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Price’s little wife. The words echoed in your mind, your cheeks becoming flushed all over again. You tried to focus on chopping vegetables so you didn’t slice your finger open but you couldn’t help replaying this morning’s events, the memory buzzing around in your mind all day. You’d been on base to surprise John after nearly a month of being apart, his mission a long one, made longer by the nights spent alone and you couldn’t wait to see him. You’d checked in, collected your visitor’s pass and confidently started your way to your husband’s office on the other side of the base. Things had been fine at first until somehow you had ended up lost, completely turned around in the mess of buildings and alleyways and you’d thought to stop what looked like some rookie recruit for directions only to end up boxed in against an alley wall, a rough hand pawing at your chest and attempting to travel up your skirt. You had rightfully lost your shit but before you could knee the bastard in the balls a shadow had fallen over the both of you, sudden and silent. You knew Ghost had earned his nickname, John having spoken about the other man quite often at home but it was different to see it in action, startling to say the least to have a man his size appear seemingly out of thin air. The recruit had looked up when you did, his face going pale as he stepped away from you with his hands up in a defensive gesture but it had been too late. The lieutenant had seen enough to take the smaller man by the scruff of the neck like a misbehaved cat, demanding a meeting in his office early the next morning.
You’d righted your clothes, cheeks red with anger and embarrassment while Ghost picked your visitor’s pass up off the floor, examined it closely.
“So, you’re Price’s little wife. On your way to meet the Captain, love?”
You couldn’t see his face behind the the balaclava but the smirk in his rough voice was obvious. He had looked you over then, his gaze almost clinically appraising and not at all the leer you had expected. Your mouth had gone dry and a pulse of heat went through your lower belly when he had leaned in close, too close and clipped the badge back into place on your shoulder. He had been careful not to touch you, not to so much as graze the fabric of your dress but his proximity combined with his size was intimidating and shamefully arousing. It had taken you a moment to process that he’d spoken, distracted by the scent and warmth of him for just a second before he had pulled away, giving you back your personal space. The statement should have pissed you off, irritated you at the very least but you had just nodded, stuck out your hand reflexively and introduced yourself as John’s wife. He’d offered to escort you then, guiding you through several alleyways and a few buildings, a shortcut to the 141’s office wing.
You came back to the present, a carrot absolutely butchered under your less than careful attention. You scowled down at the cutting board, trying to shake the memory of how you felt when Ghost had gotten so close to you, the way your inner muscles had tightened just a little, clenching around nothing. You were married, happily so to a wonderful man who was due home in less than an hour and here you were fantasizing about his lieutenant. Ghost had been a perfect gentleman, bringing you to John like you were a lost puppy, even going so far as to make a bit of small talk although you could tell he wasn’t used to it. You sighed, trying to push the thoughts from your mind while you finished preparing dinner.
John arrived home a lot later than usual, had told you not to wait up but you did anyway, falling asleep on the living room couch after you’d gotten too cozy. The sound of keys rattling in the door woke you with a bit of a start until you remembered why you were down here in the first place. You stood, moving to greet him at the door just as he was closing it behind him. He hadn’t even been able to set his keys or coat down before you were on him, hugging him close and taking in his warm familiar scent that you had missed so badly. He chuckled, the sound smooth and rich like the whiskey he preferred and brought a hand up between your shoulders, pressing you into his chest and resting his chin on top of your head.
“I missed you too, darling. It smells bloody amazing in here, what did you make?”
You’d let go of one another a few moments later, sharing a few heated kisses and separating reluctantly to let John empty his pockets and hang up his coat. His boots came off in the front hall, socks going in the laundry room just off to the side before the two of you made your way into the kitchen. You’d made a Sunday roast, one of his favorites to celebrate his homecoming and ushered him to the table where you brought a plate still warm from the oven. He’d looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, a little smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
“You’re spoilin’ me love. You don’t need to do all this.” Regardless of his words he looked more than pleased to see you there with dinner and you guessed he hadn’t eaten since the brunch you’d shared at the little bistro just off base.
“You deserve to be spoiled tonight. You’ve been gone nearly a month.” You took a seat across from him at the table, smiling warmly. You couldn’t imagine what he’d been through the last few weeks and if he didn’t bring up work you didn’t ask. You were all too aware of what he did for a living and while it didn’t bother you too much it still wasn’t appropriate dinner conversation. “How was your day after I left? Other than long.”
