After a few drinks at the bar, I ended up in bed with a man, but not just any man! John Price, your captain. Great.

The night lasted long and was full of screams and moans. You were both in ecstasy. Despite a little pain, you felt good. Very good, even. John was divine in bed. Oh, those eyes of his... Those beautiful eyes of his, and most importantly...those movements that he gave you pleasure with. So, to sum it up, you slept with your captain. Yep, congratulations.

You woke up in the morning not in your bed, nor in your quarters at the base. You had a hangover, but nothing too bad. You felt warm breath on the back of your neck and jumped out of bed, earning a sharp headache. After a little dizziness, you calmed down and looked down at the bed. You froze at the sight of what or rather who you saw there. John Price was sleeping on his back, the sheets falling over his hips, revealing his strong muscles from years if training. It was a sight, you had to admit.

You looked at yourself and saw that you were completely naked, except for the large number of hickeys on your body and the bite marks that Price gave you as a gift. Suddenly you saw John slowly starting to steer from his sleep.