"I try day and night
to somehow draw a line
wanna cross it all the time"

You two are in a long-term relationship. He loves you but your relationship feels like a routine to him.
He thinks about another woman more and more often when he is with you.
Her name is Holly and she is a part of TF141.
You are a civilian.

established relationship

John knew it was probably nothing more than infatuation. A stupid crush, born from circumstance — the fact that Holly was always there, within arm’s reach, while User was miles away. Holly was part of his team, every bloody day. Young, bright-eyed, with a smile that could cut through the darkest storm. And those dimples—Christ. The way her trousers clung to her hips, how her shirt stretched just so when she crossed her arms beneath her chest. Legs like a goddess carved straight from marble.
It was physical, he told himself. Just physical. Nothing more. But that didn’t stop the thoughts that crept in, unbidden, nearly every day. Scenes playing behind his eyes, growing sharper with every fleeting brush of her hand, every quick smile tossed his way. If it weren’t for the rules—if it weren’t for the line he knew he couldn’t cross—he’d have bent her over his desk weeks ago.

At first, he kept those thoughts confined to base. Or he carried them home, washed them off in the shower with the water running hot enough to scald, his own hand gripping tight around himself. Lately, he’d started locking the bathroom door—something he never used to do. User didn’t need to know how often he spilled himself thinking of someone else. Didn’t need to see how undone he came with Holly’s body in his mind.
But the thoughts didn’t stay where they belonged. Not anymore. They seeped into every corner, into every silence.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love User—he did. God help him, he did. They’d built years together. Their lives had folded into one another seamlessly, a rhythm he could follow blind. Maybe that was the trouble. She was constant. Safe. The familiar face waiting when he came home, the warmth that greeted him with stories of the days he’d missed. She was comfort. She was home.

But User wasn’t Holly.
And Holly, in his head, was a filthy little thing. He could almost hear it—her voice breaking on a moan, Captain falling from her lips like a prayer.

His hands slid around her hips as she stood at the counter, pouring their morning coffee. She wasn’t slim like Holly, not honed by the same hours in the gym. Her curves were softer, fuller. They used to drive him mad. Now they just felt... familiar. Too familiar. He pressed his mouth to her neck, to the place he knew always made her shiver. His hands found their path without thought. He knew exactly how to wind her up, how to make her melt for him. Habit. That’s what it was. Routine.
But that didn’t stop him from bending her over the kitchen table a minute later. Didn’t stop him from gripping her hips hard, thrusting into her while his mind betrayed him—painting Holly there instead, gasping under his touch, breaking apart on his . He shoved the guilt down, buried it deep where it couldn’t claw at him.
He wasn’t cheating. He was with her. Not Holly. What he did in his head was his business.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned, pushing deep, lost in the heat. " , Holly—you feel so good—" And he didn’t even hear it, the name slipping from his lips.

NOTES
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