"Umm…Laffey? Not to question your courage or dedication to the scheme but isn't this a little…revealing?"

"Yup. Totally the point. Vampire, Bache and U-410 helped with the design."

Z23 warily eyed the holiday-themed 'dress' and couldn't help but add onto Javelin's concern with, "But what if this goes badly and you put in all this effort for nothing? Won't that be embarrassing?"

Laffey affixed her Ironblood friend with a piercing gaze, bluntly stating, "It didn't go badly for your first date with Gunther."

Ayanami pounced on the opportunity with merciless precision, softly singing, "Nimi and Gunther, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…"

"N-nein! Cease with that ridiculous song!"

"First comes love, then comes marriage~!"

"Javelin, stop!"

Laffey delivered the final blow with a monotone, "Then comes bonking like rabbits in a sex fever-"

"That's not how the song goes!"

"Totally true though."

The Union Destroyer didn't hesitate to deliver a finishing blow.

"All of the dorms can hear you when you think you're being quiet."

"N-no, you're lying, this can't be true!"

"Stop teasing her, Laffey."

Javelin poked the bunny-themed Destroyer, prompting a response of, "But you were doing the same," as Ayanami swiftly reassured, "It isn't. Only some of the dorms can hear you."

Face turning an interesting shade of pale as she contemplated that particular bombshell the moment was put on hold as Laffey held up her costume, comparing it to her usual attire before nodding in satisfaction.

"It'll do. Now Laffey just needs to strike before the others do."

Z23 released a long suffering sigh, setting aside her turmoil before asking, "And what would you have us do, Laffey? If this is really what you wanted for Christmas instead of the variety lager pack…"

A resolute nod.

"Laffey needs a way to sneak past the guards and secretaries surrounding Alexander to ask him out for a Christmas date. Ask in the open and there'll be too much competition and interference."

"Competition and interference? From who?"

Z23's confused words prompted a narrowing of Laffey's eyes, the typically sleepy Destroyer intensely replying, "Queen Elizabeth and Warspite have maids all around Alexander. If Laffey asks in front of them they will try to shut Laffey down. Empress Nagato, Amagi and Shinano have the ninjas who will attempt to shut Laffey down. And Bismarck will be attempting to shut Laffey down because it will be poor discipline."

Having worked in the environment they were apparently attempting to infiltrate Z23 just released a small sigh, knowing that her friend was right on the money with her estimation.

"Very well, then what-"

"Laffey needs your help, Nimi."

Her shoulders were seized with an impossibly strong grip courtesy of the Union rabbit, locked in place with the force of her gaze.

"V-very well, I see no harm in-"

"Laffey and everyone else helped you with Gunther, remember?"

"Yes, and I already agreed to-"

"We pushed the both of you into that closet and locked it, and Laffey bets you went at it like rabbits."

"I said I would help you, what is the point of-"

"Laffey is here to collect and Laffey isn't afraid to torpedo some kneecaps."

Javelin leaned in close to Ayanami, whispering, "Should we help Nimi? Laffey seems a little…intense."

Ayanami watched the unfolding drama as the Union Destroyer began to openly terrify the Ironblood before decisively nodding.

"Nope."

"And that should be it for today's tasks, Commander."

"Whew, finally…good work, you three. And thanks for staying late this shift."

Shoukaku, Helena and Scylla merely smiled at his words, the maid gracefully inclining her head before replying, "You need not mention it, Master. We were more than happy to help."

"Indeed, and it's not as if we are here late to the same extent you are, Commander. A rotating schedule helps a great deal with such demands."

Despite a sleepy countenance Shoukaku was all friendly smiles, teasing, "It's quite admirable, considering everything I've heard about the work ethic of most laborers who look forward to quitting time."

"Old habits die hard, five in the afternoon hits and I have to remind myself I'm not anywhere near to done."

Helena abruptly yawned, flushing pink with embarrassment as she hurriedly stated, "I-I'm fine, Commander! That wasn't-"

Chuckling at the Cruiser's immediate attempt to deflect he remarked, "It's fine, Helena. Get some sleep for tonight and try to reassure your sisters that I'm not abusing you or anything, not a day goes by when St. Louis, Bremerton or half a dozen others ask if I'm pushing you too hard."

The bluenette turned an interesting shade of crimson, hurriedly announcing, "O-oh no, Commander I'm so sorry, they shouldn't be-"

The room broke out into gentle laughter, even Kirishima broadcasting her amusement from where she remained hidden nearby as the Union Cruiser adorably sulked.

