Desire

"Kat, how are the zords coming?" Doggie calls up to Kat.

"Hey, Doggie," Kat calls from inside the massive engine of Sky's SWAT flyer. She has kind of missed getting her hands dirty in the engineering field. Wiping some sweat from her brow she emerges. Her lither torso is clad in a black tank top with SPD on the front. Over her hips hang a pair of coveralls typical of engineering but too hot for the day. "Sky's was the last one, we should be all set to go."

"Excellent," Doggie nods, trying not to let his eyes linger on Kat's form too long. He has marginal success, though, and Kat pressing a cold soda can to the back of her neck isn't helping him at all. The SPD sits over her breasts in just such a way that he really should have a talk with himself about sexual harassment. The black fabric pulls where her tiny waist meets her womanly hips. Forcing himself from his haze of desire he clears his throat. "You've done excellent work on these zords, Kat. You should be very proud of yourself, and them."

"Thank you, sir," Kat lets out a slightly nervous laugh, not expecting such a compliment from the immovable Doggie Cruger.

"Thank you, Kat; you are the reason this base hasn't crumbled to the ground," Doggie notes casually, though there is still a heaviness that doesn't detract from the statement.

"Doggie," Kat shifts, feeling her face heat, and not from the exertion of her work. She looks down, trying to hide her blushing. "Want a drink?"

"Sure," he regrets the answer as soon as Kat bends over to fish one from the cooler. His eyes linger on her backside and he can't quite keep his thoughts straight. "I, um... "

"Did you say something?" Kat asks with a can of his favorite kind of cola in hand.

"I, uh..." Doggie finds his large, blue eyes glued to her form. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I asked if you said anything," Kat smiles, amused and confused by her distracted friend. Deciding it's nothing she stretches and lets her hands slide down her waist to her hips. She's a bit stiff from crawling around the SWAT flyer hood but she'll live. When Doggie growls lowly beside her she frowns. "What's wrong, Doggie?"

"Uh, Kat, are you aware that you are, um, a very...desirable woman?" Doggie raises what he has for eyebrows at her.

"Mm—I'm sorry?" Kat sputters on her lemonade. Her cheeks are unbearably hot, now, while her heart pounds loudly against her chest.

"I'm just saying, you're quite a distracting sight," he admits with a heavy sigh.

"I, uh, I'm sorry," Kat tries in befuddlement.

"Hey, Doctor Manx, I—whoa," one cadet comes rushing up with a chart and whistles when he sees Kat. His eyes go shamelessly to her breasts until Commander Cruger, next to her stands slowly, intimidating, fangs bared. The cadet tries to make up an excuse but just drops the charts and runs.

"See?" Doggie growls, resisting the urge to chase the young man down and chew him out.

"I had no idea," she mutters. Looking up at Doggie she smiles a little, "never took you for the jealous type."

"Like I said, it's your fault," he mutters as he sits again. "You underestimate your own attractiveness, Kat."

"I'll try to keep it in check, sir," she smiles discreetly into her can of lemonade.

"Not possible," he mutters into his can of cola.