He’d been tucking into his roast, a sense of contentment radiating off him when he finally tasted what he’d been smelling since he walked in the house. He was forcing himself to eat slowly, at a normal pace at least but a month in the field forced a man to eat quickly more often than not. “Mostly just long. I had a debrief that I thought I was never going to see the end of and enough field reports to drown in.” He was quiet for a moment, contemplating something before he fixed you with a questioning look. “Did you get lost on the base this morning? Ghost told me he found you in an alley by the barracks. You should have called me darling I would have come and gotten you at the gate.”
You got a little warm at the mention of Ghost, thoughts of the other man all but dissipated until John brought him up. “I wanted to surprise you in your office.” Your reply was almost sheepish, knowing he would have dropped whatever he was doing to come and collect you.
He nodded, taking another bite of roast before speaking again. “He also told me you had some trouble with a rookie today. Said you hadn’t gotten hurt but that you’d been a little upset. Bastard wouldn’t give me any more than that, said he’d already taken care of it. What happened? You alright?” His voice was low, gruff but not angry, not yet.
You looked down at the table then, cheeks staining a soft pink at his questions. You explained what happened, assuring him that you were in fact alright and that Ghost had stepped in at the right time. “I got lucky he was there, I guess. Kid nearly pissed himself.”
John had bristled at your story, furious that some punk would dare put his hands on you but had calmed a few moments later when you explained about the meeting in Ghost’s office, the way he’d been caught by the scruff of the neck. He laughed then, a soft sound and scrubbed a hand over his face. His tone was a touch more serious then, concern coloring his voice. “Why didn’t you tell me about it this morning?
“I was embarrassed.” You looked down at your hands on the table, studying your nails for a moment. You were due for a manicure but that would have to wait until tomorrow when you felt like it. “I didn’t want you to get all worked up over what essentially amounted to nothing and I felt stupid for getting lost in the first place.”
He nodded again, finishing his dinner and standing to wash his plate in the sink. He said nothing for a long while and you were beginning to feel a little awkward before he finally spoke. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about something like that. I’m your husband. Just wish I’d been there instead to teach the little bastard a lesson.” He set the now clean dishes on the rack beside the sink, turning around to face you and leaning up against the counter, arms folded over his chest. The way his T-shirt pulled taut at the sleeves caught your attention for a moment before you looked back up at his face, grinning at the smirk you found there.
“What?” You teased him lightly, letting your eyes roam over him appreciatively to make a point. He hadn’t come home with any injuries, not this time and you were half tempted to have him bend you over the table right then and there. You’d been on edge all day, your own fingers and the little rabbit you kept in your bedside drawer not nearly enough to satisfy the craving you had to be touched.
He’d come towards you then, taking your upper arms in a soft grasp and hauling your giggling form out of the chair and laying you gently over the table on your belly. His large calloused hands ran almost delicately down your arms before pinning both of them behind your back, a few fingers holding your wrists together. “You keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it upstairs.” He pressed his hips against the plush curve of your ass, letting you feel just how happy he was to be home. He groaned a little when you wriggled against him, his free hand coming up to catch your hip before you could tease him any further.
“We can go upstairs in a few minutes.” You huffed, already a bit wet from when your thoughts had wandered back to this morning and now with the stiff outline of his cock pressing against your ass you were more than ready to take him, could feel the slick mess already starting to soak your panties.
He made a noncommittal noise, the hand on your hip moving to raise your skirt, bunching it around your waist before returning to your skin, strong fingers pressing between your thighs and directly onto your clit. “You’re soaking wet love, did you miss me that badly?” He rubbed soft circles around the sensitive nub through the fabric, humming in amusement at the breathless noises you made, the way you squeezed your thighs together when you were overstimulated. “Or have you had something else on your mind?”
You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice, the slow steady way he was touching you not enough to get you off but enough to make you sound whiny when you spoke again. “Just… missed you. Wanted you all goddamn day. Almost asked for it in your office, over your desk.”
