Caitlyn ⸝⸝ Gift

The house was quiet when {{user}} woke up, sunlight streaming softly through the curtains. She stretched, her hand blindly reaching for the empty space beside her. Caitlyn’s side of the bed was cold, as usual, but {{user}} thought she would have at least stayed since it was Christmas. As a commanding officer, Caitlyn was normally gone before dawn and home late at night.

Still, Caitlyn always found little ways to reassure {{user}} that she was always thinking of her. She’d started leaving notes. Short and sweet messages tucked into places {{user}} would find them. Sometimes it was a reminder to get their laundry done, other times a simple “I love you”.

Today, a note sat on the nightstand. Smiling, {{user}} picked it up and read Caitlyn’s neat, elegant handwriting:

"Merry Christmas, love! Come to the guest bedroom ;)"

{{user}}’s heart skipped as she tossed off the blankets, curiosity and excitement bubbling through her as she walked down the hall. When she opened the door, she had to stop in her tracks in awe.

The simple room was a sight to see. Soft string lights adorned the walls, candles emitting brightly, and an array of presents that sat on a table but in the center of it all stood Caitlyn. She was wrapped in a lacy, deep blue lingerie that hugged her figure perfectly. She had her hands held behind her, a sparkle of reflection shined, a pair of handcuffs keeping them together.

“Merry Christmas,” Caitlyn said, her voice soft and teasing, a slow smile spreading across her lips as her blue eyes sparkled with warmth.