"Well regardless of that I have a present for you three just like I've done with the rest of my staff. Here, Merry Christmas."

"Master, you shouldn't have-"

"But I did. Blackjack no tradebacks."

Passing the trio of Shipgirls neatly wrapped bags they seemed stunned at the surprise gesture, Alexander stating, "They're yours to open when you want, consider it-"

Scylla deftly and swiftly unwrapped her gift, features lighting up with delight at the pair of earrings designed after her namesake, glittering in the dim office light as Curtis explained, "I heard you talking with the other three maids if you should start trying out different earrings, figured they'd be a nice place to start for-"

Soft lips placed an affectionate kiss on his cheek, the Royal Cruiser pulling back with delighted smile as she teased, "So are us three just that special or did you provide gifts for all of the staff~?"

"I did, but I would like to posit that all of you are equally special…although I would wager Akagi might have thrown hers out without looking at it."

He raised a hand at Shoukaku's incoming protest, the Carrier subsiding as she unwrapped her own present before smiling broadly, withdrawing a finely crafted pan flute adorned with glistening white feathers.

"Heard that you were looking to try out a variety of wind instruments, figured that would be a good place to start."

"Commander, dare I ask what price you paid to acquire such a unique treasure?"

At the Sakura's purr he waved a hand, replying, "I didn't go through Akashi for this one, seeing as I didn't want to bankrupt Azur Lane. Hai Tien got me that particular treasure, she may not have the bizarre reach the cat has but she's a damn sight more affordable."

He'd also managed to keep his eyes above her neckline, a herculean feat matched only by the strength of the Empery Shipgirl's spine.

"Well once I feel comfortable with this instrument then perhaps I will put on a private performance just for you, Commander~."

Smiling at the response Alexander nodded in appreciation-

-and promptly released an inner grimace at the suggestive and 'bedroom' stares he was now the center of, reflecting that while a Shipgirl's passion and fire was what had lead them through the war it also made them…forward when they set their mind to something.

Fleeing to Helena for salvation the far more pure and shy Cruiser unwrapped her present, eyes widening at the small globe that contained a high quality rendition of an SG radar, the young woman slowly flicking on a switch as snowflakes and soothing lights began to make it seem as if the device was in the center of a calming snowstorm.

"Commander, this is…it's lovely, umm…"

She nervously glanced between Shoukaku and Scylla, cheeks flushing as Alexander quickly stated, "A kiss isn't required, Helena. That's just them being them."

"O-oh, that's good, I was so nervous and I've never kissed anyone before so-what am I saying?!"

A round of smirks at her expense filled the room, Alexander glad that the Cruiser seemed on the road to recovery. He'd been worried that she'd be just as much of a problem as Akagi - albeit of a different flavor - but it seemed his subordinate was moving past the, well, past and returning to her typical nervous, worrywart and anxious self.

"Now if only I could do that with a certain fox-"

"Shikikan-dono, I believe there are intruders attempting to infiltrate through the air ducts."

Blinking at Kirishima's abrupt warning he glanced upwards, the Sakura Kunoichi's lack of urgency and surplus of bemusement suggesting this was less an attempt on his life and more an attempt on his sanity.

Scylla also seemed to pick up on something being amiss, the maid stiffening before turning to look upwards with a narrowed glare until Alexander sighed, dryly stating, "Relax, I've got this."

Focusing on his Rigging he tried to properly control it without TB's help, his movements still a bit stiff and unwieldy but ultimately bearing fruit as a blue tendril of sinious material reached outwards, splitting into two parts and undoing a pair of screws covering the overhead ventilation-

-and with a comedic crash allowed four figures to come spilling out of it like water from a slide, yelps and grunts coinciding with a pile of bodies now resting on his carpet, Laffey atop the mountain of Z23, Javelin and Ayanami as she shamelessly met his gaze with an innocent expression.

"Getting flashbacks to the Bakunawa right now…you do know you can knock on my door, right?"

"How come Laffey didn't get a present?"

Feeling his lips twitch with barely restrained mirth at the Destroyer's monofocus he amusedly replied, "Did you want one?"

"Laffey would like for you to take her on a date on Christmas eve, Alexander."

"..."

"..."

"...oh, okay then? I'll be busy until three and will have to make the rounds until eight but after that we have the rest of the night, not to mention I finally got a morning off afterwards."

"Perfect. Laffey will be expecting to be picked up at eight. Bye."

Hauling her trio of blinking and shellshocked friends out the front door Alexander couldn't help but quietly process the whirlwind of events, eventually stating, "So…that happened."

