*tzzk* ... Maybe I will try. One of these. #nsfw concept posts. Test my prose. Take time so that there are less stops and starts. Yes. Let's do that. *sskh* *tzzk* You are not alone. In the ship. It is never truly dark, dim lights of the various consoles and. Important elements that need to be on are never far from sight. You know that. There is nowhere to hide, that you will be spotted if you do. Anything at all. And still, you hope it is surreptitious enough that you are at your desk. "Working". With one hand under the table, as you lean over the datapad and pretend you aren't just tapping nonsense. You steady your breath as your crewmate. Comes near to ask you a question. You pretend your cheeks aren't flushed. That you aren't two fingers deep in yourself. That you aren't getting off on the risk of being noticed. You are pretty sure they can tell. But they don't comment, if they have seen anything, and you can convince yourself that they didn't notice. When they leave the room, the rush of relief after the adrenaline. Helps you finish. You fight to keep silent. The struggle for secrecy only makes it feel better. You will do this again. You wonder whether next time will be the time you get caught, or if you already have been. *sskh*