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Bad Attitude Part 2
Disclaimer: One Piece not mine. Never was.
Pairing: Smoker/Keitha
Rating/Warning: NC-17 wee It was meant to be R but I figured why not?
Title: Bad Attitude (Part 2)
Lyrics: Bad Attitude by Meatloaf
Keitha laughed suddenly though Smoker couldn't see what was so funny. "I think I'm going to send my report back to HQ saying you've got a bad attitude."
Bad attitude? Once again, this coming from the person who thought it was perfectly reasonable to accost her commanding officer just because he was trying to look out for so that she wasn't a liability to the unit.
Smoker snorted, "Like that'd be anything new."
"I know," Keitha grinned, "That's what's so funny."
Smoker still didn't see it but she continued chuckling. He watched her lazily, eyes drifting up and down from her hair to her boots that dangled off the edge of the bed where she was now kicking them off. Each small laugh sent her chest bouncing, the movement only made worse when she kicked off her boots, wiggling her hips and jeans sliding down.
The marine captain took a deep breath closing his eyes firmly shut. Self control. He needed self control and luckily had it. Wasn't he mad at her? About something big? Right the idiot had kicked him and slapped him with seastone, he wasn't in a good mood to do... whatever it was she had in mind. "Lieutenant," he growled, irritated that she was either trying to tempt him or else she was acting like he wasn't there (he didn't honestly know which it was. "Put some clothes on."
"Yeah like you don't walk around flaunting your muscles full well knowing what it does to women," Keitha scowled, bouncing off her bed and walking in socks back to her closet, jeans still sliding down her back.
The White Hunter raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been aware it had any effect though he was rather pleased to find at least it bothered her, and filed the information away for future use. He just liked to be comfortable, not his fault if some idiot thought he was being a nympho in the process. Unlike Keitha who was legitimately a nympho: unzipping and sliding out of her jeans probably just to irritate him.
Quickly, the marine captain had a fast and furious debate with himself. On the one hand, he wanted to watch. Hell he wanted to completely ravage her and hear her purr his name in bliss. On the other hand, he had work. No wait, no he didn't, it was his day off. The hell was he waiting for? Restraint. He needed restraint. He took a deep breath. "Lieutenant," he said icily, trying to pretend her bare skin wasn't giving him a hard-on under his suddenly too tight dark blue jeans. "You were only going to change the shirt, why did you take your pants off?"
She grinned back at him over a mostly bare shoulder, one blue line of a bra strip running down it and her crimson hair creating a fiery haze framing her head. "I have to get different pants to match the new shirt. These matched the old one."
Smoker arched an eyebrow as much to his irritation she just pulled out another pair of almost identical jeans. "Woman! Those are the exact same!" he growled, trying to get control of his aroused state. Every time she bent down...
Keitha pouted, "No no Taisa. Look!" she held them up against each other. "This is light blue, see? And this one is indigo! They're completely different!"
Smoker twitched and deciding he couldn't take it anymore, scooped her up still in her undies and tossed her onto her bed. "Stay," he told her, turning his back on her.
"Oi!" she objected. "If you're going to toss me onto the bed at least have the decency to come join me you sexually repressed..."
Smoker cut her off not with a kiss as she'd been clearly hoping but with a gloved smokey hand as he sat down on her bed and covered her mouth to make her shut up temporarily. "Lieutenant," he growled in a low voice, "These are not exactly thick walls, rememember?"
She paled instantly, her eyes widening and ears leaning back as if she was trying to listen for any listeners. Smoker rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge between them. She was just too damn loud. "Don't you have work you're supposed to be doing?" he asked irritably, trying to ignore her naked legs, soft white thighs definitely teasing him even worse than her chest was.
"It's my day off," Keitha reminded.
"Wait, it's my day off too..." he paused.
"Yeah," she grinned wickedly, "Who do you think arranged that?"
It was just one of those days he wasn't going to get away from her. Like every other day.
"I had things I was planning to do," he frowned.
Keitha shrugged, not even sounding disappointed that he'd rather run errands and pass on her numerous charms than help tangle her sheets with an hour or so of unbridled ecstasy. "I'll come with you," she sat up, snaking arms under his around his chest and kneeling up whispering softly, and seductively, "I always come with you."
Smoker swallowed but tried to act like none of that had any effect either. "You're just going to be bored," he started again.
"I'm never bored with you," she whispered into his ear before chewing on it.
Pretending she was still being the antagonizing brat she'd been that morning, Smoker closed his eyes attempting to shut out the sight of her only that made things worse as the feel of her breasts pressed up against his back and the feel of her warm wet mouth on all the senstive parts of his ear and neck bacame almost unbearable. "Lieutenant," he said frowning at himself. That time it came out like a pant, like he'd been holding his breath or in the process of something else and that was certainly not going to make her stop. "Oi woman!" he growled, trying to sound ferocious and irritable.
"Mmm?" she responded replacing her teeth and tongue for light long finger strokes, exploring the side of his neck, earlobe, behind his ear, back down his neck.
"Stop that! I'm trying to think!" he snapped, mentally swearing as he realized he'd just lost the fight with her. Now that she knew he couldn't think with her doing that she was never going to let up.
Keitha purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and squishing her breasts against the back of his head. Oh how he longed to lay back and let her take him. "No! Focus!" a voice inside his head yelled at him. He blinked, was there some reason he was still fighting her? Hadn't she apologized about slapping him with seastone? Well not verbally but this was her idea of an apology and it'd be rude not to accept her apology. "Not that! Idiot!" the voice sighed, "The other thing you have to do alone later tonight." Oh yes, she couldn't tag along for that.
"I was going to go on my motorcycle," he informed her, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her nails sneaking up under his jacket running down his sore muscles, and her teeth on his neck. The smoke from his cigars was mixing beautifully with her scent and every time he inhaled it was like he breathing her in through his smoke.
Either she'd be mad enough that he was planning to go alone that she'd stop tormenting him or she wouldn't care about the trike, too eager to get into his pants thereby letting him go alone. Win-win as far as he was concerned. Though the latter was more win than the other one.
"Yeah, so?" she asked, "I'll come along." She started chewing on his ear again. The girl had to have an ear fetish or something.
"There's no bitch seat," he explained.
Digging knuckles into his broad shoulders she reiterated, "Yeah, so?"
"You'll fall off," he explained taking off his jacket so that she could get at tense muscles more easily.
She shrugged as she started to attack his back with nails and kiss and small bites and oh fuck he wanted her. "I'll find a way," she told him nonchalantly.
Whatever. If she wanted to fall off, that was her problem. She slipped her hands down his waist, undoing jeans button and zipper, and lightly running soft fingers underneath his boxers and down along his inner thighs. He needed something to grip. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth, worrying still about doing this in her quarters where someone was bound to hear something or observe something amiss or... Luckily her window looked out on the ocean so that wasn't a problem but sound... Maybe he could make her be really quiet.
