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It was around 12 am and the taskforce had just finished a joint mission with the MI6. Quinn Campbell, the MI6 agent assigned, had been undercover in preparation for this mission and had supported them throughout. They had been drinking to their success at the base and one after one headed to bed, pretty buzzed.
Quinn had been the first to go, tired and utterly exhausted. She’d been close to falling asleep in the small bed in the barracks at the military base they were staying before their flight back, as the sounds of heavy footsteps grew closer.
“You doing okay, Bells?”, the gruff voice of Captain Price coos from behind her.
He sat down on the bed behind her, smoking one of his cigars. She jolted up, scared shitless in her half-asleep state, and rolled off the bed, getting ready to throw fists. When she saw Price sitting on her bed she let out a groan and sank back onto the bed next to him, holding her head.
“Christ, Price…,” she mumbled.
He chuckled and took a drag of his cigar, the smell of it wafting into the big room.
“Looks like you wanted to kick my ass there, huh?” he said, his voice softened by the smoke in his mouth.
“Yeah, well,” she grumbled and looked at him. “What can I say, being on mission with you guys again made me paranoid.”
This hadn’t been her first mission with Price, nor the taskforce. She met Price for the first time years ago, back when he was a Lieutenant. Over the years they had been assigned on missions from time to time and gotten to know each other, talking a lot in those long, sleepless nights keeping watch or looking for someone.
She stood up and put a hoodie over her loose shirt and boxers she slept in before slipping into her shoes and grabbing a pack of smokes.
“Let’s head outside, wouldn’t want the wrath of the boys on me for waking them up,” she mumbled quietly.
“Good idea,” Price said with a small smirk before finishing up his cigar and tossing it in the nearest trash can.
“And here I was thinking I could finally get some time alone with my favourite MI6 gal,” he taunted, his voice laced with sarcasm.
“Your only MI6 gal,” she scoffed and glanced at the sleeping team members of his.
She felt like Ghost wasn’t actually sleeping though, just having his eyes closed. He was a light sleeper.
“And we’re never alone,” she mumbled before heading outside.
Price chuckled and followed behind her.
“Still my favourite,” he mumbled.
As they stepped outside the wind whipped around them and the cool night air sent a chill up their spine. Price’s arm slipped under hers, his shoulder nudging against her. She looked at him surprised, he was never an overly touchy guy.
“Are you a little drunk?” she teased him, looking up at him.
She wasn’t a small woman by any means, taller and broader than the average, but he was a tall and broad man. Not quite as scarily tall and broad as Ghost, but he definitely carried himself with a certain energy.
“Maybe a little,” he teased back, his warm gaze shifting from her to the horizon and the stars stretching across the night sky.
She could feel his free hand moving along her arm, the warmth from his fingers radiating through her.
“You’re not gonna tell though, are you?”
“Who am I gonna tell, the captain?” she snickered and pulled her arm back.
As nice as it was to feel some friendly touch she didn’t want to risk anything, she was still tipsy as well and he would probably just regret breaking some rules the next morning.
Just as she pulled her arm back, Price caught her wrist, preventing her from putting more distance in between them. He pulled her closer, their bodies nearly pressed up against one another. She could feel his heart pounding and his breath on her neck.
“Quinn, look at me,” he said firmly, his eyes burning into hers.
Her eyes widened and her heart started to beat significantly faster than before. She looked at him with big eyes.
“Price, what-”
Before she could finish her sentence his lips pressed down onto hers. He wasn’t careful, he kissed her like his life depended on it. His tongue ran over her bottom lip and he pulled her body closer to his, his lips never breaking contact. One of his hands ran through her hair, the other holding onto her waist.
She let out a surprised sound as he just..kissed her. She could feel his desperation behind it and for a moment she was too shocked to do anything, overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings. It’s not like she hadn’t imagined some..things with him, but she decided to remain professional, for their work’s sake.
After a few seconds she gently pushed him back, looking at him.
“You’re drunk and not thinking straight,” she mumbled, slightly out of breath.