He growled at that, his chest pressing against your back and squishing you just a little onto the table, fingers still working at your clothed cunt. “Would have given it to you love. You know that.” You could feel him taking hold of your underwear, the soft lace peeling away from your soaking slit before his fingers were back, tracing over your slippery folds. “I did see you with Ghost today. Seemed pretty chatty for a man who’s so antisocial.” He circled your clit again, gentler this time now that it was so swollen before slipping a finger inside of you, your body welcoming the intrusion while he stroked you with his thumb. “You were laughing quite a bit.” There was no accusation in his tone, only a soft, teasing lilt as he worked another finger into your already dripping pussy.
“He seems like a nice guy. He was with me, at least.” The words were hard to get out, your head a little fuzzy with the pleasure of being stretched. You didn’t mention how he’d gotten close to you, pinned the badge back on your dress or the way you’d been almost immediately wet, some primal part of your brain finding the whole ordeal rather attractive.
“Mm, he can be. Seems like he’s got a bit of a soft spot for you though.” He pushed his fingers in a little further, feeling your inner walls before pulling them away to stroke delicately over your clit again. “Did you enjoy his company as well?”
You were getting close, just on the edge of an orgasm, his touch gentle but relentless. You let out a breath, fists clenching in his hold as he pulled pleasured gasps and little moans from your throat. “What’s this about, John?”
You squeezed down on nothing, eager to be filled again but his words gave you pause. Nothing had happened between you and the other man, the fantasies in your head the closest you would ever get to straying but the way he was talking made you feel guilty all the same and you had to remind yourself that the man wasn’t a damn mind reader no matter how often he tried to be.
“Just answer the question, love. I’m not angry with you. He’s an attractive lad, after all.” More pressure, his fingers sliding on either side of your engorged clit, pushing over the top in a slow pattern and your face flushed scarlet as a new wave of slick emerged to coat this hand. “You get wet at just the mention of him, hm?” He chuckled, the only sound other than the slide of his fingers over your body, wet and obscene in the silence of the kitchen.
You mewled, shamelessly grinding against his fingers in search of more friction. You’d never played around quite like this before and it felt like dangerous territory but you trusted John implicitly, knew he would never do anything to hurt you. You nodded, your cheek rubbing against the smooth surface of the tabletop.
“Can’t hear you darling.” His fingers suddenly stopping their gentle assault, his nose skimming the side of your neck before he placed a soft bite just under your ear.
You let out a low moan of frustration, the color on your cheeks rising again. “Yes. I enjoyed his company.” You squirmed, begging silently for him to continue, to let you come but he only hummed contemplatively in your ear.
He laughed, resuming his movements after a few long heartbeats. “And? You find him attractive?” His fingers were replaced by a stroking thumb, the pressure in your belly growing again. You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of three fingers now, prodding at your entrance. You were certainly wet enough to take them and you did, bearing down hard on his hand when you finally came. He withdrew slowly, releasing your wrists from his grasp. They would be red but not bruised, always careful not to hold you too tightly. He pulled you up to his chest, the two of you standing straight with him bearing most of your weight before he guided you to sit up on the table, kneeling in front of you with your legs over his shoulders. “Answer me, love.”
You were reeling, the post orgasm haze making your head fuzzy but now John was on his knees for you, running his tongue along the length of your cunt, lapping at your over sensitive clit before dipping inside. “I- Yes he’s attractive.” You whined, moans spilling from you openly now as you nearly smothered him between your thighs, his tongue sliding over your walls. It was only a few minutes later when you felt another orgasm building, and you ground your sopping pussy against your husband’s bearded face. “John please.”
He didn’t tease you this time, just gave you what you needed with his soft licks and sucks to your clit, his fingers dipping inside just slightly, one working into your ass to the first knuckle. You came hard again, clenching around his fingers while he continued licking over you, cleaning your mess as it came. You were spent then, slumping down to lay flat on the table for a moment, your breathing hard and unsteady. You were going to have to have a talk about this later but for now you just reached out, your hand palm up for just a second before it was engulfed by his, threading your fingers together.
“Let me take you to bed.” His voice was soft, raw with need and some other emotion you couldn’t quite place but you nodded your agreement, letting him lift you from the table and half carry you upstairs to your bedroom.
