I've up the rating to T for some innuendos, but it isn't bad.
Naughty or Nice, Part 3
"I haven't been naughty," said Jess out loud.
"You haven't?" asked Lt. Vale, buying coffee. "I have, and the ladies are grateful."
Jess rolled her eyes. "Are any of your stories true?"
"Jess! I'm wounded. Of course not."
She laughed.
"So, Miss Parker, what are your sins?" asked Lt. Vale.
Jess read,
"Jess, for wearing that sexy icicle outfit complete with see-through shoes. It makes me weak in the knees."
"It was lovely," said Lt. Vale.
"It wasn't sexy," said Jess.
"I'd argue with you on that, although, I don't think it was 'naughty' worthy," said Vale.
"Thank you," said Jess. She read more, "Jess, for that sexy Santa outfit she wore to last year's Christmas party, and we all hope she'll wear again this year."
"OK, that one is worthy of the naughty list. The Captain threatened to make every man at the party blind."
"He did not," said Jess. "You're making that up."
"I swear, Jess. It drove him crazy."
She blushed. "There is one more," she said, reading, "Jess, for wearing the daily short skirts that show off her gorgeous legs."
Jess stared at the list. "Who wrote that?" she said out loud. "Who?"
"I don't know. I could guess, but I don't want to die," said Vale.
"He wouldn't write something everyone, including his men, could read," said Jess.
"Something wrong, Jess?" asked Becker.
Vale blushed. "You handle this," he whispered to Jess. "See you later, Miss Parker." He nodded to his Captain, and retreated in a hurry.
"Did Vale upset you?"
"What? No, not at all," said Jess. "This, um, list startled me."
"Not again, Connor promised he was done."
"I don't think it's Connor," said Jess.
Becker came over, and read them. "Bold."
"That's all you have to say?"
"Why? Do they bother you?" asked Becker.
"No, not really," said Jess. "I just don't know who it is, and I'm not sure how I feel about someone thinking those things about me."
"They weren't bad," said Becker.
"No, but someone has obviously been dwelling on me. I want to know who."
Becker sighed. "Maybe you don't. You may not like him."
"That's why I want to know. It was crummy not to leave his name."
"No one is leaving names Jess, and to be fair, you're the one who wore the items he commented on."
"Oh! It's my fault is it!"
Becker chuckled. "No, I just mean, if you didn't want anyone thinking about them, why wear them? Anyway, why are you upset? The writer wasn't rude or obscene. You should be flattered, shouldn't you?"
"I am flattered! But what good does it do to be flattered and not know who flattered me!"
She stomped off in a huff, and Becker smiled.
Jess sat at the ADD, stewing. She was flustered by the fact that someone liked her. She was also miffed at Becker. She didn't like his reaction. He was mean, and worse, not even jealous.
Connor and Abby walked in, holding hands and blushing.
"I take it the lingerie was worth the price?" asked Jess.
Abby blushed and smiled. "Every penny."
Jess chuckled. "Again, I am jealous. You have a boyfriend who loves you, and I have an unknown admirer and pinhead friends."
"Excuse me?"
"Not you Abby. Becker. I read him the comments someone put about me on the naughty list and he acted stupid."
"Naughty comments? Becker was jealous and overprotective, huh?"
"No, not at all. He was flippant and annoying."
"That's strange."
"It is," she said, with annoyance. Jess than thought about it. "It is," said Jess, smiling. "Do you think? No, he wouldn't. Would he?"
Abby smiled. "Maybe."
Jess was less annoyed.
Jess decided to test him to see if her admirer was, in fact, Becker.
First, she dressed to make him drool. She had to be clever or it wouldn't work, and he might end up blinding a lot of men.
Her plan was to wear essentially two outfits. She'd wear a short version for Becker and wear the same outfit, a little longer, for everyone else. If the admirer wrote about the short one, than she had him. If the admirer wrote about the long one, than she was still clueless.
The shimmering gold outfit kept to the Christmas theme she had been wearing for weeks. She walked in, her coat covering the outfit until she discovered where Becker was.
She snuck around the ARC, trying to find Becker. She got some curious looks. She knew she didn't look like herself. Her skirt was longer than usual, to the knee. And she wore a high collar on her blouse, which she never wore, buttoned all the way up her neck.
The strange outfit was definitely noticed. So was the tight hair bun.
Now, for the short version. Where was Becker?
Finally she found him in the armory. No one was with him, so she needed to do this quick. She adjusted her skirt, folding the waist band in until the skirt was mid-thigh. She secured the altered band with pins so it wouldn't fall while she talked to Becker. She undid the collar and folded it down, and opened some buttons, revealing a hint of cleavage. She undid her hair and fanned it out around her shoulders.