To his surprise Shoukaku and Scylla seemed a bit awkward and unsure of what to say or do, the maid clearing her throat before stating, "This puts us in a bit of a bind, Master…"

"Huh? How so?"

Shoukaku added, "While I cannot speak directly for her I imagine Lady Nagato was hoping to use the holidays to spend time with you away from both of your regular duties…I imagine Her Majesty Elizabeth was in a similar state of mind."

The Aloadae felt his eyes widen at their words.

"Oh. Shit."

Thankfully Scylla seemed to take pity on him, the maid offering a reassuring smile as she remarked, "It would be cruel to ask Miss Laffey to withdraw her request after it has been granted and strictly between us Her Majesty has been dithering about how best to request some of your personal time for far too long, this should motivate her to be more proactive."

"I will advise Lady Nagato of similar tidings. But all the same, Commander…"

Here both Shoukaku and Scylla smirked in unison, the gesture dangerous in its meaning.

"Do try to set aside time for new years. I imagine it will be quite the busy time, if you insist in caring for us so intimately."

Helena gulped at her two companion's boldness before offering a hasty salute and leading the pair out of the office, present clasped tight to her chest as Shoukaku and Scylla followed…both Shipgirls allowing their hips to sway in a way that was deliberately enticing.

"...Kirishima?"

"Yes, Shikikan-dono?"

"Merry Christmas. And am I a two-timing scumbag?"

Manifesting from nowhere and accepting his gift with a reverent gesture the Kunoichi slowly replied, "You remind me more of a particularly affectionate warlord, Shikikan-dono. As we Shipgirls are, at our cores, made to do battle one who commands us yet also cherishes so clearly is one who many cannot deny, at least not for long."

A pleased hum left the Sakura as she beheld her gift, a book on various styles of dance throughout the ages.

"A discerning warlord at that. How did you-"

"When you're close with Émile, you're close with anyone who has even the slightest passing interest in dancing."

A noise of understanding passed through the woman's mask, Alexander wryly reflecting that no Warlord he'd heard of got bossed and bullied around by his wive's whims.

"So how do I look?"

"Quite dashing and festive, another one of my greatest works, if I may be permitted a bit of self-congratulating."

Belfast nodded in satisfaction at Alexander's costume, a Shipgirl take on Santa Claus as while he was sporting the iconic red trousers and overcoat along with black boots the rest was…not standard.

His Rigging was adorned with tassels and streamers, some kind of coloring added to his gelatinous limbs so that instead of bright blue they were a mix of gold, green and red while a finely crafted helm in the image of Saint Nick's would cover up his features, affording him the 'plausible deniability' of not actually going about and mingling with the troops as The Commander.

Basically everyone but the drunkest of partiers would know it was him but the Maid Corp had impressed upon him the importance of creating and holding onto an image.

"Anything fun planned with Enterprise tonight, Belfast?"

"The two of us will be meeting with many of the Maid Corp and the Union Carrier divisions, we've rented out a bar just for ourselves and will go somewhere more…private for the remainder of the night~."

Slipping on the helmet and appreciating how easily it breathed compared to his more combat oriented one the Aloadae heard a brief rustling of cloth, turning around to see if the Cruiser needed help with anything-

-and blinked as she had somehow found the time to switch out of her maid attire into a rather cute getup of tan sweater, fashionable black skirt and leggings with a red cap atop her head, the male sighing as he dryly remarked, "Is it sad that I'm no longer surprised at the magic you pull?"

"It is a bit tragic that I lack ways to wow you on a consistent basis. Perhaps this will suffice?"

Gracefully spinning on her heel and creating a show that was every bit the rival of what Émile could pull off Belfast struck a pose at the end, smirking his direction as Curtis lamented, "Alas, the eagle has claimed her prey and keeps it outside my grasp. I'm actually quite jealous of Enterprise."

"Ever the flatterer, Master Alexander."

"Just a speaker of the truth. Now get going and try to take at least twenty four hours off once in a year."

He gently but insistently pushed the woman out the door, smirking at her exasperated expression before slamming it in her face, heading to where they had stored tonight's entertainment with a quickly forming wild grin.

"Yeah…time to cut loose a little bit."

"Are you sure he's going to be here on time, Laffey? I mean it's almost eight and we would be able to hear if he was on his way…"

Trying to ignore Javelin's perfectly sensible and probably correct comment Laffey continued to sip from her coke and watch the holiday square, a sprawling and chaotic mix of celebrating soldiers, Shipgirls and civilians as they took part in booths, games and competitions as the refurbished and reconstructed - as well as massively scaled down - weather control device hummed not far away, creating a pleasant draft of cool air and falling snow that would make the night all the more magical if her date would, well…show up.

