The next morning, I blearily rolled out of bed, still feeling a slight hangover from last night's drinking. As I ran back through the events, I let out a long groan when I remembered I'd told Gangut I loved her. I also remembered just as quickly that she'd brushed it off, chalking it up to me being drunk. While that would hopefully avoid any awkward moments between us, it carried the inevitably of her giving me a good ribbing over the next few days. In all fairness, however, I think I would have rather endured that instead of any sort of lingering discomfort between us.

It was not to be, however. After getting ready for the day, I opened the door, expecting to find Gangut waiting for me. Instead, I saw Pamiat waiting for me, an awkward smile on her face. "Hey, Commander," she greeted me with a small wave. "Ready to get started?"

My heart sank into my stomach as I realized this was going to be much, much worse than a few uncomfortable moments between us. "Uh…where's…where's Gangut?" I already suspected the answer, but I had to know.

Pamiat fidgeted as she tried to find the best way to break the news to me. "She…said she was feeling under the weather?" she weakly offered.

I stared at her for another moment until she cracked. "Alright, alright! She said something happened between you two last night and she needs some time apart so she can sort things out, okay?" She let out an exasperated sigh and placed her hands on her hips. "What did happen between you two, anyway?"

Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit! Goddamn drunken idiot. I couldn't believe I was dumb enough to just blurt that out like that. What happened to a carefully curated crucible? "I, uh, I got drunk with her last night and I may have blurted out that I love her," I sheepishly answered.

"Well, do you?"

Pamiat's question took me by surprise. "I-I mean, yeah," I stammered. "She's warm and kind and comforting. I thought we had something early on, but…"

"Revolution?"

"Yeah." I guess everyone was familiar with that argument.

Pamiat sighed heavily and shook her head. "One of these days, I swear…" she muttered before she pushed it out of her mind, clapping her hands together as she gave me a broad smile. "In any case, no point sitting around, moping about it! Work work work! That'll take your mind off things!"

I nodded in agreement, hoping that I would be able to lose myself in my work, rather than my sorrows or fears.

As it turned out, I would not. No matter how much I tried to bury myself in my work, I couldn't help but keep replaying last night over and over in my head, nor could I stop myself from worrying about what Gangut would decide. I also wasn't very good at internalizing my concern because two hours into the work day, Pamiat let out an aggrieved sigh as she pushed her chair back.

"Alright," she declared as she began rifling through the drawers on Gangut's desk. "I can't take this pity party you've got going on over there. Gonna get you one of the top ways of healing a broken heart, Northern Parliament-style!"

"And what would that be?" I drolled as I watched her continue to check that desk from top to bottom.

Pamiat let out a victorious little gasp as she moved a false bottom from one of the drawers and pulled out a bottle of vodka. "This!" she announced proudly, setting it down with a thump.

Immediately, I emphatically shook my head. "That's what got me in trouble last night. No. You said 'one of', what are the other ways?"

Her lips pursed as she thought of the alternatives. "Well, if getting drunk doesn't work, the other option is to die gloriously in a hopeless battle against overwhelming odds."

"...I'll take the vodka."

"Smart choice." Pamiat pulled out a couple of glasses, cracked open the bottle, and poured us a couple of shots. She set mine down on my desk as she held hers up in salute. "To broken hearts!"

"To never getting drunk again," I replied sourly before downing the alcohol in a single gulp. When Pamiat moved to refill it, I covered the glass with my hand. "That's enough for now," I declined. "We've got work to do, and I don't want to have to explain why I was drunk on duty." As the cruiser frowned, I gave her a soft smile. "I appreciate the gesture, though. Maybe after work, we can share the rest of the bottle…and then get Gangut a new one."

That seemed to mollify her for a bit, at least, and she nodded as she screwed the cap back on. "Suit yourself, Commander."

As odd as it may sound, that drink did help me focus on my work. Not because I suddenly forgot my problems, but because I was so worried that I'd make an alcohol-related error that I had no other option than to buckle down and pay attention.

Work continued at a good pace for another two hours, and lunch was fast approaching. I was going over the latest fuel reports when the door to the office slammed open, crashing against the wall with such force that Pamiat and I both practically jumped out of our seats.

Standing in the doorway was Gangut, her ruby eyes blazing with a barely contained passion as she loudly declared, "COMRADES!"

"G-Gangut!" I stammered, trying to get my heart rate under control. "W-what are-"

"Let's get to the point!" she bellowed as she strode towards me. "Comrade, I was struck by your brilliance, and thus I fell for you! And now, I face the challenge of how to express my feelings for you! Here, Comrade, accept my embrace!"

