It didn't take long for Simon to figure out where she'd run off to.
Within moments of hanging up Soap's phone call he'd dragged on his clothes and made for the door. Minutes later he was standing outside the locked entrance of the IT room, furiously banging on the door and demanding to be let in. As soon as he flashed his badge the petrified IT guys opened up the door. Then he stormed inside, practically shoving a bewildered worker off the computer and stealing his seat. With a few furious clicks of the mouse he found himself at the application he needed. He quickly started mashing in Y/N's phone number, tracking the location that her texts had pinged off of when she sent them. Then he checked Drake's number as well.
His eyes narrowed to make sure he wasn't imagining what he saw.
They were both pinging off the same tower thirty minutes away.
He grit his teeth, quickly standing and shoving past the workers who stared after him in a wide-eyed stupor. When he stormed out they quickly slammed the door shut, double locking it and praying he wouldn't come back.
Ghost hopped into his civilian car, the one he was assigned for his time at the encampment. He slammed the door shut behind him, quickly revving up the engine and tearing off down the roadway.
Images of Drake and Y/N sitting at the bar, drinking together flashed up in his mind. He was fuming. He knew what kind of a person Drake was, and knew he had no business spending time alone with her like this.
He'd be damned if this ever happened again.
You looked down at your phone once again, the drinks of the night finally beginning to catch up with you. You stared at the blurry letters on the screen, barely capable of discerning Soap's most recent text. You could see that he'd said Ghost's name, but couldn't tell what came after that.
Doesn't matter, you thought. Don't care.
You were jostled slightly on your right hand side. You looked up to see Drake drunkenly gazing down at you, his face slightly red and sweaty from the hours the two of you had spent having drinks and running around the bar. At some point not too long ago the two of you had joined a group of people playing pool, but you'd found yourself a bit too inebriated to do well and decided to watch from the sideline.
They had finally finished their game and Drake had come over to check up on you. "What are you staring at your phone like that for?" he shouted over the sounds of the music.
You looked up at him. You used your vision as a determination of just how drunk you were. You'd told yourself not to get too plastered, and you hadn't… but you were drunk enough that you were beginning to see two of him.
"Oh, just checking the time," you responded, remembering Soap's texts from earlier. You tried to keep yourself from frowning thinking about it. You were so sick and tired of the boys on your unit acting like your mother. Do they think you would be doing all this if they decided to run off for the night? No, you wouldn't. You'd mind your business and let them have their fun.
You tried to swallow your anger for the umpteenth time that night. You hated feeling like you were being controlled. All the hard work and effort you'd put in for the unit over the last year - hell, you'd even taken a beating for them! You were beginning to feel sorely unappreciated after realizing these men didn't even want you going out to have a night out of fun.
Drake could see the frown on your face, even as you tried to hide it. "Hey," he said coolly, gently turning your chin up to look him in the eyes. "What's wrong with you, darlin'? Tell me."
You looked at him, realizing you'd failed to keep your anger held inside. It must have been written all over your tipsy face. You stared at him, considering whether or not you should complain about how you felt, but decided against it.
After a few moments of your silence he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "You can tell me another time." He gave you a polite smile and you melted a bit at his beautiful face, feeling as if he might actually care about you a little bit. "I'm about to go grab another beer. Want one?"
You thought about it for a moment, your vision already blurring quite a bit. "This'll probably have to be my last one," you said.
"Alright. We'll have one more and head home. Sound good?"
"Yeah." You smiled at him and he turned to leave.
You pulled out your phone once again. Soap had texted you once more while you were distracted with Drake. You pulled it open, bringing the phone close to your face and attempting to decipher the blurry letters that wiggled and doubled before you.
Suddenly a pit began to form deep in your stomach.
What the hell? You asked yourself. You stared down at your phone for a few more moments, wondering where that feeling was coming from. The hairs on your neck began prickling. You sat your phone down on the table, quickly looking up and darting your eyes around the crowded room.
Why is my anxiety going through the roof?
Your eyes searched the crowd and saw nothing out of the ordinary. This happened sometimes - a ball of anxiety would enter your belly and you would be forced to sit with it, wondering if your intuition was telling you something's about to happen or if your mind was just playing tricks on you. Most of the time it was the latter.
Your eyes darted about the crowd one last time. Still, nothing was out of the ordinary. You decided it was probably just the alcohol, and nerves from having "snuck out", and looked down into your phone screen once again.
A few moments passed and that feeling didn't go away. Actually, it was getting worse. You began to fidget with your fingers, silently begging that anxious feeling to disappear.
Then you felt a presence hovering over you. You jumped, startled, when two thick arms placed themselves on either side of you, large hands clad in skeleton print gloves planting themselves upon the table.
A deep, rough voice growled into your ear.
