Title: Military Discipline
Author: Whimsicle-1
Feedback: Always welcome at Whimsicle.dreams@gmail.com
Disclaimer: The props and characters all belong to Amblin. The actual arrangement of words, not to mention the kinky undertone are all mine and I can only pray that more official entities will totally overlook them.
Author's note: This is set just after the episode in which Westphalen takes command of the bridge, orders Noyce's transmission cut off and promptly blows up a healthy section of sea bottom in order to stop a volcano from erupting (thus proving my thesis that this is not a woman you want to mess with). It does presume that their relationship was...er...intimate loooooonnnnnggg before the season one finale. It's really just a pervy little joke.

Military Discipline
By Whimsicle-1

Kristin Westphalen folded her arms across her chest and smiled faintly at Nathan as he continued to pace the floor of his cabin. Finally, he turned and pinned a hard gaze on her slim frame.

"What am I going to do with you?" he muttered distractedly.

Westphalen shrugged. "Considering your mood at the moment, I don't think any suggestions I made would be well received."

Bridger's gaze sharpened. "I'm serious," he snapped.

Kristin's mouth quirked into a grin. "Oh, believe me, I'm always serious."

The captain of the seaQuest sighed softly, wondering what he had ever done to deserve this. As if reading his thoughts, Westphalen's expression turned decidedly suggestive, instantly reminding just why he did deserve this. "Dammit, Kristin," he grumbled defensively. "You turned off an admiral."

Kristin's grin broadened even farther. "I'd rather turn you on," she teased as she ran a finger up the center of his chest.

"Kristin," Nathan rumbled disapprovingly as he caught her wrist and pried her hand away from his chest. "I'm serious. Admiral Noyce gave you a direct order, and you ordered the bridge crew to shut his transmission off. That's not military protocol."

"There's a surprise, I ignored military protocol," Westphalen murmured mockingly before continuing. "Oh, come on, Nathan," she coaxed. "Things turned out fine. Better than fine in fact. If I hadn't done what I did Jonathan and the others on the island would have been killed."

"I know, but..." his voice trailed off as Kristin reached out with her other hand and rested it against the center of his chest. She was doing some very unfair things to his pulse rate. "Look, I have orders from Bill to...well..."

"Yes?" Kristin inquired politely.

"Discipline you in some way," Nathan said a little weakly, fully expecting to feel the sharp edge of her temper.

He was a little surprised when she only shrugged one shoulder. "Sounds kinky," she purred.

Nathan suddenly pulled nervously at his collar. Kinky...nope...no way did he want to pursue that line of thought. He was no fool. He knew who'd be wearing the handcuffs in that scenario. And it wasn't her. He straightened his shoulders and tried again for a professional military mien, something he was beginning to realize was going to be a large challenge as long as he was involved with this woman. "Now, look, Kristin. This is a military vessel with a chain of command. You cannot just ignore that. You have got to learn to obey orders."

"And here I was beginning to think you hadn't missed me," Kristin drawled and began tapping very lightly on his chest with her fingers. She felt his heartrate pick up and saw the hunger in his eyes.

Knowing he wasn't going to be able to think straight otherwise, Nathan caught her free wrist and peeled that one away from his chest as well.

Kristin glanced down, eyes going from one imprisoned wrist to the other, then back up to Nathan. She grinned broadly. "And here I thought you were all along the straight and narrow," she teased.

"Dammit, Kristin," Nathan swore, releasing her wrists quickly as he jumped back a step, his expression uncomfortably nervous for a man of his age and experience. "You know I don't...I mean..." he fell silent, sincerely uncertain how to proceed. She wasn't like any woman he had ever dealt with, and that fact was beginning to confound him a bit.

Westphalen chuckled and folded her arms across her chest. "Yes?" she prompted.

"You're making this very hard," Nathan complained.

Kristin had a hard time restraining a laugh at his unintentional double entendre, though for the first time since entering his cabin, she genuinely tried.

"I...that is...difficult," Nathan tried in vain to correct the gaffe without success. Finally, he sighed heavily and slumped his shoulders in defeat. "You aren't going to let me get away with this, are you?"

Kristin shook her head. "I don't think so," she admitted good-naturedly.

Nathan's mouth tipped upward in an unwanted smile and he stepped closer to her. He reached out, slipping long fingers into the silky fall of her hair. "You," he pronounced in a voice that expressed far less irritation than he should have been feeling by rights, "can be very difficult at times."

Kristin slid her hands up around the back of his neck and leaned into his body. "Who me?" she said with an innocent flutter of long lashes.

Nathan snorted. "Yes, you," he confirmed as he slipped his hands around her narrow waist. "In fact, I have this theory about those ex-husbands of yours."

"Uh-hmm?" Kristin murmured distractedly as she dropped one hand to his shirtfront and began slipping buttons free.

Nathan noticed the effort, but made no attempt to stop her. "I don't think you really divorced them," he said thoughtfully.

Dark brown eyes flicked up from under thick lashes, but she didn't argue. "Hmm?" she made a questioning sound and focused on unbuttoning his shirt again.

"I think you had them locked up after you drove them nuts."

Kristin's chin tilted up and a smiled curved her full lips, as she played along with the game. "Of course," she confirmed. "Well, all except the last one, but he went with a smile on his face."

"Brat," Nathan growled and ducked his head to kiss her hungrily.

Kristin leaned into the kiss, mouth opening beneath his as she tugged his shirt free of his waistband and finished freeing the last couple of buttons. She shoved the soft fabric back off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it, careless of the way it tumbled to the floor at their feet. The hungry kisses and caresses went on for long minutes until finally Kristin sank down onto his bunk, tugging her lover down after her. His hands fluttered lightly over her torso as he followed the curve of her jaw to taste the delicate shell of one ear.

"Y'know," he muttered dryly, "this really wasn't quite how I planned this meeting."

Kristin let out a very unladylike snicker.

"Well, okay," Bridger admitted as he pushed up on his hands to stare down at her flushed face. "This part is pretty much on target...but I'm still supposed to discipline you, somehow."

"Good Lord," Kristin muttered distractedly as she fumbled with his belt. "We aren't going to go through all that again, are we?"

"No," Nathan denied instantly. "I finally decided how."

Dark eyes slid up to his face and it was her turn to look slightly nervous. "Really?" she said carefully, dark eyes glittering in a way guaranteed to make even the bravest man cautious.

Apparently impervious to the danger, Nathan nodded cheerfully.

Kristin's brows arched high on her forehead when he wasn't more forthcoming. "Well?" she prompted after a moment.

Nathan mouth split into a broad grin and he was visibly enjoying her discomfort. He leaned close to her ear again, neatly detailing his plans.

Kristin swallowed hard and her breath caught. As Bridger straightened again, he grinned down at her.

"Promise?" she croaked.

Nathan nodded.

"In that case, I might just have to turn Bill Noyce off a lot more often."

"Just so long as you never turn him on," Nathan agreed, then claimed her lips again as all thoughts of Bill Noyce and the UEO were superseded by more important matters.

End

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