A/N: Bit shy on plot with this one, but wanted to get it done sooner than later. Dorsetshire deserves much more love than she gets~

Do enjoy~


One Thing Leads to Another

The bar at the Naval Base was a cosy thing.

Tucked away behind the cafeteria and only opening late into the evening it was a popular spot amongst the base's inhabitants, for obvious reasons. Ships of all shapes and sizes congregated within the low-ceilinged room, sitting at the cramped bar or crowding around tables – some inside, but most planted outdoors due to how many people visited on a daily basis, unwinding after a long day of work.

Dorsetshire was no exception. Though she liked to be a prim and proper lady, modelling herself after Hood in particular, drinking with friends was a great way to burn off stress and bemoan the woes of life. Additionally since Norfolk didn't really go to the bar, preferring to stay in her room or hang out with some friends, it meant that she could complain freely without having to worry about bothering her beloved elder sister.

Of course, perhaps she liked to indulge a little too much when her sister wasn't around to scold her.

A fact those around Dorsetshire could attest to as the brunette giggled constantly; her smile broad but her eyes distant as she stammered on about something cute Norfolk did – not realising she'd stopped and restarted her tale twice now. By her side Drake just patted her back and encouraged her, doing her best to direct her drunk friend towards the end of her story, although that was somewhat fumbled by Drake's own inebriation. Small mercies she could hold her liquor, if nothing else.

Half-listening to her comrade Drake almost didn't hear her companion's sudden comment. ''Mm... I wish I could be as comfy with the Commander as onee-chan, he'd make for a great cuddling partner, hehehe~''

''Mm?'' Drake grunted, turning to look at the brunette. ''The Commander?''

Even though they were in public the clamour of the bar offered them some privacy; so many voices speaking and glasses clinking that a murmured conversation went entirely unheeded.

Dorsetshire for her part just smiled drunkenly, tracing the rim of her glass with an index finger and staring into the deep amber liquid within. ''Mmhm, he's so... so handsome, y'know? And he's always so kind to me and onee-chan, he makes me mm... really happy, hehe...''

''Hoh?'' Drake leaned in, grinning. ''Looks like someone has a crush on him.''

''Y-Yeah, heheh...'' Dorsetshire hiccuped but giggled all the same, resting her cheek against the wooden bar top. ''Mm... I wanna... with him...''

Her words trailed off and before Drake knew it, Dorsetshire was out like a light – breathing softly with a grip still on her glass, loose as it was.

Drake stared in disbelief for a second before chuckling, shaking her head. ''Damn, guess you really did drink too much...''

Unbeknownst to the duo just a few steps behind them, Manchester had heard everything – the maid grinning to herself as she came up with an idea.

X-x-X

''You wanted to see me Manchester?''

The following morning the Commander had arrived quite early, eager to get through his work. His secretary Belfast was there just an hour after he was, helping with her usual spell of gracefulness and keeping him working as efficiently as possible – and together they worked through a massive chunk of last night's paperwork, enabling him to move onto today's with confidence.

He'd been a good portion of the way through the requisition forms – which sounded about as interesting as one might expect – when Manchester suddenly came to visit, dropping off some scones that Sirius had made. The moment Belfast left to go put them in the break room, however, Manchester took the opportunity to lock the door.

''Mm!'' The green-eyed maid chirped, grinning. ''I know you're busy so I won't beat 'round the bush – what'cha think of Dorsetshire, Master?''

''Dorsetshire?'' The Commander repeated, adjusting his black-framed glasses as he looked aside, suddenly a bit shy. ''Erm, she's a lovely woman and valued member of the fleet-''

''Would ya ask her out~?''

''I- er-'' The Commander, taken off-guard by the sudden comment, stammered. ''Where's this coming from Manchester?''

