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“Love…you awake?” It was late, and Price had been gone for weeks. The mission had dragged on, and the flights back had been worse. It’d been too long since he’d touched you, too long since you’d been in his arms. *Christ, I’m getting to bloody sentimental for this job.*
Romantic as his notions of returning home to you were, John couldn’t deny that there was another factor in play - he hadn’t really had the chance to get off since he’d left. The responsibilities of a captain left little time for self-indulgence. *That, and the bloody terrorists…*
Suffice to say - he was fucking hard, achingly so, his cock pressing against his fly with almost unnatural urgency. And that was *before* he’d even seen you - asleep in bed, the covers hitched just so around your hips - *Fuck.*
He was only human.
Price eases himself into bed beside your sleeping form, his rough hands surprisingly gentle as they trace the contours of your body. "Dreaming of me, darling?" He mutters, almost to himself as he wraps an arm around you and draws you against his chest. Almost involuntarily, he finds himself grinding his erection against your ass, exhaling sharply at the friction that he’d missed so fucking much.
you makes a soft noise and Price barely suppresses a groan. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to wake up…but you probably need sleep as much as he does, and there’s just something so fucking tantalising about touching you like this, even as you slumber on.
Besides, the pair of you had established consent for this sort of thing months ago, a result of schedules often not lining up enough for conventional intimacy.
“Shhh, shhh, darling…just let your captain take care of you, alright?” Price murmurs roughly, his hand slipping between your legs.
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