Post-it Madness
Author's note.
Hi, here we go, but first I want to thank Angelical for the first ten parts of the story. They are all his/hers.
My part starts from part 11.
Enjoy!
Part 1
Stepping into her house, he couldn't help to notice the extreme tidiness Kate possesed. Everything had its distinct place, and nothing seemed to be out of place. Dutchy grinned out loud, knowing that he was going to amuse himself going through her things to find out more about her before actually packing an overnight bag with the items she requested. Kate was someone who was very guarded concerning her private life. Of course they had become friends over the last few months, but she was a sort of an enigma. And that was exactly what had prompted him to offer his assistance when someone needed to go to Kate's house.
The CO had asked Bird to go to Kate's apartment, thinking Kate would be more comfortable with another woman going through her more 'private' belongings. When Dutchy found out he cornered bird in the galley, trying to grab the list Kate had made, and explained that it would be much quicker for him to go with his motorbike. With an easy smile he had explained she still had to prepare dinner for the remaining crew. To emphasise his point he gave her a smile he knew she couldn't resist and without any more thoughts, she handed over the list.
Standing in the hallway of Kate's house he was looking at the first few items on the list. They seemed innocent enough. Nevertheless, when he looked further, and saw items such as tampons, bras and underwear, he felt the heat rise up from his neck to his face. Maybe this hadn't been such a good plan after all.
Carefully, not to trip over the growing pile of post, he made his way to the living room. Arriving there, he realized that it would be polite to put the post on a desk so Kate wouldn't trip over it herself when she came home. When he retraced his steps back to the front door, he noticed the trail of black dirt on her shiny polished floor. "Damn" he muttered. Instead of cleaning it up, he skilfully used his foot to push some of the dirt underneath the carpet. To avoid having to repeat that action more than once, he untied his laces and kicked off his boots.
On his socks he walked back to the living room, with the post tucked in his large hands. He couldn't help himself and quickly scanned through it. Unfortunately most of it was either junk mail or bills. It would have been so much better if there had been postcards he could read to find out what interested Kate. Deciding it was of no interest to him, he dropped all the envelopes on the coffee table and sat down.
Kate's house was stylishly decorated with light colours and matching decorations. In the corner of the living room stood a small desk housing the phone, a note pad and a stack of bright yellow post its. He got up to inspect that part of the room closer and had to laugh. Several post-its were stuck to the surface of the desk and even to the phone reminding Kate of many appointments and plans she had made before she left on patrol. So Kate was a control freak, Dutchy thought. One of the post-its was stuck to a travel brochure of Tahiti, reminding Kate to confirm some of the dates. He quickly browsed through it, thinking how nice it would be to lie on those white sandy beaches with her dressed in nothing more than a skimpy bikini.
He mentally scolded himself, knowing he shouldn't have thoughts like this. She was his superior for god's sake! He couldn't help himself though, he was just a man, not always able to think with the right part of his body. But he loved chasing women, especially those who weren't easily available and Kate was exactly that. A woman, and not available.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those images and made his way into Kate's kitchen. All this thinking had made him thirsty and he needed a cold drink. When he opened the fridge, he saw that he was lucky. Apart from one lonely can of beer, the fridge was empty. Not having to think twice he grabbed the can, popped the cap and took a long swig. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and suddenly stared guiltily at the empty spot in her fridge. Maybe he should warn her that she was out of beer. She wouldn't be happy if she came home to find that one beer gone. He suddenly had this great idea. I'll leave her a post-it on the fridge telling her to buy a new six pack. He thought. He got a tenner from his wallet and stuck it underneath a fridge magnet and another post-it. 'For the beer', it said.
When he had finished his beer and had looked around all of the downstairs he headed upstairs with a holdall in one hand, and Kate's list tightly clutched in the other. The post-its were safely stored in his pockets. Although he felt slightly apprehensive about going through Kate's underwear, it interested him as well. He decided however to leave the best for last and start with toiletries.
Kate's list told him a spare bag for toiletries could be found in a cabinet underneath the sink. He crouched down and reached into the cabinet grabbing the first bag he could find. He opened the zipper and reached into it to find out why it was so heavy. The object he grabbed from inside both shocked and amused him. The shocked part of him accidentally dropped the item on the bathroom floor, where it started buzzing happily. Embarrassed he tried to turn it off. When it didn't, he took out the batteries and he dropped it on the sink before furiously washing his hands. Damn, he thought, Princess Perfect owns a tarzan. And it's huge!
