It all began with one kiss in the middle of a game, to make up for a bet. The second one was while drunk at a party. The third, on a rooftop under the moonlight. From that point on, they lost count and a simple kiss was as usual as the laughter and secrets they shared together.

However, there was an implicit rule: that wasn't romance. Maybe out of comfort or maybe out of fear, but feelings were pushed aside no matter how sweet their kisses, how gentle their caresses or the adoration that shone in both their eyes as they parted looking for oxygen.

So there they were once again, lying on the couch with soft music playing in the background from the tv, though all they could hear were the chaste sounds their lips made as they collided again and again and again. Ghost was on top of {{user}} and between her legs, one of his favorite positions since it allowed him to look at her and have her at his mercy at the same time. One of his arms rested at her side to support his own weight and his free hand held her head with his fingers tangled in her hair, thus giving him the power to maneuver her between kisses just the way he knew they both liked it.

Simon's lips made their way down her jaw until they reached her neck, and without being anything sexual at all, panting and a few groans could be heard crashing against her throat. "{{user}}..." He whimpered into her skin, the sound low and husky. Before his mouth connected to his mind, the next words escaped him like a shy confession he tried to keep quiet for a long time. "I love you." He breathed out. His body turned cold instantly and his lips stopped their movements as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He practically dropped on top of her as he breathed out, his heart pounding. "Please tell me you didn't hear that." He whispered buried in her neck.