Chapter 1 - Samantha

"Simon, don't leave," I speak over my shoulder towards the door, not taking my eyes of Corporal Andrews, who is currently wincing in pain as I clean up the very superficial scratches to his knuckles. I bite back an eye roll as he flinches while I wrap the final bandage around his hand. Simon turns on his heels and I hear him take in a sharp breath, I can tell he's in pain. He drops the medical supplies he planned to run off with onto my desk. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him push out my chair and drop into it, he swings his feet straight onto my desk.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and roll my neck. Stripping off my gloves and throwing them into the bin I stand stretching my back and twisting from side to side.

"Feet off my desk please Simon, your boots are disgusting".

With the grace of a bull in a china shop he drops his feet knocking off paperwork scattering it all over the floor.

"Shit," he bends to pick it all up, quickly grabbing his ribs and even under his mask I can tell he is hurt, I can see his short, sharp breaths moving the material covering his lips.

"Well Andrews, you'll live, barely" as he stands off the gurney I pat him on the back.

"Time for you to head back to your barracks and rest up, I'll do your paperwork and Simon will promise to take it easy on you in training for the next few weeks, won't you Simon?"

Simon grunts, nodding towards Andrews, then nodding towards the door, giving him his one and only opportunity to hustle quickly from the infirmary. The poor kid looks terrified. I offer Andrews a tired smile. It's the best I can do after a long day. The team came back in varied states of injury. Watching my friends be stretchered out of the helicopter and brought to me for care was terrifying. Amelia broke her leg in three places and Lucy needed a total of one hundred and sixty stitches across various wounds. Her leg had a slash to it so deep half the stitches she needed were internal. I picked bullets out of bodies, closed wounds that were close to infection and picked shrapnel out of König's back which took almost three hours.

"I've missed you baby" Simon grunts through painful breaths.

"Look at you? Why didn't you come to me hours ago Si?" I sigh, moving to stand between Simon's legs as he sits on my desk chair.

"I had shit to do baby, the others needed you more," he takes a deep breath running his hands along the backs of my legs tugging me closer.

"Si, You're bleeding everywhere. Come to the gurney let me check you over please," I plead looking at him with heavy eyes. I've missed him so much. All I want to do is jump into his arms and never let go but he's in so much pain. 

My office lamp illuminates Simon, his tight compression shirt is ripped on his right side and I can see bruising spreading into his underarm and down to the V of his waist. There's a slash across his left side, tracing along his ribs. The blood has clot across the wound but even in the glow of the small lamp I can see it's full of dirt. If it's not already infected it will be if I'm not quick enough.

I lean down moving Simon's hand gently out of the way and gently run my fingers across the edge of the wound. He winches slightly and takes a shallow breath.

"That needs a clean and some stitches, give me a second," I turn to my medical cabinet and grab a fresh suture kit. Turning back to Simon he rests his head back on the chair, his eyes closed. He's got blood seeping through his mask and it looks like it starts at his eyebrow. That's not what I'm fixated on though it's his chest, his strong chiseled chest and arms. The chest I've been longing to be held against for weeks. I'm standing between his legs, staring, practically drooling, when Simon coughs and my eyes snap immediately up to his. He is looking at me with hazy, lust filled eyes, mirroring my own but surely his are most likely due to a concussion he has suffered. 

His hands are white knuckled resting on his thighs. Without really thinking, my hand reaches out, softly gliding down his cheek hovering just over his lips through his mask.I stand between his legs and we are eye to eye, the tension palpable.

"You know, it would help a lot if you'd take this off, you have a nasty gash on your temple and I need to stitch it up, your eye is bruised and regardless your mask needs a wash its covered in blood" I whisper.

"It's not because you want to kiss me?" Simon tilts his head and winks at me.

"God you really are concuss arent you?" I shake my head smiling.

"You seem a little flustered Samantha?" Simon pushes my hand away from his face, raising his own to pull my collar down slightly and bring me closer, he is so gentle and my nipples tighten instantly. My breathing hitches and my eyes close softly.

"Seems like it's flushing your neck and chest too, are you going to be ok to stitch me up?" Simon lightly tugs at my collar and I'm so distracted I stumble onto his lap stepping on his booted foot as I go. Simon groans and I immediately stand back up.

"I'm so sorry Si, you're in pain, let me grab some gloves, come over to the table?"