''Oh nothin'~'' Manchester sung merrily, peeking over her shoulder at the doors. ''Just happened to overhear her saying she had a crush on you~ Thought you might wanna know, since you're too much of a softie to go ask her out on your own~''

The playful jab made the Commander huff, though the man himself couldn't deny it was true – his meekness when it came to intimacy, romantic or platonic, had been a bit of an embarrassing spot in his otherwise good leadership record. Easy to command a fleet, hard to deal with overly affectionate ships who tended to quite like hugs. Couple that with very large busts, and it wasn't hard to turn him into a blushing mess, much to their mirth.

Still... to know that Dorsetshire had an actual crush on him...

''Hm? You're smilin' a bit – does that mean what I think it means~?''

''Er-!'' The Commander caught himself but it was too late; a knowing grin on Manchester's lips. ''...haah, yes, I like her too.''

''Ooh, as in 'like-like', yeah?''

''Does say it like that. Reminds me of when I was in school.'' The Commander scowled, earning a snicker from the maid herself. ''But yes, I do.''

''Well ain't that just swell then. Two lovebirds pining for one 'nother but completely oblivious to the fact the other likes them too.'' Manchester sighed dreamily. ''Ripe for a romance plot, I'd say. Glasgow would be chuffed to hear it.''

''Please don't go around telling people this kind of stuff.'' The Commander half-scolded, half-pleaded; his expression an awkward mix of both.

Manchester just huffed at that, putting one hand on her hip. ''What kinda maid d'ya think I am, Master? Yer secrets are safe with me, promise.''

Just then Belfast knocked on the door, silently asking if she could come in, and Manchester began making her way over – though not before flinging some advice his way.

''Best ask her out sooner than later Master – she'd be chuffed, I'm sure~''

X-x-X

The Commander took her advice.

Thus, later that same day he ventured over to the dormitory and visited Dorsetshire's personal quarters and asked her out on a date. Something that took far more courage than it had any right to take, but he managed it nonetheless, albeit with some teasing from some passing Destroyers; Hero and Vampire amongst them.

But such teases did little to spoil his mood. She'd accepted – and thus the very next day the pair of them met up at their agreed spot in town and went on a little date. It wasn't anything that extravagant but Dorsetshire didn't seem to be the type to want that anyway; being humble to the point of fealty to her sister. A light lunch at a café, a walk through the town looking at some clothes and gifts, followed by an evening down by the sea front before having some fish-and-chips by the harbour to round the night off.

Overall, he'd say it was a pretty decent first date.

Dorsetshire seemed to be of the same mind.

''Thank you for taking me out, Commander.'' The brunette told him softly as they walked back through the dorms; the halls quiet with a good chunk of the fleet out on sorties still, despite the waning hour.

''It's fine.'' He assured, walking by her side. ''I had fun.''

Dorsetshire smiled up at him – a small, pretty smile before she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. Her long, curly hair brushed against his neck and he shivered, the sensation oddly pleasant. Made all the more so when Dorsetshire began to hum a soft little tune, one reminiscent of a lullaby but without words, but he found it charming all the same. He listened to it as he looked over to the left, the row of windows letting him peer out into the plaza outside, the moonlight already shining down on them. It was... very serene, if he was to put a name to the feeling.

Their journey soon came to an end as they reached her dorm room. Normally she shared it with Norfolk but with the diminutive Heavy Cruiser currently hanging out with some friends she had the room to herself, the darkness obscuring much of the details within. Dorsetshire stepped inside slowly and glanced back at him, seeming to hesitate for a moment before speaking.

''Would... you like to come in, Commander?'' Dorsetshire inquired anxiously, a tinge of hope lacing her voice.

When faced with such honest hope the Commander couldn't help but agree; feeling his cheeks heat up as he murmured an agreement. Instantly Dorsetshire's face lit up with a bright, delighted smile and she took him by the wrist and all but pulled him inside, the door nudged shut by his free hand and leaving them in darkness. Only for a few moments though before Dorsetshire gently turned the dial next to the door, brightening the room for only a dim hue. Bright enough to see, but not so much it hurt their eyes after being out in the dark for hours.

Her room was about as tidy as he expected from the sister pair, everything neat and with plenty of story books located on Norfolk's side of the room. The dark blue wallpaper coupled with the navy carpet lent itself well to a sea theme, aided by the white whales and fish painted on, but in truth he wasn't paying her dorm room much attention. No, his attention laid firmly on the brunette beauty before him, her hands fidgeting with themselves as she stared at her feet.