He deposited you almost delicately onto his side of the bed, helping to pull your dress up and off. Your bra was next, deft hands unhooking the loops and freeing you from the fabric. He tossed everything away, his hands smoothing over your shoulders and down to cup one of your breasts, his thumb circling your already hard nipple. The way he touched you was almost reverent and when you looked up at his face you could see a mixture of love and lust in his darkened eyes. He leaned down, his mouth meeting yours in an almost chaste kiss before he nudged you back on the bed, slotting between your legs after his own clothes had been discarded. His cock bobbed between his legs, heavy and leaking. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time, wondered just what had gotten into him but before you could ask he was hovering over you, bracing himself on his forearms. He let out a soft huff when you wrapped your legs around his waist, your body welcoming him eagerly as the tip of his cock brushed your entrance.
“Not going to last very long like this sweetheart.” He ground out the words, finding it hard to speak when your body accepted him so readily, like you were built for him.
You nodded, having unexpectedly already come twice in the kitchen and you enjoyed the feeling of being close to him all the same, his hard length carving out a space inside of you as he started to push in. John wasn’t a small man, not in the least and the same was true here. While you had no problem taking him, he was easily the biggest partner you’d ever had and the stretch still surprised you just a little even after almost three years of marriage. He began to move a beat later, letting you have just a moment to adjust to being filled. He tried to take his time, go slowly and savor this but the noises you were making had him on edge almost immediately and he struggled not to come right then and there when you bore down on him particularly hard, the muscles of your cunt spasming around him.
“Fuck, darling you’re perfect, you know that? My beautiful girl.” He spoke softly, his nose pressed into the crook of your shoulder. You could feel his thrusts start to stutter a bit, knew he was getting close and before you could say anything to encourage him he was picking up your legs, his hands under your thighs to fold you practically in half. You let out a low pleased moan as the position opened you up to take him further, gasping a little when he brushed against the deepest parts of you. You could feel yourself tightening up, dripping wet around him and that was enough to do him in. He pulled back, spilling over your exposed holes and rubbing himself through the mess, spreading his come over your folds.
He sighed hard, content but you knew he had to be exhausted. He let your legs down and you closed your eyes, listening to him move around in the ensuite bathroom. The bed dipped under his weight a short time later before you felt a warm damp cloth between your thighs, wiping away the traces of your evening together. Your gaze was half lidded, lazy and you moved just enough to make room for him, settling against his broad chest once he finally laid down. Sleep was tugging at you both and you snaked an arm around his midsection, one of his coming to rest across your shoulders, pulling you in closer so he could plant a kiss on your temple.
You lay there in comfortable silence for a while, listening to his heartbeat under your ear before you decided to speak, a question beginning to weigh heavily on your mind. “John?”
“Hm?” He had been half asleep, the sound coming out as more of a grunt. “What is it love?” He squeezed your shoulders again, a soft gesture of reassurance that he was awake and listening.
“About… what happened in the kitchen.” You started, pausing for a second while you figured out just what the hell you were going to say. You’d both gotten off on it but now in the quiet afterglow your more rational mind had time to wander. He’d never expressed an interest in anything like that before, had a bit of a jealous side and if you were being honest he could be a bit possessive at times so needless to say it had been a surprise when he’d started teasing you about Ghost. You were starting to feel guilty, ashamed even though he’d been the one talking you up, encouraging you to spill your dirty little secrets to his waiting ears.
He huffed a laugh before turning to look at you, his free hand catching your jaw in a light grip to tilt your head up. He could hear the emotions in your voice, wanted to reassure you that everything was more than alright. “What about it darling? Did you not enjoy yourself?” His tone was genuine, no hint of teasing behind it as he stroked your chin with his thumb.
You had enjoyed yourself, perhaps a little too much and your face flushed at the memory of him asking if you got wet just at the mention of Ghost while he was knuckle deep inside of you. “No, I did it’s just… well.” You didn’t know how to articulate it exactly so you decided to be blunt. “Nothing happened between Ghost and I.”
He chuckled, the motion shaking you both just a bit. “I know that, but I didn’t miss the way you were looking up at him when he delivered you to my office this morning. A little star struck, hm? Besides, I don’t blame you for finding him attractive. He’s huge, could toss you around like a ragdoll.”