I hastily walk to my supplies, grabbing the things I need, my cheeks are burning red with equal parts embarrassment and desire. With my back turned I don't hear him get up to meet me at my table. I turn around and see him looking back at me.

"I want to sit right here Sam." I can see the grin through his mask mostly because his emerald eyes have a devilish glint to them.

"Si," I whisper, when I look at him he nods down, towards the floor at his feet and I know exactly what he wants. I drop to the floor, resting my supplies on his lap.

"I'm going to need you to take this shirt off for me, well what's left of it," I run my fingers softly over his chest letting my finger trail down towards his belt.

"That cut is dripping blood onto my floor and the cleaners don't come back till Monday...so unless you want to be scrubbing my floors, hurry up". I lean back slightly on my heels, giving him some room to adjust himself, sitting up slightly he slowly peels off the shirt, stopping at his chest, he locks eyes with me he grins.

"Are you sure we can't do this later? I've missed you so much baby," he lifts the shirt off completely, dropping it behind us, his eyes falling back to mine.

With a sweetened smile, "Si, its..." I turn to look at the clock behind me, "it's three am on a Friday morning, you're bleeding all over my floor, I've dealt with so much blood today, my entire weekend will now be completing paperwork and by some karmic punishment, you're my last patient of the day. So yes I will be bossy now, hold still please."

I carefully clean the wound on his side watching Simon's muscles tense under my touch. I can feel him watching me, his stare stunning me into silence. I finish up his stitches, he needed twenty seven of them, placing a large bandage over the wound and stand needing to stretch my legs.

"Ok, that's one wound down, can you let me see your face now?" I practically whisper the last part desperate for him to reveal himself to me. The minutes that pass could kill me and I find myself speaking to break his stare, for the fear that if he looks at me any longer I'll embarrass myself.

"You know, if you're not as good looking as Micheals when you take that mask off I'll be disappointed," and that earns me a chuckle from Simon. A deep rumbling chuckle that makes my neck hot and my underwear wet.

"Oh love, you'll find that under this mask, I'm the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on, but I think you already know that".

I place my hands on my hips, "Si, I really need to see your head, that blood has soaked through your mask and I need to check for any signs of internal bleeding, please, just let me look I'll be so quick I promise".

"You'll be quick huh? I don't want you to be quick but I do want you to beg" Simon looks at me, his gaze so intense I feel like I'm going to combust, to burst into a million pieces and never be seen again.

"Beg?"

"Yes love, beg. If you want me to take off my mask, then I want you to beg me. Get back on your knees like a good girl and beg me to show you my face."

He's serious. He's absolutely serious. His tone is laced with so much lust, hearing him speak like that to me has me so close to climax and he's barely touched me. His eyes harden, his hands flex on his thighs, he readjusts himself on my chair and if I'm not mistaken, I see his cock hardening through his combat trousers. My absolute wildest dreams could not have thought this up - the dream I had just last night about being ravished by this man can not come close to what is happening right now. Without thinking I drop to my knees between his thighs. I look up at him, my eyes so heavy with desire and he grins through his mask.

"Please Simon...please can I see your face?" I practically moan the words, desperate for him to touch me, desperate for him to show me that this isn't a dream or that I didn't hit my head and fall into a coma.

"Simon?" He stares down at me, his deep green eyes have darkened and he looks so devilish. He is daring me to call him Simon again.

"Ghost, Can I please see your face?" I purr, leaning forward, resting my hands on his knees, he lifts a hand to cup my chin rubbing his calloused thumb over my bottom lip. I part my lips and he pushes his thumb into my mouth and I lick the tip. Slowly he pushes more into my mouth and I moan as I suck his thumb into my mouth before biting down gently.

"That's better love, much better" and without a seconds warning, he loops his arms under my underarms and lifts me to straddle on his lap. Our faces are millimeters away from each other, I can feel his cock harden underneath my ass and I take the opportunity to move forward grinding against him. Simon's head tips backwards and his Adam's apple bobs and his hands lower to grab my ass.

He leans forward whispering into my ear, "Love, if you're going to start grinding those sexy little hips against my cock, don't stop".

I grind myself against his length again and we moan in unison as his head falls back again. I take the opportunity to slide my hands up his bare chest, tracing over his shoulders before hooking my thumbs under the base of his mask under his chin. I feel his heart rate pick up as he uses his hands on my ass to firmly grind my hips back and forth on his lap.

