Prologue- "A masquerade party?" Lucas asked.

Lonnie nodded her head. "It's a great idea!" She thought for a moment. "And I know just the thing to come as."

"Me too," Dagwood said. "What's a masquerade party?"

"It's when people dress up in costumes," you tell him.

"Oh. What would Dagwood come as?"

"I'm going as a mad scientist," Lucas said. (Big stretch there?)

***********

The room was dimly lit as you entered, and you decided that this was one of Lonnie's better "limited shore leave" ideas. You look around, trying to pick out your friends, trying to recognize costumes.

Tim walks up to you and smiles. "You look great!" he gushes. "Where did you get the idea for that costume?"

You look down at the wisps of cloth you are wearing. "From a book I'm reading.....'Arabian Nights'."

"It suits you," he says as he eyes your belly dancer's outfit. "Is it really from Arabian Nights?"

You laugh and shrug. "And where did you get yours from?"

Tim puts his arms out, so you can see his entire outfit. It consists of an ancient-leather type outfit, breast plate, funny hat, and sword. "I'm Joxer The Mighty."

You raise an eyebrow. "Uhhhhh..."

"1990's television?" he says, then launches into a song. "Joxer the mighty, master of virility. Every woman wants him, he's so sexy it's a sin. If you want a special kiss, he's the man you can't resist."

His voice carries across the room, and you try not to laugh as you blush.

"Have you been drinking, Tim?" a voice says from behind you. You turn around as Tim stoops singing, and blink at the sight of Commander Ford.

"No, I haven't been drinking," Tim says. "Not in the last two minutes at least." He spots someone at the other end of the room, and takes off.

You turn back to Ford, and look him over. "Nice outfit," you say. "I never pictured you as a riverboat gambler."

He laughs slightly. "Well.....I always liked the old west. Besides, there's not much to choose from when you have one days notice." "How true," you laugh. "You seem to have had enough time to find an outfit."

You smile slightly. "This old thing? Why, I had this lying around."

Ford blushes slightly, then smiles. "Really. And do you...dance?"

"I could be tempted to," you smile. "But, uh....here comes your date."

Ford sighs, puts on a smile, and turns. He steps back at the site of his date. Lonnie smiles at him, and you try not to laugh. The last thing you EVER expected Lonnie to show up as, was a nun.

"Hi!" she chirps. "Having fun?" She eyes your outfit. "Nice. It suits you."

"So does yours!" you say. "Excuse me." You walk away quickly, duck into a corner, and double over in laughter.

A shadow falls over you, and you glance up. You stand, and stare open mouthed at the sight of Miguel Ortiz. He is dressed in tight white speedos, a short red coat, and has a whistle hanging around his neck.

He smiles. "I'm a lifeguard," he explains.

You try to speak, but all sorts of interesting scenarios are suddenly running through you mind.

"Are you all right?" he asks with concern as he leans closer to you. "Do you need....CPR?" He raises an eyebrow.

You nod, and find your voice. "Mouth to mouth would be good." you say as he leans even closer. You close your eyes in anticipation. He moves in, pausing to look down the top of your outfit.

************

Twenty minutes later, you walk out of the shadows of the corner, followed buy a very happy looking Miguel. He grabs your arm, causing you to stop.

"Hold on," he says. "You top's crooked."

He spends an unusual amount of time straightening it for you, smiling the entire time. "I always liked this outfit on you," he says. "Would you object to a dance?"

You swallow hard as the scenarios once again come to mind. "Not at all.....here, or would you like a 'private' showing?"

Miguel's eyes grow wide. He coughs slightly. "I'll be right back," he mutters, and walks away quickly.

You laugh as you watch him go, and turn your attention back to the crowd. You see Lonnie dancing in her habit; Lucas with his hair a mess, wearing a white lab coat; Tim, still wearing his 'Joxer' hat, posing with his hands on hips for a table of women; Ford looking mighty dapper as a riverboat gambler. Someone taps you on the shoulder, and you turn.

