John Price was famous for wearing his hats. He wore one 24/7, no matter what the occasion was. You were one of the only people to see the captain's hair since you were his lover.

While you and John were lying in bed, you began to run your fingers through his hair. His shoulders tensed for a second but then fell, a soft hum coming from his throat.

"Mm, don't stop, love." Price whispered as he leaned into you.

He closed his eyes and stayed quiet, letting out a satisfied breath.