For: Anonymous

Prompt: Galland/Krupinksi, one night when Galland is inspecting the 502nd

The first thing Galland thought of the night she met Waltrud Krupinski was the note Squadron Leader Rall had sent her earlier that week. It was a simple note regarding the visit, but in retrospect, it seemed more like a warning.

Please excuse Flying Officer Krupinski for her actions during your visit.

Galland was aware that Krupinski was considered a troublemaker and a skirt-chaser, so she waved it off as official politeness towards a superior officer. Rall was well-known for her sensibility, and she may have thought the warning was necessary.

Krupinski was just another brilliant witch with a long history of inappropriate behavior. Galland had met plenty of amazing soldiers who had, unfortunately, not-very-soldier-like quirks, so she considered herself in no position to judge anyone. It was a war, and humanity needed talented soldiers.

But there was something unsettling about the way Krupinski sweet talked her, or the way she always found an excuse to touch her or be alone with her or smile at her or…

Galland was aware that Krupiniski was considered a troublemaker and a skirt-chaser, but she never expected her to be so determined.

"Is there something wrong, ma'am?" Rall asked, looking up from a stack of papers.

Galland shook her head, painfully aware that she had just heaved a heavy sigh. "Nothing. I'm just surprised how much of your budget goes to striker repair," she half-lied. The amount of money going striker parts and tools was worrisome, but her mind was too focused on that tall womanizer.

"Krupinski isn't giving you a hard time, is she?"

"If her reputation's anything to go by, there's no need to ask," Galland responded dryly.

Rall smiled, pity and understanding clear in her expression. "I told her to control herself because of your position, but her definition of 'control' is quite different from mine."

"Her definition?"

"I would say she's stopping short of actual sexual harassment," Rall considered, eyes angled up, finger scratching her cheek. "If her target was anyone else, I would be proud of her."

Galland rubbed a hand over her face. "That's… settling. I take it this has happened before?"

"I've found the victims tend to start to enjoy themselves after a while, but you have no reason to worry. I've already told Flight Sergeant Rossman to make sure she doesn't go too far," Rall informed her matter-of-factly.

Sighing again, Galland glanced at the document in her hands. "It's getting late. I'll work over next year's budget in my room."

Rall nodded and thanked her for her time, before getting up and opening the door for her. "Have a good night, ma'am."

The second the door closed behind her, Galland turned to see a confidant smirk plastered on an admittedly-attractive face. Krupinski was leaning against the wall, clearly enjoying Galland's attention.

"Would you like me to escort you to your room, ma'am? I'd be devastated if you got lost in this huge base."

Examining her face, Galland remained impassive. "Do whatever you will, flying officer," she said, making her way down the well-lit corridor. "I'm sure I'd be unable to stop you regardless."

Krupinski didn't blush or chuckle nervously or look ashamed at all. Rather, her smile widened as she promptly took off after her superior.

They walked in near silence, Krupinski occasionally dropping a charming line as Galland did her best to shrug her off. When they arrived at Galland's room, Krupinski politely opened the door, but when Galland made to dismiss her, she effortlessly bent down and claimed Galland's lips.

The kiss lasted barely a second when Galland pulled away, too shocked to be angry. Krupinski just stood innocently in the doorway.

"Flying Officer, what do you think you're doing?" Galland asked, one hand over her mouth.

"It must be hard to be in your position," Krupinski mused, ignoring Galland's question. "Going from base to base, dealing with those stiff old generals… Sometimes you need to relax."

"And you're offering to help?"

Cracking a grin, Krupinski looked completely shameless. "I'm always offering. No one has to know."

Galland sighed and sat down on her bed, dropping her papers on the small bedside table. "I wonder how many women you've used that line on…" she said plainly, leaning back on her hands and crossing her legs. Krupinski instantly assumed a sheepish expression.

"Well?" Galland asked. "What are you waiting for?"

Nearly an hour later, Galland was zipping up her leather jacket and running a hand through her hair. Glancing to her side, she saw that Krupinski was still reclining on the bed, looking fully satisfied with herself.

"Was it everything you were expecting?" she asked cockily.

"I've had worse," Galland quickly retorted, looking over her shoulder and smirking, oh-so-slightly, at Krupinski. "If it was horrible, I would have had you court martialed."

"Always playing hard to get, I see," Krupinski joked. "Toss me my shirt, will you?" she asked, knowing that staying the night was the easiest way for them to be found out.

Galland threw the article of clothing at Krupinski's face before grabbing the papers from her bedside table. "I hear she's been told to keep an eye on you."

Krupinski laughed as she fixed her field service hat on her head. "She's always trying to keep me in line. Trying, mind you." Tipping her hat a little, she smirked and opened the door. "Sweet dreams, ma'am."

Eyes fixed on the now closed door, Galland ran another hand through her surely messed up hair. She glanced at her bed, sheets in complete disarray, and dropped her body on it. Krupinski had offered her relaxation, but she felt even more on edge now.

Maybe she should visit the 502nd more often.

A/N: Oh, hey, look; I'm still alive! Real life has been a pain this past month, but I should be able to get back on track with the requests now, hopefully.

No matter how hard I try, I can't imagine Krupinski in an actual, committed relationship, at least as long as the war's going on. She's the charming one-night-stand queen, but a loving girlfriend? I just can't see it. Maybe Rossman can sort her out after the Neuroi stop wrecking the planet.

For some reason, Krupinski was really easy for me to write, but Galland was pretty difficult. I wish she had more canon appearances I could use to get a better grasp on her personality, but everyone's got to deal with what we've already got, I suppose. I hope you lot enjoyed this chapter, particularly the anon who requested it.