''Commander...'' Dorsetshire bit her bottom lip as she peeked up at him. ''I... I just wanted to thank you for giving me a chance. I know compared to my sister I'm-''

''Don't start.'' The Commander gently chastised, earning a blush from the brunette. A soft, reassuring smile spread across his lips and he caressed her cheek. ''Don't put yourself down Dorsetshire, you're lovely as you are.''

''I...'' She almost seemed ready to protest at that, but at his gentle look she flushed and looked aside, her small smile returning. ''...thank you.''

The Commander just smiled and opened his arms, and without hesitation Dorsetshire let herself into his embrace; arms winding around his nape and pulling him close. The embrace was a tender one and the moment he pulled back his eyes found her lips; slim and pink as they pursed, hesitation evident. Her want was apparent and a matching urge rose within him, held back only by a sudden bout of embarrassment.

Swallowing it back the Commander met her eyes. Clear blue eyes stared back into his own, their bright shine entrancing him almost and luring him in closer, her own face drawing nearer, the moment seeming to simply proceed of its own accord... until at last, their lips connected.

It was a slow kiss. Gentle; tender, even. The moment lasted for aeons before they tentatively drew apart, pinkness in his cheeks and redness in hers, but without anything more than a shy peek up at him Dorsetshire pulled him down into another kiss. He reciprocated wholeheartedly, his arms winding their way around the small of her back and pulling her closer, their mutual hums intermixing as they drew out the kiss.

Eventually though the need to breathe drew them apart, both of them panting a little. Their eyes met and they both looked away at the same time, the act drawing a sheepish giggle from Dorsetshire before she tentatively cupped his nape, tugging him in – and with some haste the Commander claimed her lips once more. The kiss was more assertive and Dorsetshire leaned back, a cute moan escaping her as he held onto her, her back arched as the kiss continued.

''Mm- hah!'' Dorsetshire exhaled as they broke off the kiss. ''S-Sorry, I got a bit into it there...''

''Same.'' The Commander confessed, still holding her with one arm as his other hand came up, tucking some brown locks from her face.

The brunette flushed at his touch. ''U-Um, Commander...''

''Yes?''

''...I wouldn't mind if you kissed me like that again...'' Dorsetshire said in a small, embarrassed voice.

The implication darkened his cheeks but also emboldened him, the distance shrinking once more, preluding the nigh-inevitable kiss. Dorsetshire mewled happily into it and held onto him, not protesting when he eased her back and down onto the bed – the kiss breaking off long enough to ease her down before he claimed her lips once more, the pair of them losing themselves in the simple act.

Daringly the Commander let his right hand wander, his palm grazing along her thigh and earning a cute whine from the brunette woman. When she showed no signs of disliking it though he dared to go further; slow, kneading gropes guiding his hand further up her thigh and then up her skirt too. He didn't touch further but when he pulled back from the kiss Dorsetshire pouted at him, the look in her bright blue eyes telling she wanted him to do more.

And more he did. With a bit of haste his fingers went to her collar and untied her capelet, earning a rosy blush from his partner as it came undone. Yet a small, trembling smile curled at Dorsetshire's own lips as she reached up and undid the buttons of his thin jacket, enticing him in turn to work on her dress; a kiss keeping each other busy as they undressed one another, drunk on romance and unabashed in their desire to express their budding love.

By the time they drew apart his jacket spilled open and so too did her dress. While he had a shirt on underneath though Dorsetshire was left covered by only a white bra; a flustered squeak escaping the brunette as she quickly covered her exposed cleavage. The Commander though savoured the small glimpse he was treated to and, with some modicum of hesitation, nudged her arms apart. Dorsetshire swallowed but after a moment obliged, her arms parting and leaving nothing to hide her chest. While far from as big as someone like Belfast she was quite well-developed, his eyes tracing the plump curve of her chest, her lacy white bra pushing it up nicely.

