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silverwolfcc) wrote2006-07-17 09:43 pm
silverwolfcc) wrote2006-07-17 09:43 pm
Keitha/Smoker funtimes
Yay for migraines. In any case, dling One Piece TV Special 2 and playing Civ3 massively slows my computer down... and yet for some reason I refuse to stop :|
Hahah yay for Friends (the show) I forget WHY we're watching it but I'm having fun teasing Moosey since it's the episode where Rachel gets an eye infection and it keeps freaking Pat out (he has the same eye issues she does only his eyes water up intensely)
But that's REALLY not the point. So here it is... my latest Keitha/Smoker because I'm secretly writing it as me/Kyle and he's not on (he just got Call of Duty 2 and he's all excited about that) so I miss him terribly.
Keitha let the steamy water run over her. It was actually getting unnecessary at this point. She'd already scrubbed down and rinsed all the strawberry smelling soap and shampoo off but that wasn't the point of this particular trip. It had started off because the regular showers were completely full. It wasn't unusual, around evening most of the marines finished their daily exercises and training and most preferred to go to dinner NOT smelling like they'd just finished exercising all day. Captain Smoker had his own personal shower attached to his room/office so Keitha snuck in to take her own shower.
But now she was actually waiting for him to get back and catch her. She wasn't even completely sure why. A little, but it was insane and she knew it. She was testing him; so curious as to what he would do. Too curious. Part of being a marine spy, to be sure, but it wasn't healthy... she was going to get killed for trying to decipher out the wrong set of secrets someday but she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself either. And she wouldn't be surprised if she came rather close to death just for using the captain's shower given his temper and sense of privacy.
Still there she was, using up his water, enjoying the massaging heat and waiting for him to get back. She didn't even have a clear plan in mind for what she would do when he did get back... because she didn't have any idea what he would do about her being in his shower to begin with. He could be completely stunned, throw a tantrum, physically pick her up and throw her out (naked or not), or just not care... she really wasn't sure.
It was getting a bit longer than she'd intended though, she'd already been in the shower for half an hour and had assumed the captain would be returning to his quarters soon. At this rate she would completely miss dinner. She was still debating shutting the faucet off and giving up when she heard the heavy boots signifying the Captain had returned. Keitha scrambled about to make it seem like she was just rinsing off, adding a tiny bit more shampoo to her bright red hair and humming to herself distractedly.
Noticing the sound of running water, Captain Smoker stomped his way to the small add-on bathroom demanding, "What the hell is going on in here?!"
Keitha stood up on tiptoe on the small stool inside the shower to poke her head over the top. "Oh! Captain Smoker, sir!" she squeaked pretending to be startled and embarassed, "I'm sorry, the other showers were full and I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
Perfect. Exactly the wrong thing to say (the right thing would have been that he wasn't around to ask and she thought he wouldn't mind since he wasn't there; not that she'd been planning to sneak in because he wasn't there and wouldn't notice) but it was precisely as she wanted; to test his limits, measure his patience, and because she really didn't know when to stop.
Smoker looked somewhat stunned. Keitha was fairly certain that no one had ever broken in and used his shower in his absence before much less a busty subordinate red-head. Or maybe she was getting ahead of herself.
She ducked back into the shower to rinse the extra lather off listening for the familiar growl of, "Lieutenant!"
"I'll be right out sir, I just have to finish this rinse," she replied calmly despite the knots in her stomach. She REALLY needed to learn some restraint in these situations. She could have left ages ago with her commander none the wiser except for the overwhelming curiosity of what would happen if he caught her. At first she'd been worried about what would happen, but then because she didn't know she was dying of curiosity to find out. It was insanity, pure insanity and yet strangely thrilling...
"Damn it lieutenant! How did you EVER get through the academy sneaking into officer's private showers?!" he stormed grumpily.
She wiped some of the drippy shampoo out of her eyes with an arm stepping away from the water flow just enough to answer, "Spy, sir. You almost get points for that kind of thing."
She grinned to herself as he grumbled about the audacity and disrespect of new recruits and the sheer reprehensibility of marine spies. "Lieutenant," he growled loudly, "Don't you EVER sneak into my private quarters again. Now get out of the shower this instant!"
"But sir!" she protested, peeking her head up over the divider again, and batting her eyelashes in shock, "I'm naked!"
"I'm aware of that!" Smoker snarled throwing a towel at her head, "Now finished or not, OUT!"
