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Also, don't let today's prompt fool you, it's not getting steamy.

Day 37 - Sex

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Olivier had never before in her entire life wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Never. Until now.

"I really only have myself to blame," her father admitted as he pointed to a yellowing black and white photo of her five-year-old self running around in nothing but one of the ridiculously fluffy skirts her mother had made her wear.

Buccaneer couldn't help but laugh as he took in the page of photographs. "I always thought our first would be a boy, and there were some complications when she was born, so we didn't know if we'd be able to have more," Phillip explained as he turned the page of the album.

Olivier's eyes widened in horror as she spotted the photograph that had captured her tearing her shirt off.

"Armstrong men have always revealed their muscle before a fight—just to make sure their opponents understand who they're tangling with," her mother interrupted.

Buccaneer nodded, remembering all the times Olivier had taken off her jacket before sparring practice or fencing bouts.

"I thought it was adorable at first, my little Livi fulfilling Armstrong tradition so well," Phillip said, a goofy grin hiding behind his mustache.

"But it just isn't proper for a lady to go stripping off her shirt," Augustina admonished.

"Exactly what you told me all those years ago, my dear," he recalled, twisting the end of his mustache as he looked down at the photographs with a fond twinkle in his eyes. "The problem was, she was at that age where she was testing us."

"She never quite grew out of that phase," Augustina remarked, sending her daughter a reproachful look.

Olivier rolled her eyes and turned away as she folded her arms across her chest indifferently.

"The more we discouraged her, the more she did it, and when she started school the teachers found it quite troublesome. And you know children, always trying to one-up each other—"

"I couldn't show my face in public for weeks without having to hear about how other children had taken to stripping during playtime. It was mortifying. I started putting her in dresses, but she didn't care, she'd just take the whole thing off!" Augustina took over for her husband.

"It caused quite a commotion among our friends and acquaintances," Phillip added.

"That's when Uncle Heath stepped in, wasn't it?" Alex asked as he joined them, still in his uniform.

"He didn't know he was helping at first. We'd just found out I was pregnant with Arm-e and when Heath and Laurel come over to celebrate, he was still in uniform. Olivier fell in love with his sword, especially after he showed her a few moves. She pestered him to teach her, and suddenly, we had a solution."

"If she kept her shirt on, she could take lessons from him," Phillip boomed as he flipped to next page.

Buccaneer chuckled as a little sparring sword started showing up in the photographs.

"Then, she started wearing pants. At first, only for practice, and then practically every day," Augustina huffed.

"And now it's not so uncommon anymore, Mother," Olivier shot back. "We've got to head back," she said as she got to her feet.

"Take this with you," Phillip insisted, as he closed the album and shoved it into Buccaneer's hands.

Buccaneer grinned, glad for the chance to get to look through the rest of the photographs. "C'mon," Olivier grunted as she took her coat from the maid who'd scurried up to her.

Alex looked from his mother to Olivier. "I'll walk them out," he offered, practically running ahead of them before Olivier could protest.

Once they got to the porch, he took hold of her arm. "Did they remind you about tomorrow?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Tomorrow night Mother is throwing a surprise party for Fathers birthday. Father heard Allen's father loves archery, so we're going to lunch and then to he archery range at the edge of town. We're planning to be back around nineteen hundred hours," he explained.

Olivier nodded, surprised that no had told her about the party until now.

"I thought Mother sent an invitation months ago. We didn't know how we were going to get him out of the house until last week."

Her confusion cleared as she remembered tossing out the envelope with her mother's writing on it.

Silence fell between them, and Olivier left Buccaneer standing on the porch with her brother.

"You should wear what you got on the way here, it's going to be a big party," Alex told him.

Buccaneer nodded and hurried after Olivier.

As they crossed the street to Laurel's house, she slowed her pace. "I didn't get him anything," she grumbled.

"Huh?" Buccaneer asked, not quite hearing her.

"For his birthday, I didn't get him anything," she repeated.

"Oh," he breathed, understanding why she'd snapped at a man who'd barely nudged her when they'd walked past one another.

"'Oh,' doesn't quite describe it," she said flippantly.

"We could find something tomorrow," he suggested, shifting the album from where it was tucked under his right arm to his left as he opened the gate for her.

Her only response was to open the door and head upstairs to her room. He flipped on the hallway light, pulled the door closed, locked it, and followed her up the stairs.

Pipes moaned as she started the shower. He kicked off his boots, tugged off his jacket, and flopped down in his bed with the album in his hands.

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Olivier sat at the edge of her bed, toweling her hair dry when he knocked on the door frame.

She looked over at Buccaneer and frowned when she saw the photo album in his hands, his thumb tucked between two pages. "Hmm?"

He opened the album as he sat down next to her. "This is the picture that was on your office door, wasn't it?" he asked.

She stared at him for a moment. "Who told you," she growled, quite sure she wouldn't have had to discover the photograph with the help of Robertson's buddies if Buccaneer had seen it then.

"Can't remember," he lied.

She pulled at his mustache. "Do I have to make it an order, Lieutenant?" she hissed, pulling him closer as she tugged harder.

"Someone was talking about it in the mess hall, I wasn't really paying attention," he lied again.

Olivier released him—she'd just have to interrogate Miles when they returned.

"Did you have a point?" she huffed as he rubbed his upper lip.

"Your dad really loves these old photographs of you," he began.

"Unfortunately," she agreed.

"So, if they have this one in here and they sent one," he went on.

"The negatives are still around," she finished for him. "I can get some reprinted and framed."

He grinned.

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A.N. - X3 I thought I'd have to use one of my options to replace this prompt, but it was easy to find a way to work it after some brainstorming and thinking on conversations about her name. Next an excellent birthday party! Thanks for reading.

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