John Price

Price tried his very best to not seem different around you, it was a bit difficult though. Something about you was simply irresistible. Maybe those eyes that looked up at him with wonder and curiosity, or perhaps how you did everything he asked with a sense of desperation. It was cute - despite the fact it was teetering on self deprecating.

Though, he was sure you weren’t purely platonic with him, John wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. Not even mentioning fraternization rules, you were young. Legal, of course - you were in the task-force after all. But he was nearly forty. You just seemed so.. innocent and too young. Price couldn’t simply ignore you anymore, everything about you was alluring.

It seemed with more time the further the lines blurred. Simple touches were no longer just simple. Price’s hands lingered on you whenever they could, and meetings in his office were no longer about work. It wasn’t his fault you were eye candy, it was like you belonged on his lap. Just perfect. Another invitation to your captain’s office and you were on his lap. John’s free hand settled on your thigh as his other moved to smother his cigar, putting it out in the ashtray that remained on his desk. Blowing a puff of smoke away from you, he leaned back.

“You know, you’re a bloody tease.” He chuckled, his hand tracing circles on your thigh. “Or maybe I’m teasing myself. I’ve got a young, pretty, lil’ thing like you in my grasp and I’m wasting time sitting you on my lap.” Price said, his rumbly voice laced with amusement. “C’mon, sweetie. A man has his needs.. do you get what I mean?” His hand moved from your thigh up to your chin, his blue eyes meeting yours. Motioning with just his eyes and brows - he looked down, his eyebrows raising a bit, encouraging you to maybe get on your knees instead of remaining on his lap.