"Hiya!" Tony says. "Nice outfit."

"Thanks," you say. "Yours too." You smile. "Yep....nice pinstripes."

"Hey!" Tony smiles. "All the gangster's from the '30's wore these." He looks around, staring on shock at the sight of Lonnie, then continues to look. "Seen Dags?"

You nod. "Just look for the big guy in the police uniform."

"Dagwood came as a cop??" Tony blinks in amazement. "Hope he don't try ta arrest me." He spots a woman sitting alone at a table. "If you will excuse me....I see someone that needs me."

You watch Tony leave, and scan the room for the last of your friends. Jim Brody is nowhere to be seen. You jump as a sheet is suddenly put around your face, and whirl into the arms of Jim Brody.

"Well, hello my little belly dancer," he says with an exaggerated accent. "Shall we dance?"

You nod, and he leads you onto the floor. He pulls you closer with the sheet, and stares into your eyes.

"What's with the sheet?" you whisper. "You're dressed as a pirate."

He nods. "Yeah, but I saw you with that outfit, and I couldn't resist the 'sheik' bit." He tosses the sheet onto a table, and dances you to the middle of the floor. "Besides, I'm a buccaneer, not a pirate."

"Same difference," you whisper in to his chest.

"Oh...but there 'is' a difference," he says. "And I shall prove it to you." He dances you off into a corner, puts your back against the wall, and leans close.

"The penalty for not knowing the difference is a kiss.....a long....kiss."

You pay the penalty willingly.

"You know," he whispers as his hands move along your body, "I always liked that outfit on you."

The End

Tony Piccolo stopped walking when he saw you approaching form the other direction. He breathed on the back of his hand, checked his breath, and satisfied that it wouldn't kill you, smiled.

"Hi Tony," you say as you walk by him.

"Hi!" he turns to watch you go. "Hey?"

You turn. "Yeah?"

"There's a movie playin' tonight in Rec Room 3...wanna see it?"

"Sure," you reply. Then, you notice a package in his hands.

"What's that?"

He opens the box and holds it out. "For my sister. Her b-day is next week."

You take the totally adorable teddy bear out of the box. "Oh, this is so cute! How old is she going to be?"

"How should I know?" Tony asks. "I don' even know if it's a she."

You look up at him, shocked. He laughs.

"My sis is gonna be 15," he pauses. "She ain't too old for teddy bears, is she?"

"Nope," you reply. "Most females love to get these little guys as gifts."

"Really?" he asks in an interested voice.

********

Tony walked out of the sub's store, clutching a brown bag in his hands.

This will get her! he thinks in glee. After all, chicks love teddy bears.

He rounds the corner and takes a step back as you appear in front of him.

"Hi Tony," you say. "Whatcha got in the bag?"

"Nuttin'" he says quickly.

"Pretty big for nuttin'" you smile. "Is it a gift?"

"Uh...."

"Who for?" you are curious.

"Uhh..."

"For me?" you ask innocently.

"Uhhh..." Tony turns a nice shade of pink. "You'll find out later."

You smile again. "Oh, I do love surprises," you say in a silky voice.

"You do?"

"Yes...very much so." You step closer to him, and he backs against the wall. "And, I always show my appreciation to the gift giver."

Tony swallows hard. "You...you do??" His fingers tighten around the bag. "How?"

You move even closer. "Oh, I think a preview might be in order."

You slowly move to his face, and deliver the longest, sweetest kiss that he has ever experienced in his entire life.

You hear a tearing sound, and glance down to find that his fingers have ripped through the bag he's holding.

You move back slightly, and smile. "And, like in the movies, that was only a preview."

Tony inhales deeply. "A preview?" He swallows again as he tries to get the blood moving back to his brain. "And the main attraction?"

