A/N: Finally got around to another Essex lewd~ More of a fluffy humour one, with a little surprise near the end~

Hope you enjoy~


Intoxication

Months of war would take a toll on anyone. The fighting, the battling, the late-night shifts; it was only natural then for a celebration to be held every so often, usually with a recent victory as an excuse for it.

It gave people time to relax, to dress up or unwind. It brought a sense of change and excitement to an otherwise boring, monotonous, or sometimes harrowing job. Thus the Commander had seen fit to organise one in recent days, hosting it in the grand hall at the far end of the base saved for such celebrations. Celebrations that were already getting lively barely a half an hour after they began.

Pop~

''Cheers~!''

The Commander smiled, watching from across the room as Baltimore – clad in a rare dress – toasted with the other Eagle Union cruisers. The hall was packed full of other ships in various dresses and outfits, some more formal and others more casual. The high ceiling of the building kept the atmosphere relatively cool despite the mass of bodies moving throughout it, twin rows of tables on either side of the room laden with food and wine, some of which was already in the process of being gobbled up.

He himself had slipped into a more formal, but still comfortable blue uniform, meandering around the room and chatting with various Ship-Girls. He listened to Enterprise talk about some recent battles, watched Zuikaku try and fail to sneak up on Enterprise until Shoukaku exasperatedly exposed her before she could cause a scene, and listened to Hood happily talk about getting Cygnet in a bunny suit at last, amongst many other conversations.

Approaching one of the tables of food the Commander looked over it, eventually picking up some cocktail sausage rolls. As he loaded a couple onto his plate he caught movement to his left, a smile gracing his lips as he laid eyes on Shangri-La. She noticed him at the same time, a bright smile lighting up her expression.

''Ah, Commander!'' The carrier warmly greeted. ''Are you doing well tonight?''

''Mm.'' He hummed an agreement, shifting past a few people to get within speaking range. ''How are you doing?''

''Good. The food tonight is lovely, don't you think?'' Shangri-La smiled, glancing to the left. ''Come on, speak up Essex.''

The name made the Commander look over to the right, spotting a figure he had initially missed due to someone blocking his view – Essex. The blue-haired carrier was blushing lightly but a casual sort of smile lit up her face, a black dress cladding her curvaceous frame. It was on the more simpler side, though the straps that went over her bust was more revealing than the sort of clothing that Essex usually wore, and highlighted her surprisingly ample bust perfectly.

''G-Good evening, Commander.'' The carrier coughed into her hand lightly, her smile unfading. ''What do you think of my outfit~?''

He swore there was almost a flirtatious undertone to her voice, but he overlooked it as Essex just trying to act more confident. ''Good. It's nice to see you trying out different styles of clothes.''

The carrier pouted at him. ''What, are my normal clothes not good enough?''

''They're fine. Just mean it's good to see you... y'know, let your hair down a bit.'' He chuckled lightly.

Shangri-La looked between them, amused as she spoke. ''Yes. It's not often I can convince you to wear something more... bold, Essex. Especially party dresses.''

''Well I mean I don't go to a lot of parties, do I?''

''Because anytime a party comes up you try and weasel your way out of it.'' Shangri-La dryly commented.

At that Essex only blushed, mumbling something petulant behind her wine glass - downing the light beige contents with a gulp.

The Commander chuckled at the byplay between them. ''Yes well, either way you look lovely. Maybe I could have a dance later?''

Essex's cheeks burned, her face rapidly taking on a darker hue. ''A-Ah, yes, that'd be... um, nice. Really nice.''

He smiled, petting her on the shoulder. ''See you then, then. I'll just be around talking with people.''

''R-Right.'' Essex nodded, hiding her mouth behind her glass.

Smiling the Commander bid Shangri-La a goodbye as well, departing onto the next number of girls he had yet to greet.

X-x-X

Several long hours passed.

With every hour people began to leave, some retiring after a long day, and others returning because they'd consumed too much to eat and drink. Those that didn't leave, however, continued to indulge in the food and drink... in particular the alcohol. And as more and more people departed it left more alcohol for the dwindling number of party-goers to enjoy.

Which eventually led to the current situation of Hornet downing several bottles of hard vodka one after the other, the Eagle Union's Battleships all behind her shouting 'chug!' repeatedly, whilst across a table sat Kaga doing the same thing with the Sakura Empire Battleships cheering her on too. Those not spectating the drinking game were dotted around the room, either polishing off food from the metal plates or drinking by themselves or in quieter groups.

