Promptober 2024! [Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader]

(NSFW) (Boyfriend!Simon) (reunion sex)

68 days, 9 hours and 23 minutes, that's how long Simon had been away for. Not the first deployment he'd been on since you started dating, but definitely the longest. Days seemed never ending, your nerves wrecked by your concern for him, restless nights spent in your shared bed, holding one of his t-shirts to your chest, in vain hopes that his scent would soothe you enough to allow Morpheus to take you in his arms. Sure, you still went on about your days, keeping yourself busier than usual, staying overtime at work, dreading coming to an empty home; it just didn't feel the same

The first week was fine: you had your space, more privacy - Simon was surprisingly very similar to a velcro dog whenever he was home - and you spent that time pampering yourself. The second week was a little lonelier, you started to miss Simon more, not hearing from him, and having no one to talk about your day to when you came back from work. By the end of the first month, you had less energy, not as motivated to go on about your day, always under the weather. Your friends forced you to go out with them, take your mind off him, but it wasn't easy to not be worried when you knew your boyfriend was in bumfuck nowhere, on the other side of the world, and you weren't able to receive any updates about his condition.

You didn't know when he was coming back, every detail about this operation of his being highly classified. You understood why many people in his field decided to never have families, and you had so much respect for those army wives, so devoted to their hero husbands, who somehow managed to not have a psychotic meltdown every time they left. Either way, the joy of having them back was unmatched.

It was a rainy night, the kind of night that makes you want to cocoon yourself in blankets with some warm tea and do nothing. Something on Netflix played on the TV, the heat from your mug of tea making the warmth seep through your skin and soothe your muscles. Suddenly, the screen of your phone lit up, an unknown number appearing on the screen. You hesitated, but ultimately decided to slide your thumb over the screen, bringing it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, lovie," a familiar voice greeted from the other side. "I know this isn't exactly the most romantic way to announce that I'm back, but it's raining bloody cats and dogs 'ere, so the buses home were cancelled. I ever had some flowers for you, those blue ones you like, but they got drenched, the bloody things."

You clamped a hand over your mouth, chuckling at his words as you suppressed a sob. He was back, and the joy you felt was unmatched. "Damn storm, eh?" You tried to jest, blinking away the tears. "Don't worry, Si. I'm on my w- why are you calling me from a public phone?" You asked, getting up from the couch to fetch your shoes. "Er...I might have gotten a little...agitated, when they announced that all buses were going to be cancelled. But a very sweet lady- Marjorie, yeah?" You heard him ask the most likely 80-something years old next to him. "Yes, so, Marjorie here gave me her phone so I could call my very beautiful girlfriend." You snorted a laugh, shaking your head. "Does Marjorie need a lift?" You asked, grabbing the car keys and your purse. "Oh no, her son-" A pause. "Benjamin is coming to get her. Drive safe, baby, it's not like I can go anywhere."

The drive was surprisingly short, since no one in their right mind was trying to drive in the storm, especially not this late at night. Once you got to the bus station, you saw a, very tall, familiar head of dirty blonde hair, and that damned scarred smile you had fallen in love with. The moment Simon had climbed inside the car and threw his duffle bag in the backseat, you just couldn't hold back tears anymore. "Hey ba- woah, woah, easy there, girl." Simon chuckled, encircling your waist with one strong arm when you basically threw yourself over the central console to hug him. Sobs wrecked through your ribcage, your tears quickly soaking up the collar of his t-shirt. "I missed you so much!" You cried out, your broken voice muffled by the skin of his neck, your face buried in its crook. "I was so worried, I didn't hear a thing from you, I was always nauseous, I-"