It was just another day at Joint Base Pearl Harbor–Hickam, a military base in the Hawaiian islands jointly operated by both the Eagle Union Navy and the Eagle Union Air Force. A medium-sized crowd had formed up behind crowd control barriers as eight F-22A Raptor stealth fighters of the 19th Fighter Squadron taxied to Hickam's ramp. F-22s at Hickam were not an uncommon sight—after all, both the Air Force and the Air National Guard operated F-22s out of there. What was unusual about this was the fact that there were eight F-22s in the air at the same time.

The Mytai Fighters of the 19th Fighter Squadron had just returned from a three-month deployment to Guam in support of Azur Lane operations against the Sirens in the Pacific. They left Hickam with ten planes; they came back with eight, a 20-percent loss rate. The surviving pilots returned to Hickam with at least five kills—earning the coveted ace status—thanks to an angry desire to avenge their fallen comrades and unusually high numbers of Siren drones in the region that even the aircraft carrier shipgirls struggled with. Only one of their number had made ace twice.

Eight pairs of engines shut down in quick succession as the maintenance crews who didn't deploy chocked the F-22s in place and rolled up boarding ladders. Applause and homemade signs erupted from the crowd as the canopies popped open, camouflage-clad Security Forces airmen trying to keep the crowd at bay. Eventually, they let the barriers open as the pilots of the 19th Fighter Squadron reunited with their families. A 535th Airlift Squadron C-17A Globemaster III transport carrying the non-flying airmen of the 19th Fighter Squadron was set to arrive a little after the Raptors landed.

In the third Raptor, Captain Jack "Ripper" Nguyen removed his helmet and sighed, once again breathing fresh air after nearly six hours of pure oxygen. He rubbed his face and cracked his neck before unbuckling his straps and pulling himself out of the aircraft. Maintenance airmen had already popped the weapons bay open, removing the bomb-shaped cargo pod that held Jack's gear for his three-month business trip to an island in the middle of the Pacific. He removed his bags as one of his wingmen came up to him, his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, Ripper?" Jack reacted to his wingman calling him with his callsign. He had earned that moniker for cutting—ripping—Siren drones apart with his gun after he ran out of short-range dogfight missiles on a prior sortie. He was the only pilot that was an ace twice over in the Pacific Air Forces' area of operations against the Siren threat. And for this, he earned the Air Force Cross.

"Yo."

"You're coming to the heritage room, right?"

"Just for roll call and a toast to the host of those who loved the vastness of the sky."

"Not gonna stay afterwards?"

"Negative." Jack the Ripper shook his head. "I just want some time for myself. Even I don't handle losing wingmen that well."

His wingman nodded. "I understand, Rip."

After the Mytai Fighters changed into more comfortable flight suits, they all headed to the heritage room. The Mayor—the squadron morale officer—read off the names of the 19th's pilots, and they all responded when their names were called. Then came the final two names, and the room fell quiet as they took a moment of silence to remember the two Raptor drivers who fell in battle on their deployment.

"To Snap," the Mayor toasted.

"To Snap," everyone repeated as they took a shot of Jeremiah Weed bourbon in honor of First Lieutenant Elliot "Snap" Pease, killed in action on their first sortie of the deployment after downing one Siren drone.

"To Flint."

"To Flint." The Mytai Fighters downed a second shot for Captain Brian "Flint" Locke, who went down in flames and took three drones with him.

Jack turned to his wingman and whispered his intention to leave. She nodded as the Ripper quietly departed the Mytai Manor heritage room.

Instead of heading straight to his apartment, however, Jack turned away from Hickam and headed north to Pearl Harbor—Navy territory. He was by no means sober after two shots of bourbon, but he was certainly not intoxicated either.

In the harbor sat a haze gray 600-foot battleship with the word "Oklahoma" stenciled on the stern. On board that ship was a platinum blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, leaning over the railing after the roar of fighter jets caught her attention. Oklahoma managed to get a glimpse of two F-22s shooting their approach before they disappeared from view under the roofs of Hickam Air Force Base. She smiled to herself before going back to work on the crucial but mundane task of maintenance.

Oklahoma was busy running reloading drills on her main battery of 14-inch guns when she got a glimpse of a dark figure walking down the boulevard with a bag over the shoulder. She immediately put a halt to her drills and leapt from the conning tower and onto the deck, leaning over the railing and waving.

"Jack!" she called out.

"Okie!"

Jack looked up and waved at Oklahoma some 20 feet above the ground as the two lovers dashed towards the walkway leading up to the Oklahoma. Ripper dropped his bag behind him as they went into a passionate embrace after being separated for more than three months.

"Mwah!" Okie's kiss tore away Jack's normally stoic personality as he relaxed and kissed her back. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you, too, but, uh..."

"Yes, hun?"

"I'm still in uniform, you know." Jack separated from his shipgirl lover for a moment with a gentle smile on his face—a smile that only Oklahoma would receive. "The Air Force isn't too fond of displays of affection in uniform."

The shipgirl beamed at him, her cerulean eyes gazing into his brown eyes as they cupped their hands on each other's face.