Or in the case of Yamashiro laid sprawled across the floor, dizzy-eyed and mumbling senselessly to herself.

The Commander stood by one of the tables, idly glancing back at the drinking game as a red-faced Fusou cheered on Kaga, wondering if he should inform her that her klutz of a sister was currently passed on the floor, before shrugging and giving up. Perhaps it was the alcohol pumping through his own veins that muted his concern somewhat, but either way he knew Yamashiro would be okay. Probably.

''Should we stop them?'' He asked, turning his focus onto the tall woman next to him; Enterprise.

The silver-haired woman, clad in a black party dress, looked at him with a hum. ''No... they'll be alright. Hornet's been looking forward to getting drunk since you announced the party.''

The Commander shook his head. ''I still don't understand the fun of getting black-out drunk. All you'll end up getting is a massive hangover.''

Enterprise just smiled in agreement and nodded, before movement made her eyes flicker past him. Her brows raised up into her hairline a moment later, surprise colouring her visage, before she looked back at him and smiled.

He found out why a second later, as an arm wrapped itself around his clumsily. ''C-Commander...!''

The familiar voice made him blink in surprise, glancing down and finding Essex of all people leaning on his arm, her face flushed a distinct red hue and her eyes half-lidded – completely hammered. And thanks to the fact she was leaning forwards he got a rather generous view down her dress, her cleavage made more prominent by how she pushed her arms together.

''Essex...?''

''Thash me!'' She slurred back, wrapping both arms around his left. ''Y-You, Mn, you need to try this... this thing...''

The drunken carrier shoved a half-empty wine bottle into his hand, and with a raised eyebrow at a clearly-amused Enterprise he brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip. It was a spicy sort of wine, a faint wooden taste to it, but otherwise a fairly normal wine.

''Gehehe...'' Essex giggled stupidly, pushing her face into his shoulder. ''Indirect kiss~''

He spared another look at Enterprise. The carrier looked ready to burst out laughing. ''Someone's had a lot to drink.''

''Perhaps a bit too much.'' The Commander agreed, looking down at Essex. ''I'll take you back to your room.''

''No!'' Essex drunkenly protested, shaking her head. ''I can... I can really... Mn, keep... uh... keep going!''

''Clearly not.'' He said, shifting so he had one arm around her. ''Come on. I'll take you home.''

Essex groaned out something too drunk to understand and leaned against him, but didn't protest further when he escorted her towards the door. A few people bid them goodbye but otherwise they reached the double glass doors uninhibited, stepping out into the cold night air. Despite the chill his skin was warm and tingly from the alcohol and excitement of the night, rendering the air pleasantly cool against his skin as he set a path down the stone footpath ahead of them.

''Have fun tonight?'' The Commander asked lightly, glancing at Essex.

''Mm...! Had a... had a lot to eat... and drink...'' She nodded drunkenly, leaning her head against his shoulder a moment later. ''Mn... m-my eyes can't really... see straight though... heh... hehe...''

''I've got you, don't worry.'' He soothed her.

Essex giggled at that, one arm snaking up and around his neck, holding onto him as he guided her back to the dorms. Only a few others were around, some giving them nods or toasts or just ignoring them, too lost in their own conversations to notice. A few stragglers were strewn across the grass outside the main building or were collapsed down in the halls, black-out drunk, but the Commander didn't stop to wake them; trusting the more mature Ship-Girls would go around and get most of them to bed before the sun rose the next morning.

Though if it was anything like last year's party, then at least two people would be found upside-down in a bush or tree.

Eventually they reached Essex's room. When they entered he noticed her sister-ships weren't back yet, the other two beds reserved for Bunker Hill and Shangri-La currently empty. He didn't pay it much mind, simply shutting the door behind him and guiding Essex over to the bed, helping her down onto it.

Only for Essex to grab ahold of his clothes and pull him down with her.

''Woah!'' He caught himself on his hands before they could bang heads. ''Easy there Essex, I almost-''

''Shut up~'' Essex slurred out, grabbing his collar. ''I'm tired of uh... of uh... of you um... y-you know!''

He blinked, baffled. ''I really don't.''

Essex groaned, clearly channelling all three not-drunk brain cells to speak. ''Ahm tired of you not givin' me attent-un... ya always look at 'ther girls but ya ain't ever lookin' at me! And I uh... I... I want you ta do that...!''