"Laffey wasn't stood up, right?"

Trying not to consider what she could readily admit was a silly worry she barely noticed Javelin shaking her arm until cries of excitement and intrigue drew her from her thoughts, gazing upwards as a shooting star raced across the sky…until it darted downwards in a blaze of Christmas colored light, coming to a stop above the square where it hovered in place like a buff Santa Claus with a jetpack, Laffey blinking at the sight as an artificially boosted voice proclaimed, "Hoh hoh hoh, Azur Lane, have you been naughty or nice? After all, nice gets you a glass of milk cookies…"

One holiday themed tentacle held up a boring plate of one glass of milk and dollar store cookies.

"And naughty gets you egg nog and brandy!"

Several other tentacles unfurled from the figure's back as an enormous cooler strapped to their spine pointedly shifted.

"So what is it, Azur Lane? Naughty or nice?!"

The gathered crowd - consisting of more than a few off duty soldiers who were already pretty deep into their booze rations - simultaneously roared, "NAUGHTY!" and reaped the rewards of their declaration, the mecha Claus descending to the ground and passing around countless bottles of nog and brandy, shouts and laughter filling the air as he did so.

"Appreciate you stopping by, Saint Nick, sir!"

"You read my Christmas list perfectly, sir!"

"Who needs reindeer when you got that fancy contraption, eh, sir?"

Z23 stared with a sort of mute awe at the scene, promptly stating, "The stress of the job finally got to him. He's lost it."

"Kind of a cool entrance, though."

Laffey nodded in agreement with Ayanami.

"Badass. And carrying booze, so double badass."

She faced her three friends, flashing them a victory sign and small smile.

"Thanks for waiting with Laffey. See you tomorrow."

Javelin promptly engulfed her in a hug as Ayanami and Z23 waved, the trio departing to their own Christmas itineraries as the Union Destroyer languidly strolled towards where Alexander was inspiring the troops, the egg nog and brandy disappearing at a rapid rate - Cleveland, Prinz Heinreich and Ping Hai making off with a lion's share - as she tugged at his pant leg, the festive helm turning her way as she could practically feel Alexander's smile beneath it, never breaking character as he grandly proclaimed, "And now for the naughtiest of all, a select stocking full of coal!"

Pulling a bottle from his backpack Laffey instantly perked as she recognized it as sherry, grabbing onto the drink with a decisive nod as she heard the Aloadae mentally comment, "Give me a moment to finish up here, then we'll go."

She nodded in agreement, popped the cork on her sherry…and clambered up onto his back before wrapping her legs around his neck, Alexander pausing for a moment before remaining perfectly in character, proclaiming, "It seems I have a little helper, what do Santa's helpers do?"

Laffey was no meek and withdrawn Shipgirl, the crowd recognizing her at a glance as both Shipgirl and Human alike began to shout, "CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!"

She idly regarded the sherry, reflecting that it wasn't really the kind of drink you went about guzzling…and decided that had never stopped her before, throwing her head back and downing the whole thing in less than ten seconds, enjoying the warmth that filled her body as the crowd whooped and hollered as she triumphantly held the empty bottle above her head like a defeated foe, deciding this Christmas was going to be one to remember.

"You've been pent up, Alexander."

"Odd choice of words, but go on."

Sitting on his lap and sipping at a steaming, spiked mug of apple cider the Destroyer elaborated with, "You were being goofy earlier."

Glancing at where his Saint Nick helmet innocently rested on the firepit he and Laffey were sprawled out next to the male thoughtfully commented, "I was a dockworker before all of this, a war orphan at that. You tend to do a lot of stupid shit in order to have a good time with your buddies…and trust me when I say leaving a bunch of manchildren alone for any length of time with access to heavy machinery is a recipe for tomfoolery."

He couldn't help but chuckle as Laffey leaned back into his chest with a clear intent to snuggle from where she was perched on his lap, demanding, "Like what?"

"Well you know those big coastal cranes?"

"Yup."

"One of our guys was a locksmith and welder, he rigged up this lock that only worked once you slammed the door to the cabin shut, so our guy was locked up in there until he played our little scavenger hunt and found the key."

"...The punchline?"

He fondly smirked at that particular memory.

"Guy was afraid of snakes. We put one in the cabin next to the key."

