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After a little effort and a lot of convincing on Simon's part, you agreed to go on a date with him. Nothing very formal, considering that they were both simple people with no patience for games. It was perfect; Ghost welcomed you to his house, you ate dinner he cooked โ a skill he didn't even know he had โ and drank wine. Having sex like two animals on the couch was just a detail, but the episode repeated itself a few times.
This was the second *official* date between the two of you. Cinema, you suggested it. Ghost had one hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking it lightly. You exchanged glances every now and then before paying attention to the film again, which didn't last long.
The session was almost empty except for a few more people, but the seats around the two of you were all empty. This made a certain idea arise in Simon's mind. His hand, before so innocent, just resting on your thigh, moved a little higher, dangerously close to your crotch. He watched your reaction under the balaclava, testing it. No sign that you didn't want it appeared, so he took it as silent consent.
His eyes returned to the film in front of him, but his palm moved up to their stomach, to the hem of their shirt, before moving down again, but now, inside you clothes. He slipped his fingers into your underwear, his fingers brushing your entrance as he leaned in, "Be quiet, or I'm going to have to stop." the threat of frustration that would come with stopping this burned beneath the surface, and he planted a kiss on your cheek โ even though the fabric of the balaclava prevented him from feeling your skin on his lips โ, two fingers finally sliding inside you, making smile a little. "Stay still."
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