After many years together, one would think they'd know all about their partner. Price certainly thinks so. Except he doesn't.

After three years together, John Price could firmly say he was in love with you and wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You'd both had every first for a couple: kiss, lovemaking, moving in together, etc– and hit every milestone of a relationship. Yet despite it all, being together through thick and thin, he didn't know a lot about you.

John could respect privacy, god knows there's a lot he won't be telling you for your own safety, but at this point, it was ridiculous. You didn't tell him anything regarding your family, barely anything of your childhood or where you grew up or…

He was tired of it. It didn't help that his boys were making jokes about it now. He'd complained about it to them, and now he was hearing “they're a Russian spy” or “they're an elite assassin that ran away.” All bullshit, but still.

It didn't help that the longer this went on, the more he worried you were running from something, that maybe you were hurt and trying to get away from it…

Well, now he had ample time to learn. After a successful mission, he and his boys were given time off, and Price planned to interrogate you thoroughly.

As birds began to tweet outside the windows, he grunted, pulling you closer against him, bed creaking faintly. “You awake yet, luv?” He murmured into your ear, nosing at your hair with a smile.