Faithful Affection
'She's damaged again...'
The Commander frowned worriedly, slowly walking down the length of the seawall and towards the docks, spotting the Commission team returning – a long range Commission that had them battling against the Sirens, pushing back an island assault. And it showed how many of the front-liners had torn clothes and an array of minor to moderate wounds, ranging from burns to shrapnel cuts.
His attention however was locked firmly onto the Ship-Girl sailing at the centre of the convoy; Saint Louis. The grey-haired cruiser bore the most wounds out of the entire fleet despite being a Prototype ship, her clothes ripped in various places and her normally-flawless skin marred with an array of cuts and red marks, no doubt from bombers or torpedoes. As he approached the dock her gaze flickered over to his, meeting his eyes for a long few seconds before the edge of the dock cut their stare-off short.
Breathing a sigh he picked up the pace, swiftly reaching the entrance to the docks and descending the stone steps into the hangar-esque building. The small dock area was alight with dim chatter, various sister-ships cheerfully greeting their returned sisters or starting up conversations with their friends; a few greeting him as he walked past. He returned them idly, his attention focused on Saint Louis as the tall woman walked away from the main group, heading out the small side-door instead of heading for the stairs.
''Louis.'' The Commander called out just as she reached the door.
Saint Louis paused, tilting her head towards him in acknowledgement. ''Greetings. The Commission went as you predicted it would, Commander.''
''Is that so...?'' He mused, following after her as she stepped out onto the beach outside the docks. ''Nobody was sunk then?''
''Mercifully not.''
He frowned, gazing at her extensive injuries. ''You're hurt.''
The cruiser glanced down at herself, her eyes visibly trailing over her myriad of wounds, before she gave a small shrug. ''I am the shield that will protect those that you cherish. It is natural I will endure the blows meant for my companions.''
''I cherish you too, you know.'' The Commander replied exasperatedly, making Saint Louis pause mid-step. ''I know you don't like seeing other people get hurt, but don't throw yourself into needless danger either. I'd be terribly upset if you were to sink.''
''...I see...'' The Prototype cruiser dipped her head in a shallow nod, her cheeks gaining a faint but pretty pink hue. ''I will be sure to take it easier then, when the situation permits.''
''That's as good as I'm going to get, isn't it?'' He smiled wryly, earning an affirmative hum from his companion. ''I'll take it, I guess. Let's get you to Vestal then; she'll patch your wounds up quick.''
''The others may go first.''
''I'll drag you there if I have to, Louis.''
''...very well then.''
X-x-X
Weeks passed in what felt like days, time bleeding away in a haze of paperwork, sorties and more mind-numbing paperwork.
The Commander breathed a sigh, his feet tapping quietly against the cobbled stone pathway beneath his shoes, his aching feet carrying him towards his home on the edge of the base. Today has been particularly hectic, alternating between tedious paperwork to rushing around the base to get forms filled by various faction leaders; and due to the fact both Bismarck and Queen Elizabeth had been busy he'd been forced to wait standing for over an hour. Not that it was their fault – they were busy ladies after all – but it was just the icing to his monotonous day.
A groan slipped past his lips as he stretched his arms up and above his head, hearing several pleasing cracks as he worked the kinks from his muscles. Slowly his tired mind began to wander, and it wasn't a surprise to him when it drifted back to one woman in particular. Saint Louis. In the weeks passed she had gotten herself injured multiple times, though mercifully not as badly as before.
However he made his displeasure known, giving her a pointed talking-to about being overprotective. While such a trait wasn't an inherent problem, he wasn't keen on having her act so recklessly; it only increased the risk of her getting sunk. His displeasure was only doubled by the fact she should know better; while some like Javelin and Laffey may look weak, their evasive reflexes allowed them to dodge shells far easier than Saint Louis could. And while Saint Louis could tank more hits, he hated the idea of her getting hurt when it could be avoided.
