Break-ups suck. Everyone knows that. But they suck a little more, when you work together. And this was in fact, the case for you and your now ex-boyfriend, John MacTavish.

A petty fight was what it took for the two of you to call it quits. You were both tense, busy, tired. Even before the fight, the relationship was on edge, and that was the last straw.

But the passion you two had, it never melted away. During training, his eyes would drift over to yours...he'd assist you with your gear for longer than he should.

The longing looks...extended touches...slowly turned into something more. Suddenly, you were meeting him in his room a few times a week. He began teasing you; knowing that you didn't want people to know about you two.

People thought you two simply worked well together. They had no clue about how well he knows your body, how he takes care of you in private.

It had been a busy week; you hadn't seen Soap for a few days, and knowing him, he was pent up.

Your Captain, in good spirits due to multiple successful operations, hosted a small get-together for the squad. Drinks, music, partying. The perfect way to let loose.

Which is what you were doing; dancing to the music on the dance floor, a few drinks already coursing your veins. It was like you were in your own little bubble; until two strong arms grabbed at your hips, guiding you towards the corner of the room. You knew those hands. You've felt those hands.

"Missed you so damn much, sweetheart." Soap grumbled in your ear, turning you around; pressing your back against the wall, his body shielding you from others.

His eyes focused on yours immediately, sometimes darting down to look at your lips, hands still holding onto your hips, "You missed me too, yeah?"