An Operator's Handbook: CoD Crossover Collection

[REQUEST] Marry Me {Mike Harper}

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long. I've no excuses except that I've been working a lot and dealing with a lot recently. I hope it was worth the wait!

"Marry me, (Name)." Mike says suddenly, looking at you on the other end of the couch where you look up from your book.

"What?" Is all you ask as he pouts, having not heard him. "What...?" You ask again as Mike shakes his head, going back to watching T.V. "Okay..." You mutter questioningly to yourself as he pouts silently. You get up and move from your spot to the bathroom. Stretching as you head towards the bathroom.

"Hey," Mike says as he walks into the bathroom where you're stripped down to a pair of yoga pants and your bra. "would you ever want to get married?" You blink over your shoulder at him, cheeks tinting red slightly as you shrug and take your bra off.

"I don't know. Maybe? I mean, I've never been married or proposed to before. Except by David when he gets drunk..." You giggle, making Harper smile at the sound. "Why? Would you get married?" You, shimmying out of your yoga pants as he watches you. You reach over and turn on the shower, testing the water temperature. The only sound in the bathroom is the water running so you turn your head to look at Harper and he's already stripped down to his boxers.

"What?" He asks as you stare at him. "I'm joining by beautiful girlfriend in the shower." You blush, muttering at his words. He walks up behind you, looping his thumbs around your panties and pulling them down your legs, nipping your ass as he does so.

"Ew, Mike!" You shout, yelping and getting into the shower. He laughs and follows you into the shower. You turn around to look at him. Your eyes scanning over every scar, burn, and bullet wound. You trace your fingertips across the ones that hurt him the most. Cupping his face, you frown. He frowns down at you, resting a hand on your hip, the other laying over your hand on his cheek. His eyes close.

"Don't look at me like that..." He whispers. "It makes my heart ache to see that sadness in your eyes when you look at me like that. They're just a few scars. I'm still alive and well..." He says quietly. You smile up at him, resting your forehead on his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

"I love you so much. That's all." You whispers, looking up at him as he leans down and captures your lips in a hard kiss. You both just stand there for a while lip locked, until your hand slides down and finds his cock. You begin to stroke him gently, still lost in his kiss. He moans into your mouth, making you shiver and open your mouth. He darts his tongue into your mouth as you both begin to fight for dominance. He lifts you up into his arms, pressing your back against the shower wall. You moan as he presses against you.

"Now I know why you keep the lube in the top left drawer closest to the shower." He says casually, making you laugh and blush. He kisses you gently, lubing himself up as you cling to him. He pushes the tip of his cock into you. Your throbbing and wet for him already. He stops, stepping back and setting you down.

"What?" You asks, huffing. You're turned on and wanting him right now.

"I want to make love to you in our bed." He whispers, scooping you up bridal style suddenly. You squeak, clinging to him out of surprise. He carries you, stark ass naked, t

hrough the house and into the bedroom where he tosses you onto the bed. You grunt at the impact, biting your tongue. You soon forget about it though when he hovers over you and kisses you gently. It was sweet and awkward and warmed your heart. He's not mean but he has a hard time being gentle in certain ways. He's straight forward and to the point.  You gasp as he pushes himself into you. You wrap your legs around his waist. You were a pleasured mess by the time he was done making love to you. You both lay there, your head on his chest, breathing heavy. He plays with your hair, staring at the ceiling.

"Marry me." He says suddenly, staring at you with a serious gaze. You tilt your head up to look at him. 

"Wha...?" You says as he pulls out a ring box from the bedside table on his side of the bed.

"You heard me." He says. "Marry me. Become Mrs. Harper." He stares at you, opening the ring box. You stare at the ring. It was one that you had been looking at because it was perfect for you and him both. It was a set. One for the woman. The other for the guy. And they were perfect. You start crying as he slips the ring on your finger.

"Of course I'll become Mrs. Harper!" You says, curling into him as he hugs you close.