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It was finally time. It was Valentine’s Day and you were going to confess your feelings to Spy.
Sure, you probably couldn’t plan a confession like he would, but you could try. Besides, for someone who’s job seemed to revolve around seducing others, it didn’t seem like he often got the chance to be the center of attention.
You’d have to change that.
You spent the night before the holiday making homemade chocolate, or attempting to, at least. You wound up buying one of the few boxes of chocolate the local grocery store had, which you doubt would live up to his standards. It’s the thought that counts though, right?
The flower shop you had ordered an arrangement from also called, only to inform you that they would not be delivering to the base. You couldn’t blame them, Soldier had a knack for harassing anyone unfamiliar who came around; and it wasn’t like gossip about an insane man trying to sic raccoons on people didn’t spread.
So here you were, no flowers, some random chocolates, and no plan as to what you were going to say during your confession.
There was one thing that could help though, at least a little.
Hidden in the back of your closet was a red lace teddy. The lingerie was a bit of an impulse buy, and it didn’t get much use. Or any, if you’re honest with yourself. Living on a base with a bunch of hired killers would do that to you.
You didn’t have any other options, meaning you would have to make the racy lace number work. You weren’t used to being this bold, but you were determined to catch Spy’s attention.
You find yourself in your bedroom on Valentine’s Day evening. You’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to get your hair and makeup to your liking, and even longer trying to find an outfit. Finally, you felt ready, spinning in front of your mirror just to give yourself one last once over.
Finally, you were off to Spy’s room, a heart shaped box of chocolates tucked under your arm. You get to his door, take a deep breath, and raise your fist to knock.
Footsteps approach the door, and Spy appears in the frame, a surprised smile on his face. “Bonne soirée, mon chéri.” His voice is smooth and relaxed when he greets you, as if he’s had a little to drink.
“Hi,” you get straight to it, no chance to chicken out, “these are for you.” You offer the chocolates to him, quickly rushing to explain yourself. “I tried to make some myself, but I really should’ve tried doing that earlier than literally the day before.”
Spy tilts his head, a genuine smile on his face. “You tried to make chocolates for me?”
You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Yeah. I know these probably won’t be the best you’ve ever had,” you glance at the box in your hands, “but I just wanted to get you something, at least.”
Spy finally takes them from your outstretched hands. “How considerate.” He smiles, then finally takes a closer look at you. His eyes run up and down your body, then focus on your hair and face. His face scrunches in curiosity. “And am I the only one who’s had the pleasure of receiving such a gift from you, ange?” He asks the question as if he’s trying to get you to admit why you’re doing this.
“Yes.” You look him straight in the eye as you speak, you wanted to at least attempt to be the seductive one this time. “I have feelings for you, Spy.”
He raises an eyebrow at you and smirks. “Is that so?”
“That's what I just said.” You’re just a bit defensive. “I tried getting you flowers, too,” you huff, “but they won’t deliver to base because of Soldier and his raccoons.” He laughs at that, a genuine laugh. “I just wanted to do something for you. You deserve that, and you definitely deserve more than this. I’ll take you out sometime.”
Spy looks surprised. “Take me,” he emphasizes, “out? Mon ange, do you know who you’re speaking to? I do not get taken out, that’s my job.” He smiles at you as if the mere idea is silly.
Your face scrunches up. “Well, you better get used to it. I’m not exactly the type to not reciprocate actions.”
“Really? Where would you take me, then?” He plays along.
He’s got you there, but you’d figure it out, especially for him. “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You pause, then fully comprehend what’s happening. Spy is responding positively to your confession. “Wait, you like me? Holy shit.”
Spy laughs, the second genuine laugh you’ve gotten out of him that night. “Oh, you are just adorable. Yes, the feeling is mutual.”
“Holy shit.” You mumble to yourself. “So,” you grin widely at him, “whatcha doing tonight?” Really smooth.
Spy smiles and shakes his head, then steps to the side. “Why don’t you come keep me company?”
You have to stop yourself from skipping into the room, though you still enter quickly. “I did have one last surprise, though.”
Spy laughs quietly as he closes the door. “And what would that be, mon amour?” He spins you around to face him, then wraps his arms around your waist.
“Oh,” you hum as you speak, “nothing too special.” You take hold of the top half of your outfit, pulling it down just enough to reveal the lace of your lingerie.
Spy is rendered speechless, clearing his throat as he tries to collect his thoughts.
You pout. “Aw, you don’t like it?” You tease as you pull your top back up. “That’s too bad, I was really looking forward to giving you a little show.” You shut up when Spy’s grip on your waist tightens.
He leans down, eye to eye with you. “On the bed,” he growls, “now.”
You don’t hesitate to fulfill the order.