And so on the days that she got herself injured he ended up taking care of her. Usually her injures were minor enough she could walk it off, but at his stubborn behest she remained in his office; either laying her head down on his lap and resting or helping him out with some very light office work. Enough to keep her busy and make her feel like she was helping him, but not so much that it'd cause her undue stress and worsen her condition. A win-win, and one that had inevitably brought them closer over the preceding weeks.
''Haah...'' The Commander rolled his shoulders, fishing his keys out his pocket and sliding it into the door – unlocking it. ''I'm home~''
From deeper in the house Saint Louis' voice rung out. ''Welcome back, Commander.''
A light smile crossed his lips and he hummed, slipping his jacket off and hanging it up; shutting the door behind him idly. A week or two ago he had complained about having to cook dinner after a long day's work, prompting Saint Louis to offer to cook for him. Curious about her culinary skills he agreed, and since then she always waited for him at home; cooking dinner for him every night. She had gotten so used to it she could accurately guess when he'd be back, ensuring dinner would be ready within ten minutes of him entering the household.
He walked down the narrow hall and into the kitchen, spotting Saint Louis cracking open the oven and eyeing the roasted potatoes within, the pleasant aroma thick in the kitchen. Her hair was tied into a nice ponytail that fell over her right shoulder, keeping it out of the way while cooking and giving her an odd, almost-wifely charm to her. And considering recent events, that seemed all the more fitting.
''Dinner will be ready shortly.'' Saint Louis informed lightly, the oven door clanking shut.
''Mm. Need any help?'' The Commander offered. ''I wouldn't want you to do all the work.''
The cruiser shook her head lightly. ''No, it's alright. It is my duty to make sure you are properly taken care of.''
He sighed exasperatedly but didn't push it, knowing from experience it wouldn't get him anywhere – instead opting to get the table ready.
…
Dinner was a pleasant affair, filled with amicable chatter and idle conversation.
Soon dinner was finished, dishes were washed and the rest of the evening bled away serenely; he watched some random action movie that was on TV while Saint Louis read a book, leaning up against him. The silence was neither stagnant nor intimate, but a perfectly peaceful combination that was born from familiarity.
The Commander breathed a light sigh, buttoning his pyjama shirt up the rest of the way. His bedroom was dimly illuminated by his bedside lamp but little else, a thin trickle of moonlight peering in through the curtains. Sleep had become something of a ritual in the past week or two, largely due to the lady accompanying him. One night of heavy rainfall, an offer to stay with him overnight, and soon Saint Louis was sleeping nightly at his home, in the same bed as him. Even though they weren't dating he couldn't help but relish such times; savouring the warmth of her body as she laid next to him, enjoying the look on her face as she slumbered soundly; and forever memorising the smile she bore when he woke her up first thing in the morning.
A light flush dusted his cheeks and he shook his head, dispelling the thought. ''You nearly ready, Louis?''
For a moment, silence. Then from behind his bedroom door Saint Louis' voice rung out, echoing off the hallway walls. ''Yes... just a few moments.''
The Commander hummed lightly and crossed over to his bed, kneeling onto the soft mattress and sitting atop the covers, awaiting the arrival of his cherished companion. Mercifully he didn't have to wait long; his bedroom door creaking open with curious slowness, before Saint Louis finally stepped inside... wearing a lacy white babydoll nightgown.
Despite himself he couldn't help but stare, stunned at the rather risqué attire clothing the normally-conservative Saint Louis. Two thin, silver-tinted straps looped over her bare shoulders, the white babydoll falling over her ample breasts and down to her waist, a transparent fabric falling a little further down to her mid-thighs; doing little to hide her lacy white panties. Her grey hair had been removed from its over-the-shoulder ponytail, falling neatly down her back instead and framing her heart-shaped face, a pretty blush dusting her cheeks.
''Louis...'' He breathed, stunned and more than a little awed.
Saint Louis blushed, her lithe hands clasping behind her. ''...it doesn't look weird on me, does it...?''
''No, it looks good. Really good.'' The Commander quickly replied, flushing as he shot the words out.
A tentative smile graced her features and she stepped closer, her bare feet quietly patting against his carpet until she stood in front of him, the darkness doing little to dim her blush. ''...I'm glad. I picked this outfit, with the hope of it pleasing you...''
