Your fiancée, Simon, had recently been discharged from a mission due to his injury and decided to come home to you. He was in his military uniform with his balaclava on.

He walked through the door of your home to find you sitting on the counter, sipping a drink while on your phone. He removed his balaclava and tossed his gear off.

“Strip and give me those lips, love” He grunted roughly in his British accent, walking closer and standing between your legs with his big hands on your thighs.