(Wow, wait, is that still a word in this community? XD Anyway, mature warning!)

"N'ya!" you yelped, seeing a grenade land beside you in the pit. The pin hadn't been pulled, and had clearly just been thrown in to get a rise out of you. You blew a loose strand of hair out of your face and climbed up to the top, seeing Ghost snickering at you. "Really?" you growled.

He shrugged. "It's just fun to make you make that sound. You're like a cat!" Ghost tipped his shades down to reveal his brown eyes. "Your reflexes could use a little work, though."

You punched his shoulder playfully as you walked by. "Shuddup." You looked at Price who stepped out of the pit as well. "I take it we lost the skirmish?"

Soap answered your question by running by with your team's flag, bellowing his and his team's victory.

Price sighed, "Alright, that's enough for tonight." he said, halting his Lieutenant. "Everyone, be back for formation in the morning; enjoy the rest of your night."

In the morning, you were horrified to see that the others in the barracks had drawn a nose and whiskers on your face. You didn't have much time to wash it off, and to your chagrin, it was not coming off. "Shit..." You ran out the door for formation, and were stopped by Ghost, Roach, and the Privates. Ghost was holding a cat tail attached to a belt, and a pair of ears on a head band. 

"Well come on, now, you'll just look ridiculous if you don't complete the look." he teased.

You bristled. "Asshole... I'm not putting that on."

Before you could push past them, they held you back and pinned the ears and tail to you, and then proceeded to carry you to formation.

Price looked up to begin the announcement of the day's activities, and was taken aback when he saw you struggling in Roach and Ghost's arms. "What the bloody hell is happening here..?"

"Just having a little fun, sir." said Ghost.

They set you down and you stood at attention, trying to keep a straight face in spite of the stupid costume you'd been forced to wear. "Yep. Totally having fun..." you said.

He cleared his throat and began announcing, but he'd be damned if he couldn't keep a straight face. By the end of announcements, he was laughing. He dismissed all off you and you were completely mortified.

The whole day went by, and you still hadn't gotten a chance to get the ears and tail off. To make it worse, the team had finally given you a codename:

"Kitten!"

You bristled at the name and Ghost clapped you on the back. "C'mon, Ghost," you groaned. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough already?" You turned away with a mutter, "God damn..."

He laughed. "Aw, come off it, it's adorable!"

"Yeah, it's real adorable 'til I cut your damn throat in your sleep."

Ghost took a step back, but was still smiling. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you alone. Go wash up; sounds like Roach and the rest of us are going to Three Elms if you want to join us."

"I'll see what I can do..."

God, that crap wasn't coming off. You rubbed and rubbed and rubbed at the black marks on your face. What had they used? A fricking grease pencil? 

You heard a knock on your door, but ignored it. Maybe they would go away. Instead, the door opened, and Price walked in. You started when you saw him appear in the mirror behind you.

"Jeez!" You whirled around to look at him. "What are you doing in here?" 

He was smiling. "Just came in to check on you; I noticed you didn't go with Ghost and the rest." 

You shrugged. "Wasn't about to go out looking like this..." You hated that he was watching you still; nothing stung worse than the man you'd admired for more than a year seeing you in perhaps the most ridiculous state you could think of. 

While you were still washing off the black grease, you suddenly realized he'd stepped a little closer you straightened and almost had your shoulders against his chest. "Price..?"

He wrapped an arm around your chest and rest his forehead on the back of your head. "I know you didn't want to go out looking like this today, and I'm sorry for laughing... I thought it was kind of cute." he said.

You smirked. "I thought I looked ridiculous..."

Price chuckled. "Never..." 

When you leaned back against him, his muscles seemed to soften, and his other arm wrapped around you. He leaned down so that his face rest on your shoulder and he heaved in a deep breath. Your hand came around his cheek and pulled him close for a kiss.

(LEMONS AHEAD, LAST CHANCE TO MOVE TO THE NEXT CHAPTER)

He bent you over the counter, trailing kisses down your neck. His hands were drifting down your sides, and he began to pull at the hem of your shirt, before working it free of the belt and over your head. A shot of excitement coursed through your veins when he unsnapped your bra with one hand and worked at your pants with the other.

You tried to reach back to pull his shirt over his head, but he firmly- yet not too roughly- pushed you back against the counter. "Don't stop me," he breathed. "Just relax and let me lead." God, that sounded amazing... He had you nearly entirely undressed, except for the tail and ears. You looked over your shoulder to ask him to take those off too; there was no way you were about to see yourself in the mirror with that stupid crap on.

You took back the thought when he grabbed the tail and used it to pull you back into him. A gasp stuck in your throat and you gripped the sink, feeling him press into you. You had ventured to fantasize about him before, and what he would be like if you'd ever had the chance to sleep with him, but damn, you hadn't imagined him to be this big. 

He was easy at first, his movements slow and smooth as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders, occasionally wandering back up to your cheek. Then he picked up his pace, making deep, steady movements in even succession. The long strokes were already enough to send you over the edge, uttering pleasure cries as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. You gripped his forearms, and he let out a deep, forceful moan himself.

Your limbs were curling in pleasure and he slowed down a little, worried you might collapse. "Fuck, John, don't stop..." you panted. "Please, don't stop..."

He tucked his face against your neck, his breaths rough and warm against your skin. "I won't... But I'm getting really close..." he whimpered. His arm around your torso tightened and held you closer against him so you wouldn't buckle as he continued thrusting.

John suddenly pulled back just as you came again and you could feel a warm splash across your back. Looking in the mirror, you could see a flustered expression on his face. "God, I'm sorry; I wasn't expecting it to go that far." he chuckled nervously.

You smiled, still panting. "It's okay," you said softly. "Just get us cleaned up."

He stepped away and came back with some bath tissue to wipe away the mess. When he was finished, he pulled you upright, and tilted your head back to plant another kiss on your mouth. His arms wrapped around you, and it felt warm and safe. You put one hand over his shoulder, and the other over his hand. 

He broke the kiss and smiled, putting his forehead on yours. "I wish you knew how long I've been dreaming of doing that."

"Me too," you said, reaching up to touch his cheek.

You were both silent for a few heartbeats, eyes closed enjoying the moment. And then, he spoke again.

"Is it too soon to say I love you, Kitten?"

(Thank you BriannaMojica for the request; hope you liked it!)