"Give me a boost, will you?" Finnara beckoned Jorgan over. They were deep in the prison tunnels on Belsavis. The Major had decided they were going to repair the security cameras in this sector, since their mission had brought them down this far.

Jorgan stepped over to where Finnara was standing near the wall, and dropped to one knee. She held on to his shoulders and carefully pushed up to stand on the step he created. Jorgan was acutely aware of how close she was, and especially her—very fine—ass that was nearly in his face. He closed his eyes briefly, focusing on staying still.

"That's it. I can almost reach now… there." Finnara wobbled, grabbing his shoulder for support. Instinctively, he reached up to steady her, realizing too late that the closest thing to steady was in fact that fine ass of hers. He bit his lip. Focus, man.

Since they had started sleeping together, Jorgan found himself more distracted than ever by his attractive and enigmatic CO. Neither he nor Finnara had spoken about what this new relationship meant, and he knew they were both aware of the numerous regulations they were violating. But being with Finnara felt right. He was more comfortable being close to her than with anyone else, ever. He was certain that he wanted to continue with whatever this was between them.

Jorgan was also certain that the rest of the squad knew exactly where he disappeared at night when he didn't go to his own bunk. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse that they never said a word about it.

Finnara climbed down from her perch on his knee. "I can't quite reach the top of that to turn it back on. Can you try lifting me just for a sec?"

Jorgan stood. "Yup, where do you want me?"

"Er, back to the wall I guess." She moved to stand in front of him as he adjusted his position.

She put her arms up and Jorgan grabbed her waist and lifted her up. She leaned into him as she reached up to hit the switch. "Got it!" As Jorgan let her down, her body slid against his and he suddenly felt hot all over.

As she landed, his arms still on her waist, Jorgan guessed by the blush that crept into her cheeks that he probably wasn't the only one getting distracted.

"Um." She looked up at him, not moving away. Her voice went soft. "Hypothetically, if I ordered you to kiss me right now, would you object?"

He only knew one way to answer that. So he did. Ignoring the voice in his head that was telling him to focus on the mission, he kissed her long and hard, until they both broke away gasping.

"Mmf." Finnara grinned at him. "I'll have to get you up against a wall more often."

Jorgan swallowed hard. "Now that's just unfair." She only laughed, her eyes dancing. She was even more beautiful when she smiled, he thought.

"Come on," she pulled away and started off down the long hallway. "Back to work."

He followed wordlessly, trying to sort out his brain, which was definitely not focused on work anymore.

She turned and threw a wink at him. "Maybe you'll have to boost me again."

No, this was not a distraction that he was going to be able to ignore. He would have to get used to it. And somehow he didn't really mind that idea at all.


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