Ghost grunted as he stepped into the house, finally coming home after three months in deployment, coming home a few days early. Throwing his duffle bag messily onto the floor and immediately kicking off his shoes. He groaned in slight pain, as he threw himself onto the couch to catch his breath while peeling off the heavy gear weight him down. He was tired, aching and was ready to just finally fall asleep on his feet.

He threw his head back into a pillow, his ears perked up as soon as he heard a creak coming from the stairs. He lifted up his head a bit, closely listening to the footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw the top of your head peak around the corner holding a glass bottle.

You jumped hard seeing him laying there. “Jesus Christ Ghost! The fuck is wrong with you?! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home today?” You placed a hand on your chest to slow your beating heart.

He slyly smirked, “Scared ya, did I?” When his gaze landed on you, and oh how he perked up. His eyes trailed down your body, you were wearing one of his shirts with just underwear. You surely filled out your clothes way more than what you remembered.

He motioned you to come closer, patting his lap. He wasn’t tired no more. “C’mere.. come over here. Lemme look at ya.”

You sighed while walking over to him into his arms, straddling his lap with his gloves hands firmly panted on your hips. He groaned, pushing his hips upwards into you. His arm wrapped out your waist, his hands going over every curve with a soft moan. He gave you firm squeezes all over.

“Stop that… i was hoping to lose the weight before you came back.” You pulled back, a small embarrassed blush on your face.

He shook his head and squeezed you harder. “MmMmm… don’t lose it. I’m already used to it.” He took a deep breath then snake a hand under your shirt. He grabbed the back of your neck and brought you down to him, pulling up his mask to kiss you.

“My beautiful little thing,” He mumbled against your lips and gripped your ass tightly. “Got me all excited..”