Laffey took a sip, nodding along with the tale.

"Laffey approves. She might try that with Javelin soon…"

Instantly regretting his own retelling Alexander instead laced his arms behind his head, kicking his feet up next to the fire and watching the island slowly but surely wind down for the night, a few final fireworks going off as the ambient music and attractions began to shutter themselves, the hours long party at last coming to an end as only a few final holdouts remained around firepits and bars, he and Laffey taking refuge in one of the more distant ones close to his residence as they just idly chatted.

And on that note…

"Do you have any plans going forward, Laffey? Long term goals or anything? We're starting to work out the framework of a rotating roster of Shipgirls who'll be on duty and off and all of you might actually have a significant number of days or weeks to do whatever."

The Destroyer paused, considering her answer between gulps of her cider before stating, "Laffey wants to take her friends on a tour of the Union, seeing the sights and bar hopping."

A contemplative expression appeared on her features.

"Despite being a Union Shipgirl Laffey never really saw more than the coastlines and islands…you made Laffey want to see it when you reminded Laffey that she got to be the hero for lots of people."

Sheepishly stroking his chin Alexander remarked, "Sorry, I probably laid it on pretty thick with the whole hero worship angle, huh?"

"No, Laffey really likes it. Do you know where Laffey and her friends should start if they go on their tour?"

"Well if it's bar hopping you want and you have a stomach for the harder stuff…"

He felt his lips pull up in a smile.

"Kentucky is a good place to start."

"Mmm. Laffey will remember that. Maybe Laffey can score some free drinks as a war hero?"

"In all honesty they'll probably want to see your ID card before your veterancy. Serving minors is a no go in most public establishments."

The Destroyer pouted at that teasing remark-

-and promptly released a large yawn, downing the rest of her cider before lacing her arms around Alexander's neck, murmuring, "Laffey is ready to sleep. She had fun tonight, Alexander…"

"Same here, Laffey. I'll drop you off at the dorms."

"Too far, Laffey will crash in your house…"

About to comment that they were roughly the same distance he gave it up as a bad job as the little Shipgirl began to lightly snore, figuring that after the amount of stuff he'd had to drink sleeping it off on the couch would be comfortably nostalgic. Enhanced constitution or not he had really indulged with a bevy of cocktails and the like and was feeling a bit fuzzy in the head.

Which meant he'd probably downed enough shots to kill a normal person.

"Well, I guess Laffey will be able to lord it over the rest of the base that she got to sleep in the Commander's bed and cause all SORTS of misunderstandings. Joy."

Drunk enough to find that though amusing rather than apocalyptic he began the long walk back towards his house, helmet clasped to his side as the Destroyer clung to his back, gently snoring as the Aloadae admired the warmth and feeling of her body against his, the scent of alcohol and a subtle perfume-

"Woah, okay. Easy does it there, horndog. You've already accumulated enough questionable karma by impersonating Santa Claus and encouraging naughtiness, let's not go lusting after MORE of your subordinates."

Shaking his head free of the thought he instead glanced towards the reconstructed weather control device, still a bit iffy on the concept but more amenable to the idea of small scale recreations like this one. Something that could affect massive plots of land was both an incredible boon but also ripe for abuse, maybe sticking to tinier variations for agriculture was the safer option?

"Then again I'm probably just blowing this out of proportion, given how things currently stand. We barely managed to throw together this version in time for the holidays because we had the original wreckage and the Neo Sirens shared the blueprints."

Blueprints he had sealed under a couple hundred security measures alongside a great many other inventions, incidentally.

"Hoo boy, holiday isn't even over yet and I'm already back to thinking about work. When did I become so boring?"

"Laffey can help with that."

Unlocking the door to his residence and striding inside the Aloadae languidly replied, "Well unless you're a miracle worker I don't see how-wait, you're awake?"

"Laffey technically never fell asleep."

Slipping off of his back the Destroyer took a curious look around his home, Alexander reflecting that she wasn't really going to find much. The only real personalization he'd added to the place was in his bedroom, where a collection of photos of the Shipgirls, Azur Lane and just a general smorgasbord of events around the island had come to dominate.

He really didn't come here to do much else other than sleep and eat, after all.

"...A bit boring."

"Yeah, unfortunately I don't get to spend too much time in here. That might change in the future as we get more of Azur Lane's affairs in order but realistically…we'll probably just find more issues."

"Mmm…bedtime."

"The bathroom is over there if you-and you're taking me with you, cool."

