MultiFandon Fluff Oneshots

Massages (Cpt. John Price x M!Reader)

Pairing: Captain John Price x Male Reader
Warnings: Nudity though there's nothing descript, nondescript shoulder injury received while in the military

You'd been soaking in the bathtub for a little over half an hour. Your house had been almost silent, save for the crickets chirping outside. So, when you heard your home alarm go off, your immediate thought was Oh shit, someone's in the house. Did I forget to lock the door? You moved to get out of the tub before your husband's voice cut through the silence of the house. "Love? I'm home."

Price was home a couple days early. You called back out to him where you were, relaxing back in the tub with a low, relieved sigh. Soaking in warm water seemed to help soothe the ache in your muscles. Unfortunately, however, it did nothing to help the cramps and overwhelming pain you got in your shoulders since the injury that got you discharged from the military. The seemingly constant pain that only either dulled or got worse, never went away. And, today seemed to be one of your worst days.

The only thing that ever seemed to help were massages, specifically Price's. He had given you one while he was home once and you had never felt better. When he left, you went out to get a professional one done. It didn't feel the same as Price's and ended up making you hurt more than if you hadn't gone and you almost would've called yourself disappointed..

The bathroom door opened to reveal your husband. "Welcome home, John," you smile, leaning back in the tub to look at him. "I'm sorry I don't have anything done. I wasn't expecting you home so soon."

Price stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and started stripping. "No need to apologize, love," he hums, setting his clothing in a neat pile next to the door. He ran a hand through your hair and you sat up to let him slip in behind you. "How're your shoulders doin' tonight?" He asks, running his hands over the skin.

"One of my bad days," you hum, leaning back against the man with a quiet breath. His fingers danced over the skin of your shoulders before he gently nudged you forward.

"Massage?" He offers, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. You hummed, nodding as you sat up in a comfortable position. Price moved to the edges of the bath behind you so he was sitting above you, making it a little less awkward to give the massage.

His hands first ran over the skin of your shoulder blades before his thumbs pressed into the divots of skin between your blade and your spine. You let out a relieved breath with the movement and Price could feel your muscles relax under his fingers. His thumbs moved up to your collarbone and up the back of your neck before they trailed back down and repeated the motion.

With every draw of the motion, the pain in your shoulders dulled and you let out short breaths and sighs. His fingers brushed just under your shoulder blades before they flattened out over the broad bone and his palm applied pressure against it as he slowly rubbed over the bone.

His hands worked magic into your skin and muscle, dulling your pain almost to the point where you couldn't feel it. They worked your knots gone, your cramps dulled, and they sent shivers down your spine when he fingered over your spine. You let out a sigh when Price removed his hands and slipped back in behind you.

"Thank you, captain," you whisper with a smile, leaning back into him. "Feels much better."

Price chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Anythin' for you, love. I hate seein' you in pain."

You laughed quietly, holding his head down so you could return the kiss. "What brought you home so early?"

"Is it a sin to want to see my husband?" Price scoffs lightheartedly, nuzzling his beard against your cheek which brought another laugh from you. "Just wanted to see you. It felt like I'd been away too long, missed you," he hums, tracing his fingers down your arm. "I love you."

You felt yourself flush and shift against Price. He had always been straightforward and it always affected you the same way. "I love you too, John," you murmur back, just loud enough for Price to hear. He pulled you back against him, pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt his lips curl into a smile against your neck.

You wouldn't trade your time with Price for anything, no matter how spread apart it is. Every second spent with the man brought you an overwhelming amount of joy and you hoped, knew, he felt the same.