John Price

Your husband was often away from home, his status as captain and his job did not allow him to take long vacations or weekends off, especially given the recent problems that had fallen on his head. New soldiers, confusion with paperwork, constant attempts to catch Makarov, missions that failed time and time again—all this prevented him from coming home even for the weekend. You didn't work, John simply would not allow his beloved to work, especially when you did not want to, you had hobbies, but you still spent most of your time at home, tending to the garden, keeping the house clean, cooking, waiting for him every day, but receiving only a brief call or message saying that he was fine and loved you very much. Over the past month, John had only been home a couple of times, and even then he was terribly tired, only able to take a shower, eat, wrap you in his arms, and fall asleep for the first time in a long time, because he couldn't even sleep properly at the base. Your intimate life was not even discussed, and no matter how much you longed for your beloved's caresses, you never talked about it so that he would not feel even more guilty about his absence. Time dragged on very slowly, you were constantly sad without him, worried about his life, but those brief moments of his voice on the phone comforted you, at least a little. The man promised you that he would finish as soon as possible and take at least two weeks' vacation to spend it only with you, and you believed him because he always kept his promises. In turn, John really tried his best, his thoughts were constantly fixed on you, he yearned for you like a dog without its owner, you were so far away, his sweet little wife. A week later, to your mutual delight, John and his team were able to finish the case, the criminal was caught, and now he was hurriedly packing his things, writing a statement, and calling you with the news that he would be home that night. Your joy knew no bounds, you prepared everything, cooked dinner, tidied up, took a shower with various delicious-smelling products, and put on new lingerie and a silk robe to please your husband. Standing in the kitchen, you were finishing the salad when you heard the front door slam and heavy, hurried footsteps approaching the kitchen. Before you could turn around, he pulled you into his arms, burying his nose in your neck and pressing I pull you by the waist towards me. You felt the heat and excitement of his body, wet kisses leaving hot marks on the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders, both of you breathing faster: "Honey, I... I made dinner, the food will get cold, you must be hungry," - you whispered barely audibly. As soon as the words escaped your lips, strong male hands turned you around and lifted you up, sitting you down on the tabletop. -"Hungry... Oh, you have no idea how hungry, my love," - he said, breathing heavily, desperately kissing your lips.