A/N: Time for some Howe love~

Enjoy~

Cookies and Kisses

The Commander was a sort of anomaly amongst his peers, both in the navy and at HQ.

Namely down to the fact he was many years younger than them; still a teenager, in fact. Elevated to his position due to a combination of tactical skill and an innate connection with Ship-Girls that made it easy to work with them, he served Azur Lane as an inexperienced, but hard-working Commander. While he lacked the combat experience that many of his peers held, his subordinates were more than willing to come to his aid, either to teach him or answer any questions he might've held.

Perhaps because of that he was willing to work harder and for far longer than many, even at the cost of sleep. To both repay the kindness of his subordinates, and to also prove to them that he was serious about his job despite his younger age, often having to reinforce that notion to some of the more dubious Ship-Girls that doubted his ability. Small mercies that most of the fleet, however, trusted him innately.

''Haah...''

The front door of his small bungalow home clicked open, the metal handle slipping from his grip as he meandered on inside, sighing. His other arm was occupied with clutching a folder of documents to his chest, grunting to himself as he adjusted them slightly and locked the door behind him, cursing under his breath when he dropped his keys and had to pick them back up again.

His brief frustration, however, melted away like warm butter the moment he heard a familiar, silky voice.

''Commander~'' Howe happily called from deeper within the house. ''Is that you~?''

''Yeah.'' The Commander called back, hurriedly depositing his keys on the nearest table before making his way into the living room.

His house was a fairly small but cosy place, afforded to him due to his rank. The beige walls were warm in the summer sunshine, the brown carpet was fluffy and the array of simple but sturdy brown furniture was a welcome sight; a large coffee table laid out before a leather couch. He gladly deposited himself upon it, expelling a deep groan of relief as he sunk into the comfortable leather, his folder of files finding itself abandoned on the table.

Barely a minute later he heard a pair of footsteps near, before Howe poked her head over the couch – giggling down at him. The beautiful blonde Battleship seemed all the more radiant in the sunlight, one hand coming up to tuck some hair out of her face. Out of all his subordinates Howe was one of his most loyal supporters, cheering him on and giving him helpful advice at every turn, whilst he helped her work on more tactical situations; the working relationship quickly becoming a friendly one.

''I've made some cookies~'' Howe cheerily informed. ''Want some?''

''Yes please.'' The Commander smiled his thanks.

Chirping an affirmative Howe disappeared back into the kitchen, busying herself for a little over a minute before returning with a plate full of cookies, laying it down upon the table with a soft thunk. Murmuring his thanks the Commander took one, nibbling on one as he withdrew some files and began to work through them, reading reports with a critical eye. Any fatigue that wore at him was pushed down for now, telling himself to get through this stack of reports before he could relax.

Howe eased herself into the seat next to him, quiet and with hands folded on her lap. Then with a soft murmur she took some of his documents and began to help him out, seamlessly sliding into the role as a secretary. Between the two of them they got through some more work, murmured voices trading information and the occasional warm cookie getting munched away on, the equally-warm sunshine pouring in through the side window.

Nearly a full hour passed like that until Howe soon posed a protest.

''I think you should take a break now, Commander.'' The soft-spoken Battleship said. ''You've been working very hard lately; a little break wouldn't do you any harm.''

The Commander shook his head. ''I'm almost done with this; just give me another hour.''

''There's still a stack Commander; it'll be another two hours at least.'' Howe gently said, laying her hand upon his arm.

However the Commander was nothing if not stubborn. ''It's fine, I won't be long.''

Howe sighed, cupping her cheek as she shook her head. ''You don't have to overwork yourself so hard Commander. Just because you're younger doesn't mean you have to impress us.''

The Commander blushed lightly as he was caught out. ''Well, I...''

A finger bopped him on the nose. ''Relax, okay? You deserve a rest.''

He frowned, pushing her finger aside. ''I don't see anyone saying that to the old farts back at HQ.''

''Well, they're different.''

''Because they're older?''

''Because they're more experienced.'' Howe corrected softly. ''They've been doing it for decades; they're used to it.''

The Commander grumbled. He knew Howe was trying to be kind, but he hated how she and the others always insisted he take it easy, but not offer it to his older peers. It was clear that, despite the fact they treated him respectfully, they still saw him as someone not equal to his older peers – someone who still needed to be nurtured and hidden from the more gruelling aspects of the job. And while none of them ever said it, and it could entirely be because of his own self-confidence issues, but he couldn't help but feel as if they saw him more of a younger brother figure, rather than an equal or superior.

