Don't fear the reaper - Captain John Price

XXXIX

The clouds were spilled in the thick paint across the sky as the sun kissed the horizon. Another day of the cold winter day passed, bringing the darkness into the city. The time was running quicker than everyone always expected it to be. The days were suddenly becoming longer, as the last rays of the sunsets were painting the kitchen in bright colors.

"We have to come back to the base," Price grabbed the documents from the dining table that was reminding him of his desk back at the base so badly. A could have days on leave in between the missions was always more than enough for him, and now his body and soul were screaming at the captain to come back into the walls of the base.

"So, we?" Amelia took a sip of tea which turned iced cold from the time it spent on the wooden surface. Her eyes were watching the man in front of her as if trying to get inside his mind and finally get all the answers to the questions that were keeping the strong grid around her neck day and night. But even John himself couldn't find the answers to these questions.

"Yes, love. You and I – we," The gaze of the blue eyes caught the curious look of the browns on him, as the man was shortening the distance between them with each heavy step echoing in the quiet apartment.

"Even though the boys know about us?" A cold tea was forgotten about from the moment the leaves of the black tea touched the warm water. Knight was keeping her eyes on John, ready to hear any words coming out of his lips even if it would shatter her heart into a million pieces just like a thin glass.

"You silly little thing," Price whispered, as his fingers which became rougher after years of holding weapons in it touched the soft skin of the woman's chin, keeping her eyes on him. The world was quiet when the lips of the two met each other in the fading lights of the sunset.

John's hands were cupping the brunette's face in them, taking all her attention to him from the whole world surrounding them. It seemed as if the lips of the two were speaking their own language, not letting even a single word slip into the thin air. The captain held Amelia closer in his arms, not letting their lips part way, as he kept taking control of the kiss back to him making it deeper. Her hands grabbed his strong shoulders when the woman's hips touched the cold surface of the table, just to draw Price closer to her body. Hungrily gasping for air, the only thing a brunette could feel around was him. The aroma of John's shower gel still hiding on the fabric of his shirt, mixed with the smell of the cigar that saw his attention a while ago and the musk of the man's skin felt intoxicating to Knight. His hands were tenderly caressing the skin of her thighs that were not covered by another shirt of his.

"Won't have any shirts left soon with you, dove," John looked into her eyes, leaving the distance between their bodies painfully known but yet short. Cold fingers of a woman were running along his muscular hands as if a woman was discovering his body once again to herself.

"I can give it back to you, captain," Knight didn't think twice when the soft fabric of the man's shirt fell down on the hardwood floor leaving her almost disarmed in front of Price.

The blue eyes of the captain were running along the well-known curves of the officer's body, as his hands couldn't help but get to the soft spots that were hidden under. His lips left a wet trace along the brunette's neck, leaving his own marks with the bites of the teeth on the porcelain skin of a woman. A soft moan escaped from Amelia's red lips as she finally gave up under the charm of the captain as his hands were getting lower. Price couldn't help but let a smirk stay on his face as he watched a woman being taken over by desire when his thumbs were playing with her nipples. Maybe Knight would never learn how to be quiet when John's hands were on her body, and the soft moans of a brunette were escaping out of the kitchen as she was becoming a mess in the hands of the captain sitting on the top of his dining table.

Finally, Price placed his large palms on her tights, with the satisfaction drawn over his face as under the touch of his hands, Amelia spread her legs for him.

"All soaked up for your captain, look at you, love," The man knew this time they had more time than usual at the base, but still, they never got all the time the world could give them. John's fingers touched the wet fabric of the woman's panties before they fell down on the floor revealing the results of the man's games with her body and mind to him.

Amelia's hands were sitting on the back of the captain's neck, feeling the tense muscles of his back under her touch. John was never off guard, unlike her who was naked with her heart open in front of the man. His finger was running over the sensitive bud again and again, sending electrical shocks over his body as the darkness was taking over her brown eyes with pleasure mixed in desire.

"Next time just say thank you, Lia. Or do you want to be a little brat?" John was looking into her eyes, keeping his thumb on her chin just to make a brunette look back at him as his finger slowly entered her dripping cunt.

"No, no, John," Amelia whispered, feeling how he added another finger inside her curling them slowly moving in and out, following the rhythm known only to the captain as she was letting her quiet moans be heard by the next door neighbors through the thin walls of the apartment.

"Can't hear ya, dove," The captain was used to being in control of everything around him. The setting, his team, his own self, and now, as his fingers were creating a mess and the juices of a brunette were dripping on the wooden table, he couldn't help but keep his deep blue eyes on her face, as a woman was taken over by the sweet feeling of pleasure that made her forget about everything else in the world.

"Thank you, sir," Amelia whispered, feeling the lack of power to say the words out loud as he was letting his fingers move rougher, touching the soft spot of the woman as the captain enjoyed the loudest moan out of her lips with the taste of his name on the woman's tongue.

"That's a good girl," John left a soft slap on her ass, his digits were stretching her open on the dining table in front of the captain as the squelching noises mixed with Amelia's sounds were filling up the room.

"Price, I'm gonna –" Her hands were desperately reaching for Price's shoulders just like for the bricked wall to hold onto as the orgasm was building up inside her body. The air seemed too heavy to breathe, Amelia closed her eyes in pleasure finally letting the wave of self-control fall down on the cold floor.

"Make a mess, love, c'mon, cum for me," The captain was watching the blush of orgasm covering the cheeks of his officer, as he thrust the fingers into her. Price could feel how her cunt was clenching around his digits, as the orgasm was taking the woman over faster than the night falling onto the city.

"John!" The man's name echoed in the walls of the apartment, as the loudest moan escaped out of Amelia's lips when the pleasure of orgasm took her over. She weakly fell into John's arms, feeling the mess between her legs on the table.

"Atta girl," Price wiped off the juices on the shirt that was covering her body just a moment ago. His hands fell on the woman's hips, making her wrap her legs around his muscular torso. A smirk was hiding on the edge of the captain's lips as he looked over at the table to see the mess they created. A whisper was caught by Amelia's ear, as the man was tenderly caressing her back. "Let's get you cleaned up, dove."

Not the table, but her.

And maybe, they meant to each other more, than the two could admit out loud.