She jumped up remembering something, and locked the door (even though no one except Smoker ever came to her room) and threw a chair in front of it just in case. She pounced back onto her bed running her tonge down Smoker's chest occasionaly nipping at his muscular abdomen. Smoker laced his fingers through soft hair, smelling strawberries and wanting to taste them on her lips and tongue. He wanted to take out all his frustrations physically and have sweet seductive release. As she continued biting her way down defined muscles, Smoker took the opportunity to unhook her bra which she slipped out of before he hooked a finger and pulled down her panties, muscular hands caressing soft skin.
Tugging on the rolled cuffs of his jeans, Keitha was able slide down his jeans enough that she was able to access a part of him that she desperately wanted to get at. Smoker kicked off his boots, leaning back more but at an angle of the bed, his head against the wall with a pillow behind it. Keithed ran her hands down his chest, nails digging in and tugging lightly before she slid his boxers down so that she could lick lower on his body. Her hair dangled in front of her eyes when she started to lick the area around his balls and inner thighs.
The captain froze when her mouth wet and unbelievably hot slipped over the head of his cock. It felt perfect. He wanted to explore deeper and also to pull her up closer to him so he could have sex with her properly and make her feel almost as good as he felt. "Nngh," he moaned. He wanted to say something but couldn't speak. Keitha looked up at him with hooded eyes memorizing the sight of him grabbing the bedpost for support (he didn't trust himself to grab Keitha's hair for fear he'd jerk too tight) and closing his eyes with a mixture of extreme pleasure and intense longing for more on his face.
Considering it the reward for her efforts Keitha was delighted that when she took him in deeper into her mouth, tasting with her tongue, wrapping around and swirlng downwards, that Smoker groaned, clenching hard on her bedpost and jerking. She closed her eyes, about to focus on swirling her tongue around on him, savoring his taste of watery precum when he bucked his hips, pulling her in tight but in the process removing her mouth from his penis as he tugged off his jeans with his toes. Deciding to be helpful, Keitha helped to fully remove his boxers, she was about to start licking him off once again but he pulled her up face to face.
"I had something else in mind," he confessed, kissing her deeply running callused fingers and palms down her chest and across her back. Withdrawing cigars, he buried his teeth into her neck causing Keitha to let out a quiet moan of ecstacy.
"Ahhhh Smoker!" she murmured against his chest, struggling to keep quiet but at least trying. He let her muffle her sounds in his chest, Keitha grabbing taut muscle into her teeth and whimpering with pleasure. Smoker ran a hand through her hair, smelling the strawberry shampoo and placing a finger under her chin, pulled her up to taste her strawberry kisses. Keitha wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her chest against his, sneaking her arms around to his back in order to pull him even closer to her.
"Mmnn," Smoker moaned with desire. He wanted the heat back, even so close to Keitha it was warming, she radiated warmth like a sun, but he needed to be in her to be fully warm again. Keitha was rough as always, clawing up his back, and savagely chewing on his neck. If it weren't for smoke healing, he'd probably be black and blue covered in hickeys all over his neck. It was a good thing that he was a logia type then, because trying to explain that to Tashigi or his men wouldn't have been possible.
"Get inside me already," Keitha moaned softly between bites as she started losing patience and control. All her anger and resentment being rechanneled with raw sexual passion.
Smoker closed his eyes leisurely, feeling her little body tremble at his touch on her waist. He was tempted to tease her about patience and taking things slow but he didn't want to waste time. The captain eased the red-head's tiny frame gently onto the bed, looming over her ominously. For someone who'd been meaning to call things off despite the talking to Keitha gave him, Smoker was finding it awfully hard not to drink in every moment. Suddenly the fact that she could be demoted, dismissed, or worse didn't seem like such a detriment, just thrilling in its own way.
Leaning on his elbows for support, Smoker rested an arm out over Keitha's head, making sure not to get any red strands caught underneath it. Large tree-trunks of legs tangled with her smaller diminutive legs, Keitha's toes curling in divine joy on her sheets and occasionally traveling up his calves for the sake of feeling his existence there. Tracing a hand down the length of her body, Smoker was immersed in the lieutenant's smaller frame. She seemed so fragile like this but she packed a pretty powerful kick, having recieved a couple of times in his sleep she she had nightmares or in sparring.
Keitha squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable direction to get her hair our of her eyes and for her arms to have access to the length of most of Smoker's body. She tingled at the light brushes of Smoker's hand, still annoyed with him for deciding to take so long. "Neh, Taisa," she begged softly, urgently, before biting into his shoulder again to muffle the sounds of her desire. Smoker cracked at smile at how easy it was to drive her crazy.
Large hands gripped her slim shoulders as Smoker slowly brushed up against her letting himself enter her heat. She was on fire, a pyre in all the places he wanted her most. His nose brushed her face as he leaned up and foward, pushing deeper into her groaning with satisfaction. Her legs tightened as they wrapped around his waist, Keitha's red hair being tossed back in bliss. She clawed up his chest trying to urge him to go faster.
Putting still smoldering cigars back in his mouth Smoker wanted to shake his head. She was always in such a rush, never going fast enough in her life or in a battle always rushing ahead before she was ready. He carressed her softly, still taking things agonizingly slowly. He almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was on the verge of coming and so impatient with his slow manuevers even as she enjoyed the feel of his touch on her skin.
"Smoker," she implored desperately wanting more.
He put a finger over her lips but sped up as she asked, unable to take a slow ride any more than her. There was too much he wanted, too much he needed and she had so much to offer. He trailed his hand up and down her chest again, reminding her he was there and fingering every crevice until he knew her body better than she did. She couldn't seem to decide where she wanted to claw him, nails running down his chest, his back, through his hair with a soft purr of, "Smoker," urging him in deeper.
Her small fingers traced down his back as she gasped, coming closer to euphoria. She grabbed his muscular ass tightly pulling him in more, Smoker only too willing to oblige. "Nnng," she whimpered, biting hard on his shoulder so it wasn't any louder. She tightened even more suddenly, gasping for air and throwing her arm up around the post Smoker himself had clung to. Little spasms racked her body, another hand still on Smoker's behind begging him to continue.
"Don't stop," she gasped, intense pleasure written across her face.
Like he even would. Inhaling sharply, the cigars soothing but her strawberry soap driving him into a frenzy, Smoker slowed down his thrusts to make each one longer so that when he pulled out, she entwined her fingers in his hair and whimpered with pleasure when he pushed back against her, hips rocking against each other. "Ahhhh fuck," she murmured softly, waves of passion washing over her in a tide.
Smoker grinned watching her come yet again so quickly, running his hand down her chest and across her stomach he enjoyed the feel of her being so relaxed and loose when she was normally as tense as him. Keitha's muscles completely gave way to relief, before closing her eyes again she chewed viciously on Smoker's ear like a pirahna seemingly intent to tug it off. He groaned under the feel of her teeth, wanting to drive into her wet warmth even harder. She felt slick, perhaps from their efforts, perhaps from pre-cum, or her own enjoyment of him filling her so deeply.
