The first thing Colonel König noticed when he woke was how warm he felt. A weight pressed up and against the Alpha; soft and pliant, the steady rise and fall of your chest syncing with his own.

Blinking, very much disorientated from the rowdy night at the pub with some of the other operatives from Kortac, the world took its sweet time coming back into focus. The morning lit dim as it strained through his closed curtains. His sheets tangled around bare limbs, König's frame relaxed in a way it hadn't been for years. Even despite the hangover which had took root in his head.

Your scent was familiar to him, having worked alongside one another for near a year now. Vanilla and something heady - unmistakably Omega.

König inhaled the comforting scent greedily as memories sparked from the night before. The team skulking off to the pub after a rough mission just passed, so much alcohol - anything and everything, lingering touches and the easy banter that flowed between the two of you. The gleam of excitement which had shone in your eyes before you'd fallen into his bed together, tearing at one another's clothes with reckless desperation.

Leading to this morning.

The Alpha's arms instinctively curling tighter around your peaceful frame. One hand splayed almost possessively over the bare expanse of your back, while the other tangled up into already messy hair. Cradling you impossibly closer to him. Your face pressed right into the crook of his neck, his sniper's hood gone - abandoned on the floor somewhere near the foot of the bed, an unconscious content sigh making his inner Alpha preen as you nuzzled into him in your slumber.

You... his teammate, his charge, his friend. Though, truth be told, König had always wished for so much more...

Fuck.

The Colonel swallowed thickly as he looked down at you, at the state of you. He had been ravenous in his drunken tirade. Not at all as soft and gentle as he'd hoped your first time together would be. Hickeys and the imprint of his teeth decorating the column of your neck. And though his teeth had not bitten through, he had left you a mess. A glorious, beautiful mess.

It was an accident, a mistake. Passion in the heat of drunken stupidity and the stress-relief the both of you had craved. Forgetting everything, just for a night.

But, feeling the way you rested against him, so at peace with the world - König didn't regret it. Couldn't bring himself to, not even for a moment.

He should.

This wasn't just some nameless one-night stand. This was you. Someone who trusted him, followed his orders without hesitation, his friend, his crush…

He'd crossed a line, no matter how much alcohol or instinct had driven you both into this. As the Alpha, he should have stopped things before they got to this point. Now everything would be complicated-

You stirred, just a fraction, the softest of murmurs falling from your lips as you slept. König melting in turn, exhaling his worries in one long breath as he rested his head back into the pillow below.

The Colonel could fix many things. But this? He wasn't sure he wanted to. Not when he had you right where he'd craved you since meeting - beside him.

Tired eyes flickering to the clock sat on the bedside table, he knew deep down that he should wake you.

While it was early still, the rest of the base no doubt still asleep, it would be undeniably better if you left now. Before prying eyes could spread gossip about the pair of you and the new... milestone, in your friendship.

"Schatz... come now, Kleine," König rasped, nudging his nose against your hair; clinging to the moment before you wake for as long as he could. "You must wake before the others do.