You lean to him again, and whisper in his ear. He turns pink, then red, then smiles broadly. You feel something hard against your leg, and pull back.

"What's that?" you whisper and raise your eyebrow.

"It's my pal," Tony says.

Your eyes grow wide as he digs in his pocket and pulls out his PAL.

"Ohhhhh....your PAL!" You look at the small communications device and laugh lightly.

*********

(LATER)

Tony walks along the hall, stops, and looks down at his hands.

"Wha?! Oh, shit!" He runs down the hall, and bangs in Miguel.

Miguel steps back and glares at him. "Damn Tony, watch it!"

"Sorry" Tony mumbles.

"What's your rush?"

"I lost it."

"Lost what?" Miguel asks.

"A teddy." Tony leans against the wall. "I gotta find it."

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "A what? Tony, is there something you want to talk about? ya know......?"

Tony's eyes narrow. "A teddyBEAR!"

Miguel shrugs. "The offer is still open."

Tony sighs. "I bought it as a gift for someone...can ya help me find it?"

Miguel laughs. "Sure, I have nothing to do tonight. What's it look like?"

"Like a teddy bear!"

"Well, that narrows it down." Miguel laughs again. "Retrace your steps after you bought it."

"Gotta retrace my steps," Tony mumbles. "Lemme see....I bought it...went to dinner. The mess hall!!"

He runs off. He NEEDS to find the teddy bear, and all his mind can think about is your "main attraction."

This is hilarious! And I thought tonight was going to be dull! Miguel thinks as he follows after Tony.

*********

Miguel and Tony run into the mess hall and start to look around.

Miguel heads for the dessert section, grabs a pastry, and starts to eat.

Tony runs up to him. "It ain't here. Will you stop stuffin' your face and help!"

"Hey!" Miguel says in a defensive voice. "I gotta keep my strength up if we're gonna be running all over the sub." He grabs two more pastries and follows Tony.

"Okay...where did you go next?" Miguel asks through a full mouth.

"Then I went to...laundry." Tony says, and takes off.

*******

Tony runs up to the counter in laundry and bangs on it. Soon, a person appears.

"Yes?" she asks.

"I'm looking for a teddy," Tony says, slightly out of breath.

The woman looks him over. "I'd say you're a 32 long."

Miguel bursts out laughing.

"A TEDDYBEAR!"

"Oh." She looks around. "Sorry, no teddy bears here."

Miguel is still laughing. "Okay...where next?"

Tony thinks for a moment. "Uhh......C deck."

********

Tony rushes into C deck, where he promptly smashes into Brody, who is checking a few things out.

"WATCH IT!" Brody says sternly.

"Sorry sir," Tony apologizes. "I'm looking for a teddy."

Brody looks at him, and sighs. "Well, it is in the regulations."

"A TEDDYBEAR!!!!!!"

"Oh."

Miguel nearly falls into he poll, he is laughing so hard.

"I wish everyone would stop that!" Tony says, nearing the breaking point. His dreams of a night of 'the kinkiest, funkiest main attraction' from you is slowly slipping from his grasp.

"Relax," Brody says, "I know your looking for a teddy bear...hell, the whole sub knows by now. I was joking."

"What?"

"You're such an easy target at times....I couldn't resist." Brody is trying not to laugh.

"Thanks a lot.....sir!" Tony grumbles. "Have you seen it?"

"Yep."

"You have?" Hope surges through Tony.

"Nope."

Tony looks ready to scream.

Brody sighs. "I saw you with it earlier."

"Where?"

"The bridge."

"The bridge!" Tony repeats. "Of course!!" He runs off.

Miguel runs after him, still laughing.

*****

Tony runs onto the bridge, and stops. You are at your station, with the teddy bear in a seat beside you.

Tony turns away. "I remember now....I left it at her station earlier."

Miguel looks at him. "You mean to tell me that you had me running all over this tub looking for that thing???? And you forgot to mention that you left it here????"

