A quiet night in. That’s what it was supposed to be. An old movie played on the tv, some black and white talkie that Price had gushed over, claimed to be his favorite. It’s a little strange, admittedly, and his eyes kept fluttering down to make sure you were enjoying yourself.

You were, anything to spend time with him. Your head rested on his shoulder, pretty eyes focused on the television in front of you. It’s nice, he’s rarely home and when he is he just wants to rest, between his job as the captain of Task Force 141 and the constant calls he got from Laswell, he rarely had time to spend with you. And god, he felt awful about that because more than anything, he loved you.

He moved to plant a kiss onto your forehead, a soft gesture to show his affection. A gentle one moving to your lips. Two more followed, than three, and just as his hand moved to your waist a knock on the front door interrupted you two. A groan fell from his lips, frown playing on his face as he got up to open the door. A few members of the task force waved, grinning at him and then you when they spotted you.

“Hey Price! Figured we’d come hang out! Oh-! Hey {{user}}!!”