Keitha ducked down again grinning to herself cheerfully. He didn't exactly seem flustered but he was far from comfortable with the situation. And she enjoyed teasing him so much; she was a little surprised he hadn't blushed or turned bright red at the idea of her being naked in his shower, he hadn't even turned red with rage... maybe someone HAD snuck in before. Maybe not a marine but another woman? . . . Could the grumpy captain really have that interesting of a secret life behind closed doors? There had to be some reason for all the privacy...
She wrapped up in a towel and tip-toed out of the shower batting her eyelashes at the grumpy captain who had his arms folded across his chest, drumming his fingers on his elbows. "My clothes please Captain?" she pointed with the hand not holding up the white fluffy towel at the pile of marine garb beside him.
He ground his teeth and cigars loudly, handed her the clothes and determinedly turned his back to her. "Lieutenant," he growled.
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," she said, taking the clothes gingerly and waiting for him to leave.
He ground his teeth some more. She could tell he was trying to figure out what the appropriate punishment for indecent exposure inside a superior officer's bathroom would be but he clicked out without finishing his sentence, leaving her to dress quickly. She rushed into her clothes, her curiosity not extending to a desire to be severely disciplined thanks to it. Maybe he would still be too taken aback to come up with anything right away and if she toed the line for a while he'd completely forget about it... yeah right.
She peeked a head out from the bathroom when she was full dressed, having towel-dried her hair just enough so that it wasn't dripping (but severely needing to be brushed as it was a complete mess but she didn't think taking the extra time to do so would be wise... despite the increasing curiosity to find out what he would do with the built-up tension from her taking so long; still... if she DID stay any longer it would just be idiocy and land her scrubbing dungeons with a toothbrush for a month -- or worse) and was somewhat relieved to find Smoker reading the newspaper behind his desk, smoking his cigars heavily; but she was also a bit perturbed. Smoker was not the type to let something like finding a marine spy still under his direction in his shower lightly or to brush it off. He could be hiding behind the newspaper to try to calm down but it seemed... unlikely.
Had she unnerved him at all? Smoker seemed unhinged by anything and everything but there he was and aside from the extra thick cigar smoke (a typical sign he was more irritated than usual, but as he was usually pretty irritated it more or less was his usual) he seemed outwardly very calm. Well, maybe she could escape this one unscathed. She slipped outside the door anxiously carefully tip-toeing her way to the hallway.
"Damn strawberry," Smoker growled, demanding of the petite woman, startling her at the door, "Why can't you just use regular marine shampoo and soap?"
"Because strawberry smells better," she grinned disarmingly, "Besides, marine soap is extremely coarse." Smoker grunted at that and was about to say more but sensing the impending doom Keitha grinned charmingly adding, "Thanks for being so understanding, Captain. It'll NEVER happen again. Pardon the hair, see you at supper!" And with that she ran out, quickly shutting the door behind her.
"Damn it Lieutenant! Get back here!" Smoker growled from behind the door as she darted away. "Lieutenant!!"
Intriguing, no? Makes you wonder what was really going on in Smoker's head, eh? . . . Honestly... I wish I knew too :| I would mention how much my muse can be a total bitch sometimes but I love her to pieces and for some reason even though I'm the one who just wrote that, it makes me feel all fluffy fuzzy as if I was reading somebody else's story. And I'm all mushy, bursting with curiosity and all, "zomg! Look! It's foreshadowing for the two and was he wanting to get a look at her?! Is THAT why he allows her into his bed later on?!?! Squee!" Wow I'm sad... but seriously too fluffy happy over that to care ^_^ I guess it's because my personality parts are so divided up over this that it kind of IS like I'm reading someone else's work... Strange... and I think too much.
And now for one of the best Kopper/me convos ever *slightly edited because shifty-eyed smileys gives lj html trouble*:
Kopperhed: *gasp* Your well enough to write??
Kopperhed: Hurrah!!
Kopperhed: Praise the lord!
LittleTigerCC12: Heh barely
LittleTigerCC12: But it's more like
LittleTigerCC12: I miss you and the Keitha/Smoker writing is like you/me
LittleTigerCC12: *shifty eyes*
Kopperhed: Aww, thats too cute.
Kopperhed: I could see similarities between me and Smoker..