"What the hell are you doing here, Y/N."
You froze. Your heart fell deep into your stomach. Goosebumps prickled up and down your arms. You realized you could feel the hood of his jacket brushing against the side of your head. If it weren't for that godforsaken mask you'd have been able to feel his breath wafting across your ear.
You found yourself regretting your decision to come out tonight. Began desperately taking back every single "I don't care" you'd tossed around in the last few hours.
Oh, fuck. I'm screwed.
You didn't answer him. His hands were still planted on either side of you across the tabletop. You could feel his chest pressed forebodingly against your back.
Your only response was to lock your phone screen that you still held shakily in front of you. Through the dim reflection of the now black screen you saw his masked face glaring back.
The reflection of his glaring eyes disappeared as he stood up straight, grabbing your bicep. "Come on," he demanded.
You finally turned around to face him, not budging a bit as he lightly began tugging you from your seat. "What for?!" You shouted at him disobediently.
He was immediately taken aback when he saw your response. You had never disobeyed him before. He looked surprised for a moment before his brows furrowed sternly. "Because I said so, Y/N, now stop fuckin' around, get your arse up and come with me."
He tugged at your arm again. You glared at him angrily. You didn't care that he was your Lieutenant at this point. You wanted to stand your ground and go home whenever the hell you decided to. "You don't get to control my civilian time!" You spat at him, yanking your arm from his grip.
His expression changed once again. Eyes narrowed just a bit. Chest rising and falling.
"The fuck I don't," he growled.
He moved forward, his gloved hands grabbing forcefully at your hips. You shrieked when he tugged you forward, your butt sliding in the chair and nearly knocking it over. You tried to hang onto the table, causing it to shake and nearly topple over. You heard the sound of your beer falling and spilling all over the floor. Then you felt a complete loss of control over your own body as he roughly hoisted you up and threw you over his shoulder.
It took you a moment to realize what was going on. You felt his hands looped around the crooks of your knees. Felt his muscular shoulder pressed into your hips. Your body bounced up and down as he took quick, angry steps, the grungy bar floor passing beneath you as you watched his feet carry you across the room.
You were struck by a feeling of hot, fiery rage. "Uggggghhhh!" you snarled at him, slamming your infuriated fists right on his butt. You began wriggling mercilessly, trying to break free from his grip that only grew tighter around your legs.
"God damnit, Y/N, stop acting like a child before I drop you!"
"YOU'RE KIDNAPPING ME!"
"Stop - oh, for fuck's sakes!"
He stopped in his tracks, one of his hands reaching quickly into his pocket. You saw the dark leather of his badge within his hand. "I'm not kidnapping her, she's with me. Fuck off!"
You could see from your upside down viewpoint that he'd just reached the door of the bar. Cold air met your body as he stomped through. You began wiggling again, shouting obscenities and demanding to be let free. Your tantrum proved to be completely useless as he kept on walking unperturbed. Which made you even angrier.
You heard the sound of a car door opening up. Then suddenly he was bending over. Instinctively you gripped onto his back as he roughly tossed you into the passenger seat of the car and slammed it shut before you could even catch your bearings.
Your fingers scrambled for the door handle. You tugged at it but it wouldn't budge. You mashed the unlock button of the door - nothing happened.
Child locked.
You threw a look over your shoulder and saw him rounding on the other side of the car, prickling with rage. "You asshole!" you shouted as soon as he opened up his door.
All he gave you was one dismissive look before he sat down in his seat, turning on the car and pulling off without a word.
You stared at him for a few seconds, taken completely aback that he'd actually just forced you outside of the bar you were just having a good time at. Unapologetically, and as if he actually had any say-so in your spare time, he'd removed you from the bar. All the frustration you'd felt at being monitored for the night began boiling upward - and all the anger you'd felt for the last week that this man had decided to pretend you didn't exist. In this moment, you despised the Lieutenant. The intense crush you'd had on him had given way into vitriol as he was acting like he could control you when he hadn't even said a word to you in an entire fucking week.
It took everything inside you to keep your mouth shut. Words, obscenities, and insults flew around inside your skull, but you knew there was nothing you could do - you pursed your lips and settled on a "Hmph!" before crossing your arms across your chest and turning your body to face the window as much as you possibly could.
You drove together in silence. You watched buildings, shops, and trees pass by in the darkness, your mind not even processing the sight of them. Your mind swam and your limbs trembled as you struggled to keep your anger under control.
Unbeknownst to you, Ghost had glanced over at you a couple of times. He took in your body language, turned away from him like an angry girlfriend in a rom-com. He knew you didn't know Drake the way he did, knew you didn't understand why he was taking this so seriously. He realized you probably saw him as a controlling asshole.
He finally spoke up about twenty minutes into the drive.
