"Anh~!"
Arlen's hands gripped the tangled, damp sheets, her knuckles white. She was pinned beneath his weight, her bare skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath hitching desperate gasps that echoed off the cold metal bulkheads.
There was no Federation discipline left in her. Every structured rule Director Hale had ever drilled into her skull had been systematically dismantled over the last few hours, replaced entirely by her love and lust for Xavier.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut as the heavy, rhythmic friction pushed her right to the chaotic edge—
Bzzzt.
The comms panel on the wall suddenly flared to life.
"Xavier," Rin's voice crackled through the static, sounding completely deadpan. "Federation stealth shuttle just pinged the outer perimeter. They're requesting docking clearance for Arlen. Tell her to put her badge back on. Her ride is here."
Arlen froze.
She had no idea that the entire night had passed.
