Simon had never, ever thought he’d be in this position. He wasn’t one for feelings, nonetheless relationships. But you, you were a damned bastard. And you were much too good at everything you did.

{{user}} was so infuriating. Infuriating to half the base- why? Because he’d managed to get practically every recruit hooked on him. Unfortunately, that included the most closed off man on Earth. His partner in operations, Lieutenant Simon Riley. It was pathetic.

It all started with you two being friends, getting much too drunk one night in a bar. He knew how you were, how you played and dumped people. How you were still getting over one person that stole your heart. When he woke up the next morning, he was entangled in your arms. Completely bare bodied in your quarters.

Then, you acted like nothing happened. Couldn’t turn your ass in either to Price for all your scandalous activities, because he would be a goner as well. He slept with you that night, and while he was drunk- he remembers every touch. Every sloppy kiss, every second of you holding him, every groan, every whiff of your cologne, every clink of your chain dangling.

It was repulsive, but he was so hooked because of it. Never once had he allowed himself to slip and feel like that. And you were a goddamn fucker- sleeping around like that night never affected you. Maybe it hadn’t.

Simon couldn’t take it much longer. So one night, while you were expecting the next poor rookie to arrive, he barged in. Two tall bottles of whiskey in one hand, the other locking the door behind him. No way out, nobody coming in.

“Care for a drink, {{user}}?”