''Don't stare...'' Dorsetshire meekly asked.

The Commander just chuckled sheepishly in reply, kissing her nose. Dorsetshire squirmed but offered a flustered smile in return, pushing herself up on her elbows and initiating the kiss this time. The Commander reciprocated wholeheartedly, his hands carefully pushing her dress open before reaching under her back, blindly fumbling about for a few moments before finding the latch and undoing it – and with a bit of tugging and squirming on both of their parts, he got her bra off, tossing it off to one side,

Dorsetshire's lovely chest was laid bare to him as a result. Premium medium, he once heard the saying – and it really fitted her. Neither overly large nor too small, they fitted perfectly in his palms as he groped her, coaxing a soft moan from his partner that was soon stifled by a kiss. A kiss that lasted only a few seconds before he shifted down, boldly taking her left nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.

''Myn-!'' Dorsetshire tensed, then relaxed with a whimper. ''Commander, doing that... ah~''

He relished the shaky lilt her voice took, sucking on her tit more enthusiastically. His tongue flicked laps around the pink bud before taking it between his teeth, tugging on it lightly but making Dorsetshire gasp all the same, the delightful sound just encouraging him to do it again. This time Dorsetshire ran her fingers up through his hair, mewling through pursed lips as she pulled him against her chest, enticing him to suck a little firmer.

His hands though wandered down her hips to her skirt, toying with the hem briefly before going down past it. With the shortness of it it took no more than a second to slip his hands up her skirt, his heart pounding in his chest as he did something so audacious, yet the feelings swirling within him compelled him to do it regardless – soon finding the hem of her panties. Dorsetshire whined but didn't push him away nor scold him, and when he curled his fingers into her underwear and tugged she lifted her hips, letting him pull her underwear down to her thighs.

Letting her nipple slip from between his lips the Commander shifted up, capturing her lips without hesitation and deepening the kiss into something more passionate. Dorsetshire moaned softly into his mouth, her shoulders curling in and her back arching slightly as he let his right hand drift between her legs, stroking her pussy slowly. Just touching Dorsetshire, his crush, in such a manner made his pants feel immeasurably tight, his heart pounding in his ears, yet he didn't dare stop lest his own nervousness come back to bite him and halt his motions.

Dorsetshire only encouraged that line of thinking. ''M-Mn... your fingers feel so much thicker than my own, Commander... so big and... mn...''

She trailed off, throat closing up with a grunt, but the Commander relished the unintentionally-sensual words regardless. Stroking her slit he found her clit and blindly teased the little nub, her skirt still obscuring his vision but not stopping him from exploring her sex; his index finger rubbing the little bundle of nerves about. When she whimpered with unadulterated pleasure though he dared to aim a little lower, finding and teasing her opening, feeling how wet she was.

And thus eased two fingers inside of her. Dorsetshire gasped, then whimpered; tension filling her muscles and leaving just as quickly as she eased against the bed with a moan. Emboldened by the sight the Commander pumped his digits into her womanhood more earnestly, rocking his hand back-and-forth as his digits dipped into her wet core – her insides coiling around his fingers lovingly, the oppressive heat of her insides tempting him to scissor his fingers apart.

''Hah-!'' Dorsetshire gasped, head tossed to the right. ''L-Like that!''

Shushing her gently the Commander complied, red-faced as he scissored his fingers apart inside of her, the motion making her tense up and release an adorable whimper, the sound filling his head and nearly driving him crazy. He restrained himself though, albeit barely, and continued pumping his fingers into her sopping core, working his fingers about and seeing what made the cruiser moan the most; his lips sealing against hers when her moans grew too loud.

Though in truth his own breathing was becoming quite loud too; excitement lacing every exhalation as he got his crush over, watching her thighs tense and twitch or her stomach be sucked in, her chest soon expanding out as she moaned. His gaze though lingered only briefly on her chest before flickering up to her face, meeting her half-lidded eyes as she whimpered, her need for more apparent,.

''C-Commander...'' Dorsetshire whimpered out, her legs opening as much as they could with him atop her. ''Please...''

