My lack of writing the past month has been mostly because of a broken wrist. Good news is I'm the star of hand therapy. Bad news is that in the gloom of being less-than-capable I made some commitments and set some athletic goals that majorly cut into my writing time. Still, here is a little bit of fluff inspired by a conversation with WillyNilly23.
Annie finally had to move some clothes into Auggie's closet. She was tired of living out of a suitcase for her everyday life, and she was staying at his apartment so much that she might as well be paying rent. She felt particularly bad about not paying utilities, since she was sure that turning on the lights raised the electric bill a bit. Not to mention the fact that sharing a shower never actually succeeds at saving water.
Auggie was in the closet with her, figuring out what clothes of his could be put away to make more space. Her eyes lit up when his hand landed on the next hanger.
"I definitely won't be needing this any time soon."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Captain."
Auggie smirked and turned toward Annie.
"Have you worn it in the past three years?" Annie said as she looked over the crisp blue dress uniform.
"I had to pull it out of storage for that trip to Iraq. Didn't end up needing it."
"That is a real shame." Annie said, imagining him in the outfit now hanging in his hands. "You could wear it to the black tie gala next weekend."
"No." Auggie said definitively. "The last thing I want us to stand out more than necessary while you are working your new cover. A blind man in dress uniform among penguin suits would be too much."
Annie stepped forward and pressed against his body, pushing the hanger into his chest. "Then give me a private show, Captain." She said, seductively.
"Isn't that what we do every night?" He asked with the same seductive tone.
"Yeah. But this time I'm interested in the clothes being on."
"That sounds like no fun at all." He pouted.
Annie took the suit from his hands and pulled up the t-shirt he was wearing, revealing his chest. "Oh, I'm sure we can make it fun."
Auggie swallowed as Annie started to unbutton his jeans. "Fine. You determine which of these work shirts needs to be thrown out for me, and I'll put on the fashion show."
"Deal." Annie responded.
Auggie ran his fingers over the crisp fabric and quickly slid it on. He tucked in the shirt and adjusted the collar. In bare feet, he stepped back into the closet doorway. "Reporting for duty, ma'am."
For a moment, Annie was frozen in silence. "You there?" Auggie asked. She could have stepped into the kitchen, but he doubted he would have missed that.
"Yeah." She choked out.
"It's just a suit." Auggie said.
"There's just something about this suit, though."
"This isn't who I am anymore." He stated with the same casualness that he used for the weather.
Annie took in the sight before her and wondered what the real Captain Anderson was like. It was hard to reconcile the man she knew, with his floppy hair, constant jokes, and creative thinking, with the military personalities she grew up around. She ran her fingers over the bars on Auggie's chest while she considered why the dress blues that she always found attractive made her boyfriend seem like somebody else. The August Anderson she was in love with would look better in the tuxedo she saw wrapped in plastic and pushed to the back.
She stood on her toes and kissed him, slow and sultry. He reciprocated, but didn't pull her closer. "Should we box this up?" She asked.
"Yeah." Auggie responded. "Don't think I'll need it any time soon."
Annie pulled the jacket off his shoulders and carefully folded it. "I think I actually prefer the vests." She confessed.
"So do I." Auggie responded. "Something about dress blues did always make the girls go crazy, though."
"Definitely boxing this up." Annie said with enthusiasm as she pulled off his tie.