Let's see what shenanigans she gets into this time.

Enjoy.

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It was bright and sunny out. Just the right temperature. Good for sailing. Not too hot nor windy. All ships were going to enjoy the day for certain. Even those that did have work and regular duties at hand. 

Washington was making her rounds when she bumped into her older sister. She seemed a little worried. Although Washington always seemed to help her no matter what the case may be. "Something wrong?"

"Only a little. A special request for Lieutenant. But, I can't. The outfit is, too small..." North Carolina seemed a little nervous replying to Washington.

"Too small? Exactly what's that supposed to mean? How? And how am I supposed to fit in it?" Asked Washington.

"Actually, you would fit in it." Nodded North Carolina.

"Huh?" Washington gasped as she saw her sister make circular motions around her chest. "You got to be kidding me..."

"Well I can't exactly have it down and just walk into Lieutenant's office all bare up there can I?" Argued North Carolina. 

"Somehow I don't believe but okay. I'll do it. But I can change back out of it once the job is done, correct?" She saw her nod. "Okay, let's see what we have."

Washington followed North Carolina into a room to change in and gasped at the black bunny outfit. Not even any fabric or fishnet in the middle section to help take someone's eyes off. Washington grumbled over to North Carolina as this was not the plan she wanted for the day. 

"You can't be serious. This is a delivery?" Complained Washington. A bunny suit that was more like a bikini or a casino city show girl outfit. This was crazy.

"This outfit, a package in a brown bag, and that should be it."

"Should?"

"Yes."

"Should?" Washington said again.

"Well there's a powerful man in there. I don't see what other orders would be in there. But I've been wrong before."

"That's what I'm afraid of. But it shall be quick." North Carolina tried to ease her little sister but it was already too late for that.

"So exactly how did you get this task at hand? Isn't it going to be quite different seeing my hair and you are the long and flowing blonde?"

"That's not important."

"If you say so..."

"Need help getting dressed?"

"I should be okay. Or rather, I SHOULD be fine."

Fast forward a few minutes and Washington felt that she was wearing a black and fancy basketball net as an outfit. Then the accessories to her made no sense. Gloves. So important and yet her stomach exposed. A regular tie where it was just going to fall into her cleavage instead of a bowtie. Did it really need more teasing? And black heels and not tall at all. Comfortable and for any occasion. This was totally not ideal, but for what it was worth, not awful for just one job.  

Washington took one final mirror check. She looked sexy, but in her mind too sexy. Sexy to a level that only a lover should see in the bedroom. Not so confident with it she walked out and saw North Carolina. "Okay, so where's this bag I need to deliver? Or what it is?"

"Cafeteria kitchen and there should be a bag that says 'Lieutenant' on it. Should be simple." North Carolina instructed.

"You and that S word again. Really?" Washington sighed. "Sure. Sure. Let's hope the place is empty."

The platinum bunny was off to the kitchen. Double checking hallways before she entered them. It was a clear line of sight. Everyone was outside or working. Perfect for her. All she came across was one maid. One that was very timid. Edenburgh blushed and looked a way. The outfit was too risque for her eyesight. 

At last she made it to the kitchen. There was only one someone in there. And she too was in a racy outfit. Rather, an apron does not pass as a top. It was no one other than Prinz Eugen. Turning around and finding out that she wasn't the only one dressing to impress. 

"Guten tag. Ja. The bunny." Teased Prinz Eugen.

"Please don't stare too hard." Blushed Washington.

"I'm baking someone for my Liebling (Darling). What are you doing?" Prinz wanted the details on this one. Not every day that someone is in a bunny outfit more sexy than usual. 

"I have to deliver a package to Lieutenant. I was told it's in the refrigerator." Washington wanted this to be quick and easy. But in her mind it was anything but.  

"Ja. Brown paper bag. Been here for nearly an hour. Be quick now." She winked at the bunny and got back to mixing in a bowl. 

Washington went into the fridge and grabbed the brown paper bag. She saw what was sticking out of it the entire time. She shook her head. All of this fuse for a bottle of champagne. Dressing up in that borderline lingerie outfit to deliver one bottle of champagne. Unbelievable.

Washington with a full pink face grabbed the bag and marched over to the Lieutenant's office. Mad and hot as Hell's fire while the outfit felt like it was getting tighter around the chest as she hit the stairs. Then finally after all of that work and mental frustration and stress she made it to the door. Hallway empty as she had knocked. 

"Hello?" Said a male voice.

"Delivery for Lieutenant Sir." Called Washington from the hallway. 

"Oh yes-yes. Do come right in. I'm at my desk." Called Lieutenant.

