Cats and Dogs – Command
There is a reason Anubis Cruger is a revered commander, and as Kat watches him spar with cadets, she dares anyone to disagree. He is a skilled fighter, but also shows control and restraint. However, this is not what caught Kat's attention. She knew he was strong before now. No, now, her ears twitch heatedly because Cruger wears nothing but a tight fitting black t–shirt and cargo pants. His largely clawed back paws are planted firmly on the ground while his front paws are at the ready.
Kat's eyes are dilated an embarrassing amount but she has never truly watched the Commander fight this closely. It's...enthralling, watching him in action in such an intimate way. As his toned arms flex in movement her ears perk so high they probably rival the angle of Cruger's, and that Batman fellow's. She knows she's watching too closely for being his head technician but she can't look away—in a literal sense, she can't seem to physically command herself to move.
Some girls come in from a water break, giggling, unaware of Kat, seated in the gallery. Their whispers are only slightly discernable to the Felina until one states more loudly: "I had no idea Commander Cruger was so fine!"
Kat's brows furrow a tiny bit.
"I know, he's hot...y'know, for a big, blue dog–thing," says the other.
Kat's brows furrow a little more.
"Do you think he's... " the sentence trails off euphemistically.
Kat's brows knit together in frustration.
After a moment the sentence is continued: "You know...packing?"
"Don't you have training to do, cadets?!" Kat doesn't know why that came out so bitter.
"Dr. Manx!" the two snap to elbow–salute before going down. A final note is heard, "wonder if he does doggy style."
"Go!" Kat knows the ferocity in her voice betrays her. The anger in her words is joined by her own embarrassment and a tinge of jealousy. "The nerve of them, eyeing my Commander... " Kat frowns to herself, reminding her brain that he's everyone's Commander...THE Commander.
The felinoid woman continues to watch, though the two female cadets join back in the fight. Kat can't help but scowl every time they approach him, grinning. Her rangers are in there too, doing the most, if it can be considered that, against him. She herself has never fought him and really has no desire to... The thought of being pinned by his warm, rippling body comes unbidden to her mind... She shakes her head violently to force the thought away, heart thundering and cheeks becoming uncomfortably hot.
When she next looks up all the cadets seem to have had enough save B–Squad. However, Cruger raises a hand, signaling the end of the match. They elbow–salute to him and stand at attention, smiles on their faces. Cruger walks to the wall and presses the intercom button. Kat hears the buzz and then his voice: "Kat, would you bring me my coat, please, we're done here."
Katherine jumps up a little too quickly and might have tripped over herself if not for her enhanced reflexes. She's quite glad the gallery window is mirrored glass. She takes the coat and drapes it over her arm with the care fit of a king. 'He almost is one,' she muses. When she arrives she sucks in some air involuntarily. Her eyes are met with the sight of his bare, muscled back. Although he can't sweat, condensation from the cool air runs down the rivets between his individual scales. Kat's slitted pupils turn large again, and she gulps. She tries to approach as normal but as soon he turns around her eyes are glued to his muscled front. Her gaze is more blank than anything, admiring the sections of his abs and the bulges of his biceps. Her face is still flushed and her ears raise in pleasure.
Cruger thanks her and puts the long coat on in a dignified fashion.
Kat feels drool collect on her bottom lip. She licks it without thinking. Somewhere in her mind she realizes it's just herself, Cruger and the rangers now, but it doesn't lessen her embarrassment at her actions. She can't help it, though, running mainly on pheramones and Cruger's surprising magnetism. Rangers Pink and Yellow are trying not to laugh at Kat as the woman's eyes continue to follow him out of the room as he dismisses them with a wave. They're all aware of how her eyes have drifted to where his hypothetical tail would be.
The rangers file out past her respectfully addressing her as ma'am before exiting. Kat doesn't dare meet any of their eyes, aware that the impropriety of her actions is off the charts. As the memory of shirtless Cruger comes to her mind's eye she can't bring herself to care.