She gripped his collar tightly. ''Yer so fuckin' dense that it... it really makes me wanna... wanna... just uh... do stuff to ya... those clothes look really stuffy, ya know...?''

It finally clicked in his mind what Essex was trying to say, colouring his own cheeks a pinkish hue. ''Wait, are you saying...?''

Essex flashed him a drunken grin and grabbed the back of his head, tangling her fingers into his hair and gripping it – before gracelessly she yanked him down, roughly mashing their lips together. It was a wild, messy kiss, their lips sliding against each other's as they tried to join lips properly and adjust to each other's movements at the same time.

They broke apart a second later with a gasp, lips hovering apart – when this time it was the Commander that dove down, kissing her. Essex moaned, deep and wanting, one leg rubbing his thigh and her hands yanking him on top of her. The position got his blood pumping south, and even as embarrassment warmed his cheeks he didn't resist the needy lips that mashed up against his, arousal fuelled by the modest amount of alcohol in he himself.

Once more their lips snapped apart, gasps getting oxygen back into their lungs – when Essex yanked him down again.

And banged their teeth together when their lips met.

''Ah!'' Essex cupped her mouth, moaning. ''Ow...! Ma tooff...!''

The moan of pain, made slurred by the alcohol in her system and muffled by the hand covering her mouth, came off more cute than it did sympathy-inducing.

As such the Commander couldn't quite stifle the chuckle that bubbled up his throat and escaped off his tongue, the light sound quelling Essex's pained moan – transforming it into a silly, drunken giggle, finding a strange amusement in her own goof.

''Ah really like you, Cohmandah...'' Essex slurred, giggling a little. ''So don't go leavin' me yet...''

''Essex...''

''I picked dis dress out just for you, y'know~?'' The carrier slurred out, orange eyes drunk but emotions bared – lust and love shining within them. ''I... uh... I really wanted you to stay longer but ya... had to go off chasin' other girls.''

The Commander shook his head slightly. ''It was only fair I went and talked with everyone else.''

''Not right now you ain't!'' She giggled drunkenly, grasping his jacket and tugging on it, nudging it open as far as the buttons would allow. ''Yer mine fer tonight~''

The Commander couldn't find it in him to disagree, and in the heat of the moment he dove down – claiming her lips in another rough kiss, this time without any teeth-bashing. Essex moaned into the kiss, shivering beneath him when one of his hands slid down and went up; and she moaned throatily when his hand laid itself upon her right breast, groping it through her dress.

Breaking off the kiss the Commander looked down at the carrier, his gaze drifting down to her large chests. Aroused by the sight he slipped his hands around the straps of her dress and groped her bare breast, his fingers sinking into her slightly-firm, but ultimately soft tits, her nipples rubbing against his palms. Essex squirmed from the feeling, open arousal on her face as he touched her so lewdly.

''Ah... don't be 'fraid to... do whatever you want...'' Essex told him, alcohol strong on her breath.

''Whatever I want?'' The Commander repeated her words in a murmur.

Essex just giggled and nodded. In response the Commander dove down and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss, muffling Essex's moan – but nothing was there to muffle her moan when he broke off the kiss and went for her neck, burying his face into it and kissing at her jugular. The carrier moaned and pawed at his chest, clumsily undoing one button at a time, the process made much harder by her borderline inept coordination.

The scent of her perfume was still strong after the long party, the slight lavender scent muted and mixed with her natural scent. The Commander relished it, kissing her neck and running his nose up her neck, inhaling her addictive scent. His hands soon left her breasts, shifting up and yanking at her black collar, snapping it outright and allowing him to yank her dress straps down, leaving her breasts bare.

Essex moaned, a smile on her face as she pulled him back up into a kiss – messily mashing their lips together, releasing a hot little groan into his mouth when he dropped one hand down and grabbed her ass. It felt soft and fitted nicely into his hand, and no matter how roughly he held her she moaned all the same, drunk enough to be sensitive but also drunk enough to not feel much in the way of pain.

Just seeing Essex's bare breasts was enough to turn him on, but feeling her up and touching her all over was becoming too much for him, his pants becoming incredibly tight.

