COD Oneshots / shorts

Psych Warfare pt 2

Summary - Howell and Price have some quality time. (They fuck)
Warnings - smut

"I missed you, Price." Howell said, smiling at the warmth she was feeling. "We should get together more often." The subtle vanilla taste of the bourbon was making her smile. She was a damn lightweight, and Price was very aware.

"Your outfits have been great this week, Tess." Price spoke in a slurred voice. He was giggling to himself. "You're even prettier than last time we were together."

Howell couldn't tell if she was blushing from the alcohol or the compliment. "You're such a tease, John." Her laughs were echoing around the room.

She had messaged König earlier to take the rest of the interrogations for the day. She needed some quality time with the captain.

"I haven't dated anyone since you, Tess." Price blurted out. He covered his mouth immediately, blushing more. "Shit, I didn't mean to say that, Tess. I'm sorry."

Howell walked over to him, putting her hands on the sides of his face. "Neither have I, captain." She grinned.

She planted a kiss on his lips, holding him close to her. Price reciprocated, pulling her onto his lap. Deepening the kiss.

He pulled away for a second. "This is quite unprofessional, Dr. Howell." He laughed, kissing her again.

Howell groaned. "We never paid any attention to rules anyway." She wrapped her arms around him gently, pulling herself even closer to him.

A knock on the door of his office sent Howell hopping off of him. She straightened herself out and opened the door.

Soap was standing there, smirking. "Hey, doc. What're you doin' here?" He knew something was up. He could feel the tension a mile away.

"What do you need, MacTavish?" Price barked, wanting desperately to get back to his time with Howell.

"Well, cap, I just wanted to know if you would be busy the rest of the night." He was speaking in a disgustingly happy tone. "Wanted to go grab drinks with some of the boys."

"I'm very busy, I'll join next time." Price yelled, getting up and closing the door, clicking the lock.

Soap left quickly, finally understanding what was going on. He ran to tell Ghost immediately.

"Now that he's gone..." Price spoke, pushing Howell against the door.

She gasped, Price hadn't been this forward last time they were together, she liked it.

Price moved his kisses down to her neck, nipping at the soft skin, leaving small bruises. Howell yelped against the small amount of pain.

She took her shirt off, knowing John would want to mark her up even more. "I've waited years for this." Price mumbled. He moved lower, nipping at her chest. "You're so beautiful, Tess." She could hear the desperation in his voice.

Howell grabbed him by his chin and pulled him up to her lips. Before he could kiss her, she spoke breathlessly, "I'm going to fucking destroy you, John Price."

Price blushed even deeper, kissing her again. "Please, by all means, destroy me." He groaned.

Tess pulled him away and over to the desk, sitting down on it. Before she could even tell him what to do, Price was on his knees, pulling at her waistband. She helped him by lifting her hips.

Her underwear came off with the pants, letting the cold air hit her. Price put her knees over his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the desk.

He teased her with one of his fingers, biting at her thighs and lower stomach. The marks were a deep purple and would surely last a while.