Blunt fingernails gripped her shoulders tightly, Smoker leaning foward more, Keitha running her own nails down the side of his neck. He hammered into her with more force than was necessary but libido driving him to further heights. Keitha moaned softly again, clenching her bed post and arching her back to join him. The marine captain could feel himself slipping, everything was too hot, too wet, too tight to hold back. He let loose with groan of satisfaction, muscles tensing over her and in her before he shuddered, blowing smoke out of his lungs, falling loose and free.
He let himself collapse momentarily to the side of her tiny bed (clearly not meant for someone Smoker's size and definitely inappropriate for two people) panting with his head resting on strong forearms. To say Keitha looked pleased, was an understatement; much to Smoker's gratification. She looked like she'd never been happier in her whole life. Thrilled to be able to bring him to his knees, thrilled just to be alive.
She traced a finger around his bare back, occasionally shivering still with joy and made a small "eep!" of surprise when Smoker reached out a strong arm to pull her closer to him. Still, she seemed to appreciate it, rubbing up against his scruff and kissing his cheek. Smoker still felt like he should scold her for earlier that morning but he was finding it hard to care. It was Keitha being Keitha. He buried his head in her chest because she was holding it too close for him not to, and Keitha giggled with delight.
A burst of inspiration came to him and Smoker offered, "I'll take you with me today but only if you eat more."
Keitha's face twitched with reaction, her instant reaction was intense irritation mixed with fury but she was trying to cover it up and then she was considering and weighing the benefits of either side. She sighed heavily, "Only a little."
"Then I'll only let you come a little," Smoker grunted over twin cigars. Thre was nothing like a pair of cigars after sex.
She glared at him weighing it again. Her jaw shifted from side to side, and she finally muttered, "Fine. You have a deal."
Smoker kept his face even. He was actually surprised. He'd expected her to choose not to come instead and spend the rest of the day bugging him in the hopes she'd find a way to sneak along. Her curiosity must have really been bugging her. The room was starting to get smokey and Keitha realized with a start she hadn't opened her window. Swearing to herself, she pried herself out of bed, clearly not wanting to go, and threw the window open.
The marine captain sighed. He enjoyed the rooms being smokier but it wouldn't do any good for people to realize he'd been spending a lot of time in her room. It was too obvious.
"Meh," Keitha scowled seeming to regret her decision (though not enough to change her mind), "You suck."
Aching an eyebrow coolly at her Smoker attempted to remind her just through his face alone that he was still a superior ranking officer whether she was sleeping with him or not.
"Sir," she added with a small salute.
Smoker snorted over this. One of these days he was going to have to teach her some respect. He wondered to himself how hard the academy must have tried to even get her to this level, remembering how much trouble they had with him. "And you say I have a bad attitude," he grumbled rolling onto his back.
Keitha grinned indolently. "You do," she beamed, "Maybe I'm just echoing you."
He snorted, she had to be worse than he was. Or maybe it was just because he was in a position of some authority over her. All the times people tried to control him or tell him he had a bad attitude drifted lazily through his mind, making the captain restless.
"If you still want to come," he said standing up and pulling on clothes from they'd been casually tossed off, "You better get ready now."
"Already?" Keitha frowned.
Smoker grunted in response, pulling on his large boots.
Keitha scrambled around her room like a hummingbird. She was trying to clean up some of the mess she'd made earlier and hopping into clothes. Smoker watched in quiet amazement, the girl could really put clothes on fast when she wanted. She finished before he did, Benton slung over her shoulders, a black shirt snug over her chest (though not even close to as much as the one she'd gotten from Headquarters) and dark blue jeans on. Frowning, she shot a glance out her window. "Do you think it's cold enough for a jacket?"
Smoker shrugged. He was planning to bring his jacket but he usually did, since he hated shirts and it pretty much warned people to stay away from him unless they had something important. Keitha gave him a lopsided grin as he slipped into his jacket. "Right, wrong person to ask," she laughed softly. She found a gray shirt; light but servicable against any colder ocean breezes.
Deciding that this meant she was ready to go, Smoker was about to open the door before he remembered the chair in his way. Right, not his office. He couldn't be seen casually storming out of her quarters like they were his own. Keitha grinned evilly at his pause, "It occurs to me that you're sort of stuck in here until I give the signal that it's safe."
The marine captain folded his arms across his chest, fixing her with a dark stare that said, "If you even think about it I'll find a way to make you wash dishes until your twenty-fifth birthday," hoping it would deter her. She looked up at his glare timidly.
"Relax," she frowned, "I wasn't going to do anything."
Smoker nodded. Good. Because if she did...
She put her chair back at her tiny disk, still covered in air mail bottles, most likely songs she had to send out to Aiden but hadn't she also said something about a report to HQ about him? It was generally meant to be kept secret that during their final leg of training marine spies were sent to captains the brass was trying to investigate. However, Smoker already knew it and so Keitha made no efforts to hide it. That and probably because she didn't care whether he knew she was actually spying on him or not. He'd try to get away from her either way or he wouldn't; it was as simple as that in her mind.
"You mentioned a report to HQ?" it was meant to be a statement not a question but it led into a question, "What did your others say?"
He only asked out of simple curiosity at what crazy lies (or crazy truths) she chose to share with men she hated even more than he did. It wasn't because he wanted to know what she thought of him (or so he told himself) or rather what she told people she thought of him. Nor out of any worry over the consequences of her papers. Just curiosity.
Keitha frowned, "Basically just what they wanted to hear."
Smoker arched an eyebrow. That sounded dangerous.
"You know... 'Captain Smoker isn't adjusting well to staying on one island but he hasn't let any pirates escape Loguetown.' 'Captain Smoker has trouble following orders, and balks at any suggestion that even sounds like a command.' 'Captain Smoker doesn't follow the dress code and lets his men slip it as much as he does. This kind of sloppy behavior could lead to further embarassment of the marines and should be inspected immediately,'" Keitha intoned, quoting her own writing and trying to sound like one of the higher-ups. "You know, the same old bullshit you've probably gotten in trouble for a million times already. 'Smoker Taisa seems to be reigned in but pull too hard and he'll buck his bridle.' 'The White Hunter's devotion to justice is admirable but his execution of it leaves many questions about his methods and loyalties.'"
Smoker smirked lightly. She seemed to regret the idea of getting him in trouble even though she knew she couldn't prevent it either way.
Her shouldered hunched forward lightly perhaps from unconcious stress of trying to deal with the politics the marines threw her way. "It's more to convince them they've broken me in, truth be told."
The White Hunter arched an eyebrow at this. He could readily believe that with Keitha. Still, how did they intend to have her investigate herself?
