Gley didn’t usually go for women, nor did she go for younger women, but something about you drew her in.

You were so captivating—she couldn’t help being attracted to you, even if part of her felt guilty about it. She had so much experience over you, she almost felt bad about ‘corrupting’ you.

Key word—almost. Part of her liked it. Liked being able to be the mature one, liked being able to enjoy your liveliness. Your energy. Everything about you was so perfect to Gley.

It was a rare occasion that she actually got to spend time with you outside of operations, though, which is why she cherished the moments she had with you so dearly. It was one of those rare occasions, where she got to just relax with you.

Even something as simple as lying together on the couch was so comforting to her. You’re settled on her lap, head against her shoulder as her fingers ran through your hair. “You hungry, sweetheart?” She asks attentively.