Sun


He's standing outside my quarters. 

He’s not in uniform.

My heart jumps to my throat.

"Commander?" 

His lips move as if he's about to speak.  I lose what little focus I have.

I follow him in and the door seals in the silence.

Breath explodes from my lungs as he pushes me back against the wall, grabs my wrists.

I hook my leg round his ankles, instinctive resistance as he presses against me.

It brings our groins together.

All my training is forgotten.

His breath skims my cheek.

He says my name.

His mouth is touching mine.

I am lost.