With that declaration, she hauled me to my feet and pulled me into a fierce hug, holding me tightly before pushing me back against the wall. Before I could even so much as wince from the impact, she was on me again, her lips pressed against mine in a passionate, hungry kiss. Any doubts, questions, or fears I had were set aside-they could wait for later. I responded to the kiss in kind, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly.

Meanwhile, Pamiat was slowly backing out of the room. "I, uh, I'll just give you two some privacy, then. Maybe just…close off this whole corridor."

Neither Gangut nor I were paying attention at this point, however, both of us lost in the moment, exploring each other's mouths and bodies as we made out. My hands roamed up and down her tight-fitting outfit, caressing and squeezing her plush curves and earning several soft moans of approval.

When we finally broke the kiss, Gangut glanced behind her to confirm Pamiat had shut the door behind her, her crimson gaze lingering on the bottle of vodka on her desk. "During the day, Comrade?" she asked, a snow-white eyebrow raised.

"I was told it was a good way to help with heartbreak," I shyly admitted.

"And the other option?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I caught the look and began to grin. "Didn't want to do anything rash until I knew one way or another."

"Good," she smiled and nodded. "It would be a shame if you died before I was able to do this."

With a sweep of her arm, she shoved everything off of my desk before she threw me atop it, my legs dangling off of the edge. She pushed them apart, standing in between them as she removed her cape and tossed it aside. Her gloved hands began to work my belt as her eyes met mine, reflecting the lust and desire we both felt.

Once my belt had been undone, she tugged down on her uniform, her voluptuous breasts springing free. I let out a soft gasp, my arousal swiftly rising as I stared at those perfect orbs. "You seemed so fond of them during our last encounter, Comrade," she grinned wolfishly as she reached down to caress me through my pants and felt the effect she was having on me. "Mmmm, and I see you're just as fond of them now."

"They're beautiful," I moaned softly, "Just like the rest of you."

Her cheeks flushed a shade darker than they already were as she tugged at my pants, eager to slip both them and my underwear off of me. I swiftly kicked off my shoes and lifted my hips, and Gangut swiftly undressed my lower half, my manhood springing out as she freed it from its fabric prison. Naked desire gleamed in her eyes, and she licked her lips as she slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. A shiver ran up my spine and I gasped softly as she gave it a few slow strokes.

"Mmm," she purred. "I have missed this. Let's try something new today, though…" Before I could ask what she meant by that, she lowered her head down on my shaft, her soft lips sealing around it. Her tongue swirled around my member, coating it in her saliva as it sent waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, my back arching as I felt myself pulse and throb within the hot, wet confines of her mouth.

Gangut pulled herself off of me as she chuckled, her hand quickly replacing her lips as she held me steady. "So eager, Comrade. I wonder how long you'll last." On her knees, she scooted forward, placing my length in between her soft and heavy breasts. Another moan filled the office as I felt my member engulfed by her pliable warmth, pressing in around me from all sides.

With an almost deliberate slowness, she began to move her bust up and down, sending another jolt of ecstasy through my body as I let out a loud groan.

"Has no one ever done this for you, Comrade?" Gangut panted as she continued to move along my shaft, her fingers teasing her nipples.

I let out another moan before I shook my head. "N-never…ah!" I gasped, my hips beginning to thrust into her cleavage as well, timed with her movements.

"I would ask how you are enjoying this so far," she grinned, "but the look on your face tells me all I need to know."

I chuckled weakly until she changed tactics, moving each breast up and down in counterpoint to one another, the sudden sensation making my toes curl. "Oh, fuck!" I cried out.

"Language, Comrade," she teased, increasing her pace.

I was too far gone at that point to think of a reply. I could feel my release growing ever closer, boiling up inside me. I wouldn't be long now, and we both knew it. "G-Gangut…I'm…"

"Then let it go, Misha, give it all to Gangut." She leaned her head down and placed a tender kiss on the tip of my member the next time it poked from her glorious bosom. That was all it took.

With a wordless cry of release, I came hard, my seed splattering all over my lover's face and breasts. She continued to pump my shaft as it spurted jet after jet until she was satisfied there was nothing for me to give her. With one last playful lick, she let my member slip from her cleavage and she leaned back, looking for something to wipe herself off with.

I laid my head back down on the desk, staring at the ceiling for a few moments, still feeling everything twitching as I came down from my orgasm. After taking in a shuddering breath, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at Gangut just in time to see her finish cleaning herself off. "What does 'Misha' mean?"

She looked up from her handiwork and gave me a somewhat puzzled stare. "Hm?"

"You told me, 'let it go Misha'," I replied as I sat up and moved to the edge of the desk.

A flash of recognition passed through her ruby eyes. "Oh, that," she chuckled. "It is the diminutive of Mikhail. It is also slang for 'bear'."

