A/N: Hello, me again. I literally walked in the door a half hour ago, took a shower, and dinner is in the oven as I post this update. I am really really happy with how this one turned out. I seem to be growing a love for Abyssal women.

Anyways, that's the good news, onto the bad. My ship leaves Monday (yes, Monday the 28th) for my trip. I know the first month will be a bag drive, but after that, I should have time to write, especially with two weeks alongside in Hawaii.

On the super off chance that I'll update this again before I leave, it'll be Admiral x Graf Zeppelin for the next one. There's only 37 more girls to do, unless I think of more, or you all suggest more.

Thanks to Killroy122496 for the prompt of this one.

Please enjoy!

Ashore

Tapping a rhythm against his desk, Admiral Dixon had his eyes glued to the clock, watching the final few minutes of the workday tick down.

All the girls had returned from their sorties, with Fosou slightly damaged from Abyssal bombs and Akagi significantly hurt from a double torpedo hit by a lucky submarine.

But his mind was far, far away from work as the clock chimed four and he stood up, making sure not to seem like he was in a rush.

"Night Nagato. Great work today." Andrew said as he walked with his secretary until they split ways, him heading towards his house and her going to the dorms.

However, him heading to his house was a ruse.

Instead, he doubled back towards the battleship dorm and went down the exterior stairs into the basement, ensuring nobody was around to spot him.

He was terribly excited, having not seen the person he was going to for most of the week, and that person was his girlfriend.

No shipgirls ever came down to the basement, as it was used mainly for storage purposes.

"Thank god that most destroyers think there's a monster down here so they keep away…but there kinda is." he thought, chuckling silently to himself, approaching a wooden door that was like all the others.

Knocking in a specific rhythm, he heard the bolt slide, and saw the door open before he was roughly grabbed and dragged inside.

The door slammed shut and darkness surrounded him, as he was pushed up against the door, the sensation that another person was with him both terrifying and exhilarating.

Lips crashed into his, and a tongue entered his mouth, but he didn't skip a beat as he kissed back just as hard.

"You're late Admiral." her voice growled, accentuating his rank and sounding both sexy and slightly annoyed at the same time "You should never keep a lady waiting. It's rather rude."

"My apologies Hestia. I needed to make sure I wasn't followed." Andrew chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating around the room as he smiled against her lips, dragging his hand slowly up her thigh.

He heard her breath hitch as he stopped his advance up her leg and flipped the light on next to the door.

"You know I love it when you wear that. Makes you just all the more beautiful." he stated, looking at her.

"This ol thing? I just threw it on this morning." she replied, gesturing to the simple black dress, thigh high black stockings, black pumps, and the choker around her neck.

Pushing back, they stayed with their bodies pressed against one another until her legs hit the edge of the lavish bed and she fell back on it, dragging him down with her.

Landing on top of Hestia with a thump, she giggled quietly before giving him a languid kiss, one that he had been waiting most of the week for.

"That was well worth the wait I think." Andrew murmured, threading his fingers through her long, silky black hair as she curled herself around him, snuggling into his embrace.

"Tell me how we met again. I love that story." she whispered, smiling contently and closing her eyes as he played with her hair, sighing in relaxation.

"It is a good story…" he trailed off, remembering and smiling about it "Kinda cheesy."

"Shut up and just talk." Hestia admonished, slapping him lightly on the chest.

"Okay, okay. Just because you're being so abusive." Andrew mused, thinking back "It's been nine months now…"

9 months previous

"This is a lot of pressure. I don't know if I can handle it all." Andrew thought, looking out at the sunset over the water as he sat on the beach of the naval base.

He'd only been posted for a week, but it felt like months already, the work draining him each night.

"Maybe I should ask for reassignment. It might be for the best if this gets to be too much, which I totally think it might."

Getting up, he found a stone and chucked it in the water, before walking down the beach towards the repair yards that Akashi ran.

As he approached the dockyards, he noticed someone lying on the beach.

Normally, that would be fine.

Could've been a shipgirl out getting a tan, but there was something odd about this…in the aspect that she was facedown, fully clothed, and covered in seaweed.

Running, over, Andrew flipped the woman over and felt for a pulse, relieved that there was one.

