I will join the war in a moment - as a swan really must defend herself ...
However ....
I said fic! So here is fic!
Part 1.
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Life was a pain in the ass for the G-Force Commander. Too many times he'd had to put everything aside for the better good. Too many times he'd had to fake a smile or complete attentiveness in order to satisfy the Federation heads or the lucky fan of the month who got to meet him&
&And too many times he had to squash the feelings of desire for the team's only female. Heaven forbid that the Commander of G-Force end up on charges of Sexual Harrassment because her feelings might not be as mutual as he may have hoped or dreamt about in one of his prepubescent wet-dreams.
Damn, it was getting harder and harder to do that. She was growing up, and in, to that skin-tight, ass bearing, chest hugging uniform of hers. Whichever brilliant mind designed THAT uniform with a bunch of horny male teenagers to ogle at would definitely find his religion reassigned when he found out who&
&one slice of the birdrang and there'd be a baptism into Judaism&
&.Was baptism the correct term? Ahh, the bris?
Ahh, whatever. Religion really wasn't his major &
He found himself becoming slowly incapable of denying the young woman anything her heart desired. He had no idea why. Sure he wanted every part of her to be his and what-not, but it wasn't like he was trying to get her in bed or anything like that. He wasn't trying to impress her to win her favour he simply wasn't allowed to.
Nope. Princess was off limits.
Absolutely.
Totally.
Without question.
No way in Hell.
&But Hell was so, damn, delicious.
It didn't help that right now her face was only mere inches from his as she studied him closely. She breathed that strawberry-flavoured breath against his skin, sighing contentedly. She feather touched his eyelids with a soft, gentle touch &
With eyes closed he let out a low purr and drew in another mouthful of her fruity flavoured breath.
'Are you okay, Mark?' she asked softly as she dropped her eyes to a palette and innocently tilted her head to her shoulder.
He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his gaze to the top of her head. 'I'm probably a little uncomfortable doing this.'
She raised her eyes and reddened a little when her eyes met his. 'You don't know how thankful I am that you're doing this. Keyop just wouldn't sit still, and Jason & Well you know Jason's reaction to it.'
Mark couldn't help but roll his eyes. 'Speaking of. Are you sure he won't be around any time soon?'
She inhaled as her head bounced in a youthful nod. 'Of course, Commander. I double checked with Zark. He has Jason in the simulator all afternoon.' Her wide eyes narrowed slightly in envy. 'New gun.'
'Lucky bastard.'
Princess gasped. 'Commander! Language, please.'
He pursed his lips. 'Sorry.' His gaze fell to her hands, as she reached for a small tube of something glossy. 'How much more, Prin?'
She tilted one shoulder upward in a shrug. 'Not too much, this is just a finishing touch.' Her eyes raised to his mouth as she lifted her hand to run her fingertip along the bottom lip. 'You have no idea how much this means to me.'
'Any ..' he croaked before chearing his throat to erase the tingle of her touch. 'Anything to help.'
She continued to draw her finger along his mouth, this time concentrating on his upper lip. 'It's just so hard, you know? I have no real friends besides you guys, and I don't have any contact with &'
He took a gentle hold of her wrist and pulled her hand into his chest. 'Princess. You know I'm always here for you, right? No matter what you need.'
She giggled. 'Be careful, Mark. I just might tell you I need something a little more & um &.' Her hum and smile finished the suggestion, and had he not been in the situation he was, she might have seen an instant flush on his cheeks.
'As long as you don't refer to me as your girlfriend, Prin, I'll put myself at your mercy.'
Her big, green eyes blinked slowly. 'I don't know, Mark. Right now, girlfriend might fit.'
He raised a brow and extended his hand for the small vanity mirror at her side. 'Okay, let me see.'
She couldn't help but giggle as she passed across the requested accessory. 'You look so adorable, Mark. Now if you'd just let me do something with your hair.'
He tilted his head at her exhaustedly before he even dared look at the damage. 'You're in school for make-up, not hair. You're very, very, lucky I submitted to do this.'
'I just wish you'd let me take a photo so I could get extra credit with my professor.'
He coughed. 'Uh. No. I have to draw the line somewhere. If Jason ever got his hands on a Polaroid &Hell & He'd be making enough money off the tabloids to retire.'
She pouted and kept her eyes low, as if to guilt him into agreeing. 'But I'm so far behind, Mark. I need this.'
He half thought about it as he raised the mirror to look at what she'd done to him. He held back a stunned cough at the transformation from Eagle Leader to & Eagle Drag-Queen.
'God, Prin &'
She heard the pain in his voice and immediately shrank in self-disappointment. 'Is it that bad?'
His eyes flicked to hers and he felt a sudden pang of guilt & She looked as though she were about to cry.
'No. No, Princess,' he assured urgently. 'It's well done. It's just that &' he ran his hand clumsily through his hair, grunting when he pushed off the headband she'd put on his head to hold his bangs back. 'I just & you know. Make-up. It's not something I have ever seen on me.'
She pouted and remained small. 'But you've worn make-up for press interviews and things. I haven't put on nearly as much as they do.'
He gave the smallest whimper of disagreement. 'Yeah, but they don't make me wear blue eye stuff and pink gloss.' He narrowed his eyes in focus. 'And & Hell. Are my eyelashes really that long?'
She tilted her head in a smile. 'You do have beautiful eyes, Commander. Any woman would die to have lashes like that.'
He blinked and looked back at her. 'There's nothing wrong with yours, Prin. You have beautiful &' His breath hitched as the familiar musky scent of cheap cologne wafted past them.
He knew that smell far too well.
'Oh, fuck&' he said low and slow.
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I had to stop cos they gave me work....If one of y'all would like to continue, please do so .... Shall this turn into an IF ... <snerk> ... fun fun..
If not .... give me until tomorrow to keep going.
SJ
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Why do men snore when lying on their backs?
Because their balls fall over their butt holes and they vapour lock.
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Not quite what you expected was it Imi?
feathers, makes poison tipped shurikens out of them and sends them flying towards Metaliant and the postie who dared to deliver the "war in a box". 
LOVE THIS! I am waiting for more...(applies more strawberry lip gloss and taps foot...)