"Don't be scared love, lift the mask but once you do, there's no going back. You'll be mine, I'll own you, all of you, just like you'll own me, there won't be a place on this earth that I cannot find you, there's not a part of you that won't belong to me."

Simon reaches up, grabbing my wrists but not pulling me away, "I'm serious Sam, you lift that mask, and you're mine," he breaths into my ear. He removes his hands from my wrists, placing them firmly back on my hips. He squeezes my ass, hard enough to bruise tomorrow, hard enough to be intoxicating. My breath hitches as I begin to lift the mask. 

I'm all in.

The dried blood has stuck the mask to Simon's face so I try to be gentle not forgetting the reason he came to me in the first place was a huge laceration to his side, multiple broken ribs, a swollen eye and a possible concussion with a side of internal bleeding. In all the lust I have completely forgotten that this man just came back from a three month mission in complete and utter pain, yet here I am grinding myself on his rock hard cock desperately hoping he'll fuck me to oblivion before the sun rises.

"Sam, just take off the mask baby, I've endured worse pain than you tearing this off. You've seen most of me already," he winks.

I peel the mask off revealing my handsome man staring back at me. His stubble has grown out since I last saw him and the scruff around his face hides the scars that covered his chin. His whole face is covered in dust, dirt and blood. A patchwork of grazes and scratches, old and new, cover his forehead and cheeks. Simon licks his lips as I stare at him, into his emerald eyes that are so bloodshot and tired. I wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't slept in days. His right eye is significantly bloodshot and starting to swell and this left temple has a cut that will need some stitches.

"I have to check your head and neck for bruising as that can be an indicator you could have a brain bleed" I raise myself, attempting to lift off Simon when his hands firmly grip around my waist.

"Oh love, I've waited far too long to get you onto my lap, don't think you're getting off so easily" he whispers.

Shivers cover my entire body and my nipples are so hard that you can seem them through my shirt. I see Simon grin as he notices the effect he has on me.

"Well, Ghost, my job as this base's only nurse comes first to your desires, so the quicker you let me check you, the sooner I can hop back on" I wink as I hop off his lap, although hop isn't the best description. More like an ungraceful dismount.

I stand and move behind Simon running my hands along his shoulder and to the base of his neck. I run my hands up his neck and trail my nails through his hair towards the top of his head. Simon rolls his neck releasing a moan, I check his pulse through his neck noting its incredibly high - it's nice to see I have an affect on him too. I lean down, my lips softly placing a kiss behind his ear. I wait for him to pull away or tell me to stop but he doesn't. So I softly trail my lips down his neck and across his shoulder before walking back around to face him.

"What's the verdict Doc? Will I make it?" He chuckles, tapping his lap for me to climb back on. I nestle myself back onto his lap, his erection still painfully hard against me and lean down to kiss his neck on each side. I lean back looking into his eyes before biting my lip. I stroke his stubble with my thumbs, desperate to kiss him.

"Well, Si...I mean Ghost, you'll need some more stitches, I'll need to flush your eye with a wash solution and then I'd suggest bed rest for the weekend and then no active duty for at least a month while those ribs heal. Keep physical exercise to an absolute minimum and if you get the slightest headache or neckache you come and tell me. Did you hit your head on the mission? Have you had any ringing in your ears or dizziness?"

"Love, "

"Si, Im serious, as much as I want you right now you have to tell me if you hit your head, I can't let you fall asleep alone if that's the case, concussions can be really serious"

"Love," Simon grabs my hands and places them over his shoulders while resting his hands on my hips. 

"I won't lie after you said bed rest all I've been thinking about is you, in my bed, my very own sexy nurse for the weekend, I'm fine I promise, but if you're offering to stay in my bed all weekend to keep me company, then please, be my guest" he nips at my neck and I moan into his shoulder.

"Sexy nurse? In this outfit huh?" I look down at myself and laugh, my scrubs covered in all sorts of bodily fluid, blood covering my white tennis shoes, I can't see my face but I'm sure that my mascara has smudged down my face and my hairs a mess. I don't know if I have had any water today, let alone anything to eat, but I don't care.

Simon grinds me into him, leaning into my ear, "To me, right now, you couldn't look sexier, well actually you could" he chuckles.

"Yeah and how's that?" Forgetting the strength that this man possesses he stands and my legs wrap around his waist as he walks me backwards towards my quarters.

"What are you doing Si?" I mumble into his neck and he opens the door to my bathroom.

