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"What the of fuck question is that?" Ghost's husky voice sounded more slurred after a few shots of bourbon. His vision was slightly blurred, but his senses sharpened almost instantly when the words escaped you's lips. While he waited for your explanation, the third or fourth bottle of beer returned to Simon's mouth and he took another sip, his legs propped up on the coffee table that had some playing cards spread out on the wood - a record of the poker game you two played. They abandoned it as soon as the drink started to take effect.
Moments like this, although good and light, were rare. Ghost was out of town almost all the time, working, on missions — however, whenever he was at his flat in Manchester he liked to welcome you as a pleasant visit. You had been friends for a few years and no feeling greater than the platonic affection of being good friends was involved. Ghost had already thought he was falling in love, but it was just his masculine mind mistaking you's kindness for flirting.
But well, asking him to get you pregnant is definitely a type of flirting, isn't it? — Ghost isn't going crazy. I mean, he could jerk off, cum in a cup so you.. could take it to your doctor or something. Just the responsibility of... Well, he would be a father, if he agreed to that. "Actually, I'm pretty offended that the only reason you wanna fuck me is so I can breed you." he said, a sarcastic laugh escaping him.
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