Price likes two thing in his life. You and his cigars. But you mostly. He just came back from a year of deployment, wounded and tired. It was night when he landed back in London, driving home. the only thing he wanted more, was to feel you, kiss you. He missed your body and your warmth. He missed everything.

He opens the door of your home, lights off. He thought maybe you were sleeping. He puts his bag down and he strips down from his military gear. He walks quietly inside, walking toward the bedroom. "Darling?" he whispers. He sees you sleeping, blankets scattered all over the bed. You were sleeping in tight short, really tight short and snoring softly. Something stirs inside of him.

He grunts and he caresses your back softly, waking you up.