"You think they want to inspect you but basically... they want to make sure I'm broken in too. You're something of a temptation thrown my way to see if I've learned my lessons and gotten rid of 'bad habits' in the academy," she explained.
"How's that?" Smoker growled over twin cigars.
Seeming to feel the tension in her shoulders even more, Keitha rolled them nervously. "Things like..." she frowned unsure how to explain it. "I think... They want to see if... if I'll take your side."
Smoker arched an eyebrow again at this. His side? What did that even mean?
"Like... if I make you out to be this hero, they'll know they didn't beat my rebellious nature out of me. They'll figure I'm siding with 'you' against the 'them.' Them being the brass and idiots with rank who think power means you can do whatever you want, justice or not," she sighed heavily. "If I sound like them, all snippy and with a tattletale edge even on stupid fucking shit we know means jack... Well they might know something is up but they'll figure either they taught me well enough to blend in or that I'm just trying to find anything I can to get you in trouble. Either way, they'll be satisfied."
Smoker blinked. Had he once said she didn't think anything through? She seemed to have that through as well as he could have. He was a little stunned and had to give her grudging respect for it. Whatever the brass thought; she was good at what she did. And if she was lucky (which all too often she was) then maybe she'd be good enough to get away with her scheming. Smoker tousled her red hair, brown leather gloves back on his hands. "Tell them what you think is best, Lieutenant," he told her.
She perked up, pleased that he trusted her insticts even regarding his own career. "I was thinking that when I tell them you have a bad attitude that I'd add that you grumble to yourself when you think no one is around about how much HQ sucks." Smoker couldn't tell if she was joking or not. She was probably serious. The captain sighed, regretting having even asked.
"And I was REALLY tempted to tell them you like to go out on Friday nights and pick up a dozen blondes and have them call you 'Pimp Daddy' and drive them around on your motorcycle," she grinned ear to evil ear. Smoker twitched at the thought. "Of course, no one would believe it. That kind of rumor would have spread fast. But I thought it'd be fun to pretend that no one else knew because 'Pimp Daddy' was your secret identity and the rest of the marines all thought you were out drinking and hunting pirates all 'I'm a lone hunter!' style. Because it'd behilarious to watch you try live it down and deny it and prove it's not true because how do you prove something like that isn't true?"
Smoker massaged his temples suddenly realizing Keitha, for all her seeming impulsivity must have had a lot of self-control because if she did half of the crazy shit she thought about doing the world would have spiralled into complete chaos years ago. He was suddenly rather glad that she seemed to like him so much because he rather suspected the torture she already put him through would have been a hundred times worse if she disliked him. "Lieutenant," he pointed a finger, "Door."
Blushing that she'd gotten so distracted that she forgot she saluted, "Oh right um, hai."
She stepped out the door, looking for all the world like a spy who was keeping secret explosives in her room that she didn't want anyone else to see. Fortunately, this was the look she had every time she left her room. She told him once that it was because it made her laugh to think that someone might actually think she booby-trapped her room and stay away from it because of it. "Hush," she told her door after slipping through a crack, "Don't blow up yet."
Smoker shook his head. He could only imagine the looks people must give her when they saw her doing it. To be fair, most people already felt she was extremely mentally unstable but in the marines that wasn't as uncommon as one would think.
"Yeah, it's clear," she whispered out a corner of her mouth.
Smoker darted out of the room, shutting the door hastily and was halfway down the corrider before Keitha caught up with him.
"So where we going?" she asked as casually as ever, trying to get ahead of him so she could walk backwards in front of him. She said it strained her neck less that way. With her clutzness almost as bad as Tashigi's though, Smoker wondered how she didn't bang into things more often. He was beginning to see that a lot of her bruises were from stupid risks like that. Tashigi was clutzier but tried to be careful. Keithat was clumsy but an idiot as well.
One time he'd caught her trying to jump over one of the lunch tables on a dare from another marine. Of course, she'd missed horribly, banging up her knees and laughing it off like it was nothing, later on confused that she even had bruises there. God help him, he was surrouned by idiots.
"You'll find out when we get there," Smoker grumbled over chewed on cigars.
"Ooohhh a mystery destination!" she shivered with relish. Smoker arched an eyebrow. He'd been expecting her to bitch at him and try to fish it out of him with any method she knew how. "Does it have alcohol?"
For a second Smoker thought this question meant she wanted a drink even though he'd never seen her have any alcoholic drinks, she always opted for the kid stuff. But then he realized it was just her usual 20 questions version of trying to figure out what he was up to, like when she'd been trying to figure out what type of girl he liked. He sighed, really wishing he wouldn't have to resort to tying her up somewhere to get rid of her. It was tempting to do nonetheless but she'd probably be extra whiney and even more obnoxious to deal with afterwards.
"Oohh I know! Are we going to the docks? I bet you have all these secret 'sources' you have to get in touch with. Am I right?" she asked, far too hyper as always.
Smoker ignored her and led her through the backdoors. He wasn't about to let any of his men know that she'd found a way to con a ride on his trike. No one was allowed to touch his machine. No one. To have her riding on it... that'd be probably be as hard to live down as her blonde bimbos rumor if she ever chose to spread it.
Even though no one was allowed near his motorcycle usually, he did have a spare helmet. Not for passengers but because sometimes it got too windy to risk turning into smoke form. He plopped the helmet on her head backwards as he climbed in his seat, revving his custom-made engine and letting the machine howl to life.
"How do you see in this thing?" she joked before turning it around. Smoker ignored her. She inspected the machine, walking around it to get a good look from all angles. "Very nice," she grinned.
It was a nice machine. Smoker loved it. If she scratched it with her typical idiocy...
She peered at the seat. It was high ridged and definitely not suited for having passengers. Smoker was a loner and his motorcycle had been designed with that in mind. Nevertheless, she climbed behind him like she had no problem with it, determined not to be left behind, no matter how boring of an excursion Smoker insisted it would be. Her legs were too short to reach the ground now that she was sitting behind him and she experimentally rested her feet on the back wheels before finding this to her satisfaction and wrapping her arms around as his waist as much as she could.
Between boobs and chair, Keitha couldn't her arms all the way around his waist but at least she'd be able to hang on. She chuckled out loud at something and Smoker looked back at her, black helmet covering and hiding her red hair. If they were lucky no one would see them but hopefully even if she did get spotted no one would have a clue who she was. The Benton itself was a give away but the sheath was generic marine and the hilt wasn't very identifiable.
"What's so funny?" he growled.
She snickered again, "Any excuse to hug you."
Smoker snorted, guiding his bike out of the warehouse garage he kept it safe in. Keitha adjusted her head to the other shoulder, suddenly getting poked by his jitte hilt and slid a little closer.
Not done because I've somehow managed to get up a chapter and a half a day it looks like. Gotta finish the other half tomorrow. If I'm lucky I'll finish this and another.
