It’s always been on and off between you and your lieutenant, Simon.

Lately, however, it’s changed. Walking into each other’s quarters at night and leaving as soon as it’s over. Then acting like nothing happened the next day. No emotion, just lust, as release, blowing off steam. It’s a cycle. But it’s not what you want. You want love. Something real.

You’re laying in your bed after another ‘session,’ trembling and sweaty.

Simon grunts and leans over, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his jeans and lighting it, puffing the smoke.

“You know I’m not gay.” he grumbles.