He didn’t even let her finish the sentence before he wrapped his arms around her tightly, lifting her against his body. It was like he didn’t hear her, or, didn’t want to hear her, didn’t want a voice of reason tonight.
He kissed her again, groaning softly as he deepened the kiss. She couldn’t help but moan softly into his lips. It had been so long for her since anyone touched her like that, desired her like that. She couldn’t help but kiss him back this time, just for a moment, before her conscience caught up with her.
“John…we work together..,” she whispered, pulling back.
A low groan escaped his throat when she pulled back, but her words seemed to reach him this time. His lips were slightly swollen and his breath was heavy as he tried to calm down.
“God, I’m such an idiot,” he muttered. “You’re right, I don’t know what got into me…I’m sorry,” he mumbled and ran one of his hands through his hair.
She could see the shame in his face, but she could also see that his desire for her had not gone anywhere. She stood there, dumbstruck and a little turned on, staring at him as she gained her breath and tried to calm her racing mind. She had no idea what to do right now, her body and her mind fighting a battle.
Silence fell between them as they stared at each other. The wind whipped around them, rustling some trees. Neither of them seemed to know what the next move should be. After a few long, agonising seconds, Price finally broke the silence with a soft sigh.
“I should…probably go,” he murmured quietly. “It's late and you need some sleep,” he added, his voice sounding hoarse and shaky.
“Wait.”
She grabbed his wrist before he could move. She stared at him, confusion and uncertainty in her eyes but also desire. She took a step closer to him and opened her mouth, but couldn’t find the words. But once again, before she could say anything, he pulled her closer and claimed her lips once more. His hands held onto her waist tightly. There was no longer shame in his expression and he groaned softly as his lips moved against hers.
She kissed him back with the same passion this time, a soft moan escaping her when he groaned against her. She felt her stomach flutter and she grabbed onto his arms. The sound of her moan sent a surge of desire through his body and one of his hands travelled to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
Their kiss was deep, desperate, needy. His hand travelled up, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair. The action nearly caused her knees to give out and her grip on his arms tightened. He pulled away for a moment, gaining his breath before he tilted her head and pressed his lips against her neck.
“Quinn..,” he whispered into her ear, his voice almost sounding like a growl.
That was really all it took for her.
“You have a room here, right?” she panted.
Price let out an excited groan at her words and without wasting more time he wrapped his arms around her thighs and picked her up, rushing to his room. He slammed the door shut behind him and threw her onto the bed carefully, quickly locking the door before taking his clothes off.
She immediately slipped out of her shoes and pulled her hoodie off, her shirt and boxers following, carelessly thrown onto the ground. He was in his boxers now, looking at her hungrily before quickly following her onto the bed, pressing her into the sheets.
He hovered over her, kissing her neck, her shoulder, travelling to her breasts. His tongue played with her nipples, sucking on them gently until they were hard. He travelled lower to her belly and she felt her head spin in pleasure.
Her hands trailed over his back and went into his hair as he went lower, soft hums escaping her. Price was barely thinking, his body tight with lust, but he had standards. He kissed along her stomach, her hips and her thighs, and he stopped just short of her core, gazing up at her, his eyes pleading for her to give him the go.
“God, yes,” she groaned, and encouraged him to go further.
He didn’t hesitate and kissed her inner thighs up before his tongue licked against her. He groaned as he tasted her and began to lap at her wet folds like a man starved. His fingers started to probe her entrance and he could feel how wet she was already.
She whimpered and her grip in his hair tightened, her other hand holding onto the bed sheets. She cursed under her breath, it felt so intense and good and overwhelming. She could hear him moan against her and he sucked on her clit while carefully pushing one finger inside her, stretching her.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered and arched her back slightly, his big and calloused fingers feeling godly right now.
He licked and sucked on her clit while he slowly pushed his finger in and out before adding another one. She gasped softly and cursed under her breath.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” she moaned, her body squirming and pressing against him, seeking out more of that incredible feeling of his mouth against her.
“You’re already so close,” he breathed out, his body strained as he continued his magic.
