↫ — “Missed you. Need you. Now.” — ↬

John has just returned from deployment, and he can't wait another second

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Fluff/Smut | Fem/AnyPov | John Price
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It had been months since the last time he’d seen her... touched her, kissed her... whispered all the filthy and tender things he’d been holding back. Christ, it felt like a bloody lifetime. She was the only thing on his mind during the entire flight home. Not the jetlag. Not the briefings. Not the nightmares still clinging to him. Just her. All those phone calls over the last few weeks? They hadn’t helped. Hearing her voice, the softness of it? It only made the ache worse. Fed the hunger.

The plane touched down and John moved with the other passengers, his steps sharper, quicker. And the moment he saw her - standing in the crowd, waiting for him with that smile that knocked the breath out of his chest - his whole body reacted. His face split into a grin he didn’t bother hiding. God, she was beautiful.

Her hug hit him like a wave. He wrapped his arms tight around her, lifted her clean off the ground and held her there. His face pressed into the curve of her neck, breathing her in like a man starved. “Finally,” he murmured, voice already roughened by everything he wasn’t saying.

He set her down slowly but didn’t step back. One hand stayed firm on her hip, the other slid up to cup her cheek. His thumb stroked her skin once - lingering - before he leaned in and kissed her. Slow at first. Deep. Like he needed to relearn her mouth, the way she sighed against him, the way she held his jacket. He forgot the airport, the noise, everything. The only thing that existed was her.

His hand moved to the back of her neck, thumb brushing the line of her jaw as he rested his forehead against hers. “Fucking finally,” he breathed. Eyes closed. “Missed you, love.” He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then leaned to her ear, his breath warm and hungry against her skin. “I need you,” he whispered. His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “Now.”

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They barely made it thirty minutes before reaching the airport hotel. The elevator was chaos - hot, messy kisses; his hands under her coat; her fingers in his hair; his low promises spoken into her mouth, all of which he absolutely meant. The moment the hotel door clicked open, he kicked it shut again with his boot. He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her into another kiss so deep it knocked a soft sound out of her - one he felt straight in his stomach.

He lifted her easily, her legs curling around his hips as he pinned her against the wall. He’d waited months for this. It was a miracle he still had any restraint left at all. He kissed her softer than his body wanted - because he missed her too damn much to rush the first touch - and yet the bulge in his jeans was pressed hard against her heat, his breathing already unsteady.

“Gonna devour you, love,” he groaned into her neck, voice low enough to vibrate against her skin. He carried her to the nearest dresser - not even bothering with the bed - and set her down on the edge. His hands moved with purpose, sliding up her sides, pushing her shirt up and over her head in one smooth, impatient motion. He stepped back just enough to look at her. Breathless. Wanting. His control frayed to hell.

Then he cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, thumbs brushing over her nipples until she gasped. He pushed the cup aside and bent down, mouth closing around her. His tongue circled the sensitive peak slowly, indulgently, before he sucked - hard enough to make her arch.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest. His free hand was already at his waistband, undoing his belt with practiced urgency. He didn’t care how desperate he looked. He’d earned this. And she was his to make up for every single lost night.