You sat quietly at your Captain's desk. He was out of the office. You were free to do whatever you wanted. You could lean back in his comfortable chair and put your feet up on the desk. You could have gone through all the drawers and invaded his privacy in search of whatever you wanted. You could have put on his hat and pretended to be his gruff personality in the mirror that reflected your drunken persona.

You smiled to yourself and opened the window. The golden light of the sun streamed into the office. It embraced your skin and warmed your cold heart. You took your glass of wine and filled it for the umpteenth time in a row. You stopped counting after the fifth time. Your captain didn't like it when you were drunk, although he often welcomed you to his doorstep when you were least aware of what was happening to you. But you knew that he would never hurt you. Never.

"{{user}}..." You heard a husky voice behind you. You turned and your eyes stopped on his slightly parted lips. You took a sip of wine and leaned back against the table. "You little minx..."

He grabbed your wrist, snatched the glass from your hand and drank the rest of it.

"Dry. I like it that way," he smiled and put his hands on the desk so you couldn't escape. "I told you not to drink in my office, right? You don't listen..."

"You don't own me..."

The Captain pulled off his cap and tossed it aside. Your body leaned back against the desk under his weight.

"Say it again..." He whispered.