excludes the rest of the world but he had been illuminated, he was chooses to see a path filled with that light and during that moment they created such a precious firefly that, barely knowing who she was, made Simon rethink everything.

There's a limit to how long he could stay in the light without burning and he feared he would no longer be the same man if he basked in it longer than he needed to. So, back into his shadows he went leaving behind what could have been. Now there was a giant forest between the two of them, a forest neither one was ready to cross. The flame tried but this forest was too dangerous to tread alone and the creature for the first time, wished to never cross such a place.

Simon wasn't ready to become a father and Amelia was forced to take on the responsibility of a parent. How could she do it but not him? What was he lacking? He never had a mug worthy father and always wished he'd never known him but with this girl, he knew deserved to know at least who he was. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to be a father. Or was he just afraid?

While she finished up drawing his blood and injecting him with his latest dosages of vaccines she made sure to give him a very pink colored band aid curtesy of her daughter.

The doctor thought it was quiet, too quiet and turned her head to see if Johnny was still there. And he was not. She exhaled heavily silently praying that he didn't go off and start up the rumor mill with his little buddies about the tantrum that transpired earlier.

It was now just the two of them, Simon didn't realize Johnny had already left nor did he really care. Right now, he had the doctor all to himself. Staying seated he watched her pick up and clean discarded pieces of paper, gauges, medical tape, and needles placing them in a mini hazardous bin. Looking at her up close now she looked...beautiful. Just as she did all those years ago. And from what he could see from the picture of their daughter on her desk, though briefly, he could see a mix of them both. His features, hair, eyes, skin tone but she had her mothers smile, bright hopeful eyes, wavy hair and that spark. A firefly.

"How is she?" His voice was deep but quiet.

"Fine." Her voice sounded flat. She didn't want to answer his silly questions.

"Hold old is she now?"

She slammed her clipboard down on the foldable table and exhaled sharply through her nose. No one was here to witness her wrath so she wouldn't hold back. How dare he ask about her daughter? If he cared this much, he should have gone to seen her himself!

"You know hold old she is, stop asking things that you should have asked a month ago. Stop acting like you care,"

Why did he ask out of the blue? It wasn't like he was never curious, it was just...he had to try. How could things work if he didn't try? Though hearing her snap made him quickly shut his 'nice' side down and glared at her coldly. He wanted to try. Did she think, that because he pulled himself away meant that he didn't care about the one child he had? Quite the opposite. He didn't know how to be a father nor did he know how to take care of a kid who was already in her toddler stage. Was it so wrong of him just to inquire about it? To see if he, if they both could give it a shot? The doctor matched his glare with one dripping with anger.

"Be careful with what you say next doctor," He was calm, voice collected but she's been holding this back for weeks. After he left her office telling her that their daughter was a weakness and no one should know, she knew this would not end well. He avoided her for days after that. Whenever she called to him to ask him even the simplest of questions, he'd grunt or avoid it all together. Then Johnny would come and answer the questions after Ghost left the room.

So, his little warning meant shit to her.

With hands free from gloves she placed her hands on her hips now standing before him," You're right, you are no fit to be a father. Maybe, I should date and marry a man who is fit to be one. As you can see, there are many fitting men who are more than willing,"

That made Simon abruptly stand forcing her to take a step back. Her glare almost soften and she almost back down. Almost.

Pointing at those double doors, with a thick finger, where Johnny no doubt left through Simon leaned down close to the mother of his child and spoke low.

"He can never be a father. Less, a father to my daughter. And even less of a husband to a woman like you," He turned his finger to her chest and poked her in the center of her chest right above her breasts.

Her chest was rising and falling quickly, she was angry. When he dared poke at her chest she smacked his hand away and did the same to him with her dark red claws.

"She's not your daughter, cabrón. She's mine, you lost that right weeks ago when you called us both unwanted!" Simon saw it then, the emotion that resided within her shiny eyes, the spark was shrouded by the pain he inflicted with his words. Hurt. He shrouded that spark of hers.

"Unwanted was not-" What in the world was she saying? Unwanted? That word never left his lips! Simon tried to explain but she quickly cut him off.

"But it was. Unwanted child, unwanted woman. Both are weaknesses anyone of your enemies can exploit and blah blah blah! Shut up Simon, all this military crap is tiresome. Callate ya! Aren't you tired?"

During this whole duration she was smacking her hands together, pointing into her palm and overall expressing with her hands what she was feeling. Just like before.

He was in fact tired. After avoiding her for weeks he felt empty, he felt incomplete but...his work overshadowed it all, it had to. How else could he protect them? How could he shield these two women, if he wasn't careful? With shoulders slump he looked at anything but her, he couldn't see the emotions in her eyes because he'd fall. Simon would succumb to his emotions, and there was so much it would pour over overwhelming not only himself but Amelia. Yet, he couldn't overwhelm her with how he felt. she would never understand that his duty overshadowed everything, even a family.