"Well, I need to wash this blood off my face so you can stitch me up right? And you need to have a hot shower to clean up from the day, so why don't we save the hot water and shower together?"

"I have unlimited hot water" I say playfully poking my tongue out at him.

"Oh I knew there was a reason I wanted to seduce you," he chuckles and I freeze. 

He must sense the change and I drop out of his grasp onto my feet. He holds my shoulders, tipping my chin up to look at him but I can't. A tear slips from the corner of my eye.

"No, baby I didn't mean it like that, I was just joking around, I..."

"It's ok, I'm just," I sigh.

Simon does the one thing I wasn't quite sure I'd ever get to witness, he drops to his knees, still holding my wrists.

"Baby, look at me. Sam, look at me please," He tugs my arms until I look down to him, my eyes welling with hot tears. His ribs are bruising right in front of my eyes, the blood on his face has dried along with dirt and dust. I shouldn't be this affected by something so trivial.

"I am on my knees, that's never happened before, not even to an enemy, I promise you Sam, I am not using you. That was a stupid joke and not how I feel about you at all. I've wanted this moment right here with you since I first saw you please, don't let my stupidity ruin this I'm begging you. I thought of you every single night I was gone, how much I couldn't wait to see your beautiful smile again". Simon runs his hands down my arms taking my hands into his.

"You're begging huh? I can see why you like it so much Ghost," I look down to him and he stands, once again lifting me to wrap around his waist.

He gently wipes a fallen tear, "Please don't ever doubt how much you mean to me Sam," he leans in and his lips are just a breath away from mine.

Before I can say another word he crashes his lips into mine kissing me with such force it takes my breath away. He walks me towards the bathroom kicking the door open leaning into the shower and turning on the taps. Now, these showers are not fancy nor are they large enough to comfortably fit us both but I think we can make it work. Steam fills the room as Simon stands back placing me down on my feet before kneeling and undoing my laces. While he works to untie the childish knots in my laces, I lift my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor before unclasping my bra. My breasts fall, my nipples are so hard they could cut glass and my chest is flushed red with desire. Simon looks up and a grin creeps over his face, slowly he lifts each foot, removing my shoes before tugging down my scrub pants. I'm left, wearing only a tiny black thong.

"Now this, this is a view I could get used to Sam," He looks up at me with a schoolboy grin.

I smirk, "I can definitely agree with that Ghost". 

Simon hooks his fingers into the strap of my thong, tugging it down over my hips before taking a deep gravelly breath looking towards the door behind me. I think to myself that he's going to stop this, he's realized what a mistake this is, when he all of a sudden stands, pulling down his own trousers, revealing a pair of black boxers that cannot hide his rock hard erection. I've never seen something, someone so incredibly intimidating even when almost naked but I can't look away, I want him. He pulls down his boxers finally freeing his cock and I can't help it but my jaw drops. I'm not sure that will fit anywhere.

"Like what you see love?" he chuckles, opening the shower door and reaching out for my hand. 

I take it and he gently guides me into the steaming shower. His erection pushes into my back as we step in so I turn leaning my back against the wall, letting Simon stand in the flow of warm water. He needs this shower more than I do, who knows how long it's been. Blood from his face drips down, spiraling into the drain, showing me that the wound on his face is a little bit worse than I first anticipated. I pass him some soap, gesturing for him to pour some into my hands. I can't help but stare at him. I bite my lip painfully, desperately raking my gaze over his naked body. The way each droplet of water runs down his abs, the way the blood washes over him, it's all too much. Simon closes his eyes letting the water wash over his face and rakes his hands through his hair. His arm muscles are so huge and his veins lace across them, winding through his tattoos and scars.

"Turn around Si," and he does, letting me soap his shoulders and down his back although I can hardly reach standing on my tiptoes. It's a storyboard of scars, some healed, some healing, others so faint you can hardly tell. I lean forward placing my cheek on his back, wrapping my arms around him. I just want to savor this moment because I don't know if it will last forever. My hands drop to his waist and I see his cock jerk as my fingertips glide over the sensitive spot on his hip.

"Love, as nice as this is, if I don't get to sink my cock into your perfect little pussy in the next two minutes I am going to die and then you'll have more paperwork to do tomorrow" Simon says through heavy breaths.