Tony shrugs. "Sorry, but I had other things on my mind."

Miguel sighs. "You owe me big time for this one."

"No prob," Tony assures him. "That is if I'm still able to walk tomorrow." He winks, and swaggers up to your station.

The End.

You walk along the edge of the gutter, happy to be free of the seaQuest for a few days. Your only regret is that both Miguel, and Brody are not with you, both having made prior family arrangements for their shore leave.

You glance to your left as someone calls your name, miss a step, and start to fall into the water.

Suddenly, strong hands grab you from behind, and pull you back onto the side. You look behind you, and find the nicest set of eyes staring at you.

You thank the man, and lean into him slightly. You have seen him around the gutter before, but have never actually met until now.

"Hi," he says. "I'm Ben Krieg."

"Hello Ben Krieg," you say.

He smiles. "And you are?"

"Free for dinner," you reply, "say....eightish?"

He blinks in surprise, then his smile grows bigger. "It's a date....just one thing?"

"Sure."

"Your name?"

You laugh lightly and touch his chest. "Why don't you try to guess, and I'll let you know."

He laughs, and fakes being deep in thought. Horror crosses his face. "It's not Rumplestiltskin, is it?"

You smile. "How'd you know?"

Just then, Tony walks up and smiles at you.

"Why ain't ya wet?" he asks, a fraction of a second before he shoves you into the gutter.

You pop up out of the water, cursing Tony's fleeing back.

Kreig takes off his shirt, strikes a ridiculous pose, and announces, "Have no fear....Kreig is here!!"

He then dives into the water, and appears beside you.

You laugh, and swim away. He follows, and soon grabs onto your leg.

"Oh no you don't!" He pulls you towards him, and smiles at you. "Now...are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to resort to water torture?"

"And what if I like water torture?" you ask with a smirk.

"You know, I think you and I are going to have a wonderful date." He leans back, and looks at the sky.

********

You are waiting outside of the gutter for Krieg to pick you up for your dinner date. A bus pulls up to the stop outside the gutter, and Krieg hops off. You eye the basket in his hand, and raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

"I thought we could dine under the stars," he says as he pushes open the gutter gate.

You look down at your thigh high dress and sigh, "I'm not dressed for a picnic."

He glances at you. "Sure ya are."

You sit in one of the lounge chairs and watch as he spreads out the meal.

"Roasted chicken, salad, french bread, and wine." he says as he pulls each item out. He looks up at you. "They're from my restaurant."

"I thought you managed a fast food joint?"

He laughs. "I use to....I bought a classy 'joint' a few months ago."

You nod and sit down on the blanket. You take the plate he offers, and dig in. "This is really good."

"But of course."

The two of you make small talk for a while, chatting about mutual friends aboard the seaQuest, the gutter, and food.

Krieg pours you another wine, looks at the bottle, and then reaches for another one.

"Why, Ben Krieg," you whisper, "are you trying to get me drunk?"

He looks astonished. "Of course not.......unless, you want me to?"

You roll your eyes at him, and reach for the dessert he passes over. (Cheesecake! My favorite food group!)

You take a bite, letting the smooth texture melt on your tongue.

"Oh, dear," he says in a mock tone.

"What?"

"You seem to have gotten some of the cheesecake on your face." He points. "Here, let me get that for you."

Your eyes grow wide as he leans forward, and kisses you. He pulls back and smiles. "There, all clean."

You stare at him in pleasant surprise, "Are you sure? I mean, there's not a crumb somewhere?"

He moves in close. "I dunno...I'll have to check." He gazes into your eyes. "Oh, wait...yes...there IS a crumb." He kisses you again.

"Did you get it?" you ask, all innocence.

He shakes his head. "Pesky little crumb. This is going to take sometime."

"I'm free all night." (No comments, please!)

"You are?" he pauses in thought. "Good." He kisses you again, pulls back, and sighs. "There's only gonna be one way to get rid of that crumb."

