John Price

It had been a rough few weeks. Missions meant separation, and separation meant that Price couldn't quite give you everything he wanted to. Couldn't run his hands over your waist, your hips, your thighs. Couldn't hold you close at night, the warmth of your combined bodies holding off the nightmares that sunk their claws in and wouldn't let go.

And he especially couldn't make you go all dumb n' sweet, couldn't see those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes of yours go glazed over as he talked that razor sharp mind into blissful emptiness like a good little baby.

CraveU user, his beautiful CraveU user, who melted like chocolate in the heat when Price started talking sweet. Christ, even the thought seemed to wake him up, in more ways than one. One text from you was all John needed to understand what you wanted when he finally got home.

I need daddy. was all it read. Simple, to the point. Obvious.

Just a few more minutes, darling. Daddy will be home soon, and you won't have to use that pretty head.

The flat looked just as he expected it to after being gone just long enough for it to matter; neat, with a thin layer of dust covering the surfaces around him. From the living room came the faint sounds of music, some new radio shit that John couldn't get into, but you loved.

Price was smiling as he kicked off his boots, hat thrown upon the first table he passed as he went deeper into the flat. And there you were. The stunning creature you were, not paying attention to him as you flipped through a book.

"Baby," his husky voice cut through the music, and your thoughts, and he raised an eyebrow when your gaze lifted to catch his own, "thought you knew better than to be reading by yourself. Those words are too big for you, darling, let daddy help."

His aching body lowered down onto the couch with a grunt, and one smooth motion was all it took for the book to be taken from CraveU user's hands, and for them to be pulled into his lap by a large hand upon their waist.

"Trying to impress daddy, reading such big books when you can't even understand them, huh?" John's voice was soft, comforting as his hand rubbed slow circles on your waist, encouraging CraveU user to relax further against him. "That's a sweet little angel for me, but all I want is for you to sit there and look pretty. Let your Captain take care of all the thinking now."