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Belated Battleships (KanColle) [REHOST]

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    • Battleship Kirishima felt horrible. And she felt horrible that she felt horrible. From their first explosive meeting, Kirishima had been hopelessly in love with Wash. From the moment she returned alongside her beloved oneesama, she'd prayed every night to whatever god had allowed her to return would give her a second chance to win the love of the love of the battleship who stole her heart.

    And it had ended with Wash falling hopelessly in love, just with the wrong person. Kirishima wasn't mad, of course. Gale was a beautiful young woman, and she would make Wash very happy. But the Japanese-born battleship couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and that made her miserable. Her best friend, her roommate, the love of her life, the battleship who's fleeting appearance out of the dark had graced dreams was happy as could be! And Kirishima could only think about herself!

    And… and to top it all off, Wash was spending the weekend at Gale's quarters. And maybe more then that! Kirishima didn't mind the two living together—she hoped it would result in adorable mini-battleships soon enough, she had a bet with Hiei after all—but it meant she was all alone in their shared room. And Kirishima, like all battleships, hated being alone.

    Battleships were meant to steam in fleets, to be escorted and screened. And yes, she'd contemplated borrowing a few destroyers. But when she came to ask, Tenryuu was passed out with a full clutch of American and Japanese destroyers sleeping peacefully on her tummy. Kirishima couldn't, in good conscience, take them away from their mama.

    And that was why she found herself at the door to doctor Crowning's office. He was always a calming person to be around, and… he had such a lovely voice. Maybe… she could get him to read her a bedtime story.

    The battleship coughed and tugged her skirt smooth. "Doctor Crowning?" she said, in what she hoped was a strong voice.

    "Come in, Kirishima."

    The battleship took a heartbeat to make sure her outfit was just so. Her skirt was smooth, her sleeves hung just so off her slender arms, and her golden rope necklace was positioned properly between her breasts. "Doctor," she said, striding into the room with what she hoped was graceful ease.

    "Kirishima." Crowning smirked at her. One hand held a steaming cup of coffee, the other angled a tablet so she couldn't see it. "How're you doing this morning?"

    Kirishima almost told him the truth. She hadn't slept a wink last night. The Wash-shaped hole in the bed next to her was a constant remainder of how alone she was in her room. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same image as before. A battleship emerging out of the darkness. Only this time… it was… evil. But she stopped herself. He didn't need to know any of that. She couldn't burden him like that. "I'm quite well," she said. "It's a beautiful morning."

    "Mmm," Crowning smiled and glanced over the glistening waters of the Puget Sound. The ever-present Washington rain had drizzled the window and soaked the asphalt until it gleamed with myriad of tiny puddles. "So," he said. "Yeoman Bowers sent me an e-mail the other day."

    "Oh?" Kirishima crossed her legs and put on a look of polite interest. But inside, her radar was twitching. Something was wrong, something was dangerous.

    "A blog," said Crowning. "An internet writer. Calls herself audiophile415."

    Kirishima kept her face even through herculean effort. That was her blog. Her writing. How could he… no! No, it was just a coincidence. It had to be. She'd even used a pseudonym and everything!

    "There's some good stuff here," Crowning made a show of scrolling through his tablet. "Love at first beat."

    Kirishima gulped.

    "The story of a young Japanese roadie named… Kira," Crowning stifled a chuckle. "And her pursuit of a gorgeous American Rock star… Georgette." This time he did chuckle. "That's quite clever. Took me a moment to figure it out."

    "Thank you!" Kirishima beamed, than realized what she'd admitted and pretended she hadn't said anything.

    "It was very heartwarming when Kira accepted that Georgette was in love with another woman." Crowning paused for effect. "Sally Storm sounds like a nice girl."

    "I…" Kirishima blushed, but said nothing more.

    "Vignettes," said Crowning, "is a different matter."

    Kirishima's blush reached new levels of red. How had he found that! That was supposed to be her secret smut stash!

    "I might send this one to Jersey," said Crowning. "She might appreciate reading about an Indiana-Jones type getting captured by an Amazonian warrior goddess to sire the next generation of priestess-paladins."

    Kirishima kept her face level solely by repeating the phrase "admit. Nothing." over and over and over in her mind.

    "I know it was you, Kirishima," said Crowning.

    "How!"