A prospect made more likely in his mind when Howe tacked on another little comment. ''You're younger than them; nobody expects you to-''

The Commander reacted. He didn't think, he didn't even consider the ramifications – all he could think of was the frustration of being seen as a little brother rather than a competent commander, and the blonde beauty next to him. Thus without a shred of hesitation he leaned in and kissed Howe on the lips.

''Mm?!'' Predictably the Battleship was startled; squeaking cutely and jerking back. ''C-Commander?!''

The Commander huffed, glaring lightly at her. ''Stop treating me like I'm a child; I'm old enough to fight in a war, old enough to drink and smoke and get laid – I'm not some little brother that needs to be coddled!''

Howe blinked owlishly for a few seconds, akin to a deer caught in the headlights, before his words seemed to get through to her. ''Oh... I-I'm sorry, Commander, I didn't mean it like that.''

He grunted, picking up some of his work. The uncomfortable silence that fell over them quickly weighed on him, his cheeks warming up as the frustration fled and he realised he'd just kissed Howe. A little quick one, more to prove a point than anything else, but the mere memory of the soft lips that briefly touched his own left his lips feeling distinctly tingly.

The Commander jolted out of his thoughts as a hand laid itself on his shoulder. ''I'm really sorry Commander. I didn't mean to denigrate you like that; I just... really want you to relax, you know? I don't like seeing you run yourself ragged for our sakes.''

Her words wore away at his lingering frustrations, and with a sigh the tension in his shoulders left. ''...I see. Sorry for shouting at you, Howe.''

''It's alright.'' The blonde gently smiled, rubbing his back. ''It's my fault for being too heavy-handed, I suppose. I never considered how you would've seen things.''

''A lot of older girls in the past treated me like a little brother.'' The Commander clarified, mostly to soothe her. ''I even joined the navy just to get away from that kind of impression... though, ironically, I guess I walked right into it.''

Howe gave him a sympathetic look. ''I'll pass the message around. I can't promise the other girls will stop treating you like one, but we'll try and keep your feelings about it in mind.''

''I'll bear with it as best I can.'' He smiled his thanks.

Howe gave him a bright smile in reply, the tension between the two fading... until they both, practically in unison, remembered the spontaneous kiss a few moments prior. Nigh-instantly both of them blushed, cheeks reddening and eyes averting from one another, too embarrassed to even look at the other. Until Howe peered over at him, lips curving up at the corners.

''So.'' She sent him a slight, teasing smile. ''Was that your way of proving you were 'mature'?''

He coughed awkwardly. ''Y-Yeah...''

Howe giggled, leaning over and poking him on the cheek, her lithe digit sliding down to his jawline. ''Well, I think that I now know how to get you to stop working~''

Confusion bubbled up within him. ''And, how is that...?''

The blonde answered him by leaning in, her breath tickling him on the chin, and her lips meeting his in a kiss. He froze instantly, mind shutting down as his full attention honed in on the soft lips that pushed against his own. A soft exhale tickled his lips as she leaned back a tiny bit, a smooch fluttering through the air as her lips slid along his, soon popping apart as Howe sat back again, giving him a satisfied smile.

''That's how.'' Howe winked.

The Commander's cheeks burned. He'd never been kissed by a girl, and definitely not like that – his lips still tingling from the feeling of hers sliding over his. Howe's beauty only made the kiss feel that bit more intimate, his gaze drawn back to the Battleship's soft pink lips that were curled up into a light, teasing smile, emphasising her heart-shaped face and and gentle features.

He couldn't resist. With a quiet gulp the Commander leaned in for another kiss and Howe met him halfway, giggling softly against his lips. The kiss was slow but no less intimate, one of her hands coming to rest upon his cheek and dragging out the adoring kiss, practically enchanting him with the mere lip contact. When Howe slipped her other hand down and gracefully peeled the documents from his hand he didn't resist either, letting her toss them onto the table; his full attention on her.

''...Mm...'' Howe exhaled as their lips drifted apart, revealing her rosy cheeks and cute smile. ''See?''

The Commander didn't bother to speak. Instead he kissed her again, closing the mere few inches of distance between them and reigniting the kiss, eliciting a low hum from Howe. Work thoroughly forgotten the Commander shifted his body more towards the Battleship, left hand laying over the hand on his cheek and entwining their fingers. His heart pounded in his chest and he took Howe's other wrist with his free hand, pushing both back and moving his body forwards.