"See? This is what I mean. You men, military or not, are all the fucking same," With a soft suck of her teeth she turned and started to collect her belongings, her clipboard and other papers. It was a waste of time trying to get her point across to this stubborn asshole, he already made up is mind. And whatever was up in his mind, she thought she knew, but she wasn't aware of the raging battle of tug a war in his head.

There were no more words to exchange, she needed to pick up her daughter who was currently in her office being entertained by a married colliege.

Before the doctor could fully turn and leave, Simons hand reached out taking her upper arm, and pulled her back. Confused she looked at him with brows furrowed and angry dark eyes.

"What?" She snapped.

Simon fully looked at her, biting his bottom lip behind his mask, unwanted wasn't the word he'd describe the woman and child, far from it. Unexpected would be the better word to describe the two.

"You were never unwanted Amelia. Neither was our daughter," Now the ghost spoke quietly, carefully, trying to sooth the raging lioness.

Looking at him somewhat skeptical she tugged her arm back and he let it go. Right now she didn't care if he wanted her or not, this was about their daughter and him. She was more than willing to give him that chance, she was going to give him that chance up until he decided to avoid her. Now he'd have to work for that chance.

Amelia looked at the ground briefly before she boldly looked back up into his eyes and with a soft whisper spoke.

"Then prove it."

Honestly, she didn't know herself how he could but if she told him to then he would always find a way. Crossing her arms she raised brow at him expectantly hoping he'd apologize or even show that he was sorry but instead he looked around the large training room looking for something or rather trying to find a more isolated place.

When he found it he made no hesitation to take her by her arm once again by force and practically drag her towards the supply closet. And of course she struggled trying to pull away, clawing at his tattooed arm while throwing curses at him. It wasn't until he tossed her inside the supply closet did she realize what exactly he was going to do to show her that she was not unwanted. Her face grew warm and a familiar tight knot formed at the pit of her stomach. God please don't let what happened that night happen here.

Stumbling over a yellow bucket used to mop around the training room she caught herself on a shelf full of cleaning supplies. The doctor was ready to give him an ear full when she turned just in time to see the heavy door finally close enveloping them both in pitch black.

"Simon, what are you doing!?" She yelled waving a hand out to feel out where she was going. Simon gently took hold of her wrist and guided her over to him where she went willingly, she wasn't about to say no to the help.

He lead her to his body where she stayed pressed against his sweat stained chest, he smelled. Definitely, but this was the first time in weeks that they were so close to each other like this. So she stayed. She was greedy enough to take whatever and burn it into memory. Because who knew when something like this with his would happen again.

Simon didn't know what he was thinking dragging her here inside the supply closet. But he wasn't, he was feeling. She wanted proof that both her and their daughter were not unwanted by him, so now he'll show her before he made that step to show that their daughter was more than welcomed by him. He was willing to take that step but slowly.

A large arm wrapped around her waist pulling her even closer to him and her hands had no choice but to reach for his upper bulging arms. He wasn't this big before, Amelia remembered him as leaner, a bit thinner, and now he was thicker, solid, she liked him like this.

The sound of fabric sliding off skin was heard in front of her and she now assumed he took his mask off. Was he going to kiss her? She knew he couldn't really show his face off to others but was dragging her in here really necessary? He could have just asked her to close her eyes.

"I'm...not an easy man Amelia. I do things, unforgiveable things to people in order to survive. And having a family, a woman or a child were never meant for me," His hand came up and cradled her warm cheek in his palm, his thumb gliding across her chin.

Despite how dark it was in this tiny little space, she saw him. His worries, his concerns, his want to try and do this with her.

"The way my life is, is not meant for either of you to be in. I take orders, I leave and I may never come back," God, was it always this hard to talk to someone? Simon licked his lips ready to dive into his whole speech of wanting to try when he felt that soft touch, her hands running up his warm dry sweat neck up to his cheeks.

She felt the growing stubble under finger tips and the scar he had across his cheek. This was her Simon, the man who poured into her while she collected everything he gave, waited patiently to hear him out and poured herself right back into him. He let her pull him close, bending a bit to get closer.

The greedy creature yearned for the flame, yearned to be seen and to be welcomed by that warm light that only Amelia knew how to give.

Simon didn't hesitate to bring his arms down and around her middle keeping her as close to his front as possible. Breaths mingling together, lips only a hair away she felt almost complete.

"I know you live a dangerous life Simon but you shouldn't cut yourself short of the things it has to offer, it may be dangerous but there can be peace too," Amelia spoke ever so softly brushing her red tinted lips against his own teasingly and he followed wherever her lips touched with his own.

"Peace? This is the most peace I've ever felt," Peace was a luxury someone like him never felt but in this very moment, he felt it and he had to admit, it felt pretty damn good.

"What about when we met? Did you not feel at peace?"

Simon smirked. The night they met there was peace, she made him feel like a normal man that had no kind of responsibility except take her that night. It was a peace he would never forget. Sliding his hands down to her hips he gripped them familiarizing himself again with their roundness.

"Yes, I did," He pecked her lips quickly.

