John Price x Reader. Fluff. Implications of a BDSM relationship.
At some point in the eveningāfor you, anyway, since when you answer the call itās clearly midday for himāJohn finds the time during his latest deployment for a video chat.
He looks a little haggard when the call connects, face reddened across his nose and cheekbones and dark circles under his eyes. He brightens when he sees you, though, crows feet deepening.
āThereās my dove,ā he says fondly, the rasp of his voice low and soft. His beard is growing out, curly and dark in the artifacting of the camera.
āThereās my captain,ā you return, smiling.
āWhat day is it for you, there?ā he asks, sitting back, getting comfortable.
āSaturday,ā you answer.
āMmm,ā he hums, as if itās the nicest thing heās heard all day. Probably is, really. āTell me about it.ā
You do; John always likes to hear about your days, when heās far away. The tiny adventures, the workplace dramas, the little pleasures and minor catastrophes of normal civilian life. Keeps him balanced, he tells you; reminds him there are other parts of his life aside from the job, and the work.
You show him the embroidery project youāre close to finishing, the little window hinges you bought at the craft store for the miniature apartment youāve been building from a kit. Itās the same one that he always half-complains about being spread over the kitchen island when heās home, and you always remind him that he doesnāt have much room to complain; he bought you the kit on a whim, after all, without your even asking.
At one point the door starts opening behind himāheās posted up in a large tent, empty bunks behind himāand he quickly covers the camera with his hand. He mutes you for a moment, then comes back.
āOnly got a few more minutes, sorry,ā he says, refocusing on you. āAndāyādidnāt mention that other project, I noticed.ā
You suck your lips between your teeth, effecting ignorance. āHm?ā
As always, nothing escapes him.
āSo hereās the thing,ā you say, strangling the fingers of one hand with the fingers of the other, āthe bathroom is so clean now, John.ā
āAnd I finally ordered my new glasses, you know, like Iāve been meaning to for months, and you keep reminding me about.ā
He pinches the bridge of his nose between two broad fingers, eyes sliding shut like youāve just told him that some important intel has gone bad. āHow long have you been working on this.ā
āI donāt think thatās important,ā you squeak.
One blue eye opens, piercing you. Humor sparks in its depths, though when he speaks, his voice is gruff, every bit as commanding as when he gives orders to his men. āI need to go,ā he says, āso hereās the deal Iām gonna offer you. If that draft isnāt done by the next time I speak to you, then when I get home Iāll put you over my knee and tan your arse until youāre crying. Understood?ā
Your voice has retreated somewhere down your throat, hiding very far beyond your trembling vocal cords. āYes sir, understood,ā you manage to peep.
His other eye opens, and he smiles affectionately. āThereās a love.ā