:: Positively 60’s ::Bud Roberts hefted the file box up onto the shelf in the storage room. It was a hot, muggy Saturday in August and he wanted to be home with Harriet and Little AJ, but his sense of duty compelled him to be here at JAG ops today. After all, it was his and Singer’s mess that had to be cleaned up. Ten file boxes of statements and court documents had been generated by the case they had worked on these past two months and now that the case was over, the material needed to be stored. Then he could help put the law library back to rights. Thank God for Matilda Patterson. Bud liked Mrs. Patterson. In her late forties, the willowy brunette was coolly professional and brought a sense of dignity to the office that Tiner just couldn’t hope to match. When the young man had needed extended leave, Harriet had to call three agencies before she found a temp who lasted through the first lunch hour. Frankly, Bud would be happy if the woman could stay on permanently. The admiral had been on a tear for most of the two weeks – and before – Mattie had been on board and she never once lost her cool, finding every file and every report that he had asked for. Even Singer didn’t mess with the woman, and that was saying a lot in Bud’s book. The last time that the Admiral had been this uptight was when his SUV had been impounded and even then he had pretty much been just cranky. Recently, though, he’d been so uptight about everything. Late yesterday afternoon, standing in the middle of the bullpen, he had chewed him and Singer out at the top of his lungs. "THIS IS AN OFFICE, PEOPLE, NOT A KINDERGARTEN PLAY ROOM. I WANT THIS MESS CLEANED UP BY THE TIME I RETURN MONDAY AFTERNOON. I WANT THE LIBRARY RETURNED TO ITS ORIGNAL CONDITION AND I WANT THOSE DAMN FILE BOXES MOVED DOWNSTAIRS!" His roar had been heard on the floor below before he had left the office for the weekend. Singer, of course, had pouted. "Well, it will have to wait until Monday morning because I’ve got plans for tonight and tomorrow." Harriet had been royally pissed because she knew that Singer knew Bud wouldn’t let it wait until Monday. "Buddy. I hoped we could do something nice together for a change. Maybe get Mrs. Coletti to watch little AJ." He hadn’t realized that Mattie had overheard them, but just as he was leaving she called him to her desk and murmured. "What time do you want to start tomorrow, Lieutenant Roberts?" He had told her it wasn’t necessary, even told her he didn’t know if he could get approval for the overtime. She just smiled. "How about 8:30 and you bring the bagels." He walked in at 0845 hours and she was already lugging the heavy books from his office into the library. This wasn’t the Mattie Patterson who he had worked with for the past 10 days. He wasn’t surprised that she was in blue jeans and a T-shirt. After all, it was Saturday and the air conditioning was on ‘weekend’ mode so it was warm. They had agreed that since they would be getting sweaty and dusty, casual was definitely called for. He wasn’t really sure what he had expected her to wear, but the figure-hugging jeans, the snug ‘WHATEVER’ T-shirt and the slip-on boat shoes had definitely not been what he had imagined. During the week she’d worn the most professional of tailored suits and her hair had always been done up in either a French braid or bun. He had no idea her hair was so long, but the ponytail knotted perkily on the back of her head bounced just above her bra line. He found himself blushing, even thinking about another woman’s bra line - that way lay bumbling and an upset wife. Pounding music was coming from the library. He listened for a minute and his eyes widen in surprise as he made out the words of the familiar song.
He walked into the library, noted the portable ‘boombox’ and the stack of CD’s next to it. "Hello, Lieutenant." She was sorting the books at the conference table, stacking them in groups. Her body was definitely keeping time to the beat of the music. "Uhm…I…uhm…brought the bagels…I’ll just put them in the kitchen…" his voice trailed off and he turned away in confusion. "Great…I’m starved." As they waited for the coffee to finish she looked over at him. "Do you mind the music, Lieutenant? I can turn it off or…" "Oh, no, ma’am. Its fine…it’s just…." He started to stammer. She laughed gently. "It’s just you’re surprised at the ‘old broad’s’ taste in music?" "Oh no, ma’am. I mean, I’m surprised, but you’re…I mean…" He blushed and looked at his shoes. "Never mind, Lieutenant." "Uhm…ma’am. It’s okay if you call me Bud. I mean it’s Saturday and all. And, you are doing me a huge favor." "Only if you call me Mattie." She poured two cups and handed one to him. "Now, what’s the plan?" They decided that he would lug the paperwork down to the storage room. It would take him ten trips but he firmly insisted that she not help with that part. She agreed, "No problem, I’ll finish sorting the books and then shelving them. I think I’ve found them all, including the one behind the garbage can in Lieutenant Singer’s office." He went downstairs, opened the file room door and carefully propped it open with the wooden wedge they kept down there for just that purpose. The doors were keyed funny; definitely in error but, since neither the admiral nor Gunny ever came down here no one had ever taken the time to get them fixed. You could get into the file room from the basement corridor without a key, but if the door closed, it locked you in and you had to go through the room to the door leading up to the back of the library. That door needed a key from the library side. Since it was narrow and tucked away between two tall bookcases, few people ever bothered to get the key from Gunny to use it, preferring to go the long way to fetch or return the wide storage boxes from the metal shelving. He cleared space on one of the shelves and began the task. As soon as he was done, he would help Mrs…Mattie with replacing the books he had hunted precedents in. He had just made his fifth trip and the music coming from the library was unfamiliar but it had a good beat and he found himself moving his head to the sounds as he carried the sixth box downstairs. He was getting a real workout and was thinking he could skip running laps for the whole weekend the way he was going. He had just entered the bullpen to pick up box number eight when he stopped dead in his tracks. The bald head was a dead giveaway, of course, but Bud couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the admiral so casually dressed. Even at Bud’s bachelor party, the admiral had worn loose fitting dockers and a form-concealing Henley shirt. Now, he was wearing low rider jeans, a black tee shirt that showed every muscle group from his shoulders to his fit waist and motorcycle boots of all things. So shocked at the admiral’s dress it took Bud a moment to realize that AJ Chegwidden, Judge Advocate General of the United States Navy was not only ogling Mattie Patterson dancing in the library, but his body was definitely moving in time with the music. And this was no 60’s folk song either. I found an island in your arms The Doors! The admiral is shaking his booty too…Jesus! Hastily, Bud picked up the next box, turned and nearly ran down the hallway to the stairs. "Oh man. Thank God he didn’t see me. Jeez." Bud muttered to himself as he approached the door, edging around it. "I sure hope he doesn’t yell at Mattie. Of course, I’ve never heard him yell at her and anyway, he seemed to be enjoying the view, enough so he didn’t notice me. Thank you, thank you." As he lifted the box over his head he cursed. "Son-of-a-bitch." He watched in disgust as the door slowly swung shut. He must have bumped it in his haste and loosened the wedge. Oh well, at least he wasn’t stuck down here. He climbed over several boxes in the aisle and made his way back to the door leading up to the library. Bud trudged up the stairs and pushed open the narrow door. He was looking at his feet when the music changed again and when he looked up he saw Mattie was slowly undulating to the that drug song his old man used to play.
He stopped and stared in awe as her lithe body swayed and ground in tune to the pulsing, sexy beat as she found the spots for dozens of heavy books. A shadow fell over the table and Bud stepped back into the alcove in shock. The admiral had walked into the room and instead of stopping and coming to attention like she should have done; Mattie just grinned and indicated that he should join her. Too afraid to step out and intervene, Bud waited for the explosion. He gaped when he saw the answering grin on the admiral’s profile. Reaching out, Chegwidden took the last book in her hand and found the place it belