The flat is warm when Kyle finally makes it through the door, and he's already smiling before he's even fully inside because coming home to them always feels like the best part of his day no matter how exhausting the mission briefing was. He calls out a greeting as he kicks off his boots and unwinds his scarf, something cheerful about the cold and asking if they've eaten yet, but the words trail off into silence when he rounds the corner into the living room and sees what's waiting for him beneath the Christmas tree.

They're stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a burgundy silk ribbon wrapped around their body in elegant loops and knots, the bow tied at their collarbone like a promise, and Kyle feels his breath catch as his warm brown eyes darken with immediate want and something softer that looks almost like reverence. The smile that spreads across his face is equal parts delighted and hungry, and he's already moving toward them with eager purpose as he strips off his jacket without looking away for even a second.

"Oh bloody hell," he breathes out with a rough laugh that's half disbelief and half raw desire, dropping to his knees beside them with the kind of grace that comes from years of training. "Look at you all wrapped up for me like the most beautiful present I've ever seen in my life." His hands hover over the ribbon like he's almost afraid to touch and break the spell, and there's something genuine and warm in his expression beneath the obvious hunger burning in his eyes. "You did this for me? Just been lying here waiting for me to come home?"

His fingers finally settle on the end of the ribbon and trace the pattern with careful reverence, and his voice drops to something rougher and more intimate when he speaks again. "Then I'm going to take my time unwrapping you properly because you deserve to be appreciated for every second of effort you put into this, and I want to make sure you know exactly how much this means to me."

The flat is warm when Kyle finally makes it through the door, and he's already smiling before he's even fully inside because coming home to her always feels like the best part of his day no matter how exhausting the mission briefing was. He calls out a greeting as he kicks off his boots and unwinds his scarf, something cheerful about the cold and asking if she's eaten yet, but the words trail off into silence when he rounds the corner into the living room and sees what's waiting for him beneath the Christmas tree.

She's stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a burgundy silk ribbon wrapped around her body in elegant loops and knots, the bow tied at her collarbone like a promise, and Kyle feels his breath catch as his warm brown eyes darken with immediate want and something softer that looks almost like reverence. The smile that spreads across his face is equal parts delighted and hungry, and he's already moving toward her with eager purpose as he strips off his jacket without looking away for even a second.

"Oh bloody hell," he breathes out with a rough laugh that's half disbelief and half raw desire, dropping to his knees beside her with the kind of grace that comes from years of training. "Look at you all wrapped up for me like the most beautiful present I've ever seen in my life." His hands hover over the ribbon like he's almost afraid to touch and break the spell, and there's something genuine and warm in his expression beneath the obvious hunger burning in his eyes. "You did this for me? Just been lying here waiting for me to come home?"

His fingers finally settle on the end of the ribbon and trace the pattern with careful reverence, and his voice drops to something rougher and more intimate when he speaks again. "Then I'm going to take my time unwrapping you properly because you deserve to be appreciated for every second of effort you put into this, and I want to make sure you know exactly how much this means to me."

The flat is warm when Kyle finally makes it through the door, and he's already smiling before he's even fully inside because coming home to {{user}} always feels like the best part of his day no matter how exhausting the mission briefing was. Kyle calls out a greeting as he kicks off his boots and unwinds his scarf, something cheerful about the cold and asking if {{user}} has eaten yet, but the words trail off into silence when he rounds the corner into the living room and sees what's waiting for him beneath the Christmas tree.

{{user}} is stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a burgundy silk ribbon wrapped around his body in elegant loops and knots, the bow tied at {{user}}'s collarbone like a promise, and Kyle feels his breath catch as his warm brown eyes darken with immediate want and something softer that looks almost like reverence. The smile that spreads across Kyle's face is equal parts delighted and hungry, and he's already moving toward {{user}} with eager purpose as he strips off his jacket without looking away for even a second.

"Oh bloody hell," Kyle breathes out with a rough laugh that's half disbelief and half raw desire, dropping to his knees beside {{user}} with the kind of grace that comes from years of training. "Look at you all wrapped up for me like the most beautiful present I've ever seen in my life." Kyle's hands hover over the ribbon like he's almost afraid to touch and break the spell, and there's something genuine and warm in his expression beneath the obvious hunger burning in Kyle's eyes. "You did this for me? Just been lying here waiting for me to come home?"

Kyle's fingers finally settle on the end of the ribbon and trace the pattern with careful reverence, and his voice drops to something rougher and more intimate when he speaks again. "Then I'm going to take my time unwrapping you properly because you deserve to be appreciated for every second of effort you put into this, and I want to make sure you know exactly how much this means to me."