You were quiet for a long moment, not missing the heat in words, the soft way he spoke the last sentence as though his focus was somewhere else and you realized he was thinking about it. This was new information, something you weren’t quite sure what to do with. You loved John, loved him with everything you had and thought you knew everything about him at least in the bedroom but it surprised the hell out of you to hear him talk like that and you decided then to push the envelope just a tad. “You think he’d be into that?”
There was a soft grumble and for a second you were scared you’d crossed the line but before you could say anything else you realized he was laughing again. “Oh, I’m sure he would. Likes you quite a bit from what I can tell.” He sat up a bit, propped against the pillows but kept you pressed against him. “I am curious, what did you do to get him acting like that?” Dark eyes gazed down at you, a soft smirk around the corners of his mouth.
“Acting like what, exactly?” You met his eyes then, curiosity and apprehension churning together in your gut.
“Mm, like a lovesick puppy. Bastard knows how to get under my skin that’s for damn sure but he was being truthful with me when he said he’s taken a liking to you.” He paused, the silence stretching for several long heartbeats. “And you seem to have taken a liking to him as well.” You weren’t sure what to say to that, flustered and guilty all over again but when you tried to pull away he held you fast, thumb stroking over the bare skin of your arm. “Relax darling. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” He leaned over, his lips ghosting over your temple before he continued. “Wouldn’t mind seeing the two of you together if I’m being honest.”
The words were spoken softly, a barely there whisper right into your ear and you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath over your skin. Your eyes widened in shock at his confession, heat flooding your face and your oversensitive clit giving a pathetic little throb. “John you-“ You huffed, taking in a breath before you finished your thought. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I’m very serious darling. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” He hummed, moving down to nibble at the side of your neck leaving little marks behind. None of them would bruise, you were sure but sometimes you wished they would.
You were quiet for a long few seconds, several beats passing between you as you decided just how honest you were going to be but given the situation you were better off just getting it off your chest. “Of course I’ve thought about it but I would never-“
His finger against your lips, silencing you before you could start your defensive rambling about how you’d never cheat on him. “I know you would never stray, love but this is different. The option is there for you, if you’re comfortable with something like that.” He quieted then, laying kisses over your cheeks while he held your jaw in his hand. “If not just say the word and I’ll never speak of it again.”
You ground your teeth a little, a bad habit. You weren’t against the idea per say but you’d never done anything quite like what he was suggesting. “I’m not… uncomfortable considering it but. Wouldn’t it make things a bit awkward between you and Ghost?”
He chuckled, surprise coloring his tone. “That’s your only hangup? The possibility of things being a little awkward? Darling we’re special forces, I’ve seen every inch of that man at one point or another, shared meals and even a bed during the last month while we were in the field. Do you know what’s really awkward? Waking up with Ghost’s morning wood pressed against your ass while you’re trying not to freeze to death waiting on recon.”
You couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks or the laugh that escaped you at the image his words provided, the picture all too clear in your mind. Ghost’s huge frame up against John’s slightly smaller one, pressed together on some shitty mattress in a safehouse clear out in the middle of nowhere, snuggled up for the night to keep warm. “Oh, God John that’s hilarious I’m so sorry.” You brought a hand up to cover your mouth, convulsing a little with the effort not to outright lose it but the thought of John waking up like that was too much. “Should I be worried about things getting a bit too friendly on those longer missions?” You teased, grinning at him like a loon but you’d be damned if you’d ever let him live it down now that he’d told you. Underneath your amusement however was something heavier, more primal and a bit possessive if you were being honest with yourself but the thought of them together like that should not have been as appealing as it was.
He grumbled a bit before laughing along with you, able to find the humor in the situations his line of work forced him into. “Oh yes we’re quite the pair of love birds. Being shot at really sets the mood.” He squeezed your bicep reassuringly, pulling you half on top of him and laying your head on his chest while he stroked your hair. “I’m not looking for an answer tonight. Just something I wanted to bring up, see if you would even consider it.”
You swallowed hard and nodded, rolling it over in your mind. The two of you talked for a while after about what sort of boundaries and expectations that came along with this sort of thing, getting more comfortable with the idea and even a bit excited at the prospect. It was well into the night when you finally fell asleep, John holding you close to his chest after a lazy second round.