Recruit

Chapter 19: Been Thinking About

You're left crumpled on the floor, nursing bruised ribs and a sore back. Master grabs his cape and belt, and without looking at you, struts out of the gym. Ap'lek comes over to help you up.

"You did pretty good, Recruit." He says your title sarcastically.

You grunt as he pulls you to your feet. "Thanks. I was trying to watch your technique but I kept getting kicked!"

He slowly takes you through a few sequences and technique styles before you break for lunch. He doesn't comment on your lack of attention. Your mind keeps playing the moment over and over again. You're positive Master just asked you if you want to have sex with him. And then he just stalked out like nothing happened. Ap'lek spends a good half hour after lunch rolling your sore muscles out, applying pain cream, and stretching your joints.

You can't stop thinking about the electric feeling of his gloved hands lingering on your waist, gripping the back of your neck, keeping hold on your wrist. And then when he manhandled you and pressed his hand to your clit. You're absolutely positive he wouldn't do that to the other knights.

"Ducky!!"

You shake your head, looking around at your surroundings. "Huh?"

Cardo is standing over you as you're supposed to be bench pressing, but you're just holding the bar over your chest, daydreaming. You start pumping, limbs shaking, and he makes you do two extra reps for not paying attention. And then, after more squats than your ass can handle, he finally releases you for the day.

Ap'lek stretches out your muscles some more, and you can feel him restraining himself from letting his touch linger on your freshly showered body. You almost consider a quickie before dinner, but your thoughts are too consumed with your cryptic master.

You lay silently in the bed until Vicrul falls asleep, his light snoring filling the space. Shimmying out, careful not to wake him, you slip on a pair of sweats and cropped tank top that has a built-in bra. Your heart pounds, but it's been pounding, all evening. You brush your teeth again- in the dark- for good measure, and creep out the door.

Once you're out in the corridor, you lean against the wall and let out a deep sigh. "You can always turn back." You tell yourself. Though you're pretty sure you won't want to. Your heart racing, palms sweating, you turn toward the direction of Master's quarters and set off on nervous knees.

There's hurried footsteps behind you. Your heart jumps to your throat, sure you've been caught.

"Excuse me? Who are you?! What are you doing in this corridor?"

The voice is unfamiliar, and you spin around, getting a good look at a tall, thin man in an officer's uniform. His orange hair is shaped perfectly around his head, his light eyebrows pulled together as he scrutinizes your scandalous outfit.

Fuck. You've been caught out of the quarters without your helmet. And he seems angry, like he knows you don't belong here.

"Well?!" he stalks right up to you.

"I..."

"This is a private corridor. You are not a superior officer. Nor are you in uniform. What is your business here?"

He's pissed. And you don't know who he is. You aren't sure how to tell uniforms apart to distinguish his rank. Can you tell him to piss off? You don't know what kind of trouble you might get in if you confess your identity.