He swallowed, suddenly aware of how close they were. ''...why's that?''
Saint Louis breathed a long sigh, smile unfading as she tenderly cupped his cheeks, running her thumb over his cheek. ''Because I've realised... I love you.''
In what felt like an instant Saint Louis bent down, her pale pink lips meeting his in a sudden, but not unwanted kiss. A shudder ran through him and he groaned, reflexively tilting his head up and kissing her back, intimately feeling every little emotion conveyed through the soft kiss. He raised his right hand and laid it over her left, holding it against his cheek as they dragged the kiss out for as long as possible – until the need to breathe grew too strong, forcing Saint Louis to pull back.
''Haah...'' The Commander sucked in a breath, spending two seconds to breathe before speaking. ''I love you too, Louis-''
He barely got the last syllable out his mouth before Saint Louis kissed him again – this time with even more passion, her happy delight clear in her actions. Wordlessly he groaned and reached out, grasping her hips and tugging her closer; pulling her onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Even though he was focused on the kiss he couldn't help but take note of how soft her skin felt, his hands roaming over her hips aimlessly, his touch slow and curious.
Their lips broke apart for only a second before they were at it again, lips meshing together with growing passion. She released his cheeks and slid her hands down his arms, trailing down until their fingers gently intertwined – and he shuddered with anticipation as she guided his hand around to her ass, the invitation clear. He tentatively took her up on the offer, squeezing her rear and relishing her muffled groan of delight, their lips popping apart.
''Mm... Commander...'' Saint Louis whispered to him, her voice so soft yet ever so loving. ''Let us... make this night, a memorable one...''
Her lips met his again before he could speak, a groan rumbling from his chest when she curled her lithe fingers around his shoulders and squeezed; holding him tight. He kissed her back and groped her ass again, lust slowly bubbling inside him. The moment their lips broke apart he fell back against the bed, pulling her down with him – shivering when she happily kissed him once more, as if addicted to it. The mere thought made his stomach twist pleasantly, a groan rumbling from his throat as he reciprocated.
Saint Louis broke off the deep kiss and flashed him a warm smile, sliding down. Rumbling groans left his lips as she trailed affectionate kisses down his jawline, following the curve of his neck and down to his collarbone, the soft smooching sound her lips made punctuating the air. His hands blindly slid up her back as she crawled further back, his arousal only growing as the Prototype cruiser worked her way down to his chest.
''Mm...'' Saint Louis hummed softly as she kept moving down, unbuttoning his pyjama shirt as she went and kissing down his chest. ''Commander...''
The way she breathily whispered his name sent shivers lancing up his spine, his breathing growing heavier as the scantily-clad cruiser teased him so honestly. Her lithe fingers traced the rim of his pyjama shorts and tentatively hooked inside, a questioning glance shot his way – silently asking if she could continue. Breathless he nodded, his cheeks warming when she gave him a loving smile in return, and pulled his shorts down.
His swelling cock sprung out and nearly bopped her on the nose, instantly making Saint Louis blush an adorable rosy hue. For a moment she simply stared, almost hypnotised by the sight of his slowly-hardening shaft, until she visibly snapped herself out of it – and raised her right hand. A low groan escaped his throat as her fingers curled around his cock, gripping his shaft with uncertain gentleness, as if afraid of squeezing too hard, and slowly she bobbed her wrist; giving his cock a tentative jerk.
''Nn...'' The Commander shuddered at her experimental movement, his cock twitching in her grip.
Saint Louis blushed demurely, glancing up at him. ''Forgive my inexperience, Commander...''
''No... you're doing... good...'' He murmured, shuddering when she gave his cock another slow jerk. ''That's it...''
The cruiser's cheeks darkened but a small smile graced her features, growing more confident in her movements. It became a challenge to speak clearly, his cock thrumming with electrical pleasure as the scantily-clad cruiser bobbed her wrist, his cock swiftly growing to full hardness from her movements. His ample size clearly aroused Louis, her eyes focusing intently on his cock and her thighs rubbing together discreetly, her breathing becoming heavy with arousal.