Pairing: Smoker/Keitha
Rating/Warning: NC-17 wee It was meant to be R but I figured why not?
Title: Bad Attitude (Part 2)
Lyrics: Bad Attitude by Meatloaf
Keitha laughed suddenly though Smoker couldn't see what was so funny. "I think I'm going to send my report back to HQ saying you've got a bad attitude."
Bad attitude? Once again, this coming from the person who thought it was perfectly reasonable to accost her commanding officer just because he was trying to look out for so that she wasn't a liability to the unit.
Smoker snorted, "Like that'd be anything new."
"I know," Keitha grinned, "That's what's so funny."
Smoker still didn't see it but she continued chuckling. He watched her lazily, eyes drifting up and down from her hair to her boots that dangled off the edge of the bed where she was now kicking them off. Each small laugh sent her chest bouncing, the movement only made worse when she kicked off her boots, wiggling her hips and jeans sliding down.
The marine captain took a deep breath closing his eyes firmly shut. Self control. He needed self control and luckily had it. Wasn't he mad at her? About something big? Right the idiot had kicked him and slapped him with seastone, he wasn't in a good mood to do... whatever it was she had in mind. "Lieutenant," he growled, irritated that she was either trying to tempt him or else she was acting like he wasn't there (he didn't honestly know which it was. "Put some clothes on."
"Yeah like you don't walk around flaunting your muscles full well knowing what it does to women," Keitha scowled, bouncing off her bed and walking in socks back to her closet, jeans still sliding down her back.
The White Hunter raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been aware it had any effect though he was rather pleased to find at least it bothered her, and filed the information away for future use. He just liked to be comfortable, not his fault if some idiot thought he was being a nympho in the process. Unlike Keitha who was legitimately a nympho: unzipping and sliding out of her jeans probably just to irritate him.
Quickly, the marine captain had a fast and furious debate with himself. On the one hand, he wanted to watch. Hell he wanted to completely ravage her and hear her purr his name in bliss. On the other hand, he had work. No wait, no he didn't, it was his day off. The hell was he waiting for? Restraint. He needed restraint. He took a deep breath. "Lieutenant," he said icily, trying to pretend her bare skin wasn't giving him a hard-on under his suddenly too tight dark blue jeans. "You were only going to change the shirt, why did you take your pants off?"
She grinned back at him over a mostly bare shoulder, one blue line of a bra strip running down it and her crimson hair creating a fiery haze framing her head. "I have to get different pants to match the new shirt. These matched the old one."
Smoker arched an eyebrow as much to his irritation she just pulled out another pair of almost identical jeans. "Woman! Those are the exact same!" he growled, trying to get control of his aroused state. Every time she bent down...
Keitha pouted, "No no Taisa. Look!" she held them up against each other. "This is light blue, see? And this one is indigo! They're completely different!"
Smoker twitched and deciding he couldn't take it anymore, scooped her up still in her undies and tossed her onto her bed. "Stay," he told her, turning his back on her.
"Oi!" she objected. "If you're going to toss me onto the bed at least have the decency to come join me you sexually repressed..."
Smoker cut her off not with a kiss as she'd been clearly hoping but with a gloved smokey hand as he sat down on her bed and covered her mouth to make her shut up temporarily. "Lieutenant," he growled in a low voice, "These are not exactly thick walls, rememember?"
She paled instantly, her eyes widening and ears leaning back as if she was trying to listen for any listeners. Smoker rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge between them. She was just too damn loud. "Don't you have work you're supposed to be doing?" he asked irritably, trying to ignore her naked legs, soft white thighs definitely teasing him even worse than her chest was.
"It's my day off," Keitha reminded.
"Wait, it's my day off too..." he paused.
"Yeah," she grinned wickedly, "Who do you think arranged that?"
It was just one of those days he wasn't going to get away from her. Like every other day.
"I had things I was planning to do," he frowned.
Keitha shrugged, not even sounding disappointed that he'd rather run errands and pass on her numerous charms than help tangle her sheets with an hour or so of unbridled ecstasy. "I'll come with you," she sat up, snaking arms under his around his chest and kneeling up whispering softly, and seductively, "I always come with you."
Smoker swallowed but tried to act like none of that had any effect either. "You're just going to be bored," he started again.
"I'm never bored with you," she whispered into his ear before chewing on it.
Pretending she was still being the antagonizing brat she'd been that morning, Smoker closed his eyes attempting to shut out the sight of her only that made things worse as the feel of her breasts pressed up against his back and the feel of her warm wet mouth on all the senstive parts of his ear and neck bacame almost unbearable. "Lieutenant," he said frowning at himself. That time it came out like a pant, like he'd been holding his breath or in the process of something else and that was certainly not going to make her stop. "Oi woman!" he growled, trying to sound ferocious and irritable.
"Mmm?" she responded replacing her teeth and tongue for light long finger strokes, exploring the side of his neck, earlobe, behind his ear, back down his neck.
"Stop that! I'm trying to think!" he snapped, mentally swearing as he realized he'd just lost the fight with her. Now that she knew he couldn't think with her doing that she was never going to let up.
Keitha purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and squishing her breasts against the back of his head. Oh how he longed to lay back and let her take him. "No! Focus!" a voice inside his head yelled at him. He blinked, was there some reason he was still fighting her? Hadn't she apologized about slapping him with seastone? Well not verbally but this was her idea of an apology and it'd be rude not to accept her apology. "Not that! Idiot!" the voice sighed, "The other thing you have to do alone later tonight." Oh yes, she couldn't tag along for that.
"I was going to go on my motorcycle," he informed her, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her nails sneaking up under his jacket running down his sore muscles, and her teeth on his neck. The smoke from his cigars was mixing beautifully with her scent and every time he inhaled it was like he breathing her in through his smoke.
Either she'd be mad enough that he was planning to go alone that she'd stop tormenting him or she wouldn't care about the trike, too eager to get into his pants thereby letting him go alone. Win-win as far as he was concerned. Though the latter was more win than the other one.
"Yeah, so?" she asked, "I'll come along." She started chewing on his ear again. The girl had to have an ear fetish or something.
"There's no bitch seat," he explained.
Digging knuckles into his broad shoulders she reiterated, "Yeah, so?"
"You'll fall off," he explained taking off his jacket so that she could get at tense muscles more easily.
She shrugged as she started to attack his back with nails and kiss and small bites and oh fuck he wanted her. "I'll find a way," she told him nonchalantly.
Whatever. If she wanted to fall off, that was her problem. She slipped her hands down his waist, undoing jeans button and zipper, and lightly running soft fingers underneath his boxers and down along his inner thighs. He needed something to grip. He pulled his gloves off with his teeth, worrying still about doing this in her quarters where someone was bound to hear something or observe something amiss or... Luckily her window looked out on the ocean so that wasn't a problem but sound... Maybe he could make her be really quiet.
