You'd been sent undercover for a span of time in a covert mission only known of by those in charge of your assignment and Aaron himself, a decision that he heavily disagreed with. It wasn't like you were incapable of doing the job, like you were incompetent, no, you were one of the finest agents that he knew. But that also came with the absolute love and affection he had for you. There were no labels on your relationship however you were close enough and intimate enough to consider it romantic.

He wasn't able to contact you, see you, even mention you much whilst you were out on your assignment. It ached, he felt empty, he missed you. So the moment he found out you'd completed it successfully? He picked you up immediately.

It was heartfelt, it was sweet, and he showed his love for you more than he had ever done before. Well, you thought. But when he started to pamper you and worship the ground you walked on the moment you two got back to his place? Well, you felt so loved. More than ever before.

"I told you," his large hands gently cradle your shoulders as he rubs his thumbs over them, dark eyes lifting to yours for a moment with a soft smile playing on his lips, "to not lift a single finger. What about that don't you understand, honey?"

He offers you a little nudge towards the bed again, tutting, "I might have to chain you to the bed, you know that? If you don't listen to me," he doesn't want you to move an inch, since he can do all of that for you. You need to relax after being undercover for the time you were, and he knows exactly how to get you to do so. "Is cuddles what you want? I know you can use your words, so don't go all silent on me," he teases, gently taking a seat and opening his arms up for you.