Price was a man of class, very unlike the other men on the Task Force.

He was a complete gentleman; holding doors for women, allowing them to sit if there is no-place else to, never allowing the men to overshadow them on the team.

And that classiness? It always persisted, even in the bedroom.

You figured that when you had first slept with him, a singular night of weakness which turned to many nights when you both suddenly felt vulnerable. After all, it had been a while since either of you have been with someone, it was hard to go to anyone else.

He'd never go rough, no, not unless you asked him to. He was gentle, always ensured you were his first priority, that you got the pleasure he would so-gladly give time and time again.

His own pleasure was the least of his concerns so long as he could satisfy you.

And after? Well, just as he had been doing now, his hand trailed up the bare skin of your thigh with gentle ease, fingertips barely brushing.

"You've got such a gorgeous body, love." He sighs. Laying in just his boxers, his eyes trail over every inch of your naked body like he could go a thousand rounds of serving satisfaction to just you.

He looks down at your eyes he'd compliment any moment that the two of you were alone, nose brushing your own. "I don't think I'll ever have enough of it. Of you." His voice softly spoke.

Christ. How was he so bloody perfect? It was a shame that the two of you had to keep this on the down-low, because he'd flaunt you as much as he possibly could otherwise.