"What?" you ask, not really knowing if you want to find out the answer.

"A swim."

"A...swim?" You smile. "But I don't have a swimsuit with me."

He studies your face for a few moments. "Do you need one?"

The question was asked casually, but the meaning was quite plain.

"Ummmmmm....uhhhh.....heh heh," you laugh nervously.

"Wait! Hold on!" he stands. "That's not what I meant." He turns a light shade of red. "I meant, can't you swim with that dress you're wearing?"

"I could." You are somewhat relieved, although disappointed that he hadn't meant a skinny dip.

"You can? Good." He grabs your hand, and jumps into the gutter.

"Ben Krieg!" you screech as soon as you surface.

"Yes?" he asks innocently.

You glare at him. "Next time, give me a little warning!"

"I will..hey, trust me." (Trust Krieg. Oxymoron?)

You swim a little bit away, and stop.

"You coming?" (Again, no comments ;) )

He dives under the water, and appears by your side. "I thought you would never ask." He takes you in his arms, and kisses you.

You shiver.

"Are you cold?"

"Yeah," (That's it, cold...yeah.)

"Awwww...come on....let's get out of here, and I'll warm you up." He helps you out of the gutter, and wraps a small blanket around your shoulders.

The two of you talk, and kiss for the rest of the evening.

"Are you warmer now?" he asks.

You nod. "Yes."

"Good," he shivers, "then could I have the blanket before I freeze?"

You gape at him, and then throw the blanket at his face. "So much for chivalry!"

"Hard to be noble when I'm freezin' my butt off, ya know." He opens the blanket up. "But, I'm not a total cad. There's plenty of room for two in here."

You smile, and go to him. He wraps his arms around you, and you lay back on the ground, looking up at the stars. The End.

WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CONTENTS OF THIS GUTTER OFFERING ARE VERY ADULT IN NATURE. IF YOU ARE NOT INTO BONDAGE, OR THE LIKE, THEN DO NOT READ!!!!!!!

*writers note** The movie 'Sid And Nancy' is about Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols, and his girlfriend Nancy Spungen. The movie is brilliant, violent, and confusing.****

********

"This is a silly movie," Tim O'Neill said for the fifth time. "I mean...looks at those outfits! Leather....ugh!"

You sigh and look at him. "Tim...'Sid And Nancy' is a classic. It embodies all the angst of the punk rock movement, and draws the viewer into a darker side of the mind."

He glances at you in amusement. "It does, does it?"

"Yep," you say, and toss him the movie cover. "Says so right on the box." You smile slightly. "Beside, there's something to be said for dog collars, and leather." You wink at him as he turns red with embarrassment. "Bet I could make you see what I mean."

Tim coughs loudly and squirms in his seat. "How?"

You shrug. "I have my ways.....you up for it?"

He blinks at the challenge in your voice. "I dunno..."

"What's the matter O'Neill? Afraid to be proved wrong?"

"Wrong? Wrong? Never!" he sits forward, the movie forgotten. "You're on! When, and where?"

"My quarters....Now!"

He hesitates, but sees Jim and Miguel watching from the counter. They are laughing, and Jim is about to put money in Miguel's hand. They have heard your conversation, and are obviously betting on it. Tim frowns. "You got it!"

Miguel groans as you and Tim get up, and Jim smiles as he collects twenty bucks from Miguel.

*******

Tim walks in behind you, and jumps as you reach across his shoulder to close the door. "No witnesses," you say with a wink.

Tim stands in one spot, and fidgets. "What now?"

You face him. "Now, you sit in that chair while I change, and I show you just how enticing leather can be."

You disappear behind a small dressing screen in the corner, and soon appear. Tim drops the book he had been leafing through, and stares at you.

"Now," you say as you strut up to him. "Tell me that this is not enticing." You lean forward.

