You stride directly to Albedo, who turns at your approach with golden eyes sharpening in recognition. Before she can speak, you reach up and grasp her horns firmly, not rough, but possessive enough that her breath catches. You pull her down into a kiss that's all authority and heat, your tongue sliding past her parted lips as her hands hover uncertainly at her sides.

  When you pull back, her pupils are dited, lips flushed. "I came here to get the jet skis in the water and check the vehicles were emptied," you say, voice low and teasing. "While I easily believe my Albedo is capable of having it done without me, the fact that those are the exact things she reports as soon as I get here makes me need to ask, was it C.C. or Rin who spoiled what I was coming here for?"

  Albedo's mouth opens, but you resume kissing her before she can answer, one hand sliding down to cup her breast through the fitted bck fabric of her outfit. You squeeze slowly, feeling the weight of her flesh beneath your palm, the way her nipple hardens against your touch even through yers of clothing.

  She makes a soft sound against your mouth, not quite a moan, but close. When you pull back again, her expression is carefully neutral except for the flush spreading across her pale cheeks.

  "Oh, my Albedo is avoiding answering me," you murmur, thumb brushing across where you know her nipple presses. "I might have to schedule another punishment."

  Her breath hitches. Golden eyes flicker with something between anticipation and calcution.

  "In the meantime," you continue, releasing her breast but keeping one hand on her waist, "I've only got two options. Either enjoy publicly teasing my girls, or-" You turn toward where Sango stands near the vehicle lineup, her brown eyes watching the exchange with carefully controlled neutrality. "Sango, will you please stay on shore and guard Albedo?"

  Sango straightens, one hand reflexively touching Hiraikotsu's strap. "Of course."

  You turn back to Albedo, whose composure is rebuilding brick by brick. "Albedo, pick two-" you gesture toward the cluster of women coordinating supplies near the RVs, "-that you don't need here to drive the jet skis back with me to the Anchorage."

  Albedo's golden eyes sweep across the dock, assessing personnel distribution with clinical precision even as her breathing remains slightly unsteady. "Yoruichi and Nova," she says after three seconds. "Shinobu's strength is needed for cargo handling. Kurumi and Sinon are coordinating the next LARC rotation. Mikasa is supervising vehicle inspection."

  Her gaze returns to yours, and there's a flicker of something warm beneath the professional assessment. "Yoruichi has been... restless. Nova will appreciate the tactical transit."

  You release her waist, stepping back. "Then let's get them moving."

  Albedo nods once, already turning toward the RV lineup to signal the two women.

  You move through the staging area where supplies are being loaded, finding Sinon first. She's securing cargo straps on one of the waiting RVs, her short blue hair catching the floodlights. You step up behind her, catching her attention with a hand on her shoulder. She turns, and you lean in for a quick kiss, brief but firm, your lips meeting hers for just a moment before pulling back. Her sharp eyes soften slightly, and she nods once before returning to her work.

  Mikasa stands near the vehicle lineup, inspecting tire pressure with methodical precision. You approach from her left, and she straightens as you near. The kiss you give her is equally quick, but she responds by leaning into it for half a second longer, her hand briefly touching your chest before she steps back. "Be careful out there," she says quietly, her dark eyes holding yours.

  "I do need to be careful. Yoruichi and Nova are indeed dangerous." You kiss her again, soft and lingering, letting your lips press against hers until she exhales against you. "I can already imagine the fun you will all have on those jet skis once the sun comes up. We'll need more jet skis when we pass Los Angeles."

  Kurumi is coordinating the next LARC rotation with Albedo, her gothic dress swaying as she gestures toward the dock. When you touch her elbow, she turns with a knowing smile. "Checking in on all your girls?" she teases, but accepts the quick kiss without compint, her golden-red eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't keep Nova waiting too long. She's been staring at those jet skis like they're tactical equipment."

  You kiss her again, deeper this time, one hand on her waist. "My girls. I like the sound of that. Guess that means I have to hold on tight regardless of who I sit with, thanks for the warning."

  Shinobu stands slightly apart from the others, watching the harbor with her arms crossed. You approach her st, and she turns her head as you near. The single kiss you give her is gentle, respectful of her age-old nature despite her youthful appearance. She doesn't respond, but her golden eyes track you as you step away, and there's something thoughtful in her expression.