The doctor wasn't satisfied with that answer of his and pushed for more. She slowly placed a light kiss on his lips with closed eyes," Come on Simon, you and I both know you can elaborate some more," Their lips were so close, that there would be no doubt smudges of her red lipstick upon his lips when they got out, if he didn't wear that mask of his.

Simon exhaled and pushed his lips against her own, tongue darting out and licking her tainted parted lips. There was no need to elaborate how he felt with his words, he'd rather show her. And thus, began the battle of just how at peace Simon felt being with his doctor.

Ghost made no effort trying to be a gentlemen about kissing her. He was a greedy creature devouring her mouth and savoring her taste as if he was starved. Amelia wasn't too far behind, she pulled at him beckoning him to taste her further as their bodies molded against one another.

Alas tasting her and touching her like this wasn't enough for Simon, he needed to feel her, more intimately. So he quickly slid his hand to the back of her jean clad thigh and hiked her leg up around his waist making her flushed against him so she can feel just how at peace he was.

And by God was he more than at peace, he was hard, thick and bulging, just as she remembered it. But the clothes that laid between them hid and confined him. If only they weren't stuck in a closet like this; if only they were somewhere more private or rather...in her home.

As they continued to kiss and grind into one another Amelia found it harder and harder to pull away. He would not leave her like he did that night, nor like he did in her office. She clung to the poor ghosts shirt greedily as if trying to tear it apart and the ghost gripped her ever so tightly afraid she'd disappear if he didn't. The closet itself was filled with the sounds of their quick intakes of air and her soft pleased moans. Each and every time Simon bumped his groin into her clothed center her breath hitched ever so slightly and he could feel her desperately trying to grip his shoulders pulling him closer.

This was as close as they were going to get to one another in this tight little closet. But this was perfect. Simon took a step forward pushing her back but it only caused the two of them to bump into that mop bucket.

That pulled Amelia out of that dream like haze. She broke the kiss and placed her hands back on his shoulders, pushing and gently urging him away with a silly attempt. But Simon continued to kiss her chin, jaw and neck while maintaining her thigh up by his hip grinding into her center. The ghost wanted to ravish the beautiful woman in red before him and remind her again who he truly was, to sink into her depths and forget about everything outside of this small room.

But his pretty little flame kept pushing at him, he could hear his soft voice...what was she saying?

Whatever it was he paid it no mind, he licked up her slender neck savoring how sweet his woman tasted and wondered if her cunt still tasted the same now. He lowered his hand to her rounded rear and squeezed it as he did in the past. That rewarded him with a breathless moan from her lips.

"S-Simon...Please," She whined softly into his ear like a female in heat, aching. Was she needy? Did she want him like he wanted her? Was that a green light? It’s been so long since he had her in his arms practically melting at his advances, that he wasn’t too sure what he should do next.

Yet, he paid close attention to her. The sounds she made, how her body jerked and trembled with each grind of his thick bulge between her legs. God, how could she resist him when all he could smell, feel was her heat?

"I've wanted to see you dance so badly Amelia. To see you twirl and sway your hips like a tornado, that memory plays in my head often," The ghost lifted his head pressing his bare tainted lips against her pierced ear.

Breathlessly whispering into it with his gruff voice that caused her to visibly shiver.

Their hips moved in sync with one another. Two lost lovers slowly reuniting to finally overcome the obstacle that always seemed to hinder them both.

"Was...My body...all you could think about mi amor?" She whispered back just as breathlessly.

"No, your entirety was all I could think about." Simon licked the shell of her ear.

Amelia moaned out into the closet. He adjusted his grip and angled his hips so that his bulge was grinding against the area he knew where that sensitive clit hid underneath those clothes of hers.

So, he really did miss her? Was that what he was saying? Not just her body?

"I wanted to tell you how badly I wanted to see you again. You don't have the slightest idea how hard it was for me to leave you there,"

Simon pulled back to face her fully in the dark," I never wanted to hurt you Amelia-"

Greedily Amelia didn't bother to hear anymore of his apology and took hold of each of his cheeks and squashed their lips back together. There was no need for remorse or regrets when they were together like this. Right now, all that was needed was rekindling.

She, the flame will once again illuminate his world, showing him that there were so many different paths to take. That he didn't just have to see the world in black, white or red.

This world was bright, colorful and their daughter, was the most colorful firefly there ever was.

"Shut up. No more of that 'sorry' talk. You have me at your mercy Simon," Amelia caressed his cheeks with her thumbs and by this time their bumping and grinding ceased. He rested his forehead against hers taking in a breath to try and relax.

The doctor was right. She was right in front of him and he was pouring all of what he wanted to say and do in a moment where he should have been rearranging her insides and filling her up with his seed again.

That thought alone made him gulp. Not yet, first he had to get to know his first born before he even decided to have another.

"You're right. I told you I'm not an easy man Amelia."

She smiled a bit," Yo se querido."

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I updated! Woo!

Sorry for the super long wait but I hope this was good? It's not over yet but I thought I should give you guys all a little something before brewing a new chapter!

I hope you all enjoyed!

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