Tim looks down your cleavage....and there is plenty of that! "It's...it's...uh......"

"Come on Tim!" You say in a harsh voice. "Get into the game!"

He looks shocked. "Uhhh...." he moves in his chair so he is more comfortable, and his cheek brushes against your chest. He stops, stares, turns bright red, and starts to hyperventilate.

You step back to give him air. "Breathe Tim," you order. You wait until he is breathing normally again, then you go to your side table. You pull out a small object and hold it out for him to see.

"Thumb cuffs?" he asks, and then turns red at your questioning look.

"Why, yes, these ARE thumb cuffs." You approach. "And how did you know that?"

He turns a brighter shade of red.

"Why Tim.....are you a closet kink-meister?"

He stands. "A what???"

You smile. "A closet kink-meister.....someone who is all shy on the surface," you approach and stand in front of him. "But underneath, they are a smoldering bunch of sex, just waiting for the right opportunity to unleash their true self show the world." You put your leg between his and lean into him. "So," you breathe in his ear, "are you?"

Tim reaches out slowly and runs his fingers along the smoothness of your leathered arm. His fingers move to the front of your outfit, along the chest, and down the other arm.

"I just might be," he whispers. "Got any other outfits?"

*****

"This feels pretty good," Tim says as he looks down at himself.

You glance at his outfit, consisting of leather pants, a leather vest, and a spiked dog collar. "You look great in leather," you say in a purring voice. "And now....shall we play?"

He eyes the small whip in your hand and hesitates. "Are you going to hit me with that thing?"

You nod, and snap it in the air.

"Good," Tim whispers. You motion for him to turn around, and he faces the wall. You lash out with the whip, and he jumps in pain as it connects with his backside.

"Again," he whispers, and jumps as it hits him again. "MORE!!!" he says.

You lash at him a few more times before he turns around. "Now, it's my turn."

You smile as you pass over the whip, and turn. You jump as it hits you.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Tim asks in a worried voice.

"Not at all," you assure him. You turn back around and endure a few more hits.

Tim holds the whip in his hand and smiles. "That was great!!!!! Got any more toys?" He sounds like a kid at Christmas.

"I knew you had a kinky side to you!!!" You rummage through your bedside table, pulling out an wide assortment of adult toys.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" he asks as he looks through them.

"Here and there," you reply.

"You lead a very interesting life," he comments as he picks up bottle of oil. He smiles and looks at you.

You nod, and in one swift move, take off your leather bodice.

He stares, wide eyed, then smiles.

*********

You moan in pleasure as his hands glide along your back. He moves slightly, so as not to crush you, and straddles your...uh....hips. His body is moving with the rhythm as he massages you, and, more than once, his hands move under your sides.

You move, and roll over under him. He smiles at the sight, and starts to run his hands along your front. His fingers dance lightly over your chest, then down to your stomach. He glances at the table.

"Put these thumb cuffs on, and then lay on the bed." he orders.

You look shocked.

"Relax....we won't do anything you don't want to," he says as he puts the cuffs on you. He reaches for something, and pulls out a silk scarf.

"Now," he says in a playful voice. "What shall I do with this?"

You study his face. You new that there was another side to the shy communications officer, but you never dreamed that he would get so into the 'game'.

"Oh, I know," he says. He leans over your body, puts the scarf through the thumb cuffs, and ties the scarf to the bottom of the shelf above your bed. "There. It's not too tight, is it?"

You shake your head.

"Good," he says, and sits back up. He continues rubbing your body.

You moan lightly, the restrictions of the cuffs and scarf adding to the excitement.

"Does that feel good?" Tim whispers. He moves his hands along your stomach, concentration on the section just above your micro mini skirt's top. He smiles as your body writhes slightly under his touch, and he rubs harder. "Like that do you?"

You nod. "Oh......yes.....please....uncuff me," you moan.

"Not just yet," he whispers as his fingers move under the top of your skirt.