Suddenly she switched up tactics, her hand sliding down so she was only gripping the bottom half of his cock – before she swiftly leaned in, and kissed the tip. A jolt of pleasure lanced down his cock and he moaned, intimately feeling her soft warm lips against his cock. His pleasure only grew as Saint Louis slowly parted her lips, her hot breath washing over his cock before she took him into her mouth, the hot wetness engulfing the tip of his dick.
''Ah...'' He groaned lowly, sliding a hand down and resting it on Saint Louis' head; dimly stroking her grey hair. ''Louis...''
Saint Louis hummed in wordlessly acknowledgement, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a tender smile as she slid further down, taking even more of him into her mouth. A shudder shot through him as he felt her tongue tease the underside of his cock, slowly wiggling around the base of his shaft and tracing the veins along his length, the erotic sensation extracting more breathless groans from his chest, unable to stay silent with her sucking him off.
Growing more confident Saint Louis went deeper, her eyes fluttering shut as she pushed her head further down – managing to take two-thirds of his cock inside, a quiet slurping sound reaching his ears as she gently bobbed her head up and down his length, leaving his cock glistening with her saliva. His fingers threaded deeper into her hair and he gently tugged her down, silently asking for more – and Saint Louis obliged, humming lovingly as she forced herself to take even more of him inside.
''Mn...'' Saint Louis grunted as the tip hit the back of her throat, nearly triggering her gag reflex.
''Ahh... don't force... yourself...'' The Commander murmured quietly, shuddering when she gave his cock a deliberately strong suck.
Despite his suggestion Louis seemed to take it more as a challenge; bobbing her head faster and sucking his cock with renewed vigour. Her tongue worked overtime to please him; tenderly stroking and teasing the underside of his dick while she blew him, the added stimulation only made better by how her hot breath brushed over his cock whenever she exhaled, the lewd sensations driving him crazy.
His cock twitched as she finally managed to get her lips firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, her hot mouth completely engulfing his shaft. Saint Louis didn't even pause; continuing to blow him with passionate bobs of her head, her rosy cheeks only darkening as she listened to him moan and groan. Even when he unconsciously tightened his hold on her hair Saint Louis didn't slow down, dedicating her complete focus to making him feel good.
''Haah... Louis...'' The Commander groaned, his cock burning with lustful need. ''I... I can't...''
Saint Louis opened her eyes and glanced up at him, her red eyes full of affection. She held his gaze even as his cock throbbed strongly on his tongue, the lewd sensation making her suck him off even more, sliding her lips up and down his length over and over again until-
''H-Haah!'' A burning rush lanced down his cock like fire, a pleasurable pressure forming in his shaft – before he came, unloading ropes of cum right down her throat.
The cruiser moaned in gentle surprise, plunging her head all the way down his cock and drinking his seed without protest, sucking him off until he had no more to give.
Even when his orgasm drew to a stop she didn't pull her lips off; spending a few moments to gently lick and suck his cock clean, before finally popping her lips off.
''Hah...'' Saint Louis' chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. ''Mm... did it feel... good...?''
Breathless the Commander could only nodded, gasping in deep gulps of air – pleasurable sparks teasing his hypersensitive cock. For a long minute the only sound was their heavy panting, both taking a brief minute to catch their breath.
That was until Saint Louis shifted, the bed beneath him depressing as Saint Louis straddled his waist. The Commander blushed as her beauty was laid bare to him, his eyes hungrily roaming over her curvy frame and taking it all in, only now noting she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her babydoll. The cruiser smiled kindly at him and laid her hands on his shoulders, leaning down close – and capturing his lips once more in another slow, tender kiss.
A groan rumbled from his chest and he returned it, his hands briefly returning to her curvy ass and squeezing, eliciting a muted moan from Louis. The erotic sound sent pleasant shivers running through him and he boldly slid his hands further up, tracing the curvy of her hips and up her sides until he found her breasts; giving them a slow grope.
