-Ghost's POV-

Ghost was in a complete daze while walking back to his room. He couldn't even remember if he finished his cigarette. It was almost as if that kiss had gotten him drunk. Ghost was worried though. He was worried that kissing her would change things. Would everything between them be weird now? Did that kiss mean that they were together?

That thought sobered him up right away. Me in a relationship? No way. That wasn't possible especially with someone like [your name]. Am I in love? He found himself asking that question a lot these days.

She was way too sweet, way too nice for him. She'd been through hell and back, there was no way she was ready for something serious, right? They weren't in love or anything or were they? You're in love, just admit it.

It was a kiss. One kiss. Am I overthinking this?

Should he talk to her about this? Ghost knew he wasn't boyfriend material, definitely not good enough for her. He could already hear Soap telling him to give it a chance. I'm thinking too far ahead.

He gets to his room and gets right in bed. Sleep doesn't come easily. He just keeps thinking of that kiss.

Ghost had been kissed before, of course, but not like that. The way she fit right into his arms, her body pressed against his... "Enough," Ghost says out loud.

Every time he closed his eyes, she was all he saw. I need to talk to Soap. Ghost gets out of bed and throws some clothes on. He checks to see if Soap is in his room first, but when he knocks there's no answer. Then he checks Soap's favorite smoking spot and he's there.

"Captain," Ghost says and Soap turns around. "Simon. Want one?" He holds the pack of cigarettes out to Ghost. "Yeah, thanks."

Soap throws him a lighter. "Something on your mind?"

"Actually, yes and I need help," Ghost sounded desperate. It was pretty pathetic. Soap looks at him and he feels embarrassed now. "Well?" Soap says.

"I went to see her again," Ghost answers.

"I know that."

"We kissed. I mean for real this time."

"Lucky you," Soap jokes, "So what do you need my help with?"

Ghost sighs, "What happens after something like that? I mean are she and I together now? I'm not good at this relationship thing." He was expecting Soap to laugh at him, but he didn't.

"You two kissed, that's all. Unless there's something you're not telling me...," Soap looks at him.

"No! No...seriously? She's in the hospital," Ghost says. Soap laughs, "So did the kiss mean anything to you?"

"Of course it did, but what if she wants something more?"

"How is that a bad thing, Simon? The entire time I've known you I haven't heard you talk about a woman. Maybe it's about time."

"Yeah, but I'm not the romantic type. I'm not even the boyfriend type," he says.

"You're your own worst critic. Obviously she sees something in you that she likes. She's drawn to you and you're drawn to her, there's nothing you can do about it. If you push her away then you're a damn fool," Soap finishes.

"So should I just talk to her or what?" Ghost felt like an idiot, but he knew Soap was the only one he could get help from.

"I don't think you need to talk to her about anything unless she says something about it," Soap says. Ghost isn't sure what to say anymore. Soap was clearly telling him that there was nothing to worry about. It was up to him to not make things terribly awkward with [you].

"Do you love her?" Soap asks and Ghost clears his throat, "I don't know. It's...possible, but I haven't known her for very long and I don't think I believe in that whole love at first sight shit. I don't know much about her and she knows shit all about me. She could end up hating me."

"Simon, you're thinking about it way more than you need to. Does she like you now?"

"Well, yeah, I guess."

"Then that's what matters. She. Likes. You."

"Alright, I'm going to bed. Thanks for the cigarette and...well helping me," Ghost says and he realizes that he didn't take a single pull from his cigarette.

"No problem, Simon. Goodnight and don't fuck it up."

"What?"

"Don't fuck things up with her, she's a good one. You don't find ones like her too often. And if you do mess it up there are plenty of men here who wouldn't mind taking your spot. Don't think you would like that." Soap throws his cigarette to the ground and steps on it, Ghost does the same. "Yeah, goodnight."

As he walked back to his room, he thought about everything Soap had said. Don't fuck it up. The problem was that Ghost was good at fucking things up, but when he thought about Soap saying that there were other men that wanted her, it infuriated him. He did not want to think about her doing anything with anyone else.

He opens the door to his room and sits on his bed. Ghost wondered if she was having the same dilemma...

-Your POV-

You were on cloud nine right now. That had to be the most amazing kiss you've ever had. When he stopped you were disappointed, but you understood why.

He had said, "Kisses like that lead to other things..." and you knew exactly what he meant. If you weren't in that hospital room would those "other things" have happened? You're alone in the room, but you still blush thinking about it. Was he thinking the same thing? You would love to know.

He told you that he would see you tomorrow, you couldn't wait. You just had to make it through the night. The night was your least favorite part of the day since Russia. Even when you tried to think of good things, the nightmares always came.

You wrap the blanket around yourself tighter wishing that someone was there with you, holding you. Simon, think of Simon. It brings a smile to your face as you close your eyes. You drift asleep and dream.