The touch is ever so light, but it burns into your soul. You never imagined that this man could make you feel this way, and you like the way the evening is heading. You pull against your thumbcuffs, and that only heightens the pleasure even more. You close your eyes in enjoyment, only to have them snap open when the feeling of Tim's fingers disappear.

"Hold on," Tim whispers as he rummages through the assortment of adult toys on your night table.

"Uncuff me," you say. "I have one thing you might be interested in."

"What?"

"This is for your pleasure," you assure him. He reluctantly uncuffs you, and you reach back in your night table. You pull out a small whip, with over a dozen tassels on the end.

"We did the whip already," he says.

"Not like this we haven't," you grab him by the shoulders, and roll over until he is under you. "Now, close your eyes." He closes them, and you take the silk scarf and put it over his eyes.

"Hey!"

"Relax," you whisper into his ear as you tie the scarf. Then you reach for four more scarf, and tie his hands and legs securely to the bed.

He jump as you trail the whip along his leg, and onto his stomach. You reach for a large feather, and tickle his side with it. He moans in pleasure, and tries to move. You flick the whip lightly against the crotch of his pants, and he gasps in delight.

"Like that?" you ask.

He nods and wets his lips. You flick the whip a few more times, and at the same time, run the feather along his chest. Tim moans loudly and tries to move under the scarves.

"Ohhhh......" he moans. "Oh, my........" You runs the feather over his lips, and along his neck, resulting in more moans.

You lean forward and blow in his ear.

"Ohhhhhh...ohhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhh," he says loudly. He tries to move again, but finding that he cannot, moans louder.

"Ohhhh..ahhhhhh.....this is great!"

"Do you believe me now about leather?" you ask in a sultry voice.

"I'll believe anything you tell me!" he says loudly. His body jerks upward, and he pulls against the scarves. "Oh, god...please...untie me!"

"Why?" you ask innocently.

"Because I want to do you!!"

You stop and stare at him. "Really?"

"YES!" he moans "OH, GOD!!! YES!!!!!!"

You lean forward, the feel of you bare chest against his making his body jerk again. You are laying completely on his body, and can feel the rock hardness of his body. "Are you a virgin?" you whisper, then lick the outside of his ear.

"No."

"Don't lie to me, Tim!" you nibble on his ear.

"I'm not!" he vows.

You smile as you pull your body along his. He yells out in ecstasy.

You untie the scarves, and remove the one from his eyes. He blinks, then focuses on the breasts in his face. His arms wrap around you as he shoves his face into your cleavage. He rolls over until he is on top, pulls back, and looks into your eyes.

He move down your body, until he is at your knees. His hands glide up the inside of your thighs, pause for just a moment, then continue. You push against his fingers as they explore, little moans escaping from your lips. He moves off of you, sits on the bed, and leans to your chest. His lips encircle each one, and a you let out a small cry.

His fingers are still below your skirt, playing, exploring, teasing. Your body moves in sync with his hands, causing him to go faster. He pulls away from your chest, and moves to your neck. His fingers move out from under your skirt, and he grabs the top of it, and pull it off.

"First things first," he says. "I want to savor ALL of you."

You smile, and nod in agreement as he kisses his way down your body.

The end.

You walk along the hall of the seaQuest, knowing that you are late for lunch, and knowing that all the good food is probably gone. You round the corner and step back quickly as a group almost bangs into you.

"What's up?" you ask.

Tony looks at you. "The mess is closed!"

"No!...why?"

He shrugs and leans against the wall.

"I heard someone say that the cook is sick," Tim volunteers.

"There are a lot of cooks," Miguel says. "Let one of them take over...I'm hungry!"

"Big surprise there, Migs," you say. You spot another person coming along the hallway. "Jim?"

Brody looks up at your voice, and slows slightly. "Yeah..." he asks in a wary voice.

You smile sweetly. "Why is the mess closed?"

