Maybe the mission success celebration went too far… maybe with all the alcohol in both of your systems you couldn’t think straight…

Though all you saw Alejandro have was a sip of tequila and that was that…

You quietly arose from your Colonel’s bed, only to be held down by his burly left arm - a small grumble leaving him as he lay there, still out like a light switch.

And then you felt his leg pin down your own, pulling your back into his chest with a groan - not happy with the sudden movements.

“quédate conmigo…”He breathed, his voice cold… but also vulnerable..?

Alejandro was being vulnerable…