  At the water's edge, two jet skis sit secured to the dock, sleek machines painted in dark blue and bck. Yoruichi stands beside one, already wearing a life vest over her dark fitted clothing, her purple hair tied back. Nova stands beside the other, her midnight gray Specter armor gleaming under the lights, blonde ponytail hanging down her back.

  "About time," Yoruichi says with a grin, swinging one leg over her jet ski. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

  You move to Nova's jet ski, stepping onto the runner behind the seat. She's already seated, violet eyes gncing back as you settle in behind her. You slide one arm around her stomach, feeling the cool composite pting of her armor beneath your palm, then bring your other arm higher, just above her breasts but below her colrbone, fingers spread across her upper chest. You lean forward against her back, your chest pressing to her shoulder bdes.

  "Drive," you say quietly near her ear.

  Nova's posture shifts slightly, her breathing deepening as she processes the contact. Her hands settle on the handlebars with tactical precision. "Understood."

  You turn your head toward Yoruichi, who's already revving her engine experimentally. "Hey Yoruichi, I know you're going to have fun with these, but try not to go too far out."

  Yoruichi ughs, golden eyes fshing with competitive energy. "No promises, Brad. But I'll keep you in sight." She guns the throttle, and her jet ski surges forward, cutting a white wake through the dark water.

  Nova waits three seconds, then accelerates smoothly. The jet ski unches forward, engine roaring, and you tighten your arms around her as the wind hits your face. The lights of Trinidad Harbor recede behind you, the USS Anchorage's silhouette growing rger ahead.

  You keep your arms wrapped around Nova as she accelerates smoothly across the dark water, the engine's roar filling the night air. Your chest presses against her back through the composite armor pting, and you can feel her shoulders tense as she pilots the jet ski with tactical precision.

  To your right, Yoruichi's jet ski cuts a parallel course, her purple ponytail whipping in the wind. She gnces over with a competitive grin, then guns her throttle. Her jet ski surges forward, carving a sharp turn that sends up a spray of white foam.

  "Nova," you say near her ear, your voice raised over the engine noise. "She's challenging you. Have some fun with it."

  Nova's violet eyes flick toward Yoruichi's wake. For three seconds she doesn't respond. Then her hands shift on the handlebars, and the jet ski banks hard to the right. The sudden acceleration presses you tighter against her back, your arms automatically tightening around her stomach and upper chest.

  Yoruichi ughs, the sound carrying across the water as she cuts left to intercept. The two jet skis weave through the dark harbor, engines screaming, trading position back and forth. Nova's piloting is efficient, no wasted motion, every turn calcuted, but there's something else emerging beneath the tactical precision. When Yoruichi pulls ahead, Nova adjusts her grip and pushes the throttle harder.

  "That's it," you murmur against her ear, feeling the subtle shift in her posture. "Enjoy it."

  Nova doesn't answer verbally, but her breathing deepens. The rigid military bearing softens by mere percentage, barely noticeable except for how closely you're pressed against her. She cuts inside Yoruichi's next turn, taking the shorter line, and for five seconds pulls ahead.

  Yoruichi whoops, clearly delighted, and the chase continues. You keep your arms exactly where they are, one around Nova's stomach, the other across her upper chest, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing through the armor. The physical contact is constant, grounding, a steady anchor as the jet ski bounces across the water.

  The silhouette of USS Anchorage grows rger ahead, its bulk blocking out stars. Yoruichi's jet ski pulls alongside, matching speed, and she fshes you both a grin before pointing toward the ship's well deck where the current LARC is docked.

  Nova reduces throttle, transitioning from racing speed to approach velocity with the same tactical smoothness she applies to everything. But when you don't immediately release your hold, she makes no move to shift away from the contact.

  "Status assessment," Nova says quietly, her voice almost lost under the engine's idle. "Recreational activity: completed successfully. Physical contact parameters: acceptable."

  Yoruichi's jet ski idles beside yours as both approach the well deck ramp. She's still grinning, windblown and energized. "Not bad for a first race," Yoruichi says, swinging her leg over to dismount. "Nova almost had me on that st turn."

  You breath deep and steady, feeling Nova's body shift slightly as she cuts the engine. Yoruichi's jet ski idles beside yours, her grin still bright despite the te hour and cold spray. The well deck's interior lighting casts everything in harsh fluorescent white, reflecting off the water's surface.

  Nova steps off carefully, your arms releasing her as she moves. "Tactical assessment: recreational watercraft operations are... enjoyable." There's the faintest hesitation before that st word, like she's testing unfamiliar vocabury.

