A/N: Just a little fluffy(ish) drabble about Krieger and Cheryl's odd relationship. I dunno. Enjoy!
Dr. Algernop Krieger didn't complain, he was just happy to have a partner that was a real human being and not some doll or a hologram. He rolled into Cheryl a bit, who had passed out, her neck was a nice shade a purple. He knew their relationship wouldn't last, but he wasn't complaining. To be honest, he was just happy that thanks to her he was able to achieve and maintain an erection that didn't involve homeless bums fighting to the death, and in all honesty, that was good enough for him. He contemplated that thought as he kissed one of the bruises above her collar bone and drifted off to sleep.