"Y/N."
He looked over at you, and you didn't budge an inch.
"Y/N."
You met him back with an extended, stony silence.
Finally, he heaved a heavy sigh. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N? You aren't supposed to run off alone like that."
"Alone?!" You finally spat out.
"Running off with a recruit you've just met does not count. That should have been obvious to you."
You huffed, still not even looking in his direction. "Stop talking to me."
You turned your body impossibly harder towards the window, glaring out of it with rage until you saw the beginnings of the encampment coming into view.
He turned up the driveway, pulling the car up until you were parked right outside of your dorm. Without waiting a second you immediately began pulling on the door handle before remembering that stupid fucking child lock. Your hand fell to your lap and you heaved a groan, determined to let him know just how unhappy you were right now.
You looked up when you heard the sound of his door opening and slamming shut. You watched as he walked around the front side of the car, pulling open your door and looking down at you expectantly.
You gave him the worst glare you could possibly muster before hurrying from the car and quickly brushing past him.
The car door shut behind you. You pulled the keys from your pockets, jiggling one into the keyhole and preparing yourself to slam the door without saying a single word to the Lieutenant.
The key clicked open and you pushed your way inside, hurriedly turning to slam it behind yourself.
The door caught.
Simon stood there, leaning against it. Looking down at you with dark, careful eyes.
Why did those eyes look so… tender right now?
You didn't care. You leaned into the door against him, letting him know you were done speaking with him for the night. "Go away!"
He pushed against the door harder. You tried to brace yourself against it but he overpowered you easily. Within moments he'd managed to shove his way inside and the door slammed shut behind him.
Click.
He locked it.
"Uuuggghhh!" you cried out, turning away from him and exaggeratedly throwing your hands in the air. You turned around once again, the alcohol you'd consumed taking over and further fueling your rage.
You ran towards him and placed both your hands on his chest, pushing him with all the anger that had built up inside you.
He stumbled a bit backward, surprised. Then he reached forward, deftly grabbing both your wrists and pulling them behind your back. You growled in anger once again, fighting against his grip, trying desperately to free your wrists until he decided he'd had enough of your tantrum.
Your hands were now pressed firmly into the small of your back by the force of him bringing you closer. He held you tightly, crushing your body against his to keep you from wrestling around any more. You struggled and struggled before realizing you couldn't escape him.
You looked up at his masked face, your brows furrowed in fury.
He looked down at you like a man attempting to wrangle a wild animal. "Behave!" His tone was like a parent disciplining a child. He watched the rage in your eyes grow even more.
"Get your - creepy skeleton hands off me!" You shrieked, twisting your body around maniacally.
"Y/N - ha, ha ha -" He shook his head, his voice trailing off into laughter for a moment as he held you still. When his eyes returned you saw amusement behind them.
Your jaw dropped. "You think this is funny?!" You felt so infuriated that the thought crossed your mind to lean forward and bite him. Imagined yourself taking your knee and jamming it straight up in between his legs.
You stopped for a moment, your chest heaving with exertion from your one-sided battle with Ghost.
He gazed down at you, seeing you take those angry and exhausted breaths. Saw you heave a begrudging sigh that told him you were finally about to give up.
Your head fell forward to rest against his chest for a moment, still panting with exhilaration from the argument. A few moments later you turned your head to look up at him once again, anger returning when you saw the smug look in his eyes that said he knew he'd won.
"Are you done now, you little fuckin' demon?"
He watched your eyes narrow, glaring angrily up at him with all those emotions you'd felt for the last week.
You yanked your arms around once again, more aggressively this time in an attempt to free yourself from his hard grip. He still held you fast but you'd managed to knock him around a bit, just enough to get yourself turned slightly to the side, your shoulder now pressed against his chest. You yanked at your wrists once more, gasping in surprise and tripping over his feet when his hands actually unclasped from your wrists.
He let go of you. You caught yourself against the wall, a bewildered look on your face when you looked at him again. He clenched his fists at his sides. "That's enough," he snapped. You stepped backward, seeing a change in his demeanor.
His arm reached up. Click. You were bathed in darkness.
He grabbed you again. His hand was at your wrist, pulling you forward. His other arm encircled around your waist, tugging you closer and nearly crushing you against his body.
"Ghost, what -"
Your words were cut off as he forced you backwards, still holding you against him. You stumbled until your legs caught the edge of your bed, falling blindly against it. You grasped at your bed clothes, almost sliding off the mattress, until his hands reached down and lifted you by your hips, tossing you back onto it.
You bounced, trying to sit back up on your elbows when you felt his knee between your legs, aggressively separating them and inserting himself there. He came forward, pushing you back down, placing his hands at either side of your head to hold himself up above you. His hips pressed hard against yours, his weight making you feel like you couldn't move. You heard the sound of some fabric slapping down next to your head, and you realized what he'd just done.
