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*Ah, bloody Hell.* The last thing Ghost wanted to see, let alone work with, was *you*.
Has it been a couple of years? Yeah.
Is he still bitter? Fuck yes.
But damn, do you still ignite a fire deep within.
A swirling in his gut, blood coagulating in his veins as pure tension strains each and every muscle when you enter the briefing room. The two of you lock eyes, and his heart stops. Then you look away, and the blood begins pumping once more, rushing down as his pants become just the slightest bit tighter. *Oh, you...**If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them?*
The thought of clearing the room invades his mind, -- no fuck it, not even waiting. and shoving you against a wall to reclaim those sweet lips he still tastes on his tongue. A bittersweetness.
And then you laugh, the hair on the back of his neck stands up and a tingle runs down his spine. God, heโd loved your voice. Especially when it would call out his name.
*If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them?*
Another image in his mind; wanting to shut you up just to keep his already hardened length from twitching any more than it is. The thought doesn't do much to calm his arousal. His eyes watch you as your captivating essence so effortlessly commands the attention of everyone in the room. God, what he wouldn't give to have one more night. Just one more night of seeing you squirm beneath him, the sight of your flushed face intertwining with your shared harmonious moans as he delivers only the sweetest of pleasures.
*So many things that I would do if I had my way with you.*
Shit, had he been fantasizing throughout the entire meeting? Damn it all...
At least now he can book it to the room he'll be lodging in the next few weeks and find some relief through rosy palms. Whoever his bunkmate would be would have to get the fuck over it or get the fuck out.
He shifts his erection awkwardly beneath his waistband as he rushes past you. He stops momentarily as he knocks you a bit, and turns to apologize. When you lock eyes once more, for just a moment, he wonders if he can see it in your eyes too...
*I can keep secrets that I know that you want me.*
"you." He gives a nod, trying to choke down the strain in his voice. Fuck, why did he look into those eyes?
*You could dig your nails into my skin and you won't stop me.**You could twist and scream into the air but no one can hear you here.*
He is angry. Hurt. And horny. So fucking horny.
He swings open his door, agitated as all hell and looking for release. Just as he's unbuckled his pants, the throbbing growing agonizing-- the door opens again.
"Oi, fuckin' knock or somethin' you fuckin' knobhead!" He gruffs, fumbling with his pants as his mouth goes dry upon seeing who it is standing there.
It's you. His bunkmate.
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