    "Audiophile415?" Crowning rolled his eyes. "We all know about your enthusiasm for mic-checks."

    "But I put a number in there!"

    "Your commissioning day?"

    Kirishima's cheeks puffed up as she built up steam, only for her to clamp her mouth closed with a huff. "You weren't supposed to know that."

    Crowning chuckled, and leaned over to ruffle the battleship's sea-gray hair. "Trust me, it's far from the worst I've ever read."

    "T-thank you," said the battleship.

    "So," Crowning set his tablet down. "What can I do for you."

    Kirishima paused. She took a deep breath, and held it in while she formulated her response. She didn't want to be needy, but… but she was a grown battleship with needs. "I had a request to make of you."

    "Of course," said Crowning.

    "I would like a bedtime story," said the battleship. "I… ever since Wash has been spending time with Gale, I've…" She trailed off, upset that she couldn't form her words properly.

    "You've been alone," finished Crowning. "I know, Vestal told me how battleships get when they're not escorted."

    "R-right," Kirishima coughed. "Um… I've heard… you're supposed to be really comforting. Just to be around. If you wouldn't mind… sleeping… No. Not sleeping, but—"

    "Kirishima," Crowning put a hand on her bare shoulder, and the warm weight of his touch instantly soothed the battleship. "What can I do to help?"

    Somehow, she didn't feel scared anymore. She didn't feel flustered or worried. His touch instantly made all that melt away, until she felt totally at ease. "Doctor Crowning. Would you please watch over me while I sleep?"

    He smiled at her. "It would be a pleasure."

    —|—|—
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    Warrant Officer Sarah Gale had intended to take a shower. She had her towel slung over her shoulder, her bath caddy with its selection of soaps and shampoos was resting by her side, and she'd gotten as far as stripping down to her underwear when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

    Her workout routine had made short work of the bit of post-holiday plump her belly had accumulated. Even Vestal couldn't look at her nicely toned tummy and thing Gale had a boat or two on the slips. Which, normally, would make Gale quite happy. She worked hard to stay in shape. She wanted to keep herself trim and slim, partly because she felt a battleship as hardworking as Wash deserved a pretty girlfriend to come home to, but mostly because Gale honestly liked the feeling of being in shape.

    But… somehow Gale couldn't move from where she stood. She couldn't stop staring at her own reflected stomach, slowly drawing her fingers around its circumference and occasionally puffing her belly out as far as she could. Gale never really thought about kids. Once she came to terms with her sexual orientation, she'd given up on ever having kids, and that had been that.

    But now… now that a family might be open to her again… It was strange. Gale was fully aware of the ravages pregnancy would put her body through. The cramps, the mood swings, the bloating, the pain of giving birth… Gale had convinced herself that her sexuality had saved her from those trials.

    So why couldn't she get the image of Wash cradling her belly out of her mind? The image of falling asleep next to Wash with their baby snuggled quietly between them. She'd never wanted kids before… or had she? She'd given up on it long before it was even a possibility…

    And then Gale felt the cool touch of another pair of hands on her bare skin. She felt something warm and soft squish against her back, and felt the gentle caress of a certain battleship nuzzling her cheek from behind. "Hi."

    "Gah!" Gale almost jumped through the ceiling. "Stop DOING that!"

    Wash flashed one of those innocently serene smiles of hers. "What?"

    "Sneaking up on me!" demanded Gale, although she couldn't bring herself to put much fury in her voice.

    "I didn't," Wash leaned in to nibble on Gale's ear. The battleship's fingers twitched, digging into what little fat fluffed out Gale's toned belly. "There was a mirror."

    Gale scowled. Wash was right, the mirror should have made the battleship's approach obvious. Only it didn't because Wash was the kind of person who did what she wanted, and made such petty things as perception and reality cower before her queenly gaze. And also, the way Wash was touching her made her too happy to be mad.

    "I…" Gale squirmed as Wash pressed her hips against the sailor's rear. It should have been lewd, but Wash's calm bearing made it seem almost… ecclesiastical. Less a carnal act of flesh and more a grateful tribute to a goddess of the waves. "W-wash…"

    "Hmm?" Wash slid her hands up to cradle Gale's waist, her fingers gently kneading the sailor's belly.