He curled his fingers inside her from time to time and kissed around her clit before sucking on it again. The whole situation, the alcohol, the sleepiness..it all made everything feel so intense. She tightened her hand in his hair to warn him and she pressed her other hand on her mouth as she came loudly, squirming and shuddering underneath his touch.
He didn’t have much patience left and let her ride out her orgasm for a few seconds before he withdrew with a low growl. He rolled her onto her stomach in one smooth motion and watched as she heaved onto her knees, still recovering but also craving more.
He pulled his boxers down slowly and methodically as he watched her, reaching for the night stand he knew some condoms were in - a tradition kept by everyone who carried a high enough rank to get a single room on different military bases. He rolled one on his hard length, hissing impatiently at the feeling.
He let out a shaky breath before he hovered over her, pinning her wrists behind her back, holding them there with one hand. With the other he pulled her hips back against him. He grinded against her, coating his length in her slickness.
She moaned at the feeling and the fact that he used a condom without her having to ask for it made her smile. She knew her standards were low, but…it was nice to not be disappointed for once. Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him slowly pushing inside her and she gasped softly, her eyes rolling back at the feeling.
He was thicker than average and he slowly and carefully stretched her out, cursing under his breath at the feeling of her tight heat around him. After she got accustomed to him he began moving slowly, gaining speed as he chased his own release.
She couldn’t hold herself up anymore and fell face first into the pillows, whimpering in pleasure. He let go of her wrists and grabbed the sides of her ass, pulling her against him with each thrust as he began fucking her with a steady rhythm.
The way her ass cheeks rippled with each thrust made his head spin and he cursed quietly. He gently smacked her ass, soothing the skin afterwards with his hands and her name fell from his lips in a low moan.
She shuddered and felt her stomach do a flip when he mumbled her name and from how good he felt. She cursed softly and Price chuckled quietly.
“You’re close to your limit, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice raspy and accompanied by the lewd sounds their bodies were creating.
“Yes,” she managed to moan, barely able to think.
He slowed down a bit, his thrusts slow enough to make her clench around him, begging for more, but strong enough she didn’t need it faster. She had never been able to cum during piv sex, and she was honestly surprised she came before. But he made her feel a certain type of way, something deep in her stomach. It made her head dazed and she couldn’t think, only feel.
He leaned forward and nuzzled into her neck. She shivered, the gesture felt so intimate, romantic even. At least to her, right in this moment.
“I’m so close..,” she whispered, feeling the hot sensation in her lower stomach and the strain on her clit.
“You’re almost there,” Price whispered into her ear as he continued to push into her, again and again.
“Just let go,” he murmured, his voice sounding soft and gentle, his tone completely different to the desperate and rough one before.
He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear with his low, gravelly voice.
“You feel amazing..”
She whimpered under him, she felt so helpless and taken care of at the same time.
“I can’t..,” she whispered desperately and frustrated from feeling like she was about to implode.
His hands slid down her arms and he held her elbows firmly in his grip as her body wriggled underneath him.
“Relax,” he whispered, almost sounding like a command, “I’ve got you.”
His calm, deep voice and the way he held her brought her over the edge and she let out a whispered “fuck” before she moaned and whimpered into the pillow, muffling her voice as her body squirmed and shuddered underneath him, her walls clenching down around him as he somehow managed to make her see stars.
As her whole body bucked against him he growled in her ear, knowing damn well he had just sent her over the edge, again.
“God, you are beautiful when you come,” he purred, fucking her through her intense orgasm.
She was still shaking and clenching around him, feeling completely overwhelmed with the sensation of coming with someone inside her, his gentle thrusts making her buck her hips against him.
“Please, I can’t take more,” she whimpered.
He pulled back a little, still holding onto her elbows, and began thrusting a little faster, chasing his own release. It didn’t take long for him to finish as well, her walls clenching around him sending him over the edge and he tensed and groaned as he came, his hips pressed tightly against hers.
She moaned when she felt him finish and after a few seconds he pulled out, panting heavily. He pulled off the condom and disposed of it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his breath still coming out in sharp gasps.
“God…I…,” he mumbled as he took a deep breath, looking down on her.