You went to the range to NOT see Mitchell, but of course you did anyway.

He had looked at you like he wanted to say something, then he was gone. Not good. You needed time to think things over. You're not sure how well you can think at the shooting range, but you couldn't think of anything else.

Your shooting is REALLY off today. I wonder if Mitchell's was too.

Stop thinking about him!

You lower the gun as the targets disappear. It's probably the worst you've ever done and you're a damn good shot. You shrug and turn around and Gideon is standing there. He startles you and you jump a bit. "Jesus!" you say. "No, just me." Gideon says with his infamous smirk on his face. "Something bothering you?" he asks. "No, I'm just really tired so I can't focus," you try to smile.

"Did you come to shoot? Need to let off some steam?" You ask him. Gideon runs his hand through his hair and sighs. Why does he seem so uneasy? What's going on? "Actually, I needed to talk you to. Walk with me?" he says. "Ok...yeah."

What's this about?

You just follow him, not exactly sure where you're going. You get to a part of the building with a bunch of offices and now you're really worried. Does he know about the kiss? Shit. Gideon stops in front of a door with his name on it and opens it, holding the door open for you. Your brain goes into panic mode thinking of anything you could have possibly done.

"You can sit, princess, and don't look so worried," Gideon says and it makes you feel slightly better...maybe. You sit down and he leans against the desk off to the side of you. You cannot bring yourself to look at him.

"Am I that ugly?" he asks and you can feel him looking at you. "You're not in trouble or anything if that's what you're thinking. I just need to talk to you."

You finally find the courage to look at him and you smile nervously. "Yes, sir?" Gideon looks at you for awhile, not saying a word. You turn your head sideways slightly, questioningly. You find it hard to keep looking at him so your eyes fall to your lap.

"Bollocks...I'm sorry. It's been awhile since I've done something like this." Gideon says, chuckling nervously.

Something like what? Now I'm really scared.

You look up at him, biting your lip. You catch his eyes flicker to your lips and he shifts slightly.

"I know I've treated you horribly since you've been here, but it's not personal. The truth is, I like you. Probably more than I should." He stops for a minute trying to gauge your reaction. "I've seen the way you look at Mitchell and to be honest, I want you to look at me that way."

You shift in the chair which has suddenly become very uncomfortable so you stand up and start pacing. "I wasn't aware that I was looking at Mitchell in a certain way." That's all you can think of to say. You look at Gideon and now it's his turn to feel uncomfortable, his dark blue eyes looking at everything but you.

"Am I that ugly?" You say, mocking his earlier question. Gideon smiles and shakes his head, "Far from it, love." You stop pacing and stand in front of him. "You still haven't asked me anything." He looks down at you, he's not as tall as Mitchell but you're pretty short. You bite your lip again and his breath hitches. "I'm gonna need you to stop doing that or we'll both leave this office a lot less innocent." Your eyes widen and you smirk. "Are you flirting with me, Captain?" Gideon smiles again, "I'd be an idiot if I didn't. I think you should let me take you out at least once and if you don't like it we can still be friends."

He continues talking so you decide. "Yes." You cut him off and he looks at you, "What?" You smile slightly, "I said yes, captain." You can practically see the tension leave his body.

"What about Mitchell?" Gideon asks.

He's...my friend, nothing more, but you should know..." Am I really about to tell him this? "Mitchell and I...we kissed." You look at Gideon, trying to read him. "When?" he asks. "The night we all went to the pub." You can't believe you're telling him this right now.

"Fuck me, that's why he was being so weird." Gideon says quietly. You shrug. "It was only a kiss and he's definitely trying to avoid me now so..." you trail off.

"We're all adults. If and when he's ready to talk, he will." Gideon says bluntly.

"Are you sure you would like to go out with me? I don't want you to feel pressured just because I'm your CO." You roll your eyes. "Gideon, I don't feel pressured, surprised yes, but I want to do this." You start thinking about how Mitchell might react. Gideon must see the concern on your face, "[your name], you don't have to say yes. You could always change you mind." You shake your head. "Gideon...shut up." You say, shocking yourself. He looks at you, eyebrow raised. "Shit. I'm sorry," you say quickly. Gideon laughs quietly, "Don't worry about it."

You stand in front of him and tilt your head. "Is Gideon actually speechless? I can't believe it!" You laugh. "Well, you did tell me to shut up," Gideon says looking at you. "I did, but you don't have to take orders from me, sir. YOU give the orders." You point at him. "If you knew the kind of orders I wanted to give you right now you'd run away." Gideon folds his arms over his chest and you feel yourself blush. "It takes a lot more than a few orders to scare me, no matter how interesting they are."

"If I ordered you to take your clothes off and bend over my desk, would you?" Gideon asks. Your eyes widen and you can no longer stand. You sit down and cross your legs. "You are my CO, I guess I would have to," you answer. Somehow you find the courage to look Gideon right in the eyes. You notice him grip his desk tightly. "Do you like being told what to do?" he asks. "Being in the military, I have to do what I'm told. Doesn't mean I have to like it. Unless, you mean something else...in the bedroom, perhaps?" What the fuck am I doing?

Does this make me a slut?

NO! You only kissed Mitchell and nothing has happened between you and Gideon...yet.

You're single, girl! Have fun!

You realize you've been sitting there thinking and staring into space. Gideon is looking at you. You clear your throat and say, "So when are we going out?"

"I have free time tonight." He ends the statement almost like a question. "Tonight is fine. Do I need to dress up or anything?" you ask him. "You can dress however you want, but don't expect to see me in a bloody suit."

You laugh. "I'll find something nice to wear." You stand up, getting ready to leave. "Wait." Gideon says, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous of Mitchell."

Before you are able to respond he moves closer to you and kisses you. You gasp into his mouth. This is not a gentle kiss like Mitchell's. This was a needy kiss, a kiss full of lust. Your tongues wrestling wildly. You're not even sure you're breathing right now. You grind against him and he moans. He tries to pull his mouth away from yours, but you bite his lip. He whispers "fuck" and you smile against his lips.

Just as he starts to kiss you again you pull away, licking your lips. You both are trying to catch your breath. "That was..well...perfect," Gideon says.

"That was even better than the one in my dream," you say as you open the door. Gideon's eyes widen and he asks, "What dream?" You shrug as you walk out.

The door closes behind you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You are a bad girl... You smile as you walk back to the barracks. You're busy daydreaming as you turn a corner and you run into someone. As you look up to apologize, you get caught in that familiar, deep blue stare. "Sorry." You both say at the same time.