Yes

Eva thought about it and sighed before nodding.

"A simple apology and we all make due our separate ways, is that right?" John merely nodded as well and then sprinted to a random direction causing the former to drop and scatter the files she held a while ago to the mercy of the wind. Winding up in a hallway next to the washrooms, instead of either male or female though they went inside the disabled's.

Locking the door behind them, the Commander simply looked at the lieutenant and grinned as the latter examined the white and pristine tiles and toilet before biting her lower lip nodding.

"Did you watch an Edgar Wright film recently?" There was a chuckle from the person in front of her and waited until the suppressed enjoyment slowed down to a stop, "What's next Commander?"

"What's next is to ask whether or not you'll allow me to show you how sorry I am, Lieutenant."

"I thought I've already given you permission, why else would I be here?" Then the Commander approached her, heads slowly making an impact with their lips seemingly trying to make first contact with each other, but before they do, John spoke up first.

"I'm sorry." And their lips passionately melded with each other, tongues slipping past teeth to mix and mingle in some sort of dance that entertained either parties. The Commander's hand found their way groping the buttocks of the lieutenant when she lifted one up. As if nothing was happening, Eva was busy removing the lower garments of John and in exchange, the Commander had unbuttoned her entire uniform(as her skirt was already sewed on her coat)and easily slipped them off of her sleeves to highlight her beautiful slender arms, large bosoms, and the signature undershirt that was featured in all of the victory posters she was based in.

Slowly Eva pulled away from the kissing at the sound of clothing falling to the floor before pulling down the Commander's knickers, pausing to admire John's...