"Your hand feels comforting to me," she murmured. "But if the Air Force doesn't like you doing this in uniform, then we should get you out of it."

Jack chuckled as he kissed Oklahoma again. "I like the sound of tha—whoa!" He cried out in surprise as she pulled him by the collar of his flight suit, barely grabbing his bag in time as she dragged him aboard the Oklahoma.

A grin graced Oklahoma's face as she pulled him along the corridors and into her cabin. It had been three months since they had last seen each other and she was adamant on not letting anything or anyone get in their way. With graceful hands, she unzipped Jack's flight suit and firmly but gently yanked his arms from his sleeves. They continued kissing while Oklahoma gently nudged Jack to her bed, his hands running down her back and giving her posterior a playful squeeze as his posterior met her bed.

"Jack," she sighed with a slight tinge of pleasure in her voice.

"Okie…"

Oklahoma pulled the top half of Jack's flight suit down before Jack protested. "Hold on," he spoke. She moved away and gave him enough space so that he could untie his flight boots and kick them and his socks away. "Now you can continue."

She smirked as slid his flight suit off his legs, tossing it unceremoniously onto his boots and leaving him clad in only a coyote brown t-shirt and cotton shorts.

"Do you know how long it's been?" she asked breathily.

"Three months if you—" Jack answered before Oklahoma shoved him onto his back. "—oof!"

"Three months indeed, and it's been far too long for me." She straddled his lap as she French kissed him, holding his head between her hands as their tongues intertwined with each other. "Sometimes...sometimes, I would go out to the airbase and watch F-22s takeoff and land, hoping that you would be among them.

"But you weren't, and my only solace was my own hand." Oklahoma broke away for a moment and gave Jack a playful lick on his cheek. "But now that we're back together...take me, Jack."

Jack sat up and kissed his girlfriend as she grabbed his t-shirt. He raised his arms and let Oklahoma slide it off as he paused before kissing her again.

"Enough, Jack." She pushed him back down and lifted her skirt up as she slowly lowered herself onto his face. "I want you."

Jack understood what she meant as he moved her panties aside and planted his tongue inside her. Oklahoma's soft, gentle scent wafted into his nose as he gently licked her pussy. Her moans gradually drowned out the soft hum of the electric lighting and the air conditioning in her cabin as pleasure built up in her loins.

"Ahh…" she breathed as she pinned down Jack's hands before interlacing her fingers with his. "I love you, Jack."

He mumbled out a muffled "I love you, too" as he kept at licking her from underneath. Her moans of pleasure grew louder the longer he licked until an orgasmic wave washed over her. She rolled off Jack's face, panting as she recovered from her climax.

"I missed that," she murmured as she lay on the bed. "But I'm not quite satisfied yet." Jack also understood what she meant by that as he sat back up and cracked his knuckles, ready for another round of pleasuring his beloved Oklahoma. The blonde giggled as her fighter pilot boyfriend stripped her underwear and skirt off before removing her top.

"Here, let me help you with that," she tittered as she light-heartedly rubbed Jack's erection through his shorts with her brown leather boots. "Did you miss this?"

He grunted in slight pleasure as Oklahoma rubbed his tent. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't."

She giggled again as she took her boots and dragged his shorts down with them. "Pop!"

Oklahoma looked at his cock dreamily as she gently rubbed the sole of her boot against it. "We've been through this before, Okie. There's not much to look at down there."

She halted her quasi-footjob as she looked up at him and smiled. "Whatever you have, I'll always love it because it...is...yours."

Jack's hands balled up into fists as he threw himself on top of her, kissing her passionately yet tenderly as his cock slowly began to go soft without any further stimulation or excitement to keep it up.

"Ah, crap. I'm going soft." He looked down at his five inches of meat that soon turned into four, then three, and finally two.

"Let me fix that," she moaned sultrily as she lifted her leg up and gave his cock a gentle tap with her toe. "Come on, boy, you can do it!"

Jack's raptor sprang back to life with Oklahoma's gentle encouragement, roaring and ready to go. If men's bodies made sounds when they got erect, his would have been a jet engine starting up. The shipgirl stroked his face as he lowered himself down onto her.

"Let's make up for those three months we missed."

"I couldn't agree more, my dear Okie."

Their lips flew against each other as the airman slowly pushed his missile inside Oklahoma. The shipgirl cried out in pleasure, her insides churning around and relaxing to let him penetrate her airspace more intimately. Jack let out a pleasurable grunt as he nudged himself home inside her.

"Mmph…"

"Ahh…"

They remained stationary for a moment, letting the other reacclimate to the feeling of a lover's embrace. Time froze for just a brief moment, enough to let them get lost in each other's eyes.

Then, Jack began his takeoff roll as he gently thrusted his cock inside her. She mewled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him like a sloth hanging from a tree branch in an Amazonian rain forest. To compound on her pleasure, Jack relocated his hand from next to Oklahoma to on her above-average breasts. He gave them a loving squeeze and tweaked her nipples, forcing another moan of pleasure to escape from her.

"J-jack! That feels so good!"

He acknowledged her cries of excitement and pleasure with a gentle kiss on her lips with no tongue. This way, he thought, they could focus more on the pleasure building up between their loins. Oklahoma, however, thought otherwise as her tongue entered Jack's mouth.