Until soon Howe fell back against the arm of the couch and he ended on top of her, holding her down. Their lips popped apart and both inhaled a quick breath, eyes meeting and embarrassment resurfacing at their position. Yet with a demure smile Howe snaked her hands free from his grips, instead slipping them around his neck and luring him back down, pressing her lips against his. She said nothing, neither telling him to keep going nor to stop. She left it up to him.

''Mmph~'' Howe moaned into his mouth as his right hand grabbed her breast, groping her through her clothes.

Shuddering the Commander shifted, his other hand slipping up and under the fabric of her thick coat and touching her chest, the thin but silky fabric of her bodystocking stopping him from touching her flesh directly, but making it no less erotic in that moment. Whilst he'd always known Howe was busty touching her made that fact more of a reality in his mind, arousal simmering up inside of her him as he tentatively hefted her breasts about, feeling how heavy her tits were and tempting him to squeeze them a little rougher.

''Ah~'' Howe let out another little moan, their sealed lips partially muffling it. ''Mn... Commander...''

Lust shivered up his spine as a dainty hand touched his crotch, tickling up it. Gaze drawn south he looked down, spying Howe's right hand teasingly rubbing his distinctly-bulging crotch, the tight material of his pants making it impossible to hide his erection. The Battleship didn't seem to mind though, her smile gentle as she pinched the zipper between two fingers and peeled it down, the low buzz erotic in the silence.

His cock all but sprung out into her waiting hand, her fingers curling around it and tugging on it. He grunted, drawing her eyes – his embarrassment growing as Howe looked him in the eye as she stroked his cock. Her hand felt so smooth and warm it was impossible to not groan; the sound bubbling up out of his throat as the blonde worked her wrist, each stroke a tiny bit faster than the one before it.

''Does it feel good?'' She asked softly.

''Y-Yeah...'' The Commander breathed out.

Smiling up at him Howe laid her free hand on his chest, pushing him back a little. Hypnotised by the blonde woman the Commander obeyed, cheeks red as he sat back onto the couch, allowing Howe to come sit next to him – her hand still on his cock, as she easily reminded him by rubbing the tip with her thumb. Her fingers gave his cock a little squeeze as she resumed her stroking motions, inevitably coaxing out a tight gasp from his throat as bolts of pleasure ran up his cock, the simple hand-job melting his mind.

Blushing a cute red hue Howe continued her pleasurable hand-job, leaning in and kissing his cheek at the same time – tempting him to tilt his head towards her, connecting their lips and helping muffle his deep, lustful moan, throbbing against her palm. In response Howe squeezed his cock, each of her slim fingers pleasurable around his throbbing length and her thumb coming up to stroke the tip more vigorously, her nail tracing the head gently.

''Ahh... haah...'' The Commander panted heavily. ''Howe...''

''Ssh.'' She smooched him on the lips. ''Let me make you feel good, okay?''

Breathless the Commander could only nod, watching with attentive eyes as Howe shifted back slightly and then laid down on her side, her warm breath tickling his cock – before she lovingly kissed the tip. Just feeling her soft lips touch his cock was a turn-on in and of itself, but it was the subsequent kisses that truly coaxed out a moan from his throat; her lips pursing around the tip and giving it a little suck.

Howe didn't stop using her hand either, bobbing her hand up from the base to near the tip with slow strokes, emphasising each stroke with a suck of the tip. The combined pleasure wilted any words he wanted to say into an incoherent mess of groans and moans, his dick throbbing against her lips and soon tempting the blonde to lavish his cock with wet licks – dragging her saliva-coated tongue over the head of his cock.

''O-Ohh~'' The Commander moaned deeply. ''T-That feels so good...''

Howe's cheeks burned, a soft giggle escaping her lips. The moment the soft sound trickled off she wrapped her lips around the entire tip and gave it another, much stronger suck, sending a bolt of pleasure straight down his hard cock – only amplified when she sped up her jerking hand, beating his meat with quiet smacks of flesh. Her kissable lips slid over the tip between sucks too, her head tilting slightly to the side or pushing deeper, enveloping more of his girth with her mouth.

Then the Battleship shifted her hand lower down his cock, and then slid her lips deeper down – moaning erotically around his cock as she gave him a wet suck. She began to bob her head in earnest, lips sliding up to the tip before she took him back in once more, her movements becoming rhythmic yet no less pleasurable. In a fit of passion the Commander laid his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down a bit, begging for more.

