Soap have been dating some time after the infamous fallout mentioned in Modern Warfare II: Cry Havoc. Tonight is the first time they got all the way and how their catchphrase came to be.

Stay With Me

It was a cool night with a gentle breeze. Its tendrils seemed to tickle the ground as night settled, revealing the star-studded sky. Some would say it was romantic. For the two people walking towards the base of the week, it was a reprieve from everything else; a time to enjoy each other's company without being noticed by others.

Soap kept easy pace as he walked with his girlfriend and teammate Nicolette Walker. He had taken her hand and held it in his, feeling content that she wasn't shy about it anymore. He found it cute when she would balk like a scared deer, but he treated it like that situation. He encouraged but let her make the first move.

They had been dating for a few months, most of it during recovery after being captured and tortured. The nails they removed from his right hand were growing back, but he still had faint scars from the beating and the electrocution. So it was more of hanging out together after training until he worked up the nerve to ask her out to dinner off base. She readily accepted and it went from there.

It eventually got bolder to making out in a closet, but never went further. Soap was the not the type to pressure a woman, so he let her dictate the speed. Granted some men would find it frustrating, he found it worth it. He felt a connection the day they met when she punched him for calling her Pip, short for pipsqueak. It became ammunition for teasing, flirting and the most memorable filling her head with sexual innuendo when he helped improve her sniper skills. He glanced at her as they walked and noticed that she was in thought about something. He asked, "Happy thoughts there?"

Nicolette smiled at his question. She had been happy and content. She felt she had achieved a major milestone in terms of her relationship with Soap. She was not shy about kissing, hugging, anything like that. Rather, she liked it that he pushed boundaries a little. She had noticed that he was reluctant to and she knew why.

After she and Ghost made up, she was like a nervous colt around everyone. She didn't show that, but rather thrust herself into helping Gaz and Soap recover from being tortured. It allowed her to think about a few things and really think about why she acted as she did during the exfil. It touched feelings she felt but wasn't sure how to acknowledge until it became clear that she liked Soap beyond the friendship. She showed rather than voiced until it clicked and he asked her out.

It made her nervous because they were from two different worlds. She was the spy. He was the soldier. Same goal, different ways to get there. She ventured that was why she and Ghost clashed so much before they made it up. It never seemed to bother Soap and it relaxed her a little to the point where she never minded the kisses and making out in the closet or something close to it. She halted when it attempted to go further.

She had never been confident because of failed relationships after they went to third base. She knew it was her. No doubts. It always was. Thing was, she really liked Soap and now she didn't doubt her feelings. She tried not to think about it when they went out, but lately it had been. It didn't help that earlier that day they were practicing sniper shots and she happened to glance at the man and he had the nerve to smirk at her. It sent her back to how he took the time to teach her and couldn't resist putting innuendo in her head. She scowled and executed a beautiful shot and had been on her mind all day.

Knowing he was waiting for an answer, she replied, "Maybe."

"Favorable I hope," Soap replied with a grin. He aimed at teasing her.

"Dream on," she replied with a smirk.

"Then I'll have pleasant dreams."

Nicolette paused and frowned at that. She looked at him. "What do you mean?"

Soap realized she might have taken it the wrong way. He shrugged, "You told me to dream on. I always have good dreams when it involves you."

Nicolette blinked at that. She knew he dropped hints about how he felt about her. She just pretended not to notice because she didn't want to get his hopes up only to be disappointed. She changed her mind about it, but still held reservations. His latest admission had her speechless. She was quiet for a moment since there was one question she wanted to ask, but was too much of a coward. Instead, she asked, "Why?"

Soap looked at her, used to her asking or saying something that sounded strange for the conversation she was involved with. He guessed there was a larger question behind it. He had been with women before, but she was different. She flirted, yes, but coyness was not her. She found it a waste of time and considering the line of work they were in… He went with honesty. Holding her hand and caressing her palm, he replied, "I like being with you, Pip, and… I dream about the times we have. I'm happy with you."

Nicolette listened to his confession. His words echoed her thoughts and seemed to dispel the doubts that were lingering in her mind and heart. She smiled and put her hand on top of the one that was caressing her other hand. "And I do the same."