"Oh?" I asked as I slipped off the table and slowly crawled toward her. "Is that what I am? Your bear?"

She reached out to me, a lustful smile on her lips as she ran her hand through my hair. "If you wish to be."

"I do," I smiled at her, placing my hand atop hers. "And this bear's looking some honey."

She threw her head back and laughed uproariously at my god-awful pickup line. "Come then, Comrade Misha," she grinned as she spread her legs and leaned back, "Eat your fill."

I ran my hands along her stockings, up her thighs, steadily heading toward the bright spot of her panties, a shimmering white with those cute little hearts on it. Idly, I wondered how the best and sexiest way to remove everything would be, but Gangut had thought of that ahead of time.

As my hands drew closer, she reached down and tore the stockings open, giving me easy access to the undergarments beneath, which I could already see were damp with her nectar. I slowly ran my finger along the indentation of her lower lips in the fabric, prompting a gasp and a low moan from my Northern lover as she began to squirm beneath me.

"Do not tease me, Misha," she purred. "I have waited so long to feel your tongue…"

Wasting no more time, I gave her a lustful grin before I dove down between her legs, moving her panties to the side to expose her folds, glistening with arousal. I leaned in and took a long, slow lick, savoring my first taste of her. Gangut's whole body shuddered and I heard her moan, long and low, as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"That's it," she groaned as I continued to lap at her sex, my tongue parting her folds, exploring every inch of her. "Oh, bozhe moi!"

I smiled up at her, watching as she squirmed and writhed on the office floor, the way her breasts jiggled with each shuddering breath, the way her thighs quivered around me, her back arching up off the ground as I found some new pleasurable spot. God, there is nothing sexier than watching your lover reveling in the pleasure you give them.

Eventually, my tongue found the right spot, and I began to focus my attentions, my tongue lapping, licking, probing, and circling the area. Gangut's moans increased, as did her grip on my hair, pulling me into her as her hips ground against my face. I moaned with her, the vibrations sending a new sensation through her as she let out a soft cry of pleasure. I could feel her juices running down my chin, dripping into the carpet, and by the sounds of her quickening breaths and moans, I knew she was close.

"Misha…Misha…" she whimpered, her thighs quivering around my head. "I…I…" Her warning turned into a wail of sheer joy as she climaxed, her thighs clamping around my head like a vice, her hands tugging at her nipples. I continued to devour her, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her body the way she had done for me. When her cries had faded and she lay flat against the floor once more, I gave her one last lick before I pulled back, getting back onto my hands and knees.

"Oh, Comrade," she sighed happily, giggling at the heady orgasm she'd just experienced. "Why didn't you tell me you were so good at that?"

"You never asked," I playfully grinned as I slowly crawled atop her.

Gangut opened her mouth to reply, but whatever she was going to say was swiftly forgotten as she caught sight of my arousal. Her mouth promptly shut and a devious grin spread across her face as she reached between us to grab my stiff member. "Mmmm…well, how about I ask for this instead?"

"It would be my pleasure," I grinned back, letting her guide me to her still-wet entrance.

"No, Comrade," she breathed, "It will be our pleasure."

I laughed softly, the sound quickly changing into a moan as I slipped inside her, feeling her warm, wet, walls clamping around me, welcoming me. We moved as one, her hips grinding against mine as I thrust inside her, the office quickly filling with the sounds of our moans and soft cries of ecstasy.

"God, this feels so good," I groaned, much to my partner's delight.

"It's about to get that much better," she cooed, wrapping her legs around my waist. The second she was wrapped around me, she quickly rolled us over so that she was on top. "Prepare yourself, Misha," she grinned.

Gangut rode me with wild abandon, her hips slamming into mine with a fervor that was hard to match. All the while gyrating her hips and clamping her walls around me, sending waves of pleasure through me. I used what little left of my brain that hadn't been lost in the lustful fog to reach up and squeeze her breasts, tugging and teasing at her nipples. I could feel it building again, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. But neither would she.

Her orgasm took us both by surprise. A look of shock crossed Gangut's face before it was swiftly replaced by one of ecstasy as she slammed down on my shaft one last time and climaxed. Watching her body shake, hearing her cry out, and feeling her spasming around my member swiftly sent me over the edge as well, and my cries joined hers as I came with her. I could feel myself pump every last drop I had deep inside her, filling her to the brim. To be honest, it was more than I thought I had left.

As we came down from our respective orgasms, Gangut collapsed on top of me, still trying to catch our breath. She was a mess, covered in sweat, her clothes torn and rumpled, her hair mussed, some of it plastered to her forehead. I'm sure I didn't look any better. But we both looked and felt utterly sated.

We lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow until Gangut suddenly said one word.

"Burgers."

A/N-Well, that was fun! Until next time, fair winds and following seas.