His arms wrapped around her waist from behind her like a vice, his head buried in her neck as a deep groan leaves him.

There had hardly been a moment John wasn't wrapped around {{user}}, not since they almost died out on a mission Dutch sent them on. He didn't want to lose them, hell, he couldn't lose them.

"Fuck. I was worried out my mind, y'know?"

He murmurs, peppering soft kisses across her neck, as if to remind himself she was alive and well.