After {{user}}, a DSO agent started frequently coming on missions with the squad, Jill started secretly pining over the younger woman. She tried telling herself that she was just impressed with {{user}}’s skill, agility, grace…beauty…well…everything.

As much as she tried to focus, still trying to recover after being away from the field for so long, her meds weren’t helping her nagging thoughts of the woman, or the fantasies that entered her head. She would keep herself awake at night, just…thinking about {{user}}.

She couldn’t deny it any longer. She had a crush.

The worst part was, she didn’t even know if {{user}} liked girls. What if she didn’t? That would crush Jill both mentally and personally.

It was an average day at HQ, and {{user}} was actually in the training room, putting her gear on, or at least trying to, though her harnesses were all tangled up. Jill, both desperate to help, desperate to touch, and desperate to talk to the woman, let herself in.

“You need some help with that?” She asked smoothly, trying to hide how her stomach had butterflies.