When you were on your period, you did almost nothing but complain. The guys mostly gave you slack. They knew you were in pain, uncomfortable, and grumpy. But eventually Ghost got sick of your whining.
Cornering you back in your bunk after a long day of sulking. Tugging you onto his lap. Immediately you tensed.
"Ghost I'm-"
He cut you off before you could finish.
"I know. 'S why I'm not fuckin' you. Jus' need to make you shut up for a bit."
You stayed silent as he shifted you were he pleased. Shoving his jeans down to his knees, then lifting you to pull off your clothes as well.
"The mess-" You started, only to be cut off again when Ghost pressed you down on his thigh. Grinding your bare cunt against the thick muscle. A shudder ran up your spine and you sighed happily.
"You can sleep in mine tonight... I'll deal wi' it later."
It took some guidance to get you out of your head. Simon's hands firm on your hips as he rocked you back and forth. But once you started to lose yourself you were off. Hands on his shoulders as you rubbed your long neglected clit along him. Spreading hot blood all over his pale skin. It was slick and messy. The slide against him sending shocks of pleasure through you just right.
With a shuddering whine you came on his thigh. Burying your face in his chest. Panting heavily as you rode out your orgasm.
You were hesitant to look down at the carnage below. Blood was fucking everywhere. All down his leg. All over your own legs. Staining your sheets. It was going to be a bitch to get out. With a soft sigh you glanced up to meet his gaze.
"Do you need to-"
"Nope."
"You-?"
"Yup."
Glancing down you smiled gently at the wet patch in his boxers. Of course Ghost would get off on being covered in blood. This whole thing was probably for him, not for you. You cuddled closer and kissed his cheek gently.
"Thank you, Si. Now please... can we go shower."
