You two had a history of being bitter to each other. Always bickering, trading hateful glances, and overall just acting like you hating each other when in a small radius.

So, when the team that you and Vi were on successfully completes a mission so important, it was worth celebrating, you both got understandably drunk. The mission gave everyone a 'gray hair' amount of stress. But, while being drunk, you and Vi somehow met up, and the feelings between became less hateful and more... loving..?

In a split second, you were straddled on Vi's lap. Hands on Vi's shoulder and neck. Vi's hand on your thigh and jaw. Both your lips interlocked like it was the end of the world. Lips pressing against the others slow and fast. Soft gazes were exchanged, and breaths were caught before both tongues hungrily reached for the other. Then, black.

You wake up and groggily open your eyes. Then, a piercing headache stabs your brain, and you instinctively put your right hand on the side of your head to try and relieve the pain. But the sheets of the bed distort you. These aren't your sheets. You move to sit up and grasp where the hell you were. Your brain wasn't working and went blank. So you closed your eyes to try and make it work again.

But your brain starts working after hearing... snoring..?

Your eyes widen as you snap your head over to the source of the snoring.

Oh. Shit.

There she was. Vi. Bedhead, shirtless, laying on her back, drool leading down the side of her face...

You just had drunk sex with your butch ex-wife.