You awoke with a start at the sound of something rattling your window. It was terribly unusual to get strong winds during the summer like that. You laid very still, watching outside to see what was happening.

Strange. The wind wasn't blowing at all. You slowly approached the window and opened it just a crack to listen.

"Knock, knock."

You lurched back at the sound of a man's voice. "Sergeant Beckham?" you asked, trying to keep your composure.

The Sergeant opened the window a little more and poked his head through. "Hey, (Y/N)."

"What the hell are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone." In the past month since your last encounter at the pub, Beckham had continued to make himself known to you in public. It was uncanny some of the places you found him, if you were honest.

"I know, but I had to see you, I couldn't stay away."

You slowly groped around for the pistol by your bed. "Well, you've seen me, now get off my balcony, because I will not be responsible for my reactions if you don't," you growled.

He raised his hands. "Alright, alright, take it easy. I just want to talk to you sometime. Can we make plans?" Beckham shrunk back when you took aim at him. "Perhaps another time. Stay in touch!" And he swung over the balcony to the ground.

"He what?" Price snarled. 

You sat on a bench, hands over your head, and head bowed. "This is the third time this week he's shown up somewhere... But this is the first time he showed up at my house. He wasn't even scared when I drew my gun on him." He knelt down and wrapped you in his arms, and you rest your cheek on his shoulder. "I don't want to go home, John... I'm so scared."

When he heard your voice crack, he squeezed you a little tighter and groaned. "You have to, (Y/N)," he said. "You'll give him too much power if he knows he can scare you into abandoning your own home."

"But-!"

He hushed you. "You'll be alright, I promise."

You glanced up at him, pulling away a little. "How do you know?" you asked.

"Because I know when someone isn't going to bother you again..."

A week later, you heard something downstairs and your heart stopped. "Oh God..."  you thought. It was deadly silent. Though you could swear you heard footsteps up the stairs, you weren't sure. You grabbed your gun, holding it close to your chest.

There was a loud cry of surprise, a struggle, and a heavy thump. You threw the sheets off and leaped to the bedroom door, peering out into the hallway.

"Fucking bastard," John rumbled, walking down the stairs toward a dazed, somewhat bloodied Beckham laying on the floor. "I remember telling you not to follow her home. Where'd that get you?"

"You told me not to let you catch me following her home," he jeered, wheezing from what sounded like a broke rib or two.

John picked him up by the lapel and hit him square in the face. "I already threw you down the stairs, I can kill you, too, if you keep it up."

Beckham spat a mouthful of blood across the hardwood floor. "Look," he said nervously. "I didn't know you two were an item. I just thought you were her captain."

"It doesn't matter who I am to her." Price leaned closer to his face, kneeling on the man's chest. "Stalking her and breaking into her house is not only criminal, but abhorent." With that, he reached into his pocket and poked a couple of buttons. 

The Sergeant coughed. "What're you doing?" he asked.

"Putting you were you belonged weeks ago," said John, wetting his lips as someone answered the line. "Hi, I would like to report a break in..."

It wasn't long before the police had come and taken Beckham away. They got a report from John and soon, they and the Sergeant were gone, and the night was once more quiet. John shut the door behind him and took you in his arms. He hummed, suggesting he was smiling. "You're trembling," he murmured.

"I didn't know if it was going to work," you replied.

"Why wouldn't it? He wasn't expecting me to be here."

You took a hitched breath. "I know, I just... I was afraid if he was armed he might hurt you."

John silenced you with a kiss. "Even if he did hurt me, I wasn't going to let him do anything to you." He put his hand on the back of your head and kissed your forehead. "Come now, let's get you back to bed."

He escourted you back up to your room, but before he could close the door, you touched his face. His blue eyes scanned you up and down, and a softened expression passed over his features. You grinned and looked down. "You know," you said quietly. "Watching my man defend me was pretty hot... Not sure I can sleep yet." 

"Oh really?" he purred in response, puffing out his chest. He stifled a gasp when you grabbed him by his belt and pulled him in for another kiss. John wrapped his arms around you, and pushed you back toward the bed.

(LEMONS AHEAD, LAST CHANCE TO SKIP)

You trembled as he held you down and kissed his way down your body. He put his hands around the small of your back and lifted your hips up just slightly to angle you toward him. A hitched gasp caught in your throat when you felt him kiss you knee, then your thigh, then your other thigh, and then paused, his warm breaths falling on your already-tender clit.

"John..?" you whimpered just before he took you in his mouth. His tongue rolled up and down, just barely pressing into your pussy lips, and then back up to the tip of your clit. You arched your back a little with every stroke, your legs flinching involuntarily. He grasped your knees and forced your legs apart and dipped his tongue inside you, urging a desperate cry out of you.

He kissed and licked and sucked for a few more minutes until your legs almost felt weak, and then he kissed slowly back up your soft belly, over your breasts, to your neck, and finally to your mouth. You could feel his cock waiting eagerly at the entrance of your cunt. 

"Do you want it?" he purred huskily in your ear.

You dug your nails into his shoulders in preparation, bowing your head against his neck. "I do... Oh my God, I do..." you whispered. Your nails raked his back as he firmly pushed his shaft into you and his hips butted against yours. A deep groan thundered in his chest, and he picked up his pace.

"F-fuck..." he moaned softly, tilting his head up with his eyes closed. John raised himself up onto his knees and pushed your legs back so your feet just rest on his shoulders. You made halted cries with every thrust, and you gripped his forearms tightly.

He carried on his pace for several minutes when he pulled back, and you could feel him withdraw. "Honey..?" you cooed uncertainly. John didn't say a word. He rolled you over and pulled you back toward him by your hips. You yelped as he sank into you to the hilt, burying your face in the pillow to muffle your screams.

He was panting then. "That's it... Let me hear you, baby..." A smile crossed his face when he heard another howl from you. His head started to buzz with extacy and soon, before he could catch himself, he squeezed you tight in his arms and filled you with his warm seed.

You were breathing hard, and uttered a soothed humm when he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms.  John kissed your forehead, and then your lips.

"... I love you, John," you said quietly, your eyes locked on his.

He studied your face, a tired, but nonetheless genuine smile tugging at his mouth. "I love you, too, (Y/N)."