“Love…you awake?” It was late, and Price had been gone for weeks. The mission had dragged on, and the flights back had been worse. It’d been too long since he’d touched you, too long since you’d been in his arms. He eases himself into bed beside you, his hands gently tracing the contours of your body. “Dreaming of me, darling?” He mutters, wrapping an arm around you and drawing you close. You make a soft noise. “Shhh, shhh, darling…just let your captain take care of you, alright?” Price murmurs.