Dragged along by the Destroyer the door to his room was pushed open, Laffey spinning on her heel and facing him directly with an expression that seemed…mildly frustrated?

"Laffey didn't plan this far ahead. Time to be bold."

"Does-"

Before he could ask whatever it was he was thinking of asking the Destroyer reached up and undid the tie of her Christmas dress, a simple thing that covered her body and looked fairly comfy, which was what he had expected of the sleepy Shipgirl.

What was beneath it?

Stimulating, in a word. Long, white stockings that rode high on her thighs. High-waisted, nearly sheer panties the color of snow while two puffs of fabric barely covered her petite chest, attached to a choker that had a length of fabric ending in a bell while a deft motion of her fingers had her silky and wild hair falling about her slim shoulders, bunny headband still in place and just really finishing the whole display in an erotically artful way.

"Laffey, what are you-"

His palm met his face.

"Never mind, I know exactly what this is, what I meant to ask is if you're sure-"

He cut off that line of inquiry just as fast as Laffey arched an eyebrow.

"Fuck it, I'm out of questions. A little help?"

Cocking her head the Destroyer matched to his bed, bent over and presented her very tempting ass for his viewing pleasure.

"Not that help."

Cheek pinking slightly Laffey slowly abandoned the posture, explaining, "Laffey…likes how Alexander made her feel warm with his stories, compliments and friendliness. Laffey also doesn't know if she loves Alexander but knows she wants to feel like a woman."

He didn't get much more explanation than that and to be honest he was amazed he got as much as he did…the Destroyer was a girl of few words, after all.

And to hell with it. He was drunk, turned on and hopefully ready to face whatever consequences of this night dropped into his lap down the road.

"Okay, I'm more than happy to show you a good time, Laffey. Hell, I'd even go so far as to say honored. But you know…"

Letting some inebriated playfulness come to fore he took a step forward, towering over the blinking Shipgirl.

"It's Christmas and you've been admittedly naughty. You know what naughty girls get, right?"

While he'd expected a lazy response or a joke about how he was over acting again he most definitely was NOT expecting a full body shiver from the Destroyer and hitched breath, Laffey's eyes going wide before she quietly murmured, "Mmm…Laffey likes being called a bad bunny…"

"Oh no. Did I just awaken something?"

To his equally growing horror and arousal Laffey continued to mutter, "It's Christmas and Laffey was kidnapped by Santa Claus…but Nimi always talked about Krampus if Laffey didn't throw away the recycling when it was Laffey's turn, has Laffey been kidnapped by the monster and been taken to its lair in order to be punished?"

"Oh shit it's spiraled into something uncontrollable."

Quickly bending over the bed once more and shaking her cute butt the Union Destroyer sported probably the most blatant 'fuck me' eyes he'd seen to date, the Aloadae taking a deep breath before announcing, "Sorry, we'll go hardcore later if you want but foreplay first."

"...Aww-"

Laffey's brief noise of disappointment melted away as he bent low, gently guiding her into a soft kiss as his much larger tongue dominated her own, the Aloadae humming in contemplation at her taste. Spicy and with a bit of fire to it, no doubt as a result of all the alcohol she had been downing all night.

She was also surprisingly subservient, softly breathing as she allowed him to explore her mouth and throat, tracing her gums and wrapping her petite tongue within his own, tugging the muscle to and fro as Laffey began to squirm beneath him with increasingly needy movements, breathing hard and fast as he continued to tease and arouse her.

And it wasn't just his tongue that was busy, the male letting his hands wander and explore her compact form with casual, languid motions that were clearly getting the Destroyer hot and bothered.

Slow caresses of her soft legs, traveling the length of the silky material before teasing the brief expanse of flesh preceding her intimate areas, trailing up her ribs and slipping beneath the fluffy pom poms that covered her chest, caressing the tiny but painfully stiff nubs that stood atop her chest…the Shipgirl quickly began to set aside passivity in favor of returning his passion, an endearing state of affairs that ran in quite the contrast to Laffey's usual sedate attitude.

Pulling away from the kiss with a wet pop and smirking as a line of saliva fell onto the Destroyer's chin and collarbone he teased, "Getting all hot and bothered, Laffey?"

"Mmm…Commander Alexander is being a mean monster…"

"Well I should at least go ahead and show just how monstrous I can actually be, huh?"

Before the Shipgirl could eagerly nod her assent he grabbed her cute little legs by the ankles and sat cross legged on the floor, flipping the bunny girl so that she landed on her back right next to his erect length, cute little pussy already dripping wet and causing her lingerie to cling to its puffy outline as he spread her legs wide, grinning wildly at what he saw.