Soap didn't need an explanation as to what she meant. His lip twitched as he leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips. He gently prodded her lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss and felt her respond. He moved his hand to caress her face. When he broke it to get some air, he looked at her and asked with a grin, "And how about that, love?"

Nicolette was still reeling from the intensity of the kiss and liked that he took the lead on it. She looked up at him, feeling the high of his kiss and said, "I'll let you have that one."

Soap chuckled, "Always keeping me on the ground, eh?"

"With your big Scottish ego…" Nicolette chuckled as she reached up and caressed his cheek, feeling his stubble. She looked at him and added, "Which I like."

Soap chuckled at that. "And I like how you're not afraid to say what's on your mind. Even when it scares the hell out of ya, you tell the truth." He stroked her locks since she had let her hair down for their date, "Little spitfire."

Nicolette smiled and let him have it. She didn't feel she was brave. She couldn't voice her feelings adequate enough to say it straight. She felt… lucky that he understood what she meant. "A spitfire that can kick your ass," she said before reaching for his hand. She started fingering his fingers that had his nails pulled out.

"And still sporting the bruises." Soap looked down to see her rubbing his nails. He knew what she was thinking about by doing that and let her stroke his nails. He said, "If you hadn't gotten us out… it would have been different."

"I know. I think about what might have been if I didn't come and just sent the plan to the captain," she said as she stroked his hand, making out healed scars and faded ones. She looked up at him and smiled, "And I don't regret coming back. Because I'm here… with you." She stretched on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

It was what he wanted to hear from her, without it being forced. Soap knew she was reluctant and shy for various reasons, so to hear her admission made him feel lighter in the heart. The kiss was a bonus. He was quiet as she took his hand and they continued to walk back to the barracks. It allowed Nicolette to think a little about what she just said. It was the truth.

They made it and Soap escorted Nicolette to her room as he always did and said what he always said, "Here's your stop, lass."

Nicolette looked at the door briefly before replying with her usual line, "I had fun tonight."

"Glad of it," Soap replied. He reached up and stroked her cheek and moved a stray lock of hair aside. He liked her hair and often wondered how she kept it soft with all the missions she had been on. The same with her skin. "Me too," he added before gently kissing her cheek. "G' night," he said before starting to walk away.

He was stopped when he felt her hand grab his. He turned and looked at her as she said, "Stay with me."

Nicolette had been thinking things over. She knew what she wanted, had wanted for some time. Voicing her feelings gave her courage to take it further. She let Soap know when she grabbed his hand and asked him to stay. She looked up at him and nodded as she repeated, "Stay with me."

Soap looked at her. He hadn't believed it when she said it the first time. When he looked at her and she repeated her request, he understood. He turned back around and put a hand to her cheek before leaning in for a kiss. It was sweet and deep as he pushed her so that she was leaning on the door. He reached for the knob and twisted it to open it.

Nicolette accepted the kiss and wrapped her arms around Soap's neck and held on as he opened the door to her room. She felt the door give way behind her and stepped back into the room to let him in, still holding onto him. Her fingers gripped the jacket he was wearing as she gave him another kissing and made a low moaning sound of desire.

Soap heard it as he pushed her into her room. He used his foot to close the door while he cupped her face and kissed her again. He moved his hands to the edge of her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders. His fingers touched bare skin as he revealed the dressy sleeveless shirt she had worn on their date. He heard the jacket hit the ground and a giggle from her as he felt her hands slip under his jacket and stroke his chest before pushing his jacket off.

Nicolette took her time stroking Soap's broad chest as she moved her hands to remove his jacket. She could feel it flex as she touched him. She heard him make a sound when she finally pushed it off his shoulders. She giggled again and teased, "Impatient, Soap?"

Soap kissed the side of her neck to tickle her with his stubble and replied, "You know how to torment at man, lass." He paused and moved to kiss the other side of her neck and suckled on the skin. He muttered, "But I know a few tricks too."