''Mm~'' Saint Louis moaned deeply, her lips pulling back an inch from the kiss. ''M... More...''
The Commander smiled faintly and complied, gently brushing her babydoll aside and allowing him to cup her large tits fully; squeezing them in his hands. His lover moaned in such a soft, erotic voice it was impossible to ignore; prompting him to lean in and resume the slow kiss, devouring her tender moans. One of her hands left his shoulder and went to his cheek, pulling him deeper into the kiss, their lips locked together and he fondled her chest.
A few seconds later they were forced apart with a mutual gasp, sucking in quick gulps of air only to reignite the kiss the moment they could. His fingers relentlessly toyed with her plump chest, sinking into her soft skin and rolling them around with as much roughness as he dared to use; extracting a slew of blissful moans from his companion. His thumbs soon found her nipples and he went after them too, rolling them beneath his thumbs and flicking them about, earning a quivering mewl in response.
''Mm...'' Saint Louis breathed as their lips popped apart, both of them left panting. ''Commander... please, make me yours...''
A blush flushed his cheeks at her honest request, her eyes soft and wanting. He dipped his head in a slight nod and leaned back, pulling her with him until she was laying atop him, and gently rolled them over – leaving her laying beneath him. The cruise blushed at the new position and smiled demurely, her hands finding his and giving them a gentle, almost-nervous squeeze. He smiled at that.
''Relax...'' The Commander whispered, giving her hands a quick squeeze before untangling their fingers.
Saint Louis murmured an affirmative, watching with thinly-veiled anticipation as he slid his hands down to her waist, hooking his fingers into her lacy panties and pulling them down her thighs. She lifted her rear off the bed and wiggled her legs, helping remove her underwear and leaving her womanhood bare for him to see, her folds glistening with a thin sheen of arousal. His gaze only embarrassed her more, her cheeks growing redder and her eyes flickering aside.
Her crimson eyes quickly moved back to him as he grasped his cock, guiding it towards her slick folds and pressing the tip against them – sending a gentle shudder running through both of them. His left hand slid up and found her fingers, intertwining with hers and earning a slight smile from the cruiser, her gaze warm and soft.
''Mm... go ahead...'' Saint Louis murmured tenderly.
The Commander obliged, gently rolling his hips forth. Her folds parted without resistance and his cock slid inside easily, a groan slipping out his throat when her inner walls tightly clamped around his cock. Beneath him Saint Louis let out a soft moan, quivering as he claimed her first time and spread her inner walls apart, electrical pleasure erasing any discomfort she felt in an instant.
His right hand left his cock and came to rest on her hip, holding her steady as he carefully buried more of himself inside; hot pleasure shooting through his sensitive cock as he plunged deeper into the moaning cruiser. Her pussy clenched tight around him but he didn't stop, continually thrusting himself into Louis' slick folds until over half his cock was buried inside her womanhood, her insides squeezing him so wonderfully tight it made it hard to breathe.
''Ahh...'' Saint Louis breathed, her ample chest heaving. ''Faster, my love...''
He blushed and obeyed, daringly rolling his hips faster and pumping his cock into her pussy with quickening thrusts. Saint Louis writhed beneath him, her inner walls clenching and quivering erratically each time his length slid inside her womanhood, his cock quickly becoming coated in her arousal and allowing him to move easier, unafraid of hurting her. Something Louis clearly relished, her erotic moans becoming deeper and throatier.
The gentle slapping of skin began to echo as his pelvis met hers over and over again, his cock finally bottoming out inside her – the wonderful fullness making Saint Louis moan, her back arching off the bed and unintentionally emphasising her plump breasts. His gaze was instinctively drawn to her chest and he acted on his lust, his right hand leaving her hip and instead darting northwards, landing on her right breast and taking a greedy grope.
''Mm~!'' Saint Louis' moan mixed with a breathless gasp, her erotic voice bouncing off his bedroom walls. ''Y... Yes...!''