Never one to turn away a person in need, he was about to pick her up when he noticed more about her.

The two horns protruding from her head, and her alabaster skin gave him enough pause to realize that this was an Abyssal of some type.

Having no firsthand experience with Abyssal identity, he had no idea what type it was, but he knew what he was going to do.

Drawing his service weapon from inside his tunic, he held it out, taking aim for the head of the enemy.

A bullet to the head was enough to kill most, even an Abyssal at this range wouldn't be able to survive.

His hand started to tremble and he stood for five minutes, aiming at her and not moving.

"I….I can't do it." he thought, decocking the pistol and putting it back "She's absolutely defenseless. And she may be the enemy, but murder isn't sanctioned. I'll take her prisoner."

Noting the wounds on her body, he knew that there was only one place he could take her where nobody would ask questions.

Kicking open the door to the house he was living in, he slammed it closed and put the woman down on his couch, turning on the overhead light and drawing all the curtains closed.

Thankfully, he had ran into nobody on the way, because explaining would've been…problematic.

"Don't wake up, please don't wake up." Andrew muttered as he opened the first aid kit that he had gotten from the bathroom.

She had some nasty cuts on her arms, and quite a few burns, so he did the best he could patching her up and hoping that some super-duper Abyssal healing abilities would come into play and do the rest of the work.

He also made sure that she had some sort of hydration to her system so she didn't die, but no food until she woke up…which she did two days later.

Andrew was sitting at the desk on the other side of the living room, absentmindedly doing work while watching some Japanese baseball game when he heard his guest start muttering and moving around.

"Ah, you're awake." he said, standing and walking over, holding up his hands when her eyes locked on his "Relax, I won't hurt you."

They stared silently at each other for a few moments before the Abyssal sighed and sat up.

"I guess I've been captured. Fitting." she stated, chuckling humorlessly "Turned on by my own supporters, nearly killed, and now captured by the enemy."

"I do apologize for that. The whole capturing bit. I tried to patch you up as best as I could when I found you a couple of days ago on the beach." Andrew replied, dragging over a chair and sitting across from her.

"Thank you for helping me then Admiral. I guess I'm in your debt." the Abyssal mused, inclining her head slightly "Not too many humans would help an Abyssal Princess."

"I'm not like most people, especially considering the fleet I'm in command of. But please, you need to rest. I'll have something for you to eat when you wake up." he implored, standing and getting another blanket.

The Princess was obviously taken by surprise by his actions.

"You don't want to know why I was betrayed? You're not afraid that I'll kill you in a moment?" she asked with incredulity.

"I'll admit, I am curious, and nervous. But I can hold my questions, and if you had wanted me dead, even in your weakened state, you could've done so in a heartbeat. So just tell me what to call you and go to sleep. We'll worry about other stuff later." Andrew smiled, placing another pillow down to ensure maximum comfort.

"You may refer to me as Hestia. Thank you for your kindness Admiral." she replied sleepily, yawning widely.

"Nice to meet you Hestia, I'm Andrew. We'll talk more later."

Present time

"And you know the rest." Andrew said with a soft smile, kissing the top of her head "Built you a great room down here, snuck you out of my place, and you became fitted equipment on this base."

"And I got the best boyfriend anywhere." Hestia purred, nipping gently at the sensitive skin under his ear.

Grinning widely, he tilted her chin up and placed a tender kiss on her lips but stopped when he heard a single sound.

*click*

Aoba had been wandering around the basement of the dorms, looking for the monster that all the destroyers were talking about.

She had big plans.

Snap a picture of it, run away, put it in the paper, and become a world renown journalist!

Spotting a sliver of light under one of the doors she had past, she crept silently towards it, turning the knob, relieved that it was unlocked.

Peeking inside, she could hardly believe her eyes.

"The Admiral! And an ABYSSAL! KISSING!"

Now this, was what the scoop of the century looked like.

She would be making it really big with a story like this!

Unfortunately for her, the shutter made an ungodly amount of noise as it captured the photo.

*click*

"I forgot to lock the door." Andrew muttered, horrified as he sprang from the bed and sprinted to the door, catching a glimpse at who was out there "AOBA! WAIT!"