Nicolette moaned when he suckled her neck. Her fingers gripped his shirt and tugged on it. "Impress me, Soap," she gasped, well aware that he would do everything to do as she said.

Soap made as slight chuckle and moved his hands over her body until they came to the front of her shirt and started slowly undoing the buttons. He watched her expression and noted her heavy lidded expression. She was drunk on the intimacy, and he liked it. He finally undid all the buttons and pulled the ends open to reveal her bra underneath. He teased her, "A little fancy for a spy." He fingered the lacy strap and gently snapped it.

Nicolette narrowed her eyes playfully and thumped his chest with her finger before running her hands down his chest and started tugging his shirt to pull it off. She narrowed her eyes when he laughed at her when she tried to pull it off since she was short. She finally got it off to reveal his chest. Before she reached out to touch him, he had taken her blouse and pulled it off, leaving her in her bra. He studied her and fingered her cheek before kissing her on the mouth.

Nicolette accepted it, liking it. While he was kissing her, she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. She had managed to get it undone and was about to remove it when Soap stopped her. She looked up at him, confused. He simply said, "Not yet, love."

She would've said something, but he silenced her with a kiss. She felt his hands touch her back and stroke her skin as he guided her backwards to the bed. She was distracted by him kissing her profoundly even when the back of her knees hit the bed. She made a slight sound, but Soap silenced her with another kiss as he lowered her down. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt his breath on the small of her throat and ended up moaning in pleasure when she felt his mouth on her skin. Her hands went up and wrapped around his torso. She felt the muscles of his back ripple as he touched and kissed her.

Soap wanted to make it memorable to Nicolette and for her to feel good. He took the lead but gave her a chance to say what she wanted. Her moans gave him his answer and encouraged him as he kissed the bare patches of skin. He felt her hands on his back and made a low moan at her touch. He countered as he reached down to undo the button on her pants, watching her reaction. He felt her hands move to help him and he was glad since he was having trouble and chuckled when he finally managed to get it undone, "Always stubborn in all things, lass."

"I'm not the one that's stubborn," Nicolette replied huskily. She ran her fingers through Soap's hair before cupping his face and giving him a kiss. She said again, "Stay with me, Soap."

Soap nodded as he kissed her as his hands went to her hips and trailed downward. He lifted one of her legs and stroked it, feeling her muscles through the fabric until he got to her foot. He gripped the heel of the boot she was wearing and pulled it off. He did the same with her other foot but held it and started massaging her arch. He felt her twitch and try to yank her foot away. He held on and teased, "So the little spy is ticklish?"

Nicolette hadn't expected the sudden foot massage and only reacted as normal and that was to kick at the offender. She narrowed her eyes at Soap's teasing and retorted, "I didn't expect that."

Soap chuckled as he held her foot and then used her fingers to stroke her foot, near the ankle. He didn't say anything but stroked her foot, watching her reaction. He peeled her sock down so he could kiss her ankle, letting his breath linger on the skin. He smirked at her as he pulled her sock completely off. He could tell she was getting aroused from the foreplay.

Nicolette felt his breath and caught her own. She could feel her skin flush with desire. She wanted to call the man a tease, but he definitely knew foreplay and she liked it. She pulled her foot free from his grasp and held up her other foot and said, "Gonna finish what you started?"

Soap chuckled at her boldness. He knew he got under her skin in a good way. He obliged and removed her other boot and sock and teased the skin of her feet. He teased her a little bit before moving on. He knew he was making her impatient with need to the point she pounced on him to tease him. She was his feisty little spitfire.

Eventually, they both had their clothes off and he had her pinned onto the bed. They were both panting from the foreplay and making her peak on his fingers. He looked down at her as she looked up at him. She was panting from her orgasm he just gave her. He started kissing under her ear and down her neck and heard her whisper, "Please… more."

Soap was willing to indulge. He pulled back to look her in the eye and verify it was what she wanted. He stoked her hair as she nodded and leaned up to kiss him. He felt her hands grasp his shoulders and he could feel her fingers knead his skin. He lowered his head to kiss and nuzzle her chest, making her moan in pleasure.