Kopperhed: Actually
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
Kopperhed: thats weird. We both dont laugh easily, we're tall, scruffy, and like tough looking bulky jackets
Kopperhed: and power juice
LittleTigerCC12: :D :D :D :D :D :D
LittleTigerCC12: :D :D :D :D :D
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: <333333333333333333333333333333
LittleTigerCC12: *melts of pure happiness*
LittleTigerCC12: *purrs*
Kopperhed: That wouldnt be much of a tough cosplay, either. Jeans, metal rod, white jacket, and some Cubans
LittleTigerCC12: *faints of nosebleed*
Kopperhed: I have teh boots
Kopperhed: Hmm..
LittleTigerCC12: *more nosebleed*
Kopperhed: And I wouldnt have to grow my hair out
Kopperhed: I was planning to do silver hair with Scar, so the hair wouldnt cause a problem.
Kopperhed: Now.. I cant see you doing Ace....................
LittleTigerCC12: I could do Tashigi
Kopperhed: Thats what I was thinking
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
Kopperhed: We could do a new One Piece ark for the next Anime Boston!
Kopperhed: That would be cool
LittleTigerCC12: Or Halloween?
Kopperhed: Thats odd. My mom said for my birthday, she would take me to visit you for a weekend. What if we could do it on the last one, or Haloween weekend?
Kopperhed: What a convenient coincidence...
LittleTigerCC12: Perfect ^_^
Kopperhed: *muses* I can see myself doing this. I think Im going to be Smoker for Haloween.
Kopperhed: Yesh, I shall
LittleTigerCC12: And I get an excuse to buy a denim jacket! ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: and um . . . molest you! ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: :D
Kopperhed: The Smoker costume does just have me wearing a jacket open with nothing underneath.......
LittleTigerCC12: Exactly
LittleTigerCC12: .... *faints again*
Kopperhed: I think Im going to enjoy this.
LittleTigerCC12: I think I'll enjoy it even more
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
~Seriously; can there be ANY doubt as to why I absolutely adore this kid??? :D Not only does he actually put up with my stupid, goofy, over-the-top INSANITY, he indulges it! ALL of it! From cosplay, anime obsession, to the fact that I'm mildly in love with a green-haired swordsman and a grumpy double cigar smoker. Yup, yup, I <3 my Kopper forever and ever and ever *huggles him and refuses to let go*
Hahah yay for Friends (the show) I forget WHY we're watching it but I'm having fun teasing Moosey since it's the episode where Rachel gets an eye infection and it keeps freaking Pat out (he has the same eye issues she does only his eyes water up intensely)
But that's REALLY not the point. So here it is... my latest Keitha/Smoker because I'm secretly writing it as me/Kyle and he's not on (he just got Call of Duty 2 and he's all excited about that) so I miss him terribly.
Keitha let the steamy water run over her. It was actually getting unnecessary at this point. She'd already scrubbed down and rinsed all the strawberry smelling soap and shampoo off but that wasn't the point of this particular trip. It had started off because the regular showers were completely full. It wasn't unusual, around evening most of the marines finished their daily exercises and training and most preferred to go to dinner NOT smelling like they'd just finished exercising all day. Captain Smoker had his own personal shower attached to his room/office so Keitha snuck in to take her own shower.
But now she was actually waiting for him to get back and catch her. She wasn't even completely sure why. A little, but it was insane and she knew it. She was testing him; so curious as to what he would do. Too curious. Part of being a marine spy, to be sure, but it wasn't healthy... she was going to get killed for trying to decipher out the wrong set of secrets someday but she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself either. And she wouldn't be surprised if she came rather close to death just for using the captain's shower given his temper and sense of privacy.
Still there she was, using up his water, enjoying the massaging heat and waiting for him to get back. She didn't even have a clear plan in mind for what she would do when he did get back... because she didn't have any idea what he would do about her being in his shower to begin with. He could be completely stunned, throw a tantrum, physically pick her up and throw her out (naked or not), or just not care... she really wasn't sure.
It was getting a bit longer than she'd intended though, she'd already been in the shower for half an hour and had assumed the captain would be returning to his quarters soon. At this rate she would completely miss dinner. She was still debating shutting the faucet off and giving up when she heard the heavy boots signifying the Captain had returned. Keitha scrambled about to make it seem like she was just rinsing off, adding a tiny bit more shampoo to her bright red hair and humming to herself distractedly.
Noticing the sound of running water, Captain Smoker stomped his way to the small add-on bathroom demanding, "What the hell is going on in here?!"