He sighs. "Orders from high up. Some party they have to prepare for the brass for tonight when we hit dock."

Everyone moans and complains. "Are we gonna haveta make our own lunch?" Tony asks.

Brody nods, and walks away. You watch him leave. "What's his problem?"

"He thinks no one remembered his birthday," Miguel says with a wink. (Sigh)

"Really?" you ask. "When is it?"

"Today....We're having a party for him tomorrow, when's he's off duty."

"Oh." You absently say goodbye as you mind is halfway through your plan to help Jim celebrate his birthday.

*****

Miguel peeks through the door and checks the hallway before walking out.

"You get them?" you ask.

He nods as he hands over a small bowl. You open it up and smile at the contents. "I risked my career for those," he says bravely.

"And I thank you for that," you purr. You take a step towards him and lean close. "Perhaps later I can show you just *how* much I appreciate it."

He nods and brings his lips down to yours.

******

You look around the crew recreation kitchen, making sure you have all the ingredients. You open the small bowl Miguel gave you, and gently take the strawberries out and put them onto a small tray.

Next on the list is the whipping cream, which you quickly....uh...whip up.

Now to find the birthday boy. Hmmm....now to try to figure out how to get him here without him wanting to know why. I mean, really....trick him into a few compromising positions a few times, and he doesn't trust me......Hmmmm....what if...? Oh, yeah...perfect.

*******

You knock on the door, hoping that he is in his room. The door opens, and Jim Brody looks at you. "What?"

"Why aren't you out on the town with everyone else?" you ask.

"No reason." he shrugs. "Why aren't you?" He steps back slightly at the glint in your eye.

"Can I come in?" you ask innocently enough to make you want to gag. "Why?"

"I have a surprise for you." You hold out a covered tray. "A birthday surprise."

His eyes light up slightly. "Uhhhh...sure, come on in."

You enter, and pull your hand out from behind your back. You hand him part of the present.

He laughs as he takes it and puts it on. "Well?"

You smile. "Cowboy hats look good on you." (Sorry, Cari...couldn't resist it)

He starts to relax, and looks at the covered tray you are holding. "What's that?"

You lift off the cover and hold out the strawberries and cream. "Just a little treat." You take a strawberry, dip it into the cream, and hold it out for him to taste. Before he can take a bite, it falls out of your hand, and goes down the front of his shirt. "Whoops! Sorry!"

Jim looks at the white creamy stain, and sighs. "I bet." He takes the shirt off, and tosses it on his bed. He glances at you. "Next time are you going to try for the pants?"

"Why Jim...do you honestly think that I would stoop so low as to..." You stop as he crosses his arms and stares at you. "Ummmm......"

He sighs. "You never change, do you?" He grabs a strawberry, dips it into the cream, and holds it out to you.

"You're gonna dump that on me, aren't you."

He nods. "Of course not." He waves it at you. "Come on...take a bite....trust me." He holds it steady as you slowly put your lips around it. There is a bit of cream left on his fingers, which he promptly wipes on your collar. "Oppps....Better get that off before it stains."

"Yes, sir!" You quickly take your shirt off, and smile.

He smiles back, then goes to his closet. He returns with a small bottle. "Sorry, no champagne...all I can offer is cider."

"Good enough," you answer, wondering how you can 'innocently' spill a glass of it onto his pants.

He hands a glass of the cider to you, and you clink glasses in honor of his birthday. Suddenly, it hits you!

"There's fuzz on your hat," you say as you lean towards him. You lean a little bit too far, loosing your balance. He puts his hands out to steady you, and your arm hits the glass in his hand.

Jim jumps back as the cool cider spills over his pants and soaks him to the skin. "Gaaaaaa!" He looks at your innocent face. "I knew it!!!!!!" He unbuttons the top, and stops. "Was it your plan to get me into my birthday suit?"

You nod and smile. "Well....you can leave your hat on."

The End.