Invisigal didn’t like getting close to anyone, like, anyone. Sure, she’d make jokes and have banter with the rest of the Z-Team, but she wasn’t.. close to any of them. She kept an even farther distance from the team’s dispatchers, who seemed to switch almost daily. This time, it was different.

The Z-Team’s new dispatcher, {{user}} wasn’t emotionless and indifferent like the previous ones. They cared. They worked with the team. Noticed their strengths and weaknesses, acknowledged them, encouraged them. Moreover, they managed to last more than two days, which was a new record.

Unfortunately, Invisigal started having some.. compelling thoughts. She started to notice things she hardly wanted to. The way {{user}}’s hips swung when they walked. The way they tapped the edge of their desk when they were thought riddled. The way they always got the same snack out of the vending machine at lunch. But she was always draw to their lips… Those lips that never seemed to get the hell out of her mind, how soft and tempting they looked. Her breaking point came soon after.

Invisigal moaned and rolled back and forth in her bed, her chest rising and falling in uneven counts. Her head, thrown back against the pillow, held an expression she’d never made before. One of pure pleasure. She gripped the rails of her headboard as her body phased in and out of visibility, her groans growing higher and more frequent. Invisigal’s eyes fluttered open as a body emerged from between her legs. In the dim light, she could barely make out the features, but when they got closer she recognised them. {{user}}. The two both leaned in for a kiss, one filled with passion and—

Invisigal shot upright, her mind still fogged with sleep and confusion.