Keitha stood up on tiptoe on the small stool inside the shower to poke her head over the top. "Oh! Captain Smoker, sir!" she squeaked pretending to be startled and embarassed, "I'm sorry, the other showers were full and I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
Perfect. Exactly the wrong thing to say (the right thing would have been that he wasn't around to ask and she thought he wouldn't mind since he wasn't there; not that she'd been planning to sneak in because he wasn't there and wouldn't notice) but it was precisely as she wanted; to test his limits, measure his patience, and because she really didn't know when to stop.
Smoker looked somewhat stunned. Keitha was fairly certain that no one had ever broken in and used his shower in his absence before much less a busty subordinate red-head. Or maybe she was getting ahead of herself.
She ducked back into the shower to rinse the extra lather off listening for the familiar growl of, "Lieutenant!"
"I'll be right out sir, I just have to finish this rinse," she replied calmly despite the knots in her stomach. She REALLY needed to learn some restraint in these situations. She could have left ages ago with her commander none the wiser except for the overwhelming curiosity of what would happen if he caught her. At first she'd been worried about what would happen, but then because she didn't know she was dying of curiosity to find out. It was insanity, pure insanity and yet strangely thrilling...
"Damn it lieutenant! How did you EVER get through the academy sneaking into officer's private showers?!" he stormed grumpily.
She wiped some of the drippy shampoo out of her eyes with an arm stepping away from the water flow just enough to answer, "Spy, sir. You almost get points for that kind of thing."
She grinned to herself as he grumbled about the audacity and disrespect of new recruits and the sheer reprehensibility of marine spies. "Lieutenant," he growled loudly, "Don't you EVER sneak into my private quarters again. Now get out of the shower this instant!"
"But sir!" she protested, peeking her head up over the divider again, and batting her eyelashes in shock, "I'm naked!"
"I'm aware of that!" Smoker snarled throwing a towel at her head, "Now finished or not, OUT!"
Keitha ducked down again grinning to herself cheerfully. He didn't exactly seem flustered but he was far from comfortable with the situation. And she enjoyed teasing him so much; she was a little surprised he hadn't blushed or turned bright red at the idea of her being naked in his shower, he hadn't even turned red with rage... maybe someone HAD snuck in before. Maybe not a marine but another woman? . . . Could the grumpy captain really have that interesting of a secret life behind closed doors? There had to be some reason for all the privacy...
She wrapped up in a towel and tip-toed out of the shower batting her eyelashes at the grumpy captain who had his arms folded across his chest, drumming his fingers on his elbows. "My clothes please Captain?" she pointed with the hand not holding up the white fluffy towel at the pile of marine garb beside him.
He ground his teeth and cigars loudly, handed her the clothes and determinedly turned his back to her. "Lieutenant," he growled.
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," she said, taking the clothes gingerly and waiting for him to leave.
He ground his teeth some more. She could tell he was trying to figure out what the appropriate punishment for indecent exposure inside a superior officer's bathroom would be but he clicked out without finishing his sentence, leaving her to dress quickly. She rushed into her clothes, her curiosity not extending to a desire to be severely disciplined thanks to it. Maybe he would still be too taken aback to come up with anything right away and if she toed the line for a while he'd completely forget about it... yeah right.
She peeked a head out from the bathroom when she was full dressed, having towel-dried her hair just enough so that it wasn't dripping (but severely needing to be brushed as it was a complete mess but she didn't think taking the extra time to do so would be wise... despite the increasing curiosity to find out what he would do with the built-up tension from her taking so long; still... if she DID stay any longer it would just be idiocy and land her scrubbing dungeons with a toothbrush for a month -- or worse) and was somewhat relieved to find Smoker reading the newspaper behind his desk, smoking his cigars heavily; but she was also a bit perturbed. Smoker was not the type to let something like finding a marine spy still under his direction in his shower lightly or to brush it off. He could be hiding behind the newspaper to try to calm down but it seemed... unlikely.
Had she unnerved him at all? Smoker seemed unhinged by anything and everything but there he was and aside from the extra thick cigar smoke (a typical sign he was more irritated than usual, but as he was usually pretty irritated it more or less was his usual) he seemed outwardly very calm. Well, maybe she could escape this one unscathed. She slipped outside the door anxiously carefully tip-toeing her way to the hallway.
"Damn strawberry," Smoker growled, demanding of the petite woman, startling her at the door, "Why can't you just use regular marine shampoo and soap?"