''Mmph~'' Howe obliged; sliding her lips deeper down his pulsating cock. ''Slrp, slrp...''

The Commander openly moaned; unable to quell his lustful voice as Howe gave him his first and best blow-job of his life. The wet lips that slid up his hard girth, the saliva that trickled down it, the hot breath that washed over his shaft and the hand that stroked the base – all of it combined to take his breath away and whittle away at his stamina, making it impossible to hold on for very long at all. Not helped by the soft, erotic moans that bubbled out of Howe's throat.

''H-Howe...'' The Commander gasped, muscles tensing as he tried to hold on for a little longer – to enjoy it more.

But it was all for naught, the pressure in his girth rapidly rising – until it boiled over. ''Hah!''

He blew his load inside Howe's mouth just as she took him into her mouth, unloading thick spurts of cum that splattered across her tongue and cheeks, much of his load going down her throat. Grunting in surprise Howe leaned back up a bit, startled, before demurely she continued stroking him off at a much slower pace – sucking on the tip whilst looking him in the eye, swallowing his cum load.

Screwing his eyes shut the Commander burned the image into his mind, riding out the last of his orgasm until he had no more cum to give. Only then did he relax, going slack back against the couch and panting heavily, a sharp shudder lancing up through him when Howe released his cock from her mouth – hot, panting breaths washing over his wet cock as the blonde caught her breath.

''Hah...'' Howe wiped at her lips and gave him a sweet smile. ''Did that feel good Commander?''

Out of breath he just nodded, not trusting his voice.

Howe's cheeks tinted darker, becoming a rosy shade. ''T-Then... um, would you like to go further? Only if you want to that is-''

''Yes.'' The lust in his voice was evident. He couldn't imagine a scenario when he'd deny the ever-beautiful Howe.

Cheeks darkening at his obvious arousal Howe smiled, slipping off of the couch and rising to her feet. She stood before him for a second, a little hesitant, before with a shy smile she undid her coat – popping one button off after the other, until soon the red jacket spilled open, sliding off of her slack shoulders and landing on the table behind her. Neither minded, his full attention on her as Howe demurely undid her skirt, letting it slide down her legs and fall to the floor.

The blonde beauty stood before him in naught but her full-length bodystocking and underwear, the outlines of her bra and panties easily visible beneath the dark fabric. Yet Howe wasn't done, smiling shyly at him as she pulled her arms out of her bodystocking and pushed it down her torso, having to tug on it to get it over her large breasts and down past her wide hips; revealing her creamy flesh and lacy red bra and panties, her thighs thick and soft-looking.

''Please don't stare so much Commander.'' Howe demurely asked. ''I-It's embarrassing...''

''Sorry...'' The Commander murmured, averted his gaze and letting her pull her bodystocking down and off her feet – incidentally giving him an arousing look down her cleavage in the process.

She caught him staring but didn't bother chastising him a second time, simply giving him a demure smile and sliding down onto his lap, her bodystocking now discarded; leaving her in naught but her underwear. Just seeing so much creamy flesh on display got his cock throbbing for more, something that Howe took note of; cooing softly as she grasped his cock and stroked it tenderly, teasing his sensitive length.

''Here, let's do it like this...'' Howe whispered to him, leaning to the side.

The Battleship eased herself down onto her side, soon laying back against the couch and pulling him on top of her. The Commander didn't resist, one hand landing on the arm of the couch whilst the other went down, grabbing ahold of her panties and tugging them down. Blushing at his boldness Howe helped him along, shifting slightly and pushing them down her thighs bit by bit until she could slip one leg out of them and kick them off the other foot, sending them thumping against the floor somewhere behind him.

Howe then snaked an arm around him, pulling his head down to rest again hers. ''...please be gentle with me, Commander.''

Blushing furiously the Commander only nodded, grabbing his cock and lining himself up with her entrance, the tip sliding along her wet folds. He couldn't quite get it in on the first few tries, the feeling of his cock sliding along her sex arousing nonetheless – until finally he got it right, and pushed inside of Howe.

Tight wet flesh clenched around his cock in an instant, the enveloping heat knocking the air from his lungs and frying his mind – unable to think of anything but the woman beneath him. Groaning out a breath the Commander pushed in deeper, careful not to be too rough as he slid inside; inch after inch becoming swallowed up by her slick insides, stopping only when his pelvis bumped against hers and his cock was fully buried inside of her.