    "I…" Gale coughed. Even now, this sounded like such a silly thing to say. Vestal had said she might be able to have Wash's babies… but… "Uh… What do you think about babies?"

    For an instant, Wash froze. Then the battleship slowly slipped back. Her hands trailed down Gale's flanks, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they finally parted from her half-naked body partway down her thighs. The battleship's face was as unreadable as ever, but her posture was almost more closed than usual. "So… you know."

    Gale blinked. "W-what?" She turned around, and noticed Wash's gaze flicking up from the vicinity of her butt to her eyes. The sailor preened for a moment, happy her figure had distracted the normally stoic battleship.

    "I…" Wash bit her lip and settled her broad stern on the side of the tub, only to stand back up when the porcelain-covered metal groaned under her immense weight. "Kirishima and I bought some pregnancy tests."

    "And?" Gale was suddenly fully invested. She didn't know how she felt about carrying their child herself, but if Wash was the mother… that was a level of adorable that words simply couldn't explain.

    "It said I was a boat."

    Gale blinked, waiting for Wash to drop the joke and give her a real answer. But after several minutes, the sailor accepted that that was all she was going to get. "A… a boat?"

    Wash nodded.

    Gale sighed. Then something occurred to her. "Wash…"

    "Hmm?"

    "We've never had sex."

    Wash blinked. "And?"

    "Well…" Gale blushed. It sounded silly now that she was saying it. If you accepted that two women could have a baby together, doing through hand holding was a much tinier leap to take. And, just bringing up the concept of sex felt horribly awkward now. Gale scowled at herself. She wasn't some blushing teenage virgin, she was a sailor of the US navy. This shouldn't be a difficult thing for her to say. "Uh…"

    "Perhaps we should," said Wash.

    Gale blinked.

    "I would very much like to bear your children," said Wash. "If… you'll allow me."

    Gale smiled. "Wash," she ignored her blush as she draped her arms around the battleship's neck. "I'd like nothing more." The sailor giggled as Wash suddenly grabbed two very firm hand fulls of her rear.

    Wash didn't say a word. Her mouth was too busy kissing Gale with a long, passionate kiss that tasted of buttermilk with just a hint of the gritty bite of cordite to finish it off. Gale leaned into the kiss for what felt like hours. Her heart beat in time with the rhythmic orchestra of Wash's purring boilers. Her hands cradled Wash's broad back while the battleship kneaded her butt like fresh dough.

    Then, finally, Gale pulled away from the kiss with a dopey smile on her face. "You know…" she said with a lascivious grin, "I was going to take a shower."

    "Hmm?" Wash smiled back at the sailor, still holding her close enough for her bosom to cradle Gale like warm nutmeg-scented pillows.

    "Maybe…" Gale tried to give her hips a flirty twist, but all she managed to do was grid into Wash's delicious shaft galleries. "You can help wash me down?"

    Wash smiled. "I… I'd like that." The battleship let go, and slowly started loosening her shimmering silk scarf while Gale slipped out of her underwear. The sailor made sure to face squarely away from her battleship lover as she stepped into the tub and turned on the water. Warm droplets ran like rivers down her curves, describing her figure for Wash, and Wash alone.

    "Okay," Gale purred, and slowly pivoted on her heel "Why don't you—" She froze. Her mind just barely registered that Wash was pointing a fire hose at her when a sledgehammer of freezing saltwater crashed into her face with for force of a dozen sugar-starved destroyers. "Bughghghghgh!"

    "Are you washed down yet?" Wash angled her hose to make sure Gale was thoroughly rinsed off. After all, she loved Gale, and wouldn't use anything but her most powerful hose to make certain the love of her life felt clean.
     
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    • Because i'm new to this site and can't understand photos,

    When Jersey gets and Washington/Gale have a bun in the oven, all I can think of is Syndrome from The Incredibles. "You married Elastigirl? And got BUSY!"
     
    @Old Iron you know it would be entirely in character for a certain error-prone destroyer to accidentally fire off a flare and expose the rest of the destroyers hiding in the bushes watching the dinner...
     
    Rampantfury said:
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    That ship really gets around. It's the same destroyer that was moored next to Iowa at fleet week last summer.

    Edit: I just imagined Wayne E Meyer with a little autograph book trying to get all the battleships to sign it. Thought it was adorable enough to share.
     
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