Deciding that she would probably not want him to bring Tarzan along to the Hammersley, he decided to leave it there. He crouched to the floor once again to retrieve the batteries, but couldn't find them anymore. They must've disappeared underneath the cabinet. He got up again, grabbed a post-it and stuck it next to tarzan. 'Batteries need replacing.'
Next on the list were some useful items he quickly found. Shampoos, conditioners and some sort of face cream she seemed to have dozens of. He tried to find the specific one Kate had listed and started looking through all the different ones. Night cream, suncream, after sun cream, moisturizing cream… She didn't need all those creams now did she. Dutchy thought. Finally he found the right moisturizer and dropped it in the bag at his feet.
On a shelf above her sink his attention was caught by a row of fashionable perfume bottles. He opened the first one and crinkled his nose. Too sweet for his taste. He couldn't understand how someone like Kate would wear that. Maybe it had been a gift, he thought. Smiling to himself, he decided to leave a post-it note on her perfume bottles as well. 'Don't care for this one' he scribbled on the first one. The perfume he liked best he also adorned with a note. 'This one smells great. Would love to smell it on you.' Dutchy grinned when he attached the note to the bottle. He was enjoying this, and wondered how Kate was going to react. He assumed she was going to kill him.
He finished packing the things from the bathroom before moving to the bedroom. He gasped slightly when he entered it, as it was extremely feminine, something he hadn't expected Kate to like. He chucked the holdall on her bed and started opening doors and drawers to find what he needed. He blushed a furious shade of red when the drawer he opened was the one she used for storing her underwear. He knew he had planned on leaving that till last, but he couldn't help himself. What he had expected her to wear underneath her uniform, white and decent, couldn't be found anywhere in there. He quickly scanned the drawer underneath, to see if that sort of underwear was there, but it wasn't. All Kate seemed to own, were lacy, slightly see through strings and matching bras. He smiled, adding a new image of Kate to his list. One that wore frilly little underwear underneath her uniform. He started packing some matching sets and found one that particularly amused him. Kate owned string underwear with leopard print. He searched through the rest of the drawer to find its matching bra, but couldn't find it. He decided to leave it, but add a note anyway. 'What the hell were you thinking or drinking when you bought this?'
Dutchy quickly scanned the list again to see what else was needed. Tops and shorts. How boring was that, he thought. Must remember to add something that looks better on her than shorts. He cringed when he remembered that ugly brown dress she had once worn that looked like a bag of potatoes. Quickly he scanned through her dresses and found the offending object. He decided to leave that one on her bed, so she would immediately notice it. 'You need to throw this one out. Hideous! Bought on same day as leopard print undies?' He quickly finished packing the clothes on Kate's list, to give him some more time to snoop around.
There was one place he hadn't really searched yet, the bed stand. He doubted for a moment if he should actually look in there, but he was just too curious and couldn't resist himself. What he found stashed in there, made him choke. A half emptied packet of condoms was pushed somewhere into the back of the drawer. 'Wouldn't mind finishing this packet with you.' He wrote down on another post-it. No, shouldn't use that one – that's too rude.' He tossed the note in the bin and wrote another one. 'I thought you'd have chosen strawberry'. He shook his head. Finding Tarzan had been way over the line, but this was even worse. He quickly pushed the drawer closed and binned the other note as well.
Back downstairs he eyed the Tahiti brochure again. He couldn't resist himself and added a note on it. 'Tahiti is nice this time of year'. He added a small drawing of someone enjoying the sun.
When he pulled the front door shut, he doubted his actions for a moment. What he had done, could escalate easily. It could go horribly wrong and Kate could have his arse for indecent behaviour towards a senior officer, but there was always a possibility that she actually liked being chased by Dutchy.
Back on the ship he quickly handed the bag over to Kate, who was waiting impatiently. "Took you long enough," she scolded. Dutchy just shrugged. "I got distracted." "Distracted how?" She demanded to know. He grinned and easily tried to change the topic. "So you've got a promotion and a holiday to look forward to." He started. "Tahiti looks nice." She looked at him in disbelief. "Were you snooping around my flat?" Dutchy shook his head. "No I wasn't snooping. I can't help it if I am observant" Kate was slightly pissed off. "You WERE snooping." She said with a voice raised in annoyance. "What else did you discover about me?" she demanded to know. Dutchy laughed and started walking away. "Oh - nothing I don't know already."