  You secure both jet skis to the dock cleats while Yoruichi stretches, her fitted dark clothing clinging to her curves from the spray. When you straighten, she's watching you with golden eyes that hold clear interest.

  "So," she says, stepping closer. "Are we just parking these, or did you have something else in mind?"

  You reach out, one hand settling on Yoruichi's waist while the other catches Nova's wrist. "Something else."

  Yoruichi's grin widens. "Thought so." She leans in, lips meeting yours with confident heat. Her mouth tastes like salt spray and adrenaline, tongue sliding against yours as her hands grip your shoulders.

  When you pull back, Nova is watching with her characteristic analytical focus. You tug her closer by the wrist, feeling the cool composite of her armor beneath your palm. "Your turn."

  Nova's violet eyes flicker between your face and Yoruichi's. Then she steps forward with military precision, tilting her head to align properly before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is methodical at first, testing pressure, angle, response. But after three seconds something shifts, and her free hand comes up to rest against your chest as she deepens the contact.

  Yoruichi watches with obvious approval, one hand trailing down your back. "Not bad, Nova. You're learning."

  When Nova pulls back, her breathing is slightly elevated. "Positive response achieved."

  "That's one way to put it," Yoruichi ughs, then turns serious. "Though we probably shouldn't stay out here too long. Well deck's not exactly private."

  As if on cue, footsteps echo from the upper deck. Rin appears at the railing, her crimson hair catching the light. "Brad! There you are." She starts down the stairs, her expression a mix of impatience and heat. "I need you. Now."

  Yoruichi raises an eyebrow. "Demanding, isn't she?"

  Rin reaches the bottom of the stairs, her crimson eyes fixed on you with unmistakable intent. "One of the motorhomes. I want to ride you until I can't think straight." She gnces at Yoruichi and Nova. "Unless you two want to watch?"

  Yoruichi's grin returns, sharper now. "Tempting. But I think Nova and I can entertain ourselves for a bit." She shoots you a knowing look. "Don't keep her waiting too long. Jealous mages are dangerous."

  Rin's hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you toward the ramp leading up to the vehicle deck. "Come on. I've been thinking about this since the first airport."

  Rin pulls you through the motorhome door, her crimson eyes bzing with need. The moment the door closes she's on you, hands fumbling with your belt while her mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss. You give her the lead, stepping back until you hit the edge of the bed and sitting down hard.

  She straddles you immediately, her skirt hiking up around her hips as she works your pants down just enough. "I've been thinking about this all day," she breathes against your mouth, her hands bracing on your shoulders. "Watching you with everyone else, knowing-"

  Her words cut off as she sinks down onto you, her head falling back with a gasp. She sets the pace immediately, fast, urgent, her hips rolling as she rides you with single-minded intensity. Her hands grip your shoulders hard enough to bruise, nails digging into fabric.

  "Fuck," she pants, her rhythm already starting to stutter. "Brad, I-oh god-"

  The first orgasm hits her after barely two minutes, her inner muscles clenching around you as she shudders. But she doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down. She keeps moving through it, chasing the next peak desperately.

  You watch her come apart twice more, her crimson hair pstered to her flushed face, before deciding she's had enough control. Your hands slide under her thighs and you stand, lifting her with you. Her eyes fly open in surprise as you press her back against the motorhome wall.

  "Brad-what are you-"

  You answer by driving into her slowly, deliberately, pistoning your hips with a slow pace. The angle is different now, deeper, and you feel her nails rake down your back as she gasps.

  "Yes," she moans, her legs wrapping tight around your waist. "Like that-please-"

  You take your time, building the rhythm until she's trembling in your arms, until her voice breaks on your name. When you finally let yourself go, she comes with you, her whole body going rigid before going limp in your grip.

  You carry her back to the bed, sitting down with her still in your p. She's breathing hard, sweat cooling on her skin, but when you shift slightly she makes a small sound of protest.

  "Not done," she mumbles against your neck. "Want more."

  You release her legs, letting her weight settle fully onto you again. "Then take it, My. Rin."

  Her hips start moving again, slower this time but no less intense. She rides you with her face buried in your shoulder, making soft needy sounds as she chases another climax. You feel it building in her, the way her movements become erratic, the way her breathing catches-

  She comes one final time and goes completely boneless, her body sliding forward against your chest as consciousness slips away. You catch her carefully, adjusting her weight so she's comfortable, still joined with you as her breathing evens out into sleep.

  SnafuSam