Commander Lincoln Lee, First Officer
Commander Peter Bishop, Chief Engineer and Third Officer


"Peter, the engineering quarterly report is late again." Lincoln sighed, trying to maintain some authority in the light of Bishop's sly grin. "You could at least pretend to care about procedure."

"What, and deny you the pleasure of coming down here to yell at me?" Peter shrugged, fiddling with a plasma conduit.

"You could delegate someone to write the report. All you have to do is sign it," Lincoln pointed out.

"And you could've sent a message, instead of making the long trip from the Bridge in person." Peter turned toward him, smirking. "Maybe we're both just looking for excuses to get face-to-face. Or face to-"

"Is that safe?" Lincoln interrupted, pointing to the conduit hanging half out of the wall.

Peter frowned at him. "Huh? Yeah. I diverted power from this section to check on the plasma transfer rate."

"Which I would know," Lincoln said with no little satisfaction, "if I had the quarterly report detailing planned improvements in engineering."

Peter snorted, rolling his eyes. "Too minor to be on a report and you know it, so we're back to excuses." He took a step closer. "C'mon, Linc, admit it. You wanted to see me."

Lincoln swallowed hard. Peter was the only one who called him "Linc" in that tone of voice, teasing and seductive at the same time. It also would've been easier to maintain his composure if Peter was wrong. "If I concede to the premise, the reverse is also true."

"Sure, but I'm not the one who needs to play this game every time he wants to get laid." Peter's look turned direct, piercing. "Look, I'll get the report done. But just think about all the time we're wasting with- mmmph!"

Lincoln had been glancing around to make sure no one else was in range before he stepped in, stopping Peter's mouth with a firm kiss. He took a moment to savor the taste of Peter's tongue before stepping back. "Maybe we should set up a signal."

"Yeah. Swing by my quarters after alpha shift and we'll...discuss it." Peter's leer made it clear that discussion would be distinctly secondary to more interesting activities, but as far as Lincoln was concerned, they were on exactly the same page about that.