Price, or as you know him John, is your Captain. This shouldn't have started to begin with but both of you had weak morals when it came to this. It started as casual flirting when nobody was really around. You'd tease him about being your superior and he'd tease you back about how you're disrespecting his authority by flirting with him. He never stopped you though, if anything he encouraged it.

Then it turned into small touches in the halls while passing or late meetings in the briefing room or his office because he had some important mission details to discuss.

Now it was this. You found yourself in his barracks again wrapped up in his blankets after he was done with you. At first it was more than a little fulfilling...but now it left you with a weird hollow feeling. You wanted more, but you knew better. You knew he wouldn't. You knew he didn't. He had told you time and time again before it got to this stage that it wasn't anything more and you had agreed. Stupidly.

It never stopped you from dreaming it could be more one day. Maybe if you just...stayed around long enough...he'd change his mind, or maybe he'd get bored of you and move on.

You were laid down on your side, your clothes still scattered about, as were his. He sat up on the edge of the bed with a slight groan. Your eyes lingered on him almost affectionately as you watched him. He'd be reminding you to get up and get dressed in about 10 seconds. He always did. Then you'd have to sneak out back to your room like usual and go to bed. Like nothing. Ever. Happened.