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Theft | John Price x m!reader

anonymous asked: seal anon. can i request price x male reader with the male reader stealing his hats or his clothes in general

summary: Price lets you get away with just about everything, including stealing from him.

tws: swearing, smoking, brief mention of threats

From the moment that his beanie wasn't hung up beside his coat, Price knew exactly where it was and exactly who had it, and had it been anyone else, he would have told them to ask him first before borrowing it, but considering that it was his favourite RAF pilot, he didn't take much notice; as far as Price was concerned, he was a soft touch, and would let you get away with anything and everything, turning a blind eye to things that most Captains would never, like when you pinned an American soldier to the ground and threatened them with the kirpan Perveen had loaned you, solely because they had stepped onto the grounds that belonged to the RAF; Price had seen it, but had said nothing, and when the American Commander asked him, he said he saw nothing.

It was so cold today, though, that Price needed that beanie, and when he discovered that his coat was also missing, he sighed; he lit a cigar, and shook his head, making sure that his menorah had not been moved by anyone before he left the task force's base, and made his way over to the RAF's side. He stopped when he saw you, looking so fucking handsome as you sat on the bench, wrapped up in his coat and his beanie as you smoked a cigarette; he couldn't help but to smile, taking in the sight for a moment with a fond look in his eyes before he made his way over to you at last. It wasn't until he got closer that he realised you were also wearing one of his shirts, too. Clearing his throat, Price gestured to the bench.

"This seat taken, Flight Lieutenant?"

You shook your head, smiling at him as you cleared your throat. "Not unless you want it, Captain."

Price sat beside you, spreading his legs and purposefully pressing his knee against yours as he let you lean into his side and hummed; he was starting to blush, able to feel the way that his features burned, and he knew that you would be able to see it, but he didn't mind. "You're gonna have to stop nicking my kit, (y/n)."

"Why's that?" You asked teasingly. "I thought you liked it when I wore your shirts."

"I do," he nodded, taking a moment to admire you. "I really fuckin' do, but it's only gonna get colder, and I'm gonna need that hat, and my coat."

You shrugged, snuggling up to him as you took a drag from your cigarette, nearly sat on his lap as you chuckled softly. "I can keep you warm, Sir."

By now, the blush on Price's face was more than visible and he was painfully aware of it, but he couldn't help but to laugh at your little comment as he shook his head. "I don't doubt that, but what about when you ain't around?"

"Then steal mine," you told him jokingly. "You know where I keep everything."

"Y'know, I just might," he admitted playfully, flicking the ash from his cigar down onto the ground. He could hardly keep his eyes off of you.

You always looked so good in his clothes, and he was never sure why, you always looked like the most attractive man on the planet whenever you stole his clothes, and although he wanted to be annoyed that you were leaving him in the cold, he couldn't bring himself to feel that way when you just looked so fucking good; his breath hitched a little when he realised that you had noticed him looking.

"Price," you said gently. "I'm your boyfriend, why the fuck are you nervous about checking me out?"

He shrugged. "I'm old fashioned, I don't think I should be looking at you like that constantly."

"Well, you have my permission to," you told him, gently tapping his thigh. "You have my permission to check me out as much and as often as you want, Captain."

He smiled, sighing when he heard his task force calling for him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave; it wasn't exactly going to be urgent anyway, it was never urgent when they called him from the safety of the base. Usually, Soap had set off some explosives and nearly caused an accident, or Gaz had a question about a certain technique or piece of equipment; it was never urgent. So Price relaxed a little, putting his arm around you when you eventually moved to sit between his legs, biting at the inside of his lip as he rested against you.

"I need a hand tonight, by the way," he said quietly, murmuring against the back of your neck between drags from his cigar. "I need to make some more Kugel, Rugelach, Sufganiyot and Challah."

You hummed, shrugging as you licked your lips and took a long drag from your cigarette. "I can give you a hand... you okay to start at six?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Whenever you're around - I have enough for tonight, but not for tomorrow."

"I'll lend a hand," you agreed. "You having guests?"

"Just Gaz, Laswell and her wife, Ghost and Rudy," Price admitted. "And you, if you wanna come over."

"I'd love to," you told him with a nod. "But I'm not gonna stop stealing your clothes."

Price couldn't stop the laugh that formed in the back of his throat, scoffing as his grip on you got slightly tighter, his voice dropping to a playful growl. "You best watch what you're saying, Flight Lieutenant."

"Or what?" You challenged. "You gonna make me regret it?"

"I just might," he mumbled. But then he cleared his throat, and gently kissed the back of your neck as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "One day, we need to have a serious conversation about whether or not you're moving in, though."

"I can't get the time off just yet," you admitted quietly. "But I have a few holiday days saved up... if you could let me know when you're ready, I could use 'em so we can get it sorted."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you agreed. "I wanna move in with you, John, I really do, it's just finding the fucking time."

"I know, pup," he huffed, daring to gently nip at the edge of your ear. "Take your time, though - I have to hide all my good clothes to make sure you don't fuckin' nick 'em the second you start living with me."

You grinned, swiping your tongue along your bottom lip. "You think that little of me?"

"I do," he joked. "I think that little of you, and then some."

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