She strutted confidently in.
"Hi, Becker. How are you?"
Becker stood, tongue out and staring. Jess tried very hard not to smile. It was killing her. She managed though.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.
Becker shook alive, and composed himself. "I..I..I'm fine. How are you? You look...um," he sighed, "fantastic," he conceded.
Jess blushed. "Thank you. It's not too much?"
Becker laughed. "There's not enough of it to be too much. You look fine. Everything's covered, just."
She smiled. "So, I wanted to ask you to have lunch. I have something to discuss with you."
"OK, sure. Lunch sounds great."
"Good, see you then. Bye."
"Bye, Jess."
Jess walked out slowly, jiggling slightly. She posed at the door, and looked behind her. His eyes lingered on her legs. She was glad she had chosen shoes that tied up them. She smiled, and left.
She hurried to an empty room, and adjusted back the skirt and blouse and re-did her hair. Now, if she could just keep him from seeing her dressed like this. And pray nobody told him about the outfit. It dawned on her that it may have been too extreme. His men were bound to say something, she realized.
She worked, nervously waiting for lunch. She had several errands to do, and each time she checked the list to see if he'd written. No. She wasn't hearing any scuttlebutt which was good. She decided to undo her hair and relax the collar, but not as low as it had been for Becker. She hoped if she looked a little more normal, no one would say anything to Becker.
Finally, lunch.
She ran to the list.
Naughty. "Jess, for her saucy gold outfit that was scorching hot! She shone like a tantalizing star. I want her to adorn my tree! The high heels were sexy, but those criss-cross strands up her legs, yikes! I won't even mention the low-cut top. Jess is a naughty girl indeed!"
Jess smiled. She had him. Becker was her admirer.
"Hey, Jess," he said, strolling in. "Ready for lunch? I see you've fixed the outfit. It's between the sizzling one you wore for me and the librarian you wore for everyone else."
She blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, my guys thought I was nuts. I was glad I took a photo with my mobile."
"When? When did you take a picture?"
"While you were walking out of the armory."
Jess' face fell. "Did you show the picture?"
"Had to Jess. No one believed me," said Becker.
"So, it could have been one of the men."
"What could have been?"
Jess felt utterly defeated. "Never mind."
"So, any leads on your admirer?"
"No, and I give up."
"Jess. You don't want to do that."
"Yes, I do. It's silly anyway. He's probably a pervert, lusting after me."
"So, why the lusty outfit this morning, then?"
She looked at him. He was smirking and his eyes twinkled. "You knew," she said. "You knew I was trying to trap you."
He chuckled. "Vale saw your Virgin Mary get up and we figured something was up."
"Did he enjoy the photo you snapped?" she asked crossly.
"No. He couldn't. I lied. I didn't take a photo."
"What?"
He laughed. "I give up, Jess. I wrote the things about you, on both lists."
"What! Why, I mean, why lie?"
Becker chuckled. "I don't know. I guess I have a mean streak. I'm sorry I got you down. Jess Parker giving up is something I don't want to see."
Jess smiled. "You wrote some nice things, and some naughty ones."
"Yeah, well, that's...how you make me feel," he said seriously.
She blushed. "I'm glad. I was hoping it was you."
"Now, I'm glad. By the way, would you mind not naughty-ing up that outfit again, until we're alone?"
Jess felt playful. "Why captain? What makes you think we're going to be alone?"
He smiled. "I'm optimistic. So, will you?"
"Save the saucy outfit for you? Of course. I also have another outfit I might show you, but only if we're both feeling incredibly naughty."
"How naughty?"
Jess blushed, leaned closer, and whispered, "lingerie naughty." She was so nervous, she was trembling.
She watched his eyes. Was she pushing, too much, too fast?
"It's been a while since I've been that naughty," said Becker, "but if you're up for it, so am I."
Jess sighed in relief. She giggled nervously.
Becker pulled her tight. "Let's just see where we end up, OK?"
She nodded. "OK, and thank you."
Becker smiled. He bent low, and she stretched. They smiled as their lips touched in a nice kiss. They pulled apart briefly, and kissed again. This was a naughty kiss, hot and heavy.
And in full view of a crowded canteen.
"Whoo!" yelled Abby.
"Finally," said Matt.
"Action Man!" yelled Connor.
They broke the kiss, and he held her in his arms, while she blushed.
"I guess we have to face them," said Jess.
"Maybe if we just keep kissing they'll go away," said Becker, with a raised eyebrow.
Jess smiled. "I like your thinking," and she leaned in for another naughty kiss.
The End
or do we need a naughty chapter showing the lingerie?