The Commander shuddered at her lustful moan, her inner walls clamping tight around him at the same time. His hips moved faster on instinct, smacking their pelvises together over and over again as he drilled himself deep into her slick womanhood, his length repeatedly hitting her deepest parts and filling her completely. Her legs snaked around his waist and pulled his pelvis flush against hers, extracting a low groan from his throat as his cock was completely engulfed by her pussy once more, her hot insides melting his mind.
Lust bubbled inside him and he released her soft tit and lithe hand, planting both his hands on either side of her and leaning down. Saint Louis reacted instantly, her hands darting up and snaking around his neck with loving intent, wasting no time in yanking him down into a deep, passionate kiss that did little to muffle their mutual moans – his hips continuing to thrust himself into her quivering pussy even as their lips meshed together, their love and lust melding into a flaming passion.
''Ah... C-Commander... Commander...'' Saint Louis whispered between thrusts, her heaving chest telling of how fast she was breathing. ''More... I want more...''
He grunted and obliged, crashing their lips together once more and pounding himself deep into her slick womanhood – fucking his companion into the bed. Louis' hot moans were muffled by their locked lips but still reached his ears, the erotic sound only encouraging him to move his hips even more, to give her anything she wanted no matter what. And she clearly relished his efforts, her hands blindly roaming over his upper back as he stuffed her pussy to the brim over and over again, her insides quivering around his cock.
His cock throbbed strongly as she tightened around him, briefly knocking the breath from his lungs. For a single second his thrusts slowed, and in the next second he immediately resumed even faster than before – pounding Saint Louis with every ounce of strength he had, eliciting a sharp gasp from his lover followed by a string of deep, trembling moans. The lustful pressure in his cock built and built, swelling into a powerful fire that spread throughout his shaft, his second orgasm growing closer by the second – until he couldn't hold back any longer.
''L-Lou- Nn!''
Saint Louis gasped beneath him as he came, her back arching and an orgasmic moan fleeing her parted lips as she climaxed as well; her inner walls clenching tight around his throbbing cock and accepting every spurt of cum he shot inside her, painting her insides white with his seed.
For a long moment they remained still, locked in place as powerful waves of pleasure shot through them – before in an instant they went slack with a mutual groan, a grunt escaping Saint Louis as he collapsed atop her chest.
Breathlessly she wrapped her arms tight around him and held him close, moaning quietly when he buried his head into the crook of her neck and started kissing her there, the gentle pleasure making her shiver.
''Mm... Commander...'' Saint Louis murmured, holding him close.
''Thank you...''
X-x-X
''Mm... I could stay like this forever...''
The Commander hummed in idle agreement, smiling at the woman resting gently against his side; her head laying against his shoulder. A cool breeze weaved past them, fresh-scented and bearing a hint of the salty sea; the cool wind contrasting the gentle warmth from the bright sun overhead, frequently dipping behind the slow-moving veil of clouds.
Saint Louis shifted slightly, her hair tickling his cheek as the wind lifted it. What remained of their picnic was scattered around them; plastic tubs empty and lingering crumbs swept off onto the grass. Even though their little lunch was finished neither was in a rush to get up, taking the rare opportunity to simply sit and bask in each other's company. Something they had been doing more and more frequently, ever since their 'bonding' a few weeks ago.
The serenity, while pleasant, wasn't the only reason he had brought her up here, however.
Slowly the Commander shifted, his hand dipping inside the pocket of his jacket. ''Hey, Louis...''
''Mm?'' His lover tilted towards him, curiosity glinting in her ruby-red eyes.
With a slight smile he slid his hand over, revealing the small black box held in his hand; a simple flick of his finger popping the lid open, exposing the silver ring held within. Saint Louis' eyes widened at the sight, her gaze swiftly flickering up to his.
''Mind hanging around me for a while longer?'' He asked with an awkward chuckle.
In response Saint Louis slid a hand out, picking the silver ring up and sliding it onto her finger. ''It would be an honour beyond words, Commander...''
Anything else he wished to say was silenced as their lips met, and the full extent of Saint Louis' love was laid bare to him.
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