Nicolette fisted her hand in Soap's hair when she felt him kiss and suckle everywhere he could on her skin. She felt like putty in his hands and was so ready for what was next. She was feeling impatient even though she was hypersensitive from what he did with his fingers. She growled, "Don't fuck around, please." She felt a bit mortified that she sounded so needy, but she was.

Soap heard her and chuckled. He pulled back to look at her and saw her needy and frustrated. "Alright love," he acquiesced and adjusted his position.

Nicolette parted her legs as Soap shifted. She couldn't help herself and reached out to touch his chest. Her fingers ghosted on his skin before she moved her hands to his shoulders. Her fingers tightened when she felt him enter her and she let out a small gasp as he filled her.

"Alright, love?"

Nicolette tucked her head into the crook of Soap's neck and kissed it as she adjusted her hips to get used to the feeling. She whispered, "I'm okay." She adjusted her hands on his body and gestured with her hips that she was ready.

Soap heard her words and felt her signal. He started moving, pulling out and then thrusting in a slow and languid thrust. He didn't want her to feel pain and trusted she would tell him to stop if she wanted him to. He slipped an arm under the small of her back and adjusted her body and the angle of penetration. He felt her fingers dig into his back to the point he felt her nails as he started moving faster.

Nicolette felt the adjustment and shift. The change shocked her senses to an all new high as she gripped him hard, digging her nails in. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more. Her legs hooked over his hips, trying to get closer to him. When he hit a sensitive spot, she let out a moan and gasped, "Yes, that."

Soap heard her moan and beg for more. He could feel her nails dig into his skin as he increased tempo, and she met him every step of the way. He could feel her start to tighten and knew she was getting close. She even voiced it, "I'm… getting close."

He was getting there too. He muttered, "Stay with me, love."

Nicolette felt that coil in her belly tighten. She moved a hand from where she was gripping Soap's back to the bed. She clenched the sheets as she arched her back, getting closer to the peak. She heard Soap telling her to stay with him. She responded with a slight whimper and matched his pace. She felt Soap's hand clamp over her hand gripping the sheets and pry at her fingers as she heard him said, "Stay with me."

Looking up to find him looking at her intently, she adjusted her hand and felt his hand clasp hers and their fingers intertwined. Her other hand gripped the arm that was under the small of her back. She felt him thrust a litter harder and her hips matched his thrusts. She nibbled the nape on the left sided of his neck as he did the same with her when the coil in her belly sprang loose.

Soap felt her come and felt her teeth in his shoulder while her fingers clenched. It was enough force for him to follow her off the precipice. He grunted loudly as he finished with her. He panted as he felt himself empty into her as he shifted to look down at her. He moved the arm that had been under her back and stroked her face, moving her hair from her face. She was panting and seemed to be trembling a little. He would have said something, but she reached up and started stroking his face. It seemed to relax his fingers from where they were clenched with her hand.

Aware that he was going to crush her, he pulled himself out of her and rolled over, pulling her with him so they were lying side by side. He studied her as he ran his fingers through her hair. He noticed she was frowning at him and he asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

Nicolette was studying Soap's face and she noticed her bite mark on his shoulder. She heard his question and reached out and traced the bite. "I'm sorry about that," she whispered as she traced the visible teeth marks that were visible in the moonlit darkness.

Soap grasped her hand and noticed the whitened knuckles from how tight she had been grabbing his hand. His thumb stroked her fingers before bringing it to his lips and he kissed it. "It's alright," he replied in a whisper and kissed her hand again. "You know I like a little pain from you."

Nicolette slowly smiled at him as he held her hand. She didn't find it particularly funny, but it was comforting to hear that he was okay. She replied softly, "Just… be here with me." She moved her head to gently touch his and closed her eyes and sighed in contentment. She whispered that it was barely audible, "Just stay with me."

Soap felt her head touch his and heard her sigh. He heard her whisper and smiled as he closed his eyes, basking in her presence. He kissed her hand one more time as he listened to her breathing slow into sleep. He pulled up the sheet to cover them and settled beside her. He studied her before kissing her head and whispering, "Always. I'll always stay with you."