It was never supposed to be like this. You were never supposed to be laid in his soft sheets, the cooling linen on your bareness. He was never supposed to be... whatever he was.

It had started months ago. The short glances got a little longer, and what started off as friendship, turned to sex. 'Just one night stands, as you kids call it.' Price said, all those months ago back in autumn. But, as time passed, and clothing littered his bedroom floor, they never came back to your room. They sat in his draws, among his clothes, waiting to be picked out. What was once a quick clean up and dash, became gentle and soft words as a damp cloth came into contact to your still buzzing skin. Neither of you were sure when the simple became complicated, when either of you would make eye contact in briefings, only to look away with painted cheeks.

But you swore you would never bring it up.

And thats where you were now; in his bed, his white sheets tangled through your legs, as you stare at his ceiling, wrapped up in an old jumper of his. Everything was his. He pushes up the jumper slightly, wiping the mess he left on your abdomen.

"You're quiet, {{user}}." He comments, his voice soft and gentle.