Forty-five minutes later, the cadets had migrated from the kitchen to on MacArthur's bedroom. They sat beside another on her half-made, queen-sized bed, sipping some more of the sangria and digesting the filling meal they had gluttonously devoured.

"S-seriously, MacArthur, you made one of the best lasagnas I've ever had. I'll have n-no problem eating that up for the next day or two."

"I told you. Gran doesn't play around when it came to pasta, and neither do I." MacArthur took a long sip from her third glass of sangria before placing it on the nightstand. "Want me to put your glass down, too?"

"N-no, no, no. Let me fin-finish it." Sanders sloppily chugged down the quarter glass of liquid left in her glass. She noticeably began to sway a bit as she handed MacArthur her empty glass.

"Jesus, Sanders, I forgot how much of a lightweight you are. I should have stopped you after your second glass."

"No, no, no. I-I'm just peachy keen!" Sanders began to giggle and snort, slowly cuddling up to MacArthur's chest.

MacArthur wrapped her arm around her giddy partner. "Aw man, you're freaking wasted. If we were out in public, you'd definitely get written up for public intoxication."

"You know what I-I'd say if they tried?"

"That you're just tired or wobble 'cause you're bowlegged?"

"Noooope! I'd say 'Fuck the police,' and run away so fast they couldn't catch me." Sanders made a "vroom" noise before bursting out in a fit of gleeful giggles.

Though at first in shock at what Sanders had just said, MacArthur soon joined her fit of slurred laughter. "Man, I never thought that stiff collared Sanders has such a rebellious side. Don't freak out, but it's kinda hot when you get like that."

"O-oh, yeah?" Sanders pivoted her body so that she was facing MacArthur while sitting on her lap. After wrapping her hands gently around her neck, Sanders twirled a piece of Macarthur's hair between her fingers.

"Careful, Sanders. You wouldn't want to start something you can't finish." MacArthur nervously chuckled as Sanders left a small trail of kisses along her earlobe.

"Or," Sanders whispered seductively into her ear, "are you scared you won't have what it takes to handle me?"

MacArthur's cheeks grew hot as goose bumps formed against her skin. She couldn't remember the last time Sanders acted so boldly. Feeling a surge of lust overcome her, she clasped her arms around Sanders's slender waist and kissed her. It didn't take long for Sanders to melt into the kiss, running her fingers through her partner's long hair as it commenced. Without warning or breaking their passionate kiss, MacArthur stood up with Sanders still wrapped around her frame and laid her down flat against her mattress. Now on top of her, she firmly fondled Sanders's breasts between her fingers, enticing moans from her lover's throat. As MacArthur moved her mouth upon Sanders's throat, Sanders began to pull up the back of MacArthur's shirt in attempt to remove it.

"Whoa there, babe," said MacArthur. She ceased kissing her fellow cadet's neck to look down at her. She noticed a droplet of sweat on her forehead and a flush of cranberry red across her dark cheeks.

"What? Don't…tell me you're getting…shy on me now." Sanders gave MacArthur a naughty grin in between pants for air.

"Yeah, right. You and I both know being shy is close to impossible for me. I just want to hear you admit something."

"Hm?"

"Say I can handle you, and we can continue fooling around."

A hint of frustration crossed Sanders's face. She was always annoyed when MacArthur put her on the spot like this, especially in this type of circumstance. It always made her feel a tinge of embarrassment. Unfortunately, Sanders knew MacArthur's stubbornness would stand firm and, more importantly, keep Sanders from the moments of pleasure she was so desperately craving.

"Y-You…can handle me," Sanders muttered while looking away from her.

"Sorry, what was that, princess?" MacArthur held her fingers under her chin, forcing Sanders to look into her eyes. MacArthur now owned the naughty grin.

"Y-you can handle me," Sanders repeated louder.

"Whenever I want to?"

"Y-yeah." The redness of Sanders cheeks darkened and grew more distinct.

"And however I want to?"

"Jesus, MacArthur, you're really pushing—" Sanders's complaint was drowned out by MacArthur quickly yet firmly kissing her lips.

"Answer the question, Sanders. Give me a direct answer, and I'll keep it up for you."

"…You can handle me whenever and…however you want to." Sanders let loose a surprised moan when MacArthur began grinding against her just as she finished her answer.

"Heh, that's what I thought you'd say, princess."

MacArthur returned her lips to her partner's mouth, now twirling her tongue against Sanders's. Continuing to fondle Sanders's breasts, MacArthur made her grinding rhythm increase in pace. They soon began to realize their clothes were heating them up quite quickly. Sanders ravenously unbuttoned MacArthur's blouse, unearthing her partner's fairly toned stomach and voluptuous breasts covered by a navy blue bra. She allowed MacArthur to remove her dress straps off her shoulders and pull the fabric down far enough to showcase her black strapless bra.

"Mmm.." MacArthur hummed while kissing the exposed skin of Sanders's chest. Sucking along the hem of the strapless bra, MacArthur unhinged the bra's frontal clasp with one swift motion of her fingers. As the bra upon the bed sheets, Sanders's automatic reaction was to cover herself with her hands.

"Come on, Sanders," MacArthur said while attempting to remove Sanders's arms. "It's not like we've never seen each other naked before."

Sanders looked at the floor before responding. "I know. It's just…this is the first time you paid attention to what we were doing."

"Huh? I always pay attention. I can't keep my eyes off you when we—"

"I mean, you're pacing yourself this time. Usually, you would have pounced on me and given me enough hickeys to hide by now. It's just weird that you're being so gentle…" Sanders stared in MacArthur's eyes with a hint of a smile.

Macarthur rubbed her hand against the back of her neck, a dark blush covering her cheeks. "Yeah, well...I'm just trying to please you as all. Ya know, treat you like a princess a-and all that mushy stuff you like. I-I just want you to be happy with me, ya know?" She practically sputtered the last part of that statement.

Sanders smiled wider at MacArthur's sudden compassion. She removed her hands from her breasts and wrapped them around her curvy partner. Leaving a chaste kiss on her lips, she whispered, "I've never been so happy in my life."

"Really? That's not just the wine talking?"

"Nope. I mean it." Sanders climbed off the bed and stood before MacArthur as she carefully and sensually removed the rest of her clothing. Once completely nude, she sat herself back into MacArthur's lap. "Now, why don't you keep on making me really happy?"

Awestruck by the short striptease she had just received by the one she loved, MacArthur smirked at Sanders's flirtatious suggestion. Leaning forward and pulling Sanders close to her own body, she deeply kissed her lover for a matter of minutes. MacArthur, once again, gently laid Sanders on her back before positioning herself on top of her.

Just before continuing to make love to the naked beauty before her, MacArthur kissed Sanders's ear and seductively whispered on final phrase:

"Anything you say, princess."