"I'm pretty sure the big bad monster devours the little girl at some point, right?"

Rather than wait for an answer he matched actions with words, dipping low and sealing his lips over her covered cunt as a sharp gasp escaped his partner's throat.

"Hmm…when given permission I think I might be just a little bit sadistic."

Shrugging to himself he continued with what he was doing, delighting in the way Laffey's legs flexed and trembled in his grasp, instinctively trying to keep his face pressed into her slit as he instead took his time, tongue tracing the edges of the silky and dripping material, almost but not quite slipping beneath the fabric as he teased her outer folds, alternating between her weeping hole and nipping at her inner thighs as the Destroyer began to heave for breath, denied any form of true release but repeatedly brought to the edge of climax, mouth parting to no doubt ask him to stop being such a bastard-

-and he nosed aside her panties, sucking on her exposed clit as an uncharacteristic yelp left the Destroyer, body going rigid as her muscles struck a half point between rigid and spasming, relaxing just a few seconds later as the Aloadae didn't loosen his hold in the slightest, smirking down at the Shipgirl.

"How are you enjoying the monster's lair so far, Laffey?"

Face flushed an adorable hue of pink and red the Destroyer didn't verbally respond, simply turning her head and messily licking his twitching length, cute tongue running up and down his girth like she was working over a cone of ice cream.

Not one to let his partner do all the work with no reward he dove back into her now uncovered pussy, messily licking and massaging her folds, savoring the Destroyer's taste as his tongue dove deep into her body, Laffey's hole almost crushingly snug and tight even to that particular organ as she enthusiastically lavished her attention on his cock, inexperienced but adorable in her eagerness, the angle she was kept at meaning she couldn't fit most of him inside her mouth but that didn't keep the Shipgirl from trying her best to pleasure his dick with cute sweeps and circles of her tongue, Alexander not quite ready to burst but feeling more than a little pent up as his imagination - fueled by both Laffey's words and a fair amount of alcohol - conjured up all sorts of interesting and inappropriate positions he could bend the rabbit into.

And as she once more moaned and trembled with the onset of an intense orgasm he decided to let his lust get the better of him, seeing as how Laffey had seemed pretty into that.

Even as she was still coming down from her sensory high he lifted her into the air, their disparate heights meaning instead of looping her leg over his shoulder he placed it flat against his chest, the other free hand gently but firmly grasping the Destroyer's neck and using it as an improvised handhold as he lined up their genitals, erect cock brushing past her weeping folds and smacking firmly against her stomach, the Shipgirl briefly snapping out her orgasmic trance at the situation before looking down at the massive organ…and to the male's continued arousal started to pant, pale skin flushing with excitement as her hips wiggled slightly, breathlessly gasping, "Alexander, Laffey's been a bad bunny, Laffey wants to be filled up and corrected-hah~?!"

Yet another novel yelp of delight left the Destroyer, Alexander's flared head forcing its way into her cunt as she was overcome by and indescribably wonderful pressure that struck a wonderful middle ground between painful and rapturous, her snug little hole twitching and grasping at the invading flesh as the Aloadae didn't cut her any slack in the slightest, pulling her against his pelvis as Laffey was slowly speared by a phallus that looked impossibly large for such a small body to handle but was accepted nonetheless, drool and a half-lidded gaze suggesting that she was enjoying the rough treatment while Alexander himself was no better, the whole experience making it easy to fantasize that he was using the girl as a glorified sleeve and that she was loving every second of it, panting and begging for more as a welcome and familiar tightness that was common to the smaller Shipgirls assailed his dick from every angle, cock sliding ever deeper as he claimed more and more of the rabbit's insides-

-and with a final, pleased hiss he came to a stop, buried balls deep within his woman for the night as she all but convulsed around his length, short and sharp gasps escaping Laffey as he finally trusted his self-control enough to gaze down at his handiwork…and almost blew his load immediately.

It never ceased to amaze him - as well as drive him near crazy with lust - how durable the Shipgirls were, Laffey's loins bulging outwards as her cute little body vainly tried to handle his size, ridged walls caressing his cock with a vice grip as he slightly wiggled his hips to and fro, groaning as the Destroyer's insides flexed and shifted with the motion.

"Laffey…Laffey is going to-"

A high-pitched whimper emanated from the Union girl's throat as Alexander almost doubled over, her cunt fluttering and clamping with desperate strength as yet another climax left the bunny gasping for air.

