The house was quiet when you woke up, sunlight streaming softly through the curtains. You stretched, your hand blindly reaching for the empty space beside you. Caitlyn's side of the bed was cold, as usual, but you 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 you that she was always thinking of you. She'd started leaving notes. Short and sweet messages tucked into places you would find them. Sometimes it was a reminder to get your laundry done, other times a simple "I love you".

Today, a note sat on the nightstand. Smiling, you picked it up and read Caitlyn's neat, elegant handwriting:

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

Your heart skipped as you tossed off the blankets, curiosity and excitement bubbling through you as you walked down the hall. When you opened the door, you had to stop in your 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.