Disclaimer: Own the Power Rangers? I don't think so.
The whole of the supper was all in all uneventful, the meal was quite good. The conversation stayed on topics of childhoods and growing up. Kat was able to contribute more from her side of the conversation because of her expanded experience. Boom was happy to listen to her talk. Every so often, he found himself getting lost in her lips; he knew she was talking, but couldn't make out the words, because all of his concentration was on watching her mouth move.
Looking up at the waiter when he brought the check, Boom noted that a full two hours had passed in but a brief instant. He took the check and pulled out his wallet.
"Boom, I can't expect you to pay for my meal," chided Kat.
"Sure you can. It's not like I have anything else to spend my money on. Please?"
"I asked you; therefore I should be the one paying."
"And as the gentleman, I should pay."
Grumbling to herself in Felinese (What else would you call a cat language?) she looked at him with a fixed gaze. "Fine, but next time I pay. Deal?"
Handing his card and the check to the waiter, he had a shocked look on his face. "Next time? You mean you would go out with me again?"
"Why Boom, I would be honored to go out with you again. Thank you for asking," she said with a coy smirk. "Though your phrasing had some inverted word sense."
Taking his card back from the waiter as he returned, boom stood up and walked behind Kat's chair. As she stood up, he gently pulled away the chair. "Why, Boom, thank you so much."
"You're welcome. Syd has been drilling me on manners and decorum. Seems Krueger thinks that I may be involved with functions at some point in the future and he wants me to at least know what NOT to do," Boom added with a sad chuckle.
"I'm sure that you will do wonderful in them. I know what he means. In Officer Training, part of the curriculum involves etiquette. You never know when you will be called to be involved in diplomatic endeavors. Plus the various dances you are supposed to go to." Kat added with a sigh.
"Why the sigh? I have seen you dance. You enjoy it," Boom commented as he presented his arm.
"I do love to dance. The problem is that the dances that you go to as an officer, you don't go to dance. You go to socialize with superiors, or be brown-nosed by your juniors… I would love to go to a dance just to dance."
Kat had to slow her stride considerably as Boom slowed, and seemed to be deep in thought. "Jack, Z and the others have talked about having a block party in a couple of weeks as a community outreach project. I am sure that with a little suggestion that there will be suitable music to dance to."
Kat cocked her head and smiled at Boom. "I'd like that, and I would have someone to dance with also."
"Jack and Bridge are both good dancers," commented Boom.
"I meant you, silly," she said, bumping him with her hip.
Boom's face blanched. "N-n-no, not me, you don't want to dance with me. I am horrible at dancing. You think I trip and bumble sometimes in the lab? Then you haven't seen me dance. I was actually banned from dances in high school because they couldn't afford the insurance. Trust me, one hundred percent not pretty."
"Then I will teach you. It's not difficult."
"I don't know, Kat. You could get hurt. I am THAT bad at it."
Kat looked away as they started walking. Boom was sure that he had shot himself in his two left feet. For the first time that evening, there was an uncomfortable quiet.
"You know I have been thinking about making PT mandatory for the technical corp. Between that and Doggie already having you in etiquette classes, I am sure that he would make it an order that you take dance. And the only person qualified to instruct you would be me."
A wave of relief washed over the form that was Boom. "It's that I don't want to learn to dance from you, it's that I can't dance, and don't want to hurt you."
"Boom, that is noble, but I doubt that you would hurt me as I am teaching you to dance. We will have a large flat area, clear of all obstacles. Plus, I am very agile and can get out of your way…" Then she added in a barely audible voice, "If I wanted to."
Boom, who had obviously not heard the last comment sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if you want to take your life into your own hands, then I would be honored to take dancing lessons from you."
Kat literally molded herself to his side. "Good," she purred, "we can start tonight."
She felt certain involuntary physical responses starting to happen. These actions seemed to help lubricate those instinctual urges that she had been trying to suppress all night. Smiling as she looked at Boom, the moonlight caught a slight gleam from her incisor.
"The Zord repair bay should be clear and cleaned. We could practice there. I am sure that we wouldn't be disturbed."
"B-b-but, the Zord repair bay is where a lot of cadets go to…"
"Frolic?"
"Not my choice of words, but that works."
"Think of it this way, if we go in there then they will not. Thereby saving them the embarrassment of being caught out after lights out, also, no one will think it odd of you and me in there."
Boom nodded absently, "That's true. They will think we are doing upgrades or diagnostics. They would never think that we were doing what we were doing."
"That is exactly what I was thinking," commented Kat in a husky whisper into Boom's ear. He was too distracted to see the almost feral gleam in her eye as she moved her arm from his and planted it around his waist, forcing him to place his arm around her lithe torso.