''Ah~'' Howe moaned gently. ''Mm... you feel quite big inside me Commander...''

His cheeks burned at the unintentionally-erotic words. Rather than formulate a reply he leaned down, bringing his lips against Howe's and luring the blonde into a kiss, muffling her sweet moan. She held him down again her, their lips smacking together romantically and enticing him to slide one hand up to her breast, groping her tender flesh before sliding his hand around to the back of her bra, fumbling with it.

Howe noticed him struggling and helped him along, reaching under her back with a cute smile and unlatching her bra, shrugging it off for him. The moment her bra was out of the way the Commander grabbed both of her tits, loving how soft and big they felt in his hands – only encouraging him to grope her more, hefting her heavy tits about and watching them jiggle faintly from the motion.

Hands on his cheeks lured his gaze back up, and he groaned into Howe's mouth as the Battleship sealed their lips together once more. Her thighs rubbed against his hips and he took the hint, slowly rocking his hips back-and-forth, his cock sliding out of her hot sex before eagerly burying itself back up to the hilt inside her velvety tunnel, the addictive clenching of flesh coaxing out a moan from his throat.

''Hah, haah...'' The couch shifted slightly beneath their bodies as he slid into her. ''You feel so hot...''

Howe's cheeks burned. ''Hehe... don't say that, Commander~''

Bashfully he agreed, kissing her again and moving his hips forth with growing eagerness, their flesh starting to slap together. The feeling was equal parts intimate and exciting, his lust skyrocketing in the brief moments their pelvises were flush together. Her thighs wrapped themselves around his waist and pulled him into her more, coaxing out a muffled moan from both of them as his cock pressed against her deepest parts, teasing out another cute sound from Howe's lips.

''Ah, Mn...'' She mewled out. ''Faster, Commander...''

The Commander obeyed. Leaning upright on his arms he focused on moving his hips, pushing past the overwhelming pleasure throbbing up his cock and pistoning it into her folds, feeling her slick flesh part for his intruding cock. Their skin smacked together and partially muffled the wet sounds of him burying up to the hilt inside of her, though failed to mute Howe's hot moans, their lips rejoining and silencing them for her.

Her prior blow-job however had sucked the stamina out of him, his shaft tingling and delightfully sore. Every clench of her inner walls heightening his pleasure and made it hard to think, nothing but the hot flesh that clapped against his own mattered. Their lips found each other's inevitably time and time again, muffling their moans for a few moments before they broke apart with a mutual moan, their lips mashing back together promptly afterwards.

''Mm~!'' Howe ran her hands down his lower back, pulling him down in an attempt to get him inside her faster. ''Yes, that's it... k-keep moving like that...!''

The wispy, almost desperate tone Howe's words took excited him, giving him the energy to keep moving, to keep thrusting. Heat climbed up his cock and he soaked in the sight of Howe as he slammed into her, from her beautiful heart-shaped face that was flushed crimson to the heaving breasts that tempted him to grope them. He watched her stomach tighten up and grow taut, her womanhood smothering his shaft and drawing out a groan from his throat.

Until finally the Commander came undone. ''Mn!''

Heat rushed up his cock, wet flesh clenched down upon it – and he shot thick ropes of cum inside of her. His mind went white and he buried his shaft inside Howe, gasping into her neck and furiously bucking his hips in short, ragged thrusts, each quick jerk unloading another quick spurt of cum into her velvety hole. She squeezed it out of him, a cute whimper teasing his ear as she held onto him, enduring the creampie.

And soon the orgasmic wave of pleasure waned, and his body went slack against hers. Waves of fatigue washed over him, each just as pleasant as the last – numbing his body in the best way possible.

By the time the pleasure waned minutes had passed, and with a slow groan he pulled out of Howe's sex, their mixed fluids seeping out without his cock to plug the hole.

Howe shivered, perhaps liking the sensation. ''Hah... glad that I came and 'distracted' you now, Commander?''

''Definitely.'' He blushed as he said it, smiling slightly. ''Thanks.''

Howe giggled. ''It's fine~ Besides...''

A swing of a leg, and Howe mounted his lap – pushing him against the back of the couch.

''We don't have to stop yet, right?''

Faced with a naked beauty on his lap, the Commander had no other choice than to agree.

And as Howe eased herself down his cock, enveloping him in her slick heat and moaned his name, the Commander readily forgot about his work – the smacking of flesh ringing throughout his home for many hours to come.

[END]