But the heavy cruiser didn't stop, she didn't even slow down as he gave chase.

Her mind was filled with dollar signs and publication offers from big name newspapers and magazines.

He gave chase, but the cruiser easily outpaced him and Andrew had the unfortunate luck to slip on a puddle of water from a leaking pipe, sprawling out on the floor.

Groaning in pain, he heard Hestia run up and felt her assist him in returning to his feet.

"I think we may have a small problem." he growled, rubbing the back of his head.

"That's a major understatement. Looks like we're going public." she hissed in anger, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We're going to my place. It's late so nobody will be up, and I'm sure I'll have an angry mob at my door by morning. If we're going to finally let this secret out, we're doing it together." Andrew said, grabbing her hand and leading her away.

"No sleep tonight though, I hope you know." Hestia promised as they exited and made their way through the base.

"Good." Andrew replied, opening the door, before it slammed and all was quiet.

Sure enough, the night remained quiet, but even before sunup, there was commotion on the base.

Girls waking up and prepping for their days took a quick look at the base newspaper, and sure enough, the photo Aoba took was front and center on it.

News spread like wildfire after that to all the others, prompting them to form a mob and march right to the Admiral's house to demand an explanation.

"Ughhh they're here." Andrew groaned as he heard the voices outside, throwing an arm over his eyes.

"Let's do this in an hour at the parade square then. Deal with it in a bit." Hestia mused, her voice heavy with sleep as she feebly pushed him out of bed.

"I'm going woman, I'm going!" he chuckled, grabbing a robe from the coat hook and tying it around him before he walked to, and then opened the front door.

As expected, a large congregation of girls were waiting for him, all in various states of anger and disapproval.

There was some shouting, but he patiently waited and held his hands up signaling for quiet.

"Now, I understand that you're all probably pissed, but I promise there's an explanation for all this, which I'll tell you, in one hour's time on the parade square. Spread it around, because I want everyone present. I'll see you all there." Andrew shouted, watching as the group slowly dispersed, many of them muttering under their breath.

Sighing, he walked back inside and opened his closet, pulling down a white uniform and headed for the shower.

"I bought us an hour, but we'd better get ready." he mused loud enough for Hestia to hear as he turned on the shower.

"Let's conserve water then. Shower twice as fast with two people." she whispered in his ear, wrapping herself around him and pushing her breasts into his bare back.

"Agreed."

An hour later, both were walking to the parade square, Andrew visibly nervous about the confrontation that was coming.

Seeing the number of girls waiting there, he knew that everyone had indeed turned out for this, and all turned to look, silently judging when they heard their footsteps approach.

Stepping onto the small dais in front of them all, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well, I know what you're all here for, and it isn't just because I asked you to be here. You're here about what you saw in this morning's paper."

"Yeah what the hell Admiral?!" Zuikaku burst out, rage contorting her features "Making out with some Abyssal bitch?! You been brainwashed or something?!"

"My mind is my own, and I say that with certainty." Andrew explained, before saying "And I hope that you keep all questions and outbursts to the end. This is a rather lengthy story so I'd rather nobody miss any of it."

And so, he told them all about it.

All about that fateful day when Hestia had washed up on the beach, about their first meeting, about how they grew close, and about how deeply they cared about each other.

"So, as you can see, she was betrayed by her own and washed up here, expecting to die, but I don't work like that." Andrew chuckled, smiling slightly at Hestia, to which she returned "Any questions?"

The assembled girls were silent, but many of them had lost the anger that had been on their faces, and all looked on at him.

"No? Well then, I guess you can resume your duties for the day. Dismissed."

All of them snapped a salute before walking off, talking to one another as Andrew let out a heavy sigh.

"Man, that was rough." he muttered, turning to Hestia "But I need to get to my office. Looks like you'll be staying in my quarters permanently now."

"Great. I'll move my stuff then." Hestia purred, kissing him deeply "Have a good day. I'll be waiting for you."

She sauntered off, putting a little extra sway in her hips because she knew he was watching her.

"I am so lucky to have her." Andrew thought before heading to the office to start the day.

Yes, life was good on the naval base.

Fin