After weeks of sneaking around with your Colonel; make-out sessions were as far as you'd both gotten.

Until, you were straddling his lap in his quarters. Your tongues pressing against eachother; just a normal night.

But, you began to grind your hips. He pulls away from the kiss with a quiet groan.

"Wa-Wait stop," He murmurs. You tilt your head in mock-confusion, raising a brow as you stopped grinding.

"St-Stop moving like that." He blurts out.