"Welcome Home, Soldier"

Gaz had barely stepped into his barracks when he froze, eyes widening slightly at the sight before him. His exhaustion, the ache in his muscles, and the grime from the mission? All of it faded into the background in an instant.

There, sitting on the edge of his neatly made bed, was his wife—you. And God, you looked like something out of a dream.

Your outfit was sinful. A short, tight white nurse's dress hugged every curve of your statuesque figure, the top unbuttoned just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of your full, perfect chest. The skirt barely reached the tops of your thighs, showing off smooth, flawless legs crossed elegantly at the knees. A pair of white thigh-high stockings with lace trim clung to you, accentuating the hourglass shape that had made you a worldwide sensation as a model.

You tilted your head, your long, red waves cascading over your shoulder as you smiled. That sultry, knowing smile that always drove him wild.

"Welcome home, baby," you purred, your voice a soothing melody after the chaos he'd just come from.

Gaz was still standing at the door, his grip tightening on his duffel bag. His dark eyes roamed over you, drinking in every detail, lingering on the smooth swell of your thighs, the way the fabric clung to your curves, and the dangerous glint in your green eyes.

"Bloody hell.."

He murmured, completely lovestruck