She jumped up remembering something, and locked the door (even though no one except Smoker ever came to her room) and threw a chair in front of it just in case. She pounced back onto her bed running her tonge down Smoker's chest occasionaly nipping at his muscular abdomen. Smoker laced his fingers through soft hair, smelling strawberries and wanting to taste them on her lips and tongue. He wanted to take out all his frustrations physically and have sweet seductive release. As she continued biting her way down defined muscles, Smoker took the opportunity to unhook her bra which she slipped out of before he hooked a finger and pulled down her panties, muscular hands caressing soft skin.
Tugging on the rolled cuffs of his jeans, Keitha was able slide down his jeans enough that she was able to access a part of him that she desperately wanted to get at. Smoker kicked off his boots, leaning back more but at an angle of the bed, his head against the wall with a pillow behind it. Keithed ran her hands down his chest, nails digging in and tugging lightly before she slid his boxers down so that she could lick lower on his body. Her hair dangled in front of her eyes when she started to lick the area around his balls and inner thighs.
The captain froze when her mouth wet and unbelievably hot slipped over the head of his cock. It felt perfect. He wanted to explore deeper and also to pull her up closer to him so he could have sex with her properly and make her feel almost as good as he felt. "Nngh," he moaned. He wanted to say something but couldn't speak. Keitha looked up at him with hooded eyes memorizing the sight of him grabbing the bedpost for support (he didn't trust himself to grab Keitha's hair for fear he'd jerk too tight) and closing his eyes with a mixture of extreme pleasure and intense longing for more on his face.
Considering it the reward for her efforts Keitha was delighted that when she took him in deeper into her mouth, tasting with her tongue, wrapping around and swirlng downwards, that Smoker groaned, clenching hard on her bedpost and jerking. She closed her eyes, about to focus on swirling her tongue around on him, savoring his taste of watery precum when he bucked his hips, pulling her in tight but in the process removing her mouth from his penis as he tugged off his jeans with his toes. Deciding to be helpful, Keitha helped to fully remove his boxers, she was about to start licking him off once again but he pulled her up face to face.
"I had something else in mind," he confessed, kissing her deeply running callused fingers and palms down her chest and across her back. Withdrawing cigars, he buried his teeth into her neck causing Keitha to let out a quiet moan of ecstacy.
"Ahhhh Smoker!" she murmured against his chest, struggling to keep quiet but at least trying. He let her muffle her sounds in his chest, Keitha grabbing taut muscle into her teeth and whimpering with pleasure. Smoker ran a hand through her hair, smelling the strawberry shampoo and placing a finger under her chin, pulled her up to taste her strawberry kisses. Keitha wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her chest against his, sneaking her arms around to his back in order to pull him even closer to her.
"Mmnn," Smoker moaned with desire. He wanted the heat back, even so close to Keitha it was warming, she radiated warmth like a sun, but he needed to be in her to be fully warm again. Keitha was rough as always, clawing up his back, and savagely chewing on his neck. If it weren't for smoke healing, he'd probably be black and blue covered in hickeys all over his neck. It was a good thing that he was a logia type then, because trying to explain that to Tashigi or his men wouldn't have been possible.
"Get inside me already," Keitha moaned softly between bites as she started losing patience and control. All her anger and resentment being rechanneled with raw sexual passion.
Smoker closed his eyes leisurely, feeling her little body tremble at his touch on her waist. He was tempted to tease her about patience and taking things slow but he didn't want to waste time. The captain eased the red-head's tiny frame gently onto the bed, looming over her ominously. For someone who'd been meaning to call things off despite the talking to Keitha gave him, Smoker was finding it awfully hard not to drink in every moment. Suddenly the fact that she could be demoted, dismissed, or worse didn't seem like such a detriment, just thrilling in its own way.
Leaning on his elbows for support, Smoker rested an arm out over Keitha's head, making sure not to get any red strands caught underneath it. Large tree-trunks of legs tangled with her smaller diminutive legs, Keitha's toes curling in divine joy on her sheets and occasionally traveling up his calves for the sake of feeling his existence there. Tracing a hand down the length of her body, Smoker was immersed in the lieutenant's smaller frame. She seemed so fragile like this but she packed a pretty powerful kick, having recieved a couple of times in his sleep she she had nightmares or in sparring.
Keitha squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable direction to get her hair our of her eyes and for her arms to have access to the length of most of Smoker's body. She tingled at the light brushes of Smoker's hand, still annoyed with him for deciding to take so long. "Neh, Taisa," she begged softly, urgently, before biting into his shoulder again to muffle the sounds of her desire. Smoker cracked at smile at how easy it was to drive her crazy.
Large hands gripped her slim shoulders as Smoker slowly brushed up against her letting himself enter her heat. She was on fire, a pyre in all the places he wanted her most. His nose brushed her face as he leaned up and foward, pushing deeper into her groaning with satisfaction. Her legs tightened as they wrapped around his waist, Keitha's red hair being tossed back in bliss. She clawed up his chest trying to urge him to go faster.
Putting still smoldering cigars back in his mouth Smoker wanted to shake his head. She was always in such a rush, never going fast enough in her life or in a battle always rushing ahead before she was ready. He carressed her softly, still taking things agonizingly slowly. He almost laughed at the expression on her face. She was on the verge of coming and so impatient with his slow manuevers even as she enjoyed the feel of his touch on her skin.
"Smoker," she implored desperately wanting more.
He put a finger over her lips but sped up as she asked, unable to take a slow ride any more than her. There was too much he wanted, too much he needed and she had so much to offer. He trailed his hand up and down her chest again, reminding her he was there and fingering every crevice until he knew her body better than she did. She couldn't seem to decide where she wanted to claw him, nails running down his chest, his back, through his hair with a soft purr of, "Smoker," urging him in deeper.
Her small fingers traced down his back as she gasped, coming closer to euphoria. She grabbed his muscular ass tightly pulling him in more, Smoker only too willing to oblige. "Nnng," she whimpered, biting hard on his shoulder so it wasn't any louder. She tightened even more suddenly, gasping for air and throwing her arm up around the post Smoker himself had clung to. Little spasms racked her body, another hand still on Smoker's behind begging him to continue.
"Don't stop," she gasped, intense pleasure written across her face.
Like he even would. Inhaling sharply, the cigars soothing but her strawberry soap driving him into a frenzy, Smoker slowed down his thrusts to make each one longer so that when he pulled out, she entwined her fingers in his hair and whimpered with pleasure when he pushed back against her, hips rocking against each other. "Ahhhh fuck," she murmured softly, waves of passion washing over her in a tide.
Smoker grinned watching her come yet again so quickly, running his hand down her chest and across her stomach he enjoyed the feel of her being so relaxed and loose when she was normally as tense as him. Keitha's muscles completely gave way to relief, before closing her eyes again she chewed viciously on Smoker's ear like a pirahna seemingly intent to tug it off. He groaned under the feel of her teeth, wanting to drive into her wet warmth even harder. She felt slick, perhaps from their efforts, perhaps from pre-cum, or her own enjoyment of him filling her so deeply.
