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Ghost chuckled, lips smiling under the pushed-up mask. "You will now, won't ya?"

Doc hummed in mild agreement, gaze flickering in interest as her eyes drifted up to his jaw. "How's the stitches here?" She reached up, fingers a fluttering sensation over his face.

"Fine." Ghost tilted his head away, eyes following Doc's face. It was rounded, sweet, with a sinfully plump mouth and intelligent eyes. Her fingers moved over his skin, around the stitches- she was prodding it, gently, testing the area. "Good thing women like scars, innit, doc?"

She grinned, fingers turning, her knuckles stroking his jaw now. "Mm. I can vouch for myself, Ghost." She stepped away, picking up the clipboard, eyes still on him as he rolled the shirt onto his body. Plenty of touches had come from her end- some beyond what Ghost believed a regular medical examination typically called for.

"Tell me, doc." Ghost leaned forward on his knees, sliding off the examination table. "You flirt with all your patients?"

Doc looked up at him from looking at his chart. She smiled, brows cocking at the challenge as her eyes slid down his body. "Only the pretty ones, LT."

Ghost licked his lips, once, glancing back at the door. He slowly looked back towards the doctor, who watched him with eager eyes. His cock twitched- he would have been lying if he hadn't thought about her in every sense of the word 'carnal'. He shifted towards her, tilting his head. She sucked in a breath as if surpressing a sound, turning away from her desk. "Doc, seems like we finished a little early." He stepped towards her, slowly, walking at a leisurely pace.

She leaned back on her desk and dropped the chart behind her, eyes meeting his. "We did."

Ghost walked until he was inches in front of her, hands moving and pressing on the desk, either side of her.

Trapped.

Her eyes flashed up to his, a smile curling on the bright red lips. "You wear that lipstick for me, doc?" Ghost's finger ran under her chin, tilting it back to look up at him.

With a manner that was anything but bedside (more like, in the bed already), Doc looped a finger in the belt on his waist and tugged him in, eyes skimming what she could see of his face. "Depends. If you wanted me to, then yes."

"And if I didn't?" He craned his neck down, breath fanning over her face.

The sultry smile slipped into a sly one. "Then I would say you're wrong about that."

"Good sense, doc." Ghost leaned down, mouth crashing over hers. He stepped into her, pinning the back of her thighs to the desk. Doc's arms moved up, grasping his shirt, his mask, feeling him. Ghost groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, just once, hard enough to get a preview of a moan from her against his mouth. She tasted sweet, foreign, but like want.

Ghost pulled away, reaching a hand up and brushing away at the lipstick, smudged now on her chin. He hummed in approval and stepped away. "What time?"

"Six."

"Done." Ghost called back, stepping out into the hall as he pulled his mask down. He grinned under it, pacing quickly towards the showers.

Of course, you knew he would be home soon. He had confirmed with you before he left about when the mission would be done- no information if its wherabouts or the target or the nature of the mission, but Captain John price had, no doubt, run off to be your hero once more. But as much as you loved that hero, the good-natured man being the natural badass he was, you were always happy when he came through the door. You were always happier to have your John back.

And he seemed always happy to come back to you.

Your shoes were abandoned by the door. You had spent too long standing in court, debating and presenting, and you were set to stand for just a little longer to finish dinner. A groan left your mouth as you turned your head. Tension pulled between your neck and jaw, easing it's way out and the muscle slowly becoming sore from overuse. You wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but your empty stomach was far more convincing.

You stirred the veggies in the pan, reaching back and turning up the heat. Your pasta and the sauce was done, now you were waiting on the vegetables. You made yourself eat them, really; your John was so good at cooking and it made you want to expand your cooking beyond your regular few meals.

Your heart bruised in your chest. Your John- it felt dramatic, always, to be standing at your door with bated breath and wrapped in your most comfortable robe, hoping that perhaps he would slip in during the night.

You could convince yourself that you heard his step. The scratching of his key at the door. You stared at it, longingly, watching it.

The knob turned.

You stared at it, heart jumping into your throat as the door cracked open and loving eyes looked in, the unmistakable grin coming to his mouth.

"Hello, love."

Your hunger abandoned you, leaving only shock and joy and want behind in your chest. You forced your legs to move and you rushed to him, and Captain Price met you halfway and dropped his bags at the door. He scooped you up, his face buried against your neck, facial hair tickling your skin. "Missed ya."

His palms flattened against your back and you nodded, all words becoming senseless tears and sobs against him. John turned his head, humming as his mouth kissed your face, lowering you. He was steadier than even the ground, one hand moving up to wipe away your tears as he kissed you, tenderly but somehow needing.