"I missed your taste, Jack," she sighed as they broke away for but a moment.

"I counted down the days for this in Guam, Okie," came the reply, barely holding on as Oklahoma's insides squeezed down on his man-stick. His thrusts came in at gentle and steady pace, making both lovers' arousal build up deeper inside.

"Jack!"

"Okie!"

"DON'T STOP! I'M ALMOST THERE!"

"I'm going to cum, Okie!"

"Cum with me, Jack!"

As Jack thrusted faster and rubbed against her pleasure spots, a massive, orgasmic wave of pleasure broke their limit. He shuddered as he let loose his payload and splashed her insides with his seed; Oklahoma cried out in pleasure as she reached climax. Jack parted from her and collapsed onto the bed next to Oklahoma as he leaned down and kissed her once more.

Only in his post-orgasm thought did he realize something was terribly wrong as he sniffed the air. He coughed furiously as he bolted straight up.

"Jack!" Oklahoma cried out in a worry-laced tone.

"I'm—" he spat out before going back into a coughing fit. "I'm fine. It's just that it reeks in here!"

Oklahoma had a rough idea of what Jack meant as she smelled herself. "Oh, that's not very good."

He cleared his throat and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Reunion sex is nice and all, but you've been flying for six hours in tropical conditions and the other person's been doing what looks like manual labor all day, whew, boy!"

He turned up the air conditioning and let the comparatively frigid air blast against him while he was upwind of Oklahoma.

"Well, animals have pheromones that put them in heat, don't they?" she snickered.

"Puh-lease," he chuckled. "I'm not some delusional cookie who gets turned on by body odor, and I'd rather not start now."

Oklahoma sat up and went into her wardrobe. "Well, we should take a shower anyway. I don't like feeling sticky after maintaining my ship." She slid her boots off and put them away neatly before going into her private bathroom.

"Care to join me, flyboy?" she smirked flirtatiously. "We're portside, so you don't have to worry about the indiscretion of hot Hollywood showers."

"Of course I'd join you, Okie. It's an officer's requirement to be clean and presentable, after all."

Oklahoma smiled and winked as she tossed him a fresh towel. "It's a commander's duty."

Jack followed Oklahoma into the bathroom as she turned on the showerhead. As expected, with the Oklahoma connected to Pearl Harbor's water system and her ship's water heaters in working condition, they could enjoy the rarity that was a nice, hot shower.

She sighed in relaxation as the warm water ran down their bodies. "This feels nice."

Jack went around and embraced her from behind. "Even better when it's with the one you love."

"Oh, Jack." She turned her head and kissed him. "How does such a stoic fella like you have such a romantic way with words?"

"You're the only girl I'd ever let my guard down for, Okie." He gave her a little peck on top of her head and kept her in an embrace.

"Heh," she laughed. "You know, I think I could go for another round."

"Round 2, eh?" Jack playfully spanked her stern. "Anything for you, Okie."

Oklahoma turned around and grabbed a handful of cock, slowly bringing it alive as she gave it a gentle squeeze.

"There we go!" she chirped as she turned away from him and bent over. "Now, flyboy, fuck me and get me orgasm number three!"

Jack simply could not help but smile as the adorable cinnamon roll of a girlfriend spread herself. He planted a firm grip on her waist and slowly rammed his cock home inside her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned as his cock seated home inside her. Oklahoma put her arms out against the shower wall for additional stabilization. Jack's cock slid in and out of her, his arms were wrapped around her waist, his face was nuzzling the back of her neck, and his lips planted gentle kisses on her back. As expected, Oklahoma responded to this new stimulation with purrs of affection and arousal.

Two things filled Oklahoma's bathroom: steam from their hot shower and the noises of their love-making in the shower. Jack's hips slapped against Oklahoma's posterior while he held onto her.

"Oh my God, yes, Jack!" she cried out as Jack readjusted his position and launched a sortie against her most pleasurable spots. "More! More!"

With their sexual excitement still high from the earlier pre-shower, post-reunion love-making session, orgasm came much faster. Oklahoma's legs shook as she climaxed, and Jack spurted out his cum. It was not as much as before, but it still flew out nonetheless. She pulled herself off his rod and kissed him under the shower as his seed dripped out from her pussy.

"I love you, Jack," she whispered.

"I love you too, Okie."

Moments later, they finished what they had come to the shower for, stepping out and feeling much more refreshed than they were an hour ago.

"That was sierra-hotel," he sighed as he slung his towel on his shoulders.

"What?" The shipgirl, quite obviously, did not comprehend Air Force slang.

"Shit hot, Okie." He put on fresh civvies and felt like a new man. "Means 'the best,' like bravo-zulu."

Now "bravo-zulu" was something Oklahoma understood, eliciting a gentle giggle from her as she put on a fresh set of clothes. "Aw, that's sweet, Jack! I wuv you!"

"I love you too." He pecked her on the cheek and pulled her in for yet another passionate hug. This hug was not fueled by lust or passion, but by genuine romantic love amplified by reuniting after three months apart.