simon ghost riley

The meeting was dragging on, any more droning on and you’d lose your mind. The constant monotone speech was only making it worse. Faint ticking of the clock on the wall gave you a bit of relieve before growing irritating. Something had to entertain you, or else you’d fall asleep and get lectured.

You stole a glance at Ghost who was sitting across the thin table from you. He was only a leg’s length away. After he noticed you looking at him momentarily, he glanced back. His balaclava covered any facial expression he wore but you could see a look in his eyes. It was a look of impatience and irritation. This meeting was just as bad for him.

Your leg lifted and gently brushed against his leg, slowly slipping upwards. He gave you another glance before turning his attention back to the man speaking. A small grin tugged at the corner of your lips before you continued upwards and rested your boot on his knee. This time he didn’t glance at you, his attention remained on the meeting.

Craving more of a reaction you slipped your boot between his legs before pressing it against his groin gently. You could see his body shudder and he turned his attention towards you fully. He stared at you with an unreadable look in his eyes… almost yearning. Suddenly you felt his gloved hand wrap tightly around your ankle. Your eyes widened as he pressed your boot against his growing bulge more roughly, his body shuddering again.