She didn't phrase what she wanted – not when it was so obvious. The Commander gulped and hurriedly pulled his fingers out, his hands hurriedly going for his belt. The rattle sounded so loud in the quiet and it felt like it took way too long to actually get it off, every second painful, but at last he managed to fight it off and dropped his pants with his boxers swiftly following suit; laying his erect cock bare to his lover.

Dorsetshire blushed a deep dark red at the sight of it but made no move to stop him, her excitement apparent as it gleamed in the dim hue, her folds wet as his cock-head rubbed along them. The cruiser whimpered, breathing hard and looking simultaneously so endearing yet so damn sexy he couldn't resist himself; closing the distance and claiming her lips in a kiss, just as he eased himself inside.

''Mm- mn~!''

She felt hot. Tight. Heavenly. The ensnaring heat that gripped his cock was incredible and the Commander groaned throatily at the sensation, gently easing his dick into Dorsetshire inch by inch. She held onto his shoulders for support and his palms gripped the sheets on either side of her, both of them tense as his cock sunk into her drooling pussy – before with a grunt of effort he pulled partway back out. He didn't get more than a couple inches out until Dorsetshire wrapped her legs around his waist, her whimper begging for more.

More which he gave. Breaking off the kiss the Commander rested his forehead against hers, shuddering as he buried his cock back into her drooling tunnel, her tightness welcoming him and making it feel like he'd cum instantly. Mercifully he did not but the pleasure that roiled through him did not abate even slightest, if anything the surging heat in his groin grew; primal need compelling his hips forth more as he pumped in-and-out of Dorsetshire's warmth.

''Dorsetshire...'' The Commander breathed out, pushing himself up just enough that he could meet her eyes easier. ''It doesn't, hnf, hurt does it?''

The brunette shook her head, her attempt at speaking foiled as a moan tumbled past her lips. The way she arched her back and unintentionally emphasised her chest though just drove him wild; his right hand quickly darting up to grope a handful of her left breast, his thumb flicking her nipple and coaxing the cutest of whines out of his crush, her loins tightening around his tip and encouraging him to quickly sheathe the rest of himself inside, hilting in her hotness.

The sensation was so enamouring he couldn't stop himself from picking up the pace – pumping into her slick vice over and over again, his flesh smacking with hers and fucking trembling moans from Dorsetshire's lips. Her hands slid up his neck and cupped his cheeks, guiding his gaze to hers and holding it even as he went balls-deep in her time and time again, the smothering tightness around his dick sapping him of all rational thought. The way she twitched and gasped only endeared him further, her pussy tightening up around him-

-when with a sudden, strangled cry, Dorsetshire orgasmed. He stopped thrusting but couldn't take his eyes off of her, a shudder of primal satisfaction simmering up through him as he watched the brunette writhe on the bed under him – her back arching and falling her fingers quickly clutching at the sheets and bunching it up, her breasts heaving with every ragged breath she drew; it was hypnotic. As was the sensation of her sopping core gushing around him, her honey wet on his groin as he stayed sheathed within her throughout her orgasm, letting her ride it out uninterrupted.

''Mn... mnyaah... hah... ahh...'' A shiver visible took her; her tongue flicking across her parted lips before breathing out her words. ''F-Forgive me, I just... your fingers, they felt too good, I couldn't hold back any long-''

A kiss quenched her breathless apologies, having the pleasant side-effect of making her blush adorably.

''It's okay.'' The Commander smiled as warmly as he could. ''If anything I think it's kinda flattering I managed to make you cum first, haha...''

Dorsetshire just squirmed bashfully, a small but relieved smile on her lips. The Commander relished the cute expression as he pulled out, the air so much cooler than her insides and making him acutely aware of how edged he was; his cock sore and in need of relief. Something Dorsetshire no doubt noticed, her cheeks aflame as she coughed into her fist and patted the bed next to her as discreetly as she could, pretending she wasn't embarrassed about her offer at all.

