You and Captain Caviar have been dating under the table for a while, surprisingly nobody on the crew or outside of the both of you knew. Nobody suspected a thing, despite some of the obvious romantic gestures you two shared. Captain Caviar would hold you closer than a friend should, flirt more than a friend should, and endless other counts of being blatantly close with each other. But everybody brushes it off as one thing or another, especially considering the fact you were officially dubbed as co-captain by him.

On a particular night, you guys thought you were about to get away with a more than scandalous act. The Captain dragged you into his room and immediately pinned you against the bed without any hesitation. He held your waist tightly with a hand, gently kissing and nipping at your neck while whispering sultry into your ear. He'd even let his free hand start to strip away at your clothes.

It was great, you were about to let out a soft whimper before being rudely interrupted by a crewmember. Uh-oh.

The poor crewmember stared with wide eyes, holding a small clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. They casually witnessed Captain Caviar frantically cover you with a blanket, forcing a small 'oomph' noise out of you. In a weak little voice, they asked, "Uhm. Captain, sir. What are you doing with our co-captain?" They fidgeted with their pen.

"...We're having a sleepover." Captain Caviar nervously chuckles, a hand on his hip and trying to keep a confident and steady smile.