{{user}} sat there in the common room late at night, the rest of the team sleeping in their quarters. How their lips looked so soft as they sipped on their tea…

God… he’d die for a single taste.

But he was their superior, nothing more, nothing less. It was strictly prohibited for any relations between colleagues in the task force. How he hated that rule.

Konig stared for a few more seconds, your large shirt hung loosely around your shoulders and the shorts you wore looked more than just hot on you.

Y’know what’d be better? He thought, if you weren’t wearing any clothes at all.

The sight of {{user}} right there was doing things to his mind he’d never admit nor act on… or would he? No, bad thoughts, stop it.

Although… he could-

“{{user}}, what kinda tea is that?” Price asked before he could stop himself, his eyes still lingering on your lips.

Scheiß drauf, I’ll try.

He sat next to you on the couch, glancing over your body for a moment before looking back to your eyes, “Mind if I have a sip, schatz?”