I hope he's alone. Sighed Washington. She turned the door and walked in. And behold, across from his desk is Commander. WHY!? She screamed in her head as she held her head down and delivered the bottle to the desk.

"Washington? You look beautiful." Said Commander.

"Uh, thank you, Sir." She replied hesitantly preparing for an inappropriate comment.

"Are you feeling okay? This is quite unexpected." Replied Commander.

"I feel like I should have had someone else do this job. I'm sorry Sirs."

"No need to apologize. Tell you what. There is a dinner tonight with Lieutenenat and I with Coronel this evening. I would like you to join by my side. Dressing of your choosing of course."

"Sir?" Washington heard good news. That was the real surprise. "You certain?"

"Positive." He nodded with a stern look. 

"Very well Sir. See you soon." Washington slowly and gently closed the door behind her and tried to catch her breath. Nearly feeling herself sweat again. Finding it almost unbearable that she was seen in that outfit by Commander. Closing her eyes and getting it together. She probably wouldn't take the job knowing Commander would be in there. But, she's his date. And, can dress how she chooses. And she did not know who would be next to her at the table. The other two girls were a mystery. There was no mention of them.

Although, as she went back to that room to change back, she was wondering what she was going to wear. Only now two hours before she had to leave. Not much time at all for a gorgeous woman as herself to pamper for a man and their appearance. Once she got back to her room she realized that she didn't have anything for that certain occasion. But her sister, she definitely did. Once she went over however, she knocked on the door to find out the real truth. 

"Sister? Can I come in?" Asked Washington.

"Go right ahead. Just getting ready." Called North Carolina. 

"For what exactly?" Washington opened the door to see her sister browsing the wardrobe to find that a dress.

"A dress to compliment Lieutenant." North Carolina answered proudly.

"Okay, that's torn it." Sighed Washington. "This whole thing was to have us head to the most important table at the gathering?"

"Not on purpose..." Giggled North Carolina.

"Pick a color." Washington growled.

"Now-now. I have just the thing. The white one in the corner, third from the left. Wash and fluff your hair and you will stand out, look sexy, and quite graceful."

"Everything has worked so far. Might as well go for it." Washington nodded without fuse. She had less than two hours to get it all together and greet the Commander at the big table. 

When that time came the two sisters walked into the hall and with their ranking caps off and in fresh uniform Lieutenant and Commander were ready to escort to the table. With The Coronel already sitting down apparently. But exactly who was he with? What woman would be complimenting him? As North Carolina and Washington nodded at each other and followed the two men, the pondered the thought. It could be anyone. 

They saw meduim-short dark hair and a black dress with gold star dangling earrings. A little surprised to see Georgia next to Coronel. Tonight was golden. With a little bit of blue. That was certainly unexpected. Any girl from the fleet available. Must be the eyes. Maybe the accent. 

"Oh my stars. How are ya ladies? Me and sugarpie haven't been waiting long." Smiled Georgia. "No work, no papers. Just food and dancing."

"Speaking of." Commander offered his hand to Washington. "Cravings aren't for another half-hour. May I have this first dance? Get to talk and go slowly?" He offered.

Washington looked at his hand. Then to North Carolina and back to his hand. Following to looking up to his smile. Taking his hand and going along with it. And getting to speak alone? Striking when the iron is hot.

As Commander took her hand she nervously passed a few ships. Some jealous, some pleased, and others thinking that this is going to be a pleasure to watch Commander dance for the first time. "Sir?" She asked.

"Yes?" He stopped so he could hold her by the hand and waist. She blushed and went with his first step. "Go on my dear."

"Why me Sir?" Asking innocently and not much confidence behind her question.

"Your sister was coming and you are more lovely than you give yourself credit for. That said, I thought you would accompany." He smiled and twirled her around. 

"I had no idea you were a dancer." Shocked Washington.

"I am a little older of a man, but I raised to treat a lady, to dance, and be kind to the people around him. I cannot speak for all, but I do my best not to disappoint."

"You don't ever." There was a huge smile across her face. This was how it started? A vote of confidence and the nerves settling down in five minutes? It was time to really start to enjoy the night. A very close person in tow, samplings from the great chefs ready in no time, and she was going to turn heads in the way she chose. 

Seeing that smile is why North Carolina had her jump through all of those hoops. It was stressful, quite embarrassing, and uncomfortable not knowing what this was all leaning to. But was it well worth it to have her fantasy of the man she thought of being with her exclusively? Even if it was just for one magical level type night?

The answer, is always yes.

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The rest is up to your imagination. 

-Relly