“I could be your father.” Konig remarked, hands busy buttoning his uniform back on, his back facing you who watched him with an adoring gaze — something very rare, coming from you especially. What you two had was.. questionable, a friendship with benefits, even if you considered it something more.

“You’re not.” You retorted as you stood up from his bed, still half bare. You snuck your arms around his waist to pull him flush against you, an habit of yours that managed to weaken him, always. “But I could be.” It had to be a professional lieutenant-rookie relationship, not continuous intimate meet ups. Not to mention the huge age gap between you two.

“But you’re not.” You spoke softly, playing your luck to make him stay in the room, again.