"Because strawberry smells better," she grinned disarmingly, "Besides, marine soap is extremely coarse." Smoker grunted at that and was about to say more but sensing the impending doom Keitha grinned charmingly adding, "Thanks for being so understanding, Captain. It'll NEVER happen again. Pardon the hair, see you at supper!" And with that she ran out, quickly shutting the door behind her.
"Damn it Lieutenant! Get back here!" Smoker growled from behind the door as she darted away. "Lieutenant!!"
Intriguing, no? Makes you wonder what was really going on in Smoker's head, eh? . . . Honestly... I wish I knew too :| I would mention how much my muse can be a total bitch sometimes but I love her to pieces and for some reason even though I'm the one who just wrote that, it makes me feel all fluffy fuzzy as if I was reading somebody else's story. And I'm all mushy, bursting with curiosity and all, "zomg! Look! It's foreshadowing for the two and was he wanting to get a look at her?! Is THAT why he allows her into his bed later on?!?! Squee!" Wow I'm sad... but seriously too fluffy happy over that to care ^_^ I guess it's because my personality parts are so divided up over this that it kind of IS like I'm reading someone else's work... Strange... and I think too much.
And now for one of the best Kopper/me convos ever *slightly edited because shifty-eyed smileys gives lj html trouble*:
Kopperhed: *gasp* Your well enough to write??
Kopperhed: Hurrah!!
Kopperhed: Praise the lord!
LittleTigerCC12: Heh barely
LittleTigerCC12: But it's more like
LittleTigerCC12: I miss you and the Keitha/Smoker writing is like you/me
LittleTigerCC12: *shifty eyes*
Kopperhed: Aww, thats too cute.
Kopperhed: I could see similarities between me and Smoker..
Kopperhed: Actually
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
Kopperhed: thats weird. We both dont laugh easily, we're tall, scruffy, and like tough looking bulky jackets
Kopperhed: and power juice
LittleTigerCC12: :D :D :D :D :D :D
LittleTigerCC12: :D :D :D :D :D
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: <333333333333333333333333333333
LittleTigerCC12: *melts of pure happiness*
LittleTigerCC12: *purrs*
Kopperhed: That wouldnt be much of a tough cosplay, either. Jeans, metal rod, white jacket, and some Cubans
LittleTigerCC12: *faints of nosebleed*
Kopperhed: I have teh boots
Kopperhed: Hmm..
LittleTigerCC12: *more nosebleed*
Kopperhed: And I wouldnt have to grow my hair out
Kopperhed: I was planning to do silver hair with Scar, so the hair wouldnt cause a problem.
Kopperhed: Now.. I cant see you doing Ace....................
LittleTigerCC12: I could do Tashigi
Kopperhed: Thats what I was thinking
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
Kopperhed: We could do a new One Piece ark for the next Anime Boston!
Kopperhed: That would be cool
LittleTigerCC12: Or Halloween?
Kopperhed: Thats odd. My mom said for my birthday, she would take me to visit you for a weekend. What if we could do it on the last one, or Haloween weekend?
Kopperhed: What a convenient coincidence...
LittleTigerCC12: Perfect ^_^
Kopperhed: *muses* I can see myself doing this. I think Im going to be Smoker for Haloween.
Kopperhed: Yesh, I shall
LittleTigerCC12: And I get an excuse to buy a denim jacket! ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: and um . . . molest you! ^_^
LittleTigerCC12: :D
Kopperhed: The Smoker costume does just have me wearing a jacket open with nothing underneath.......
LittleTigerCC12: Exactly
LittleTigerCC12: .... *faints again*
Kopperhed: I think Im going to enjoy this.
LittleTigerCC12: I think I'll enjoy it even more
LittleTigerCC12: ^_^
~Seriously; can there be ANY doubt as to why I absolutely adore this kid??? :D Not only does he actually put up with my stupid, goofy, over-the-top INSANITY, he indulges it! ALL of it! From cosplay, anime obsession, to the fact that I'm mildly in love with a green-haired swordsman and a grumpy double cigar smoker. Yup, yup, I <3 my Kopper forever and ever and ever *huggles him and refuses to let go*
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As for this chapter I like it though I'd like to get in with my hands and edit here and there. Keitha just enjoys pushing Smoker's buttons... and the end made me laugh.
XDD
(But I think you're more like Smoker and Kyle is more like Keitha TBH)