And with her prior words in mind he had no problems leaning back upright, panting and furiously unbuckling his belt, the sharp jingling filling the room. Essex clearly knew what he was doing, gaze drawn to his crotch and with anticipation shining in her eyes, her lips spreading into a slight smile as he shoved his pants down along with his boxers, revealing his rock-hard erection.

The Commander spent only long enough to shove his pants off before climbing on top of Essex, straddling her chest. ''Open wide...''

Essex did so with a giggle, opening her lips enough for him to guide his cock between her lips – and the Commander let out a satisfied moan as the swollen head of his cock slid in past her pinkish lips, passing over her wet tongue and filling her mouth. Her tongue slapped up against the underside of his girth, hot and wet and tugging a groan out of him, his breathing growing heavy as he eased more of his dick into her mouth.

Staring up at him with aroused orange eyes Essex boldly played with his cock, her tongue pressing against the side of his shaft and pushing it to one side of her mouth, bulging her cheek out. Holding the base between his thumb and index finger he guided back into the middle of the mouth, only to shudder with suppressed bliss when she pushed it to the other side of her mouth, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

''Hah, Essex...'' He breathed, throbbing against her tongue.

Finally he got his cock in the middle of her mouth, feeling her hot tongue press against the underside of his cock – and with a groan the Commander slid his cock down her throat. She made a grunt, then a gag, choking lightly on his meat as he pushed it down her throat; intimately aware of the hot throat muscles that pressed down upon the tip of his dick.

''Ohh...'' The Commander groaned, grunting as he laid a hand on her forehead and weaved his fingers into her hair, pumping his dick into her mouth.

''Mlph... Cohmandah...'' Essex slurred around his cock, muffled by the meat in her mouth. ''Sho thick...''

He puffed out a shaky breath. ''You're so hot when you talk like that...''

''Mmph~?'' A groggy sound came from Essex. ''Hard to tahlk though... with dick in ma mouth...''

''You're doing- hah, a good job of it...'' He hissed, his pelvis pressing against her nose as he pushed into her mouth faster, harder.

Essex giggled, the sound partially made choked when his dick went down her throat. Her tongue slapped against his cock, hitting the underside or sides repeatedly, the sensation only amplified the electrical pleasure shooting up his shaft. Saliva dripped down onto his girth and dribbled down it, wetting it and smearing it across her pinkish lips when he pulled it in-and-out of her mouth.

Jiggling movement made him look down though, gazing at Essex's breasts - her tits bouncing slightly as he rocked his hips. Seeing that he glanced up at Essex's lips, before rearing his hips back, taking his dick out of her mouth and leaving strings of saliva hanging between his shaft and her tongue.

''Haah~ Why'd ya shtop...?'' Essex slurred.

The drunk carrier got her answer as he shifted back and straddled her stomach, poking the underside of her breast with his dick. Blushing slightly Essex giggled, shivering when he grabbed her breasts himself and held then, guiding his cock between her hefty breasts. A slow, stiff moan tumbled out of his mouth as he sheathed his twitching cock between her boobs, her flesh soft and hot as he squished it against his meat.

Puffing out a breath the Commander started to thrust. He did it slowly at first, getting used to the motion, but pleasure throbbed up his cock strongly – the mere fact he was fucking Essex's tits getting him off in ways he hadn't thought possible. The friction was only slight yet the novelty was erotic on its own, hastening his thrusts until his pelvis was hitting the underside of her breasts, making them bounce into his hands.

''Haah, haah...!'' He gasped out, heat shooting up his cock. ''Oh shit, Essex-!''

The buzzing heat peaked, and with a gasp the Commander shot his load – spurting thick, milky ropes of cum up her cleavage and hitting her neck with it. An erotic moan escaped Essex but his focus was fully on his orgasm, gasps escaping the Commander as he kept thrusting, spurting more seed up her collarbone or getting it stuck between her breasts, his cum spurting against her boobs and making a mess over his cock.

''O-Ohh...'' The Commander slowed his thrusts before eventually shifting back, panting.

With a slight rock of his hips he pulled his dick out from between her breasts, cum smeared across his cock and twitching in the aftermath of his climax. His gaze slowly trailed up Essex's front, aroused to see her poking between her breasts with a drunken giggle, stirring his cum around with her index finger.

''Mm, Commander came a lot~'' She mewled drunkenly, face scarlet – whether from the intoxication or embarrassment, he didn't know.

