Frustration
Rating – M
Set in around Season 4 after Crocodile Tears
Author's note - Many thanks to Sierra Mike for the poking
Disclaimer - I don't own them but I promise to return the crew to the boat when I've finished.
Frustrated
From his chair on the Bridge, Mike watched Kate through his binoculars.
On the dock, the master shook hands with Kate and the man departed, leaving Kate to fill in some final details on the paperwork.
Mike continued to admire what he saw, practically staring at her as his body took temporary control over his mind, feeling the first stirrings of arousal. He'd always preferred Kate in her whites than her DCPUs. The tailored regular day uniform showed off Kate's enticing curves, with her hips swaying seductively as she walked. His grip on the binoculars tightened as he thought about what was hidden under that uniform. Mike imagined his hands running over those hips, kissing those sensual lips, teasing her nipples.
Kate took that moment to look up at the Bridge and directly at him, and smiled warmly. She must have sensed that he'd been watching.
His pulsed raced, as his blood now ran at full speed directly to a certain appendage.
It was then he realised exactly where he was. He was on the Bridge of his boat. His Bridge. In uniform.
Trying to regain some control down below, he shifted about in the chair, and then crossed his legs and inflicting some pain upon his misbehaving appendage.
He shouldn't be lusting over his Executive Officer no matter how sexy she was, but unable to get the image of Kate riding him to oblivion out of his mind.
Stop it, Michael, that isn't helping, he thought.
Finally, Mike's logical part of brain reasserted itself and he dropped the binoculars onto his chest and let out an irritated sigh. He was frustrated because dreaming of Kate was as close as he could get to the woman he loved with all his heart. Damn the Navy and Maxine for not yet finding a replacement CO. The only thing that worked to clear his mind and deflate that certain bothersome appendage was thinking of Mrs Peddleton, his year 12 English teacher, and perhaps the ugliest woman he'd ever known. He kept repeating her name to himself.
"Sir?" Swain asked, noticing the boss' restlessness. The X was delaying their departure. If she didn't hurry up, she'd be in big trouble. And Chris didn't want to be in the same room when the boss confronted the X.
In the early hours of the next morning, Mike stirred in his bed as again Kate filled his dreams yet again. His hands wondered over his chest and down his abdomen as if they were Kate's subtle fingers roaming all over him. Frissons of pleasure soared through his body as images of Kate flowed into his mind. She was beautiful, sexy, wanton, insatiable, as she teased him with her caresses, with her passionate kisses, with her craving for him and vice versa.
His need for her exploding in instant arousal, waking him, but needing to complete the dream, he reached for the tissues and imagined them coming together as one, making love.
In the ship's office, a frustrated Mike looked through the cabinets. He desperately needed something.
Kate heard the banging from her cabin and followed the noise to the ship's office and leant against the door frame, watching a clearly aggravated Mike, oblivious to her presence; continue to search for whatever he was looking for. God help whatever he was looking for. It would be in serious trouble.
Eventually, she asked, "Sir?"
Mike closed his eyes and his fist clenched. It was getting harder to control his immediate reaction to even her scent or voice.
"Can I help you, sir?" Kate asked politely with a smile.
Mike wanted to scream. Why did she have to say that? Why did she have to look so beautiful? He couldn't possibly say to her, 'Yes, you can help me. Kate come to my cabin now, I want to kiss you all over and make love to you until you scream out my name.'
Kate smiled. Mike looked flustered; his cheeks were a very nice shade of red. "Mike?"
He struggled to regain what little control he had of his body. Mike whispered over and over to himself, "Mrs Peddleton ... Mrs Peddleton ... Mrs Peddleton..."
Kate raised an eyebrow, wondering who Mrs Peddleton is. She'd have to ask him about this woman.
In time, Mike recovered enough to have a normal conversation. "Hmm ... I'm looking for the tissues."
tbc