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It wasn’t too often Kyle was home for longer periods of time, an effect of being apart of Task Force 141. Usually, he was off on a mission or on base for something else—just something always relating to his job. That’s why he made it a point to be spend nearly every single second together whenever he had a day off, or like this; during his leave. It was moments like this that gave him happiness; the quiet sound of your spotify playlist whistling through the kitchen as you used your tongs to flip the bacon. Kyle loved when you made breakfast, reminded him of home; of you, when he was on base.
The sun shines through the semi-opened curtain that covers the window over the sink. You hummed quietly as you used the tongs to remove the cooked pieces of bacon and lay them on a paper towel that covered a plate, so it could soak up the grease. You grabbed a few more pieces of bacon with your tongs and laid them down on the pan evenly, the sound of the grease sizzling getting louder. You don’t jolt at all when strong arms wrap around your waist and chest, a warm torso pressing against your back. You feel his head on your shoulder, his rough morning voice filling your ears. “You didn’t wake me.” He whispers in your ear, making you smile softly. You couldn’t see his face, but you definitely could see the pout in your head. “I know,” You murmur as you lean into his touch, but keep your eyes trained on the bacon. You’ve had too many incidents of the bacon grease popping on your skin. “You got back around 2 am last night, Kyle. You needed that sleep.” Kyle huffs and presses a lazy kiss against your jaw, and then another up to your ear. You feel goosebumps raise as he does so. “I don’t need sleep when I’m with you, love.” You smile as you feel your face heat up; his flirting always gets you, even after being together for this long. “Oh, shush. Now that you’re up, why don’t you grab a cup of coffee and get the eggs and milk out?”
Kyle makes a quiet noise of acknowledgment but he doesn’t move yet. “In a minute, jus’.. need to hold you.” Sometimes Kyle just needs a moment to hold you, to process you’re with him and it isn’t a hopeful dream he’s having while in reality, he’s sleeping on a shitty tarp in a worn down house in the middle of a war zone. There’s no sirens, no explosions, no smell of gunpowder. There’s just you, the smell of your cooking, the smell of your home. Kyle couldn’t ask for anything better, as he’s convinced you’re the gift he’s been begging God for. “I love you.” He whispers, his tone fragile like if he speaks too loudly, his reality will crack and shatter back on to a battlefield. You hummed, murmuring, “I love you too, Kyle. Now get those eggs!” You push your body against his playfully to push him away, which he chuckles and lets go of you. He walks over to the fridge and rubs his eyes so he isn’t as sleepy.
Kyle opens the fridge and hums along to the song you have playing, a song he’s heard so many times now. He listens to it on base so he feels more at home. He grabs the milk and eggs, using his foot to close the fridge door. “Good, now crack ‘em and put ‘em in the bowl, honey.” You glance over at him as you flip the bacon, watching him blink away the tiredness as he sets the jug of milk and carton of eggs on the counter. “Yes, ma’am.” Kyle teases, bending down and grabbing a bowl from the cabinet below. He uses his foot to shut the cabinet once again and grabs a fork, and the. Kyle drags the trash can over to the counter. You laugh as you watch him, his face scrunched up. “You work in the military, yet you can barely handle the feeling of egg yolk?” You poke fun at him which causes Kyle to turn to you, his lower lip pouting out ever so slightly. “Hey! Everyone has their icks, darling.”
You turn back to the bacon and quickly remove the cooked pieces onto the plate like before and then you switch the stove top off for now, putting the pan on a different burner that isn’t hot. You put the tongs on the same plate and after that, you look over at your boyfriend. God, your boyfriend. Kyle Garrick, your boyfriend. You never could stop repeating that the time you guys got together; “This is Kyle Garrick, my boyfriend!”
You watch him open the carton of eggs and grab one, gently cracking it against the edge of the bowl. You watch the way his face scrunches up when he realizes he has to use his thumbs to properly open the egg and you can’t suppress a giggle when he squints when he finally feels the yolk of the egg against his skin. You love the way his features are, the way he’s so incredibly expressive about what he’s feeling. You love the small rolls of skin on his nose between his eyes, you love how it scrunches up when he feels something gross or hears something distasteful. You love the way the top of his gum line shows when he smiles widely, you love how his laugh bounces off the walls when he’s truly amused, you love how he looks at you. Oh, how he looks at you. Kyle looks at you as if you’re the only person left on this Earth with him, as if no one else exists. You love the way his body relaxes in your arms, as if he’s leaving his baggage of the day at the door. You love the way he flirts with you like he just saw you for the first time, even after a few years of being together. Kyle is so gentle and kind, despite his job and physique. There’s no one else you could imagine sharing a life with, and you’re sure Kyle feels the same. He kisses you as if he’s starving and you’re the only thing that will satiate him, he holds you as if you’ll slip from him any moment. Kyle keeps all of your letters, every time you send one to him on base, he has a folder in his quarters. When he’s lonely, he rereads every word, every confession you send him.
You quietly come up behind him and repeat what he did to you earlier, although your hands slowly go under his shirt, your hands feeling his abdomen and chest. You hum and murmur lowly in his ear, “Hey, pretty boy. You got a lover?” Kyle bursts out laughing, an intense contrast from the quiet sounds of his humming and the music. You can’t help but let out a giggle, but you try to stay in character. “Don’t laugh at me, answah the question.”
Kyle snorts as he tries to keep his hands steady as he cracks open another egg, leaning against you a bit more. “Mhm, I do. They’re quite smashing, I’d say.” Kyle responds, his voice dripping amusement. It’s your turn to snort, your mouth contorting to mock his accent. “Smashing!” You mock, not being able to finish your word without laughing. Kyle elbows you lightly. “Hey, now! I just complimented you!” He pouts but you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You arms wrap around his properly and you begin to pull him away from the counter, a yelp leaving him. “Hey, I’m not do!-“
“Dance with me, Kyle.” You murmur, spinning him around to face you. Kyle’s face held bewilderment before contorting to amusement, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Is your favorite song on?” He replies softly, his hands avoiding touching your shirt. “I still have yolk on my fingers, love.” You let out a soft psshhh and lean closer to him. “I don’t care, I can always get a new shirt from your closet.” You giggle softly, making eye contact with him. Kyle laughs in reply, his hands grabbing onto you and pulling you closer as you swayed back and forth softly. Kyle’s eyes radiate pure love and adoration; he again stares at you as if his sole purpose was just.. you. They shine in a way they only do for you. Kyle leans forward and presses his lips against yours, keeping the kiss slow and soft. Your lips move against his in sync. There’s no hidden agenda behind the kiss, no second-hidden intentions; it’s just two people loving each other, kissing for the sake of intimacy.
Your kisses are always something he craves back on base or during the missions he goes on, and he always motivated to come back home to you.
You gently pull away and his lips attempt to follow you, but your finger rests on his lips to stop him. Kyle’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and neediness. You smile and cup his cheek instead. “There will be plenty of time for that later, okay? We need to eat.”
As far as Kyle knows, you’re all he needs, but okay.