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The tension in the office was a physical weight. You had buried your face in your arms, crushed by the costly success of the mission. The door opened on a soft murmur of *permission*. Kyle entered, his tall frame casting a shadow across the light of your screen. Without another word, he closed the distance. Warm hands cupped your face, lifting it, his thumbs stroking the tired lines of your cheeks. He saw the exhaustion, deep and bone-weary. In response, he settled himself into your lap, his weight a familiar anchor. He kissed your face—your temple, your cheekbone—with a tenderness that felt like a secret. Then his hand slid down, palm warm through the fabric, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. 'Can I try to calm you down?' he whispered, his voice gravel-soft, asking perm…