Murmuring an idle agreement his gaze ran down Essex's front, noticing how her dress was hiked up slightly, exposing the lacy black panties she was wearing. Wanting a better look he grabbed the edge of her dress and pushed it up, revealing her creamy thighs and flat tummy, her black underwear defined against her fair skin.

''Ah... Commander...'' Essex slid a hand down, toying with the waistband.

He didn't ask; simply grasping the waistband and pulling it down. Essex helpfully lifted her ass off the bed and let him tug her underwear off one ankle, leaving her panties hanging around her left ankle – his gaze going to the wet slit between her legs, her folds puffy and needy. The sight got his cock throbbing with want, a distinct need within his shaft.

They'd gone this far. He had her half-naked on her bed. Why stop now?

The thought circulated through his mind, the alcohol helping fuel the notion – before with a shudder he threw caution to the wind, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her entrance. Essex mewled, running a hand over her pelvis and laying two fingers onto her folds, spreading her pussy open for him, revealing the pink flesh quivering within. The temptation was too much. He laid his left hand on her thigh, steadying her; and with a moan he pushed into her. The head of his cock was engulfed in an instant and the first few inches were squeezed tight as he entered her, intimately aware of the slick, hot flesh that pressed down upon his sensitive length.

Beneath him Essex gasped, back lifting off of the bed and her mouth opening in orgasmic bliss, a throaty moan soon bubbling out of her throat, one brimming with deep, carnal pleasure. The Commander shivered at the erotic sound, his other hand darting up and grabbing a handful of her right breast, sinking his fingers into her tit and hefting her boob about.

''Ahh... Commander...'' A giggle escaped Essex. ''Yer my first, so uh... t-take responsibility, or sumthin'...''

''I will.'' He murmured back, leaning down.

Essex smiled, whatever she was about to say lost as he kissed her – devouring her horny moan and sealing their lips together. Planting his left hand upon the bed he pushed himself in deeper, prying her virginal walls apart inch by inch until he bottomed out inside her, their pelvises pressing together. They stayed like that until they broke apart from the kiss, their joined parts quivering with pleasure.

Then slowly the Commander reared his hips back, scraping her clenching insides with his cock – before plunging back into her. Essex moaned loudly, hands hitting his back and clawing at it, soon sliding her hands along his neck and cupping his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. He didn't mind, making out with the carrier as he pistoned himself into her. Gradually he gained more confidence in the motion, the tip of his cock prodding her innermost parts faster and faster as he bucked his hips with more force. His pelvis clapped against hers with wet smacks of flesh, and another moan quivered up out of his throat as her wet tunnel clenched around him, the feeling borderline addictive; a sentiment Essex clearly shared judging by her hot groan of satisfaction.

''Ah, 'arder!'' Essex slurred out.

The Commander obliged, grunting as he leaned more upright and grabbed her hips with both hands, plunging his meat in between her slick folds and hammering her innermost parts. Essex cried out in pleasure, one hand above her head and pulling at the sheets whilst a second clawed at the sheets next to her, the bed beneath them rocking and bumping the headboard against the wall.

In the heat of their moment neither cared. His fingers dug into her wide hips greedily, his lust only growing by the moment even as he pounded Essex raw, his cock scraping at her tight insides with each and every thrust. Her plump breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts but Essex made no attempt to stop them, simply throwing her head back and moaning for him to hear as he pleased.

''Ah, feels... s-sho hot~!'' Essex gasped out, legs spread wide apart; her toes curling as the underside of his cock scraped against a sensitive spot.

The Commander took notice, and with a lust-filled growl aimed for that spot, pounding Essex like she was the last woman on the planet. He could feel his orgasm rising but was too lost in the motions to focus on it, eyes soaking in her gasping, pleasure-twisted visage or her bouncing breasts, his gaze then going lower and watching his dick disappear between her quivering lower lips, his balls hitting her ass as he bottomed out inside her.

''Oh crap...!'' He felt heat rapidly swell up his cock, faster than he expected. ''Essex, I- hah!''

The tip of his dick pushed against her innermost parts, and he blew his load – shooting thick ropes of cum into her pussy. Essex squealed at the sensation, back lurching up off the bed before she pushed herself back down into the sheets, seizing as she finally orgasmed too; her vaginal walls clamping down upon his cock and squeezing his load out of him, more of his seed pumping into her with each rough, ragged thrust of his hips.

