After the long week you had you definitely deserved some alone time.
Your back hit the door once you closed it, sighing in relief. You finally had a few days off, a moment to breathe if you will.
You hadn't had a moment to yourself all week, being too busy training recruits and other people pestering you about paperwork and what not.
It was exhausting. And it left you no room to be alone, to enjoy yourself.
You hurriedly locked your door and grabbed your laptop, rushing into your bed. The website popped up in front of you in the matter of seconds, the orange and black logo appearing.
You scrolled finding a video that suited your needs for the moment. You were slightly worried that someone would disturb your moment alone, but pushed the thought away wanting, no, needing to relax.
The video began and you slowly slid your hand down your body, under the covers. You didn't really need the video, more the noise to distract your mind.
You unbutton your shirt slowly, teasing yourself. You already felt wet, pushing your thighs together for slight relief, but knowing it wasn't going to be enough.
"Oh yes!" You heard the fake moans of the actress on your screen and moved your hand further down. Growing desperate.
It made your cheeks heat up, getting all hot and bothered. Flustered.
Your fingers glided beneath multiple layers of clothing, not wasting time taking them off, finally reaching the spot that needed touching most.
You started in a slow, circular motion, needing to build up the feeling in your stomach. But it had been so long since your last time alone that the feeling came sooner than expected.
You bit your lip, suppressing the sounds that wanted to escape your throat. The moans and grunts of the actors fading into the background as your release got closer.
But that's when your sweet blissful moment was interrupted by a knocking on your door. The mood disappeared instantly, and you turned over to groan into your pillow.
Why? Why did everyone have to bother you?!
You slammed the laptop shut and walked to the door, before opening you realised that you had forgotten to button up your blouse.
You really couldn't care less right now, it didn't show much.
Opening the door you saw your lieutenant, now you really wish you had buttoned your blouse.
"Sir?" You asked, trying to hide your annoyance. He looked down at you and glanced slightly behind you, towards your bed, then back to you, meeting your eye.
"What were you doing?" He asked suspiciously.
You crossed your arms over your chest, a movement which caught his eyes showing him the skin beneath your shirt.
"I'm sorry sir, but that is frankly none of your business." His eyes squinted at your remark but still you continued. "I've had a long week, sir. What is it that you want?"
"I want to know what you were doing to make your cheeks flush like this." He said it so calmly that you barely realised that his hand had moved up to your cheeks, grazing the back of his hand against it.
The words were stuck in your throat, wanting to say something back but his hand touching you made that near impossible.
"What was it that you were doing, alone?" His deep British voice, rumbled something inside of you. Maybe it was the interruption of your moment alone. Maybe it was the fact that you had always found him attractive yet never found the courage to do something about it.