He took her up on it regardless. Grunting the Commander laid himself down on the bed and Dorsetshire wasted little time climbing aboard, her excitement making her tremble a little as she positioned herself above his erect shaft, the tip grazing her dripping slit and coaxing a whine from the brunette cruiser, her lips pursing as she teased herself on his tip, their fluids mixing together-

-and then at last Dorsetshire impaled herself onto him. The Commander threw his head back with a hiss of pleasure, his hands settling on he thighs and helping coax the cruiser down onto him more, nearly his entire cock fitting inside of her on the first go. Dorsetshire though wanted more, her hands resting on his chest as she slowly began to bounce on him, her smothering insides swallowing his entire length up after just a couple bounces, taking him into her sopping depths.

''Mn, it's so deep inside, it feels... i-incredible~'' Her words devolved into a moan – regal but shockingly hot all the same, her dainty voice reaching a throaty pitch that made him shudder. ''F-Forgive me, I can't stop my hips, it's... hn, too good~''

The Commander didn't waste the air answering her – doing so instead by propping himself up on one hand and kissing her. His other hand settled on her lower back and pulled her into a deep kiss, her moan hardly muffled by it nor was her bounces really slowed by all that much; her motions shorter but no less erotic. The second they broke off the kiss though Dorsetshire threw her head back with a whine of arousal, rolling her hips more than she did bounce and stirring his swollen cock around her insides.

The Commander groaned, hand shifting down to her ass and helping her rock back-and-forth, her groin against his cock as she worked those curves – before with a moan of effort Dorsetshire went back to riding him, her slick insides tightening particularly around the tip as she reached it before she inevitably dropped back down once more, her moan a throaty one. Her hands gravitated up towards his shoulders and at her slight push he eased himself onto his back once more, letting her rest her hands on his chest as she rode him.

Freeing up his hands in the process. The Commander let his hands roam over her, grazing down her hips and copping a feel of her behind before sliding back up to her chest, cupping her bouncing breasts and groping mewls and moans out of his lover, her adoring blue eyes locked onto his as she took his swollen length within her glistening sex.

''Dorset- mn...!'' He squeezed her tits as she clenched around him. ''Gonna c-cum soon...''

''O-Okay~'' The cruiser puffed out between breaths. ''T-Tell me when you're about to finish and I'll get off.''

The Commander grunted his assent, his hands sliding to her sides and holding onto his lover, enjoying the ride – and his coming high. The slipperiness of her loins only fuelled his budding climax, pleasure a simmering force up his cock that sapped him of coherent thought, her own high-pitched moans pushing him towards his end. If he focused he could practically feel his tip kissing her cervix, the deep impacts always making Dorsetshire yelp and whine with delight, her thighs pressing against his hips as she chased after her own high, their bodies in sync and slapping together.

Until he peaked. ''Dorsetshire...!''

Dorsetshire lifted her hips – when the door opened.

''D-Dorsey-chan?''

The brunette squeaked, jolting down his cock as her insides tensed – and the Commander couldn't hold it in. A torrent of virile seed erupted from his cock as he busted his load inside of Dorsetshire, the sudden infusion of warmth coupled with her shock pushing her over the edge too. Her fist shoved itself into her mouth and Dorsetshire cried out into it, eyes scrunched shut and back arching delightfully as she came with him, crotch flush with his as her squeezing insides milked gush after gush of his thick load, probably the biggest he'd ever busted in his life.

The moment seemed to drag on for eternity. His mind was fuzzy and his gaze barely left the half-naked brunette on top of him, her expression dazed as she stared into space. That was until Norfolk's squeak was heard followed by light footfalls running away, startling Dorsetshire out of her daze as she realised her sister had caught them in the act.

''A-Ah, wait onee-chan! I-It's not what it looks like, promise...!''

The Commander sat up as Dorsetshire half-ran, half-stumbled after her sister, dressing herself as she went.

Leaving him to sit there in a post-coitus daze, his gaze drifting down to his dick, cum leftover on his shaft.

'...I hope it was a safe day...'

As it would later turn out, it wasn't.

If nothing else though, the incident became something to tease Dorsetshire over.

[END]