Twelve days of Agent 47 [Agent 47 X Reader]

Day 1 | All I want

For the first time in your relationship, 47 is able to spend Christmas at home.

The scent of a wintry stew spread through the rooms of your home, far beyond the kitchen. It was pleasantly warm in the house you called your own, with several candles illuminating the already cosy place and decorations in the form of wreaths and a Christmas tree bringing along the Christmas spirit.

And with the pleasant tunes of the vinyl player in the living room playing classical tunes of yore, you found yourself humming along to it. Stirring the pot in front of you thoroughly, you added a bit more seasoning – rosemary, thyme, some basil.

Among the scent of those herbs, something else wholly familiar prickled in your nose, in the form of cologne and something else entirely his, and laced with the flavour of gingerbread and cinnamon lingering in the air, you found yourself utterly relaxed.

A pair of hands came to rest on your hips, his presence looming behind you. They slid forward, locking around your waist, and he pressed himself against your back, chin resting on your shoulder.

"47..." you sighed, smiling softly as he pressed a feather light kiss against your cheek. "You're distracting me..."

He chuffed out a laugh and looked at the stew you were making – it wasn't special, but to him it meant everything. Because even though you two had been together for a few years now, this was the first year Agent 47 got to spend Christmas with his girlfriend. And whatever you made, he cherished it with his whole heart, because it was purely and only for him.

"Am I, now?" he murmured, slipping his hands into the pockets of your apron, and he pulled you flush against him. "Do you find this annoying?"

You leaned back your head on his shoulder, allowing him to kiss your neck. The ladle in your hands plopped into the pan with a splash.

"Not at all..." you mused, reaching behind you to cradle a hand at the back of his head, coaxingly running your fingers over the spot where you knew his tattoo to be. "If anything... I'm so happy that we finally get to spend Christmas together."

He smiled against your skin – a rare occurrence given 47's nature – but whenever he did so, it made your heart jump pleasantly.

"Better make good use of it." he said. "The stew can wait. Come to the living room. We need to unwrap our presents."

The statement slipping from his lips sounded so domestic that it fooled you for a second that everything in your relationship was wholly normal, entirely perfect.

You turned off the stove and wiped your hands on your apron, smiling as he stepped back from you. Cleaning up a little, you tossed the worn-down piece of fabric over a chair, straightening your shirt.

Upon entering the living room, your heart swelled at the sight of him – this Christmas morning, his crisp suit had made place for a patterned sweater and a pair of dark jeans.

On his lap sat your old cat Tammy, purring at his attention. You smiled as he scratched her under her chin. Basking in the homely scene unfolding in front of you, you approached the large Christmas tree which you had put up a few weeks prior. Despite the fact that it had been standing there for quite some time, it still looked fresh and carried a calming scent of pine.

"So, your present." you mused, grabbing the few wrapped boxes you had gotten him. "Which one would you like first?" you sat down next to him and Tammy hopped off at the disturbance, creating space for your first gift.

47 picked a box at random, twirling it around in his hands for a few moments. It was obvious that he was unfamiliar with the experience of receiving gifts wrapped in shiny red foil and decorated with golden tinsel. You gleamed at him, pulling your legs underneath you on the couch.

Nimble fingers undid the pieces of scotch tape you had so carefully put together; it was clear that you had put a lot of effort in making it special, and he undid the wrapper to reveal a luxurious black box, containing a sleek, forest green tie.

"Thank you, (Y/n)." 47 said softly, looking down at you before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying the touch. "It's a lovely colour."

You hummed, fingers coming to rest on his thigh. "I'd like it if you put it on tomorrow as we go to dinner at my parents' place."

"Of course." he said.

He put it down and went to the tree himself. He picked up one of the presents he had gotten you – the gift was no bigger than a cigar box and he placed it into your lap, taking the spot next to you again.

"I noticed that you'd been looking at this for a while." he confessed, "I thought you might like it."

You unwrapped it with a bit less care than 47 had done and you found that he had gotten you a beautiful pair of diamond earrings, as well as a matching necklace. Tears welled up in your eyes almost instantly.

"Oh, 47... You shouldn't have... This must've cost a fortune."
"Well, my line of work allows it." he said, "Do you like it, then?"

Instead of answering him, you kissed him. After a few seconds, you pulled back, smiling up at him whilst resting your forehead against his. "I love it. Thank you."

You took it out of the package and Agent 47 offered to take it from you – you moved your hair aside so he could lay it around your neck and fasten it. Upon him finishing doing so, you released your hair and smiled softly as he kissed your neck, inhaling against your skin.

"It looks beautiful on you." he told you.

You kissed him, cradling his face in your hands, angling yourself in such a way that you could deepen it. Crawling onto his lap, you felt his fingers slip under your shirt, leaving scorching hot traces on your skin.

Sighing, you slotted yourself against him. Wholly trusting. Perfectly.

And among the rest of the presents that night, varying from silver tie-pins, cufflinks and perfume, Agent 47 himself was the most beautiful gift of them all.