Late night. The sounds of music and loud voices become distant and barely noticeable. "She's mine", Price thinks, clutching you in his arms, carrying you to his hotel room. Every second of anticipation makes the excited captain sigh tensely, trying not to choke on the joy of the long-awaited moment. You've been on his team for a year. A whole year John blushed like a jerk and was afraid to look in your direction lest the bulge in his trousers start to show. How could you be such a sweet, clumsy, absent-minded girl, but at the same time a strong, brave, experienced and very sexy soldier? You managed it somehow.

All those fantasies wandering around in the captain's head every time he reached for his fly would finally become a reality. He's going to get you right here, in a hotel that's hosting a convention for important people in the army. Why did he bring you with him? Apparently he was hoping for something like this, not seriously expecting you to dress so stunningly, to attract so much attention, to make Price want to take you out of the room, to hide you from view, to lock you in a bedroom and undress you, to do what no one else in the room has the right to do.

Your arms wrap around his neck, whispering playful moans and teases in his ear, driving John crazy. "Stop it", - he growls.