With my head down to stop the soap from getting into my eyes I watch his cock bouncing as he moves and finishes up rinsing the soap from his body. Simon spins me before stepping out of the shower, letting me get the full stream of the water to rinse my hair and I quickly wash myself.

I hear him grab a towel and dry himself off and open the bathroom door, "love, I'll meet you in the bedroom, please hurry" he says and there's a sexy desperation in his voice as he shuts the door behind him.

Taking a deep breath I step out grabbing a towel and quickly dry myself. Wiping the mirror I look at myself and see a huge smile slapped across my face and a flush to my neck. I wrap a towel around my body and open the bathroom door. Tiptoeing to my bedroom I open the door to find Simon sitting on the edge of my bed. He looks enormous against my tiny double bed, his thighs opened wide, one hand wrapped around his cock as he gently strokes himself. We lock eyes and I drop my towel and I watch Simon's eyes roll over my body. I slowly walk towards him, his hand still stroking his cock as he watches me with a devilish grin. I stop between his legs and drop to my knees and run my hands up his thighs, watching his cock twitch at my touch.

"Oh love, as incredible of a sight it is, I am not a patient man. Get up here and sit on my cock would you?"

Standing between his thighs, Simon helps to position me directly over his cock straddling him. He holds me above him, rocking me back and forth coating the tip of his cock in my arousal.

"So wet for me already love, tell me if you need me to stop ok," and with that, he gently lowers me onto his cock.

My pussy struggles to take him and I let out a breathy moan as I sink down. He barely gets a third of the way before he groans against me "baby, are you ok?" and at that I sink myself down onto him holding onto his shoulders. I'm determined to take him to show him what a good girl I can be. Simon moans into my neck as we both adjust and I stretch around him, he tightens his grip on my hips.

"Oh baby, you have no idea how good you feel, you're such a good girl taking all of me," before I can even process his filthy words, he stands turning around to lay me down on my back and Simon rests above me with his forearms outstretched at either side of my head. 

Slowly, he begins to work his way in and out of me his eyes locked on me looking for any sign this is too much. This is too much but not in the way he thinks. I've never felt so deliciously full, Simon's gaze so full of lust I feel like I must be the sexiest woman on the planet. With each thrust Simon gets faster, going deeper, my climax building in my lower stomach and my eyes rolling back, I wrap a leg around his waist, careful to avoid the black bruising creeping over his sides. Simon leans down, taking one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and biting down and that's when it hits me. An orgasm spreads through me like a lightning bolt, I feel my pussy clench down around him and my legs wrap tighter around his waist. Simon doesn't let up his cock thrusts against that sensitive spot deep within me, making me buck against him. He fucks me through my climax, my legs shaking as he thrusts deep inside of me until he finds his own release.

Simon leans down, nipping my ear lobe in between his teeth.

"Si, that was, umm, that was amazing," I blush, feeling my cheeks turn hot as he pulls himself from between my legs.

"I may need some more stitches love, you've got sharp little claws kitten," Simon chuckles as he walks over to grab a towel. With his back turned to me, he may be right, my nails have raked down his back leaving my mark. I didn't even realize I did that. Simon brings the towel over, swinging my legs off the bed and lowering to his knees he cleans me up before dropping beside me making the bed creak and dip.

I raise my forearm up and over my eyes, starting to giggle, "So, can I get back to my job now? Seems like all the blood has rushed from one particular area and your eyebrow is bleeding again."

Simon reaches up and touches above his eyebrow wincing slightly, realizing there is in fact blood now slowly dripping from the cut.

"Yeah lets do that but I...I don't have any clothes," He softly laughs and that noise makes my heart skip a few beats entirely.

"Oh ok, well you can stay naked or I've got some lost property and random uniforms in the cupboard in my office. No idea where it's all come from but there's got to be something your size in there surely?"

I grab myself an oversized t-shirt, throwing it on before heading to my office to see what I can find. Behind me I hear Simon stand, the bed groaning under the weight of him, before he walks to the kitchenette and puts the kettle on.

"Good idea," I call over my shoulder. I don't have much luck in the lost property, but there is a hoodie I think might just fit and a pair of old grey track pants.

I bring them back to the bedroom and hand them to him, "try these on for size, I'll go get my kit to clean up your head ok?" Before I turn to walk away, his hands reach for my hips, gripping me tightly, possessively, before leaning down to me and placing a kiss on my lips. Just as quickly as he kisses me, he lets me go, turning me and tapping me on the ass.