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Despite the risk of being emotionally vulnerable due to the deduction of the fog most likely convincing you...you felt that you couldn't bottle your emotions in.



"Tension, sir?" she says, looking hesitant.



You turn to face her for the first time since she entered your office.  She's a petite woman with reddish skin and dark brown hair pulled back in a standard military bob.  Her thick lips are pursed in a curious expression and her wide, blue eyes are fixed intently on you.



"Yes, Captain," you whisper softly.



"What do you mean...by tension?" She asked unnerved. You then mirrored her body language of being uncomfortable.



"N-natural tension." You stuttered.



"Wait...why do you have that?" She asked clearly getting the message uncomfortably.



"I'm on the verge of a major breakthrough in discovering the location of the Rebel's base, yet a fog is not allowing me to focus and probably made me forget about certain parts of my past...such as exactly why study them...even my very identity."



There was a voice outside of the door who gasped "He was right." he whispered bitterly, yet he then asked in full thought, "Yet if the influence wants to control him...why wipe his memory when he would regain it anyways?" The voice whispered.



It was clear Captain Brunson couldn't hear the voice at the door. Captain Brunson meanwhile inhales sharply, surprised at your forwardness. You smile slightly embarrassed yet you feel a weight had just been lifted.



"And you...want me to help you?" She asked slightly uncomfortable.



"Yes...will you?" You ask.



She had a thinking expression conflawaynng with self-worth and awkwardness...it took her a long moment to decide.



"Even thought this is awkward...how may I help you?" She asked.



You smile in reassurance as she was the only person who is willing to help you without needing to that you know so far.



You lowered your guard emotionally while your cold mask cracked.



You want to be with her after that...you feel like she is actually a friend.



The fog then creeped back into your mind...obscuring your thoughts. The thoughts that was once could be seen though glass now had fogged up.



The fog had placed the thought in your mind that the only way to be with her was to give in to the desire to make love with her.



In your emotionally vulnerable state you believed it was your own thought, as you deducted.



Your subconsciousness erased the deduction from your conscious mind since it was desperate to finally be with a person who actually cared for you as a friend without needing to.



"You know how..." You said soothly after gluing the cracked mask back together.



The fog watches from your mind in anticipation as you slowly approach her.



"No...I actually don't."



"You know there have been rumors going around the Chimera that Chiss are asexual - this should certainly disprove those."



"Sir, I'm not sure that's entirely appropriate." she says taken aback yet blushing slightly in lust as her eyes grew less vivid.



"I know." you smile in eagerness towards the thought that replaced the previous emotion of disgust.



You reach down, undo the magnetic clasp on your belt buckle, and pulled down your pants, pulling both of your balls and still flat soft tube out in between them.



"Erm...I am flattered...that you like me in that matter...yet...er..." She said clearly faking a protest.



"I know you do too." You observed.



She blushed madly as if she is insane while you very well know you are too.



"You observation never cease to amaze me." She said in awed perplexion.



"Like how he randomly developed a thought out of the blue." A voice sighed outside.



That voice outside could be right...causing you to hesitate for a brief moment.



"Ignore him. He questions to much." The fog sighed.



What do you do?



*[[Have her suck it]]
*[[I wonder if that is really my thought| I don't know about this anymore]]


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