He took his mask off.
Your heart thumped in your chest. You could barely see him staring down at you in the darkness. Your breaths hitched and your heart pumped fast. He saw your wide, fearful eyes gazing at him, helplessly pinned to the bed.
"L.T.?" You murmured shakily.
His hands found your wrists, pulling them up above your head and pinning them hard onto the mattress, collecting them both in one large palm. Then you felt the other hand brush across your face.
His thumb and forefinger gripped gently against both of your cheeks, turning your face toward his.
You sucked in a breath, your eyes wide and your body beginning to tremble.
"Shhhhh." His breath wafted across your lips. "Listen to me, angel."
Your chest rose and fell quickly beneath him. Your breaths escaped your chest in exhilarated puffs of air, your ribcage brushing against his torso with every inhale.
He had you nearly panting.
His nose brushed yours. He spoke slowly, quietly. You'd never heard Simon's voice sound like that.
"I don't want to find out about you running off like that ever again."
His fingers left your face to trail lightly down your neck. He listened to your nervous, quiet, trembling gasps for air. He felt your chest rising and falling beneath his.
I want to devour you, he thought to himself.
"Is that understood?"
You couldn't answer for a moment, your mind reeling, caught up in the reality that a man you'd nearly fallen in love with had you pinned against your bed, whispering to you seductively. Finally the words came to mind. "Y-Yes."
He brushed his thumb across your lower lip. "Yes sir."
"Y-yes sir."
"Good girl," he whispered, leaning in closer to you. His lips brushed yours.
You began to melt then, as he hovered with his lips parted, only close enough to barely touch yours. His eyes remained slightly open, lustfully studying your responses in the darkness. A quiet, desperate whine was drawn from your throat, until he finally closed the gap altogether.
The breath was stolen from your chest, escaping you in a passionate exhale. Your body buzzed with feelings you didn't know it had. He paused a moment, savoring the sensation of your lips against his for the very first time. It was electric.
At the sound of your quiet, almost desperate exhale, his impossibly soft and supple lips crushed fully against yours, settling into the kiss. You felt his body weigh down on you even more, his torso pressed perfectly against you, pinning you deeper into the bed.
His lips moved against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your body. A feeling of burning desire found its way deep inside your stomach. With each of his delicious kisses he drew out your weak, passionate moans.
Music to his ears.
His lips separated from yours for just a moment. You opened up your eyes. His face was still merely an inch from yours. He sounded almost as breathless as you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he'd just completed a round of powerlifting.
Almost like he was struggling to keep himself under control.
"Remember this," he spoke quietly, the authoritative tone never leaving his voice. "I'm the one in charge here. You don't take orders from anyone else." His lips hungrily returned to yours to steal another quick taste before he continued. "If I find out that prick does anything with you ever again - it will be the last time he's heard of. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," you whispered obediently.
His hands left your wrists. His body pressed down against you once again. His hand began gripping at your waist, pulling you into him. You felt the hardness of his body pressing you down deeper into your mattress. You wouldn't be able to escape him if you tried. His lips met yours and you moaned again, louder this time, your hands traveling to his neck and pulling him closer to you.
You felt his tongue snake out and flicker across your lips. Your heart fluttered and you gratefully obliged, parting your lips and allowing your tongue to dance with his. He was delicious. You found yourself ravenously taking in every flick of his tongue against yours, his hips beginning to press harder between your legs. Your back began to arch, the sounds of your lips moving against each other entwined with both your impassioned breaths of air. You ground your hips into him and felt him return the favor. A pleasurable pain entered your lower stomach, your body begging, I need you inside me. Your fingers bared into his shoulders when he pressed himself to your warmth, separated only by a few layers of fabric.
Suddenly he broke away from your lips. You gasped quietly, not wanting this to end. Goosebumps erupted on your skin when his lips began pressing across your cheek, down to your jawline and then across your neck, stopping only to suck and nibble at your sensitive skin.
"Simon," you panted desperately. "Please don't stop."
You heard the sound of a deep, almost animalistic rumble escape from his throat. His hands gripped even more harshly at the skin of your waist, your shirt having ridden up from the two of you rocking ever so slightly against each other. He kissed your neck one last time, continuing to pull you into him as if he needed to be even closer.
He groaned once, deep, gruff, and hungry. He planted one last long, lingering kiss at your lips before straightening up without warning, your hands sliding off his back as he moved away from you.
You saw his silhouette reach over and snatch the mask before he straightened, turning and stomping to the door.
"L.T., wait!" You cried out, jumping off the bed and chasing after him.
He yanked the door open, slamming it shut. Leaving you alone in the darkness, without offering you a single last word.