Blunt fingernails gripped her shoulders tightly, Smoker leaning foward more, Keitha running her own nails down the side of his neck. He hammered into her with more force than was necessary but libido driving him to further heights. Keitha moaned softly again, clenching her bed post and arching her back to join him. The marine captain could feel himself slipping, everything was too hot, too wet, too tight to hold back. He let loose with groan of satisfaction, muscles tensing over her and in her before he shuddered, blowing smoke out of his lungs, falling loose and free.
He let himself collapse momentarily to the side of her tiny bed (clearly not meant for someone Smoker's size and definitely inappropriate for two people) panting with his head resting on strong forearms. To say Keitha looked pleased, was an understatement; much to Smoker's gratification. She looked like she'd never been happier in her whole life. Thrilled to be able to bring him to his knees, thrilled just to be alive.
She traced a finger around his bare back, occasionally shivering still with joy and made a small "eep!" of surprise when Smoker reached out a strong arm to pull her closer to him. Still, she seemed to appreciate it, rubbing up against his scruff and kissing his cheek. Smoker still felt like he should scold her for earlier that morning but he was finding it hard to care. It was Keitha being Keitha. He buried his head in her chest because she was holding it too close for him not to, and Keitha giggled with delight.
A burst of inspiration came to him and Smoker offered, "I'll take you with me today but only if you eat more."
Keitha's face twitched with reaction, her instant reaction was intense irritation mixed with fury but she was trying to cover it up and then she was considering and weighing the benefits of either side. She sighed heavily, "Only a little."
"Then I'll only let you come a little," Smoker grunted over twin cigars. Thre was nothing like a pair of cigars after sex.
She glared at him weighing it again. Her jaw shifted from side to side, and she finally muttered, "Fine. You have a deal."
Smoker kept his face even. He was actually surprised. He'd expected her to choose not to come instead and spend the rest of the day bugging him in the hopes she'd find a way to sneak along. Her curiosity must have really been bugging her. The room was starting to get smokey and Keitha realized with a start she hadn't opened her window. Swearing to herself, she pried herself out of bed, clearly not wanting to go, and threw the window open.
The marine captain sighed. He enjoyed the rooms being smokier but it wouldn't do any good for people to realize he'd been spending a lot of time in her room. It was too obvious.
"Meh," Keitha scowled seeming to regret her decision (though not enough to change her mind), "You suck."
Aching an eyebrow coolly at her Smoker attempted to remind her just through his face alone that he was still a superior ranking officer whether she was sleeping with him or not.
"Sir," she added with a small salute.
Smoker snorted over this. One of these days he was going to have to teach her some respect. He wondered to himself how hard the academy must have tried to even get her to this level, remembering how much trouble they had with him. "And you say I have a bad attitude," he grumbled rolling onto his back.
Keitha grinned indolently. "You do," she beamed, "Maybe I'm just echoing you."
He snorted, she had to be worse than he was. Or maybe it was just because he was in a position of some authority over her. All the times people tried to control him or tell him he had a bad attitude drifted lazily through his mind, making the captain restless.
"If you still want to come," he said standing up and pulling on clothes from they'd been casually tossed off, "You better get ready now."
"Already?" Keitha frowned.
Smoker grunted in response, pulling on his large boots.
Keitha scrambled around her room like a hummingbird. She was trying to clean up some of the mess she'd made earlier and hopping into clothes. Smoker watched in quiet amazement, the girl could really put clothes on fast when she wanted. She finished before he did, Benton slung over her shoulders, a black shirt snug over her chest (though not even close to as much as the one she'd gotten from Headquarters) and dark blue jeans on. Frowning, she shot a glance out her window. "Do you think it's cold enough for a jacket?"
Smoker shrugged. He was planning to bring his jacket but he usually did, since he hated shirts and it pretty much warned people to stay away from him unless they had something important. Keitha gave him a lopsided grin as he slipped into his jacket. "Right, wrong person to ask," she laughed softly. She found a gray shirt; light but servicable against any colder ocean breezes.
Deciding that this meant she was ready to go, Smoker was about to open the door before he remembered the chair in his way. Right, not his office. He couldn't be seen casually storming out of her quarters like they were his own. Keitha grinned evilly at his pause, "It occurs to me that you're sort of stuck in here until I give the signal that it's safe."
The marine captain folded his arms across his chest, fixing her with a dark stare that said, "If you even think about it I'll find a way to make you wash dishes until your twenty-fifth birthday," hoping it would deter her. She looked up at his glare timidly.
"Relax," she frowned, "I wasn't going to do anything."
Smoker nodded. Good. Because if she did...
She put her chair back at her tiny disk, still covered in air mail bottles, most likely songs she had to send out to Aiden but hadn't she also said something about a report to HQ about him? It was generally meant to be kept secret that during their final leg of training marine spies were sent to captains the brass was trying to investigate. However, Smoker already knew it and so Keitha made no efforts to hide it. That and probably because she didn't care whether he knew she was actually spying on him or not. He'd try to get away from her either way or he wouldn't; it was as simple as that in her mind.
"You mentioned a report to HQ?" it was meant to be a statement not a question but it led into a question, "What did your others say?"
He only asked out of simple curiosity at what crazy lies (or crazy truths) she chose to share with men she hated even more than he did. It wasn't because he wanted to know what she thought of him (or so he told himself) or rather what she told people she thought of him. Nor out of any worry over the consequences of her papers. Just curiosity.
Keitha frowned, "Basically just what they wanted to hear."
Smoker arched an eyebrow. That sounded dangerous.
"You know... 'Captain Smoker isn't adjusting well to staying on one island but he hasn't let any pirates escape Loguetown.' 'Captain Smoker has trouble following orders, and balks at any suggestion that even sounds like a command.' 'Captain Smoker doesn't follow the dress code and lets his men slip it as much as he does. This kind of sloppy behavior could lead to further embarassment of the marines and should be inspected immediately,'" Keitha intoned, quoting her own writing and trying to sound like one of the higher-ups. "You know, the same old bullshit you've probably gotten in trouble for a million times already. 'Smoker Taisa seems to be reigned in but pull too hard and he'll buck his bridle.' 'The White Hunter's devotion to justice is admirable but his execution of it leaves many questions about his methods and loyalties.'"
Smoker smirked lightly. She seemed to regret the idea of getting him in trouble even though she knew she couldn't prevent it either way.
Her shouldered hunched forward lightly perhaps from unconcious stress of trying to deal with the politics the marines threw her way. "It's more to convince them they've broken me in, truth be told."
The White Hunter arched an eyebrow at this. He could readily believe that with Keitha. Still, how did they intend to have her investigate herself?