Your dreams always started with you alone in a dungeon, but this time you were alone and in your room, not the hospital room, your actual room. Someone touches your shoulder from behind and you jump, ready to scream.

When you turn, you're not looking up into mismatched eyes, you were looking into beautiful, hazel eyes. The voice that speaks to you is not harsh, but gentle. That British accent that you've come to love so much.

You're smiling, not screaming. You moved into his touch and felt safe. Ghost was such a tough man, but his touch was gentle, his hands callused, but smooth.

You didn't feel afraid or disgusted as he undressed you. When he looked at you, you didn't feel dirty. He treated your body like a temple. He worshiped you, he appreciated you.

As his hands move lower, he kisses you and it's pure ecstasy. Just as his hand reaches that special spot you wake up sweating and breathing heavily. You usually woke up sweating from your nightmares too, but this was different. Very different.

When was the last time that you had a dream like that? Did that kiss take away your nightmares? If it did then Ghost was heaven sent. What the doctors couldn't fix with medicine, he cursed with a kiss.

You lay awake for a little while remembering the book under your pillow. You pull the book out and start to read. I wonder if he's sleeping.

-Ghost's POV-

Ghost was wide awake. He had slept for a short time, but then he had a dream and he was afraid to go back to sleep.

It wasn't a bad dream. To be honest, it was an amazing dream, but he felt dirty for thinking of her that way. All men had dream like that, he knew that, but he still felt bad. He was a man though and yes, he wanted her more than anything.

Ghost shakes his I sleep and dream of her she's probably having a nightmare. When he falls asleep this time, he doesn't dream.

-THE NEXT DAY-

He woke up feeling great. He went to the gym and ate breakfast then went back to take a shower. While in the shower he thought about going to see her. He kept thinking about that kiss, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted to see her.

And that dream, that damn dream...Ghost had to stop thinking about it. He turns the hot water off so that the shower would be completely cold. A fucking cold shower. I feel like I'm in high school again.

After the shower, he dresses and sits in his room contemplating whether he should go see her or not. Just go see her, you know you want to.

As he walks to the hospital, it starts to rain. Ghost loved rain. He didn't know why but he did.

When he walks up to her room he meets the doctor and he looks happy. "She had a great night," the doctor says.

"Really?" Ghost says.

"No nightmares and she slept very well," the doctor sounds very happy.

"When do you think she'll be able to leave?"

"If she keeps having nights like this she'll be out of here in no time."

That makes Ghost smile. She deserved to be free from this place and he knew how much she hated it here. He walks into her room and she's standing by the window watching the rain. "Hey," she says without turning.

"Hey, I heard that you had a good night," Ghost says. That got her attention.

"I had a great night," she says with a big smile. He walks over to where she's standing and pulls her into a hug. She wasn't expecting it so she gasps, but then her arms are around him and he's home.

He holds onto her, wanting to never let go.

"So no bad dreams?" Ghost asks.

"Nope. It was nice...," she stops. He pulls away and looks at her, "What is it?"

"Nothing," she says, but it looks like she's blushing. Ghost pulls his balaclava off, "Will you tell me now?" She looks at him and bites her lip, "That only makes me want to kiss you again."

He didn't know if it was a good idea. Kissing her again could be the end of life as he knew it. He could fall in love with this woman...he is in love with this woman. He wanted her. He wanted all of her.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"I'm fine. I'm great."

"What are you thinking about?"

Don't do it. Don't say it. "You," Ghost says. What was this woman doing to him? He was ready to spill his guts to her. "I need to tell you something," he says. She looks nervous, "Okay, I'm listening."

Ghost takes a deep breath, "I think I love you. I mean I'm not sure, but all I think about since I laid eyes on you is...you. I don't know how to do this. I'm not good at love and all that romantic stuff." Now he was rambling and she was just looking at him. "So what I'm trying to say is I love you. I love you, [your name]."

This was the first time he's ever done something like this and he didn't know if it was the right thing to do. He goes to say something else and she kisses him. When she stops and looks at him there are tears in her eyes. "Please say something," Ghost says nervously, "Are those happy tears or did I upset you?"

She laughs that wonderful laugh. "These are happy tears. Very happy tears." She looks him right in the eyes. "I love you, Simon. I thought I would be the first to say it. I was so afraid of what you might say."

All he can do is hug her. He's so happy. Then she says something that almost brings tears to his eyes, "You're the reason I'm getting better. I don't need these doctors or medicine. I need you, that's all."

"Well, now you'll never get rid of me," he says and she laughs, still holding onto him.

"Now that we have that out in the open I guess I can tell you I had a dream about you last night." She looks up at him and smiles.

"Are you going to give me details?"

She shrugs, "I'll think about it."

He'd get it out of her somehow, but right now he just wanted to hold her and kiss her.