Ghost would malfunction to see you smile during sex. Enjoying it so much that you giggle, writhe in his arms and sink your teeth into your lips to hold it back. It’d make his blood feel so suddenly cold, his cock heavy where it stutters inside of you. Holy shit he’d be pawing at your jaw, his eyes focused in on that curve at the corners of your mouth.

“Christ, smile again for us, will ya? Let’s see it. Show me how much you love it.” And he’d do anything, eager and determined to give you enough reasons to keep that look on your pretty fucking face.