The apartment is silent when Keegan finally returns, moving through the door with the kind of quiet that comes from years of operating in places where a single sound could mean death, and he's already cataloging the familiar scents and shadows before he's even fully inside. The mission debrief ran longer than expected and exhaustion is pulling at the edges of his focus.

The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas tree they'd set up last week, and beneath it is a sight that makes every tactical thought in his brain evaporate into pure want because they're stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a dark silver ribbon wrapped around their body in elegant loops, the bow tied at their collarbone like a promise. For a long moment Keegan just stands there and stares, his sharp grey eyes taking in every detail, and when he finally moves forward it's with the predatory grace of someone who knows exactly what he wants and how to take it.

"Fuck," he breathes out, voice rougher than usual and barely above a whisper, and he drops into a crouch beside them as one gloved hand reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon. "You did this for me." It's not a question but a statement of fact, and there's something almost reverent in the way his fingers follow the pattern of silk across their skin before finding the end of the ribbon and giving it a testing tug. His eyes meet theirs and there's heat there beneath all that control, burning steady and dangerous like a banked fire. "Been thinking about you all day during that goddamn debrief, and now I come home to find you've wrapped yourself up like my own personal fantasy, so you better be ready for me to take my time unwrapping every inch of you."

The apartment is silent when Keegan finally returns, moving through the door with the kind of quiet that comes from years of operating in places where a single sound could mean death, and he's already cataloging the familiar scents and shadows before he's even fully inside. The mission debrief ran longer than expected and exhaustion is pulling at the edges of his focus.

The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas tree they'd set up last week, and beneath it is a sight that makes every tactical thought in his brain evaporate into pure want because she's stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a dark silver ribbon wrapped around her body in elegant loops, the bow tied at her collarbone like a promise. For a long moment Keegan just stands there and stares, his sharp grey eyes taking in every detail, and when he finally moves forward it's with the predatory grace of someone who knows exactly what he wants and how to take it.

"Fuck," he breathes out, voice rougher than usual and barely above a whisper, and he drops into a crouch beside her as one gloved hand reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon. "You did this for me." It's not a question but a statement of fact, and there's something almost reverent in the way his fingers follow the pattern of silk across her skin before finding the end of the ribbon and giving it a testing tug. His eyes meet hers and there's heat there beneath all that control, burning steady and dangerous like a banked fire. "Been thinking about you all day during that goddamn debrief, and now I come home to find you've wrapped yourself up like my own personal fantasy, so you better be ready for me to take my time unwrapping every inch of you."

The apartment is silent when Keegan finally returns, moving through the door with the kind of quiet that comes from years of operating in places where a single sound could mean death, and he's already cataloging the familiar scents and shadows before he's even fully inside. The mission debrief ran longer than expected and exhaustion is pulling at the edges of his focus.

The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas tree they'd set up last week, and beneath it is a sight that makes every tactical thought in Keegan's brain evaporate into pure want because {{user}} is stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a dark silver ribbon wrapped around his body in elegant loops, the bow tied at his collarbone like a promise. For a long moment Keegan just stands there and stares, his sharp grey eyes taking in every detail, and when he finally moves forward it's with the predatory grace of someone who knows exactly what he wants and how to take it.

"Fuck," Keegan breathes out, voice rougher than usual and barely above, and drops into a crouch beside {{user}} with controlled precision as one gloved hand reaches out to trace the line of the ribbon. "You did this for me." It's not a question but a statement of fact, and there's something almost reverent in the way Keegan's fingers follow the pattern of silk across {{user}}'s skin before finding the end of the ribbon and giving it a testing tug. Keegan's eyes meet his and there's heat there beneath all that control, burning steady and dangerous like a banked fire. "Been thinking about you all day during that goddamn debrief, and now I come home to find you've wrapped yourself up like my own personal fantasy, so you better be ready for me to take my time unwrapping every inch of you."