Until he buried himself up to the hilt inside of her, and with a groan came to a dead stop, feeling her wring out the last few drops of his load. ''Ahh...''

Beneath him Essex let out a groggy moan of her own, her breasts heaving with each gasping breath she let out. They stayed like that for what felt like a small eternity, disturbed only when he slowly reared his hips back, pulling out; allowing a thick trickle of cum to seep out of her creampied pussy.

''Ah... hah, Essex...''

''Mlrph...?'' She slurred questioningly.

The Commander gazed up into her warm, half-lidded eyes... and promptly forgot anything that concerned him.

''Roll over and stick your ass up.''

Essex giggled and obeyed, shifting around and wiggling her butt at him – and within the minute he was hitting her from the back, her cries of pleasure muffled by the sheets. They went at it like that until he made her squeal, clutching at the sheets and getting filled with another cum load.

And then they did it again, her legs shaky as he bent her over and pushed her breasts against the glass window – eventually unloading his sticky warmth into her once more.

And then on the floor, her legs folded up and his cock thrusting down into her, soon giving her a fourth creampie.

Over and over they went at it, drunken vigour keeping them going for hours more to come, the night bleeding away to the tune of slapping flesh.

X-x-X

''Ugh...''

Bunker Hill woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, groaning as she rolled over. Warm bed covers were draped haphazardly over her shoulder, not quite enough to cover all of her and allowing a slight draft to sneak in and stir her more awake.

Eventually she gave up on drifting back off to sleep, groaning as she shifted onto her back and then sat up. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes she stared at the unfamiliar room before her... before hearing murmured voices on either side of her, and glanced down. Only to find a naked Hornet with bite marks all over her on her left, and an equally-naked Kaga on her right. A glance down at own naked herself revealed a similar amount of bite marks.

''What happened last night...?'' Bunker Hill blushed to herself, face red as she looked between the two fast-asleep women.

She vaguely remembered drinking a lot, watching Kaga and Hornet argue and getting between them, then saying something that pissed Kaga off and made the fox-woman kiss her – only for Hornet to then kiss her, saying something about one-upping her. The night became blurry after that, devolving into a haze of tongues, teeth, sweaty bodies and rough hands... leading to her current situation.

'Oh my god I had a threesome with these two idiots.' Bunker Hill thought to herself in mortification. 'Shangri-La will never let me hear the end of it.'

Pushing down her embarrassment the nude carrier slipped out of the bed, carefully climbing over Hornet and laying the covers back down over the sleeping duo, trying and failing to not stare at their naked bodies as she did so – making a mental note to talk with them later about it.

Quietly sneaking around the bedroom – Hornet's bedroom, she realised – she bent down and picked up her discarded black underwear and found the tank-top she had worn beneath her dress, throwing that on over her head. No matter how hard she looked though she couldn't find her black dress nor her bra or shoes, leaving her wondering if they were lost somewhere else on the way to Hornet's room.

'I'll find them later.' Bunker Hill told herself, blushing.

Creeping over to the door she popped it open, sparing a look left and right – relief bubbling within her when she realised it was so early that few were up, nobody else standing around. Thus she slipped out into the hall and carefully shut the door shut behind her, crossing the hallway and passing by only three doors until she reached her own, one she shared with Essex and Shangri-La.

Only to push the door open and find a new discovery, her cheeks burning as she saw Essex... in bed with the Commander. With both of them completely naked, the sheets coming up to their chest and no more. With clothing scattered around the room and one of Essex's legs hanging over the edge of the bed, her underwear around her ankle, it was intimately apparent what they did.

'...I think I'll just return to Kaga and Hornet...' Bunker Hill mentally murmured, quietly departing.

Unbeknownst to Bunker Hill however the sound of the door shutting stirred Essex out of her drunken slumber, a slow moan escaping the carrier as her eyes fluttered open. Blinking dumbly she stared at the opposing wall for a moment, and after a prolonged pause she groaned and pushed herself up into a sitting position, the covers sliding down her bare frame and pooling around her waist.

It was only when she felt a cool breeze tickle her chest that she looked down, and saw her own nudity. Then she looked to the side and found the Commander next to her, equally naked.

''Ah...'' Cold sweat ran down Essex's face and she clutched the sheets to her chest, embarrassment quickly colouring her cheeks.

''W... What happened, last night...?''

[END]


A/N: Might it be a hint, might it not? Who knows~ They make a good trio, though~