"Now it's just not fair that you get to have all the fun, Laffey."

Fairly certain his partner didn't comprehend a single word he just said he instead slowly and gradually pulled his cock free, sighing in bliss as the pale-haired girl's pussy clung and scraped to his withdrawing glans-

-before a sharp thrust forward reopened freshly expanded walls, Laffey grunting as the Aloadae shut his eyes in pure euphoria, the head of his girth experiencing that unique mix of mild pain and overwhelming pleasure as it shoved deep into the Destroyer's womb, restraint completely and utterly lost as he pounded into her with reckless abandon, the sight and sound of their groins smacking together, her sexy little body and alluring costume intermixed with rapid inflating and deflating of her flat belly causing the male's balls to tense and pulse, his own orgasm arriving with the force of an artillery shell as he shot the Shipgirl's insides full of his seed, eyes squeezed shut and teeth grit as a final few thrusts that were more base instinct than they were conscious prolonged the experience.

"Fuck…that was something else…"

Chuckling at Laffey's state - the Destroyer's eyes glazed, mouth open and tongue hanging loose as drool coated her chin - the Aloadae has to appreciate the fact that Wisdom Cube girls made a nice mix of both durable and highly sensitive.

A fact he appreciated so much that he pushed Laffey flat onto her back, readjusted his angle and began going to town on the girl, droplets of his cum and arousal squelching out of her cunt due to the force of his assault as befuddled grunts and gasps escaped the petite female, so overwhelmed by the sensory overload that she really couldn't do anything to stop his partaking of her body.

"So basically I get to do whatever I want with this sexy Christmas bunny tonight? Best, gift, ever."

With that perverse and highly delighted thought Alexander got to work on ensuring he could slake every last drop of lust he could muster, the Destroyer his to play with until - many hours later - he all but passed out.

Yawning pleasantly Janus lightly slapped her cheeks, reminding herself that if the head maid ever saw such a sight while on the job she would never let her live it down.

Of course, that was reliant on the head maid being awake to see such a momentary lapse and miss Belfast was currently sleeping off a rare night with her beloved, something none of the Maid Corps were in any hurry to interrupt.

So instead the Shipgirl lightly rapped on the Commander's front door, shaking off the last bit of sleepiness she possessed as a small, relaxed smile adorned her features. The night before had been pleasant and relaxing, hardly any missteps, missed social cues or scary accidents finding her as Janus even felt herself slightly swaying in place to a nice Christmas song she had heard.

…For almost a minute.

Hesitating before knocking once again the maid softly called out, "Master Alexander? Are you awake?"

Dithering for a moment before attempting to push open the door she found it to be unlocked, slowly and silently walking inside as silence aside from light breathing greeted her ears, Janus relaxing slightly as it seemed reasonable the Commander had merely fallen asleep after a long and busy night.

…Although there was a strange scent in the house that she couldn't place, the maid delicately sniffing as she set out a kettle of tea to boil.

"It's so…musky?"

Blushing scarlet as she worried that she was inhaling her master's male scent like some lewd voyeur Janus eventually worked up the courage to cautiously push open the Commander's bedroom door, knocking on the frame as she did while nervously announcing, "Master Alexander? It's your early morning wake up call, are you decent?"

"Mmm…no, not really."

"A-ah, then I shall leave you be-"

Slowly and blearily rising from the bed haphazardly placed sheets fell from the Aloadae's body, Janus feeling her face turn a fantastic shade of red as she beheld his form, all taut muscle and broad definition as a small squeak left her lips-

-and a second, smaller form shuffled between his legs, Janus quickly identifying the shape as that of Laffey, the Union Destroyer releasing a jaw cracking yawn as the maid almost fainted on the spot, mind making several quick connections in rapid fire succession.

The smell, their nudity, the white and dried over splatters all around Laffey's mouth and lower half…

And the slightest of swells to her stomach, as if she had overindulged in something.

"Laffey smells something good…"

Janus watched with wide eyes as her fellow Destroyer languidly stretched, arching her back with a contented expression…as something white and viscous dripped out of her bare nether regions.

"Ah. Laffey apologizes. Laundry day will be difficult."

The newly awoken pair watched as the Royal Maid collapsed on the spot, eyes swirling and expression overwhelmed.

Just another day at the office, really.

Merry Christmas, and a very naughty chapter indeed! Was originally gonna do a chapter about Akagi and Empress but with the Laffey II electric boogaloo event going on I just had to course correct.

Gonna get a lot of negative karma for this one lol.