"You think they want to inspect you but basically... they want to make sure I'm broken in too. You're something of a temptation thrown my way to see if I've learned my lessons and gotten rid of 'bad habits' in the academy," she explained.
"How's that?" Smoker growled over twin cigars.
Seeming to feel the tension in her shoulders even more, Keitha rolled them nervously. "Things like..." she frowned unsure how to explain it. "I think... They want to see if... if I'll take your side."
Smoker arched an eyebrow again at this. His side? What did that even mean?
"Like... if I make you out to be this hero, they'll know they didn't beat my rebellious nature out of me. They'll figure I'm siding with 'you' against the 'them.' Them being the brass and idiots with rank who think power means you can do whatever you want, justice or not," she sighed heavily. "If I sound like them, all snippy and with a tattletale edge even on stupid fucking shit we know means jack... Well they might know something is up but they'll figure either they taught me well enough to blend in or that I'm just trying to find anything I can to get you in trouble. Either way, they'll be satisfied."
Smoker blinked. Had he once said she didn't think anything through? She seemed to have that through as well as he could have. He was a little stunned and had to give her grudging respect for it. Whatever the brass thought; she was good at what she did. And if she was lucky (which all too often she was) then maybe she'd be good enough to get away with her scheming. Smoker tousled her red hair, brown leather gloves back on his hands. "Tell them what you think is best, Lieutenant," he told her.
She perked up, pleased that he trusted her insticts even regarding his own career. "I was thinking that when I tell them you have a bad attitude that I'd add that you grumble to yourself when you think no one is around about how much HQ sucks." Smoker couldn't tell if she was joking or not. She was probably serious. The captain sighed, regretting having even asked.
"And I was REALLY tempted to tell them you like to go out on Friday nights and pick up a dozen blondes and have them call you 'Pimp Daddy' and drive them around on your motorcycle," she grinned ear to evil ear. Smoker twitched at the thought. "Of course, no one would believe it. That kind of rumor would have spread fast. But I thought it'd be fun to pretend that no one else knew because 'Pimp Daddy' was your secret identity and the rest of the marines all thought you were out drinking and hunting pirates all 'I'm a lone hunter!' style. Because it'd behilarious to watch you try live it down and deny it and prove it's not true because how do you prove something like that isn't true?"
Smoker massaged his temples suddenly realizing Keitha, for all her seeming impulsivity must have had a lot of self-control because if she did half of the crazy shit she thought about doing the world would have spiralled into complete chaos years ago. He was suddenly rather glad that she seemed to like him so much because he rather suspected the torture she already put him through would have been a hundred times worse if she disliked him. "Lieutenant," he pointed a finger, "Door."
Blushing that she'd gotten so distracted that she forgot she saluted, "Oh right um, hai."
She stepped out the door, looking for all the world like a spy who was keeping secret explosives in her room that she didn't want anyone else to see. Fortunately, this was the look she had every time she left her room. She told him once that it was because it made her laugh to think that someone might actually think she booby-trapped her room and stay away from it because of it. "Hush," she told her door after slipping through a crack, "Don't blow up yet."
Smoker shook his head. He could only imagine the looks people must give her when they saw her doing it. To be fair, most people already felt she was extremely mentally unstable but in the marines that wasn't as uncommon as one would think.
"Yeah, it's clear," she whispered out a corner of her mouth.
Smoker darted out of the room, shutting the door hastily and was halfway down the corrider before Keitha caught up with him.
"So where we going?" she asked as casually as ever, trying to get ahead of him so she could walk backwards in front of him. She said it strained her neck less that way. With her clutzness almost as bad as Tashigi's though, Smoker wondered how she didn't bang into things more often. He was beginning to see that a lot of her bruises were from stupid risks like that. Tashigi was clutzier but tried to be careful. Keithat was clumsy but an idiot as well.
One time he'd caught her trying to jump over one of the lunch tables on a dare from another marine. Of course, she'd missed horribly, banging up her knees and laughing it off like it was nothing, later on confused that she even had bruises there. God help him, he was surrouned by idiots.
"You'll find out when we get there," Smoker grumbled over chewed on cigars.
"Ooohhh a mystery destination!" she shivered with relish. Smoker arched an eyebrow. He'd been expecting her to bitch at him and try to fish it out of him with any method she knew how. "Does it have alcohol?"
For a second Smoker thought this question meant she wanted a drink even though he'd never seen her have any alcoholic drinks, she always opted for the kid stuff. But then he realized it was just her usual 20 questions version of trying to figure out what he was up to, like when she'd been trying to figure out what type of girl he liked. He sighed, really wishing he wouldn't have to resort to tying her up somewhere to get rid of her. It was tempting to do nonetheless but she'd probably be extra whiney and even more obnoxious to deal with afterwards.
"Oohh I know! Are we going to the docks? I bet you have all these secret 'sources' you have to get in touch with. Am I right?" she asked, far too hyper as always.
Smoker ignored her and led her through the backdoors. He wasn't about to let any of his men know that she'd found a way to con a ride on his trike. No one was allowed to touch his machine. No one. To have her riding on it... that'd be probably be as hard to live down as her blonde bimbos rumor if she ever chose to spread it.
Even though no one was allowed near his motorcycle usually, he did have a spare helmet. Not for passengers but because sometimes it got too windy to risk turning into smoke form. He plopped the helmet on her head backwards as he climbed in his seat, revving his custom-made engine and letting the machine howl to life.
"How do you see in this thing?" she joked before turning it around. Smoker ignored her. She inspected the machine, walking around it to get a good look from all angles. "Very nice," she grinned.
It was a nice machine. Smoker loved it. If she scratched it with her typical idiocy...
She peered at the seat. It was high ridged and definitely not suited for having passengers. Smoker was a loner and his motorcycle had been designed with that in mind. Nevertheless, she climbed behind him like she had no problem with it, determined not to be left behind, no matter how boring of an excursion Smoker insisted it would be. Her legs were too short to reach the ground now that she was sitting behind him and she experimentally rested her feet on the back wheels before finding this to her satisfaction and wrapping her arms around as his waist as much as she could.
Between boobs and chair, Keitha couldn't her arms all the way around his waist but at least she'd be able to hang on. She chuckled out loud at something and Smoker looked back at her, black helmet covering and hiding her red hair. If they were lucky no one would see them but hopefully even if she did get spotted no one would have a clue who she was. The Benton itself was a give away but the sheath was generic marine and the hilt wasn't very identifiable.
"What's so funny?" he growled.
She snickered again, "Any excuse to hug you."
Smoker snorted, guiding his bike out of the warehouse garage he kept it safe in. Keitha adjusted her head to the other shoulder, suddenly getting poked by his jitte hilt and slid a little closer.
Not done because I've somehow managed to get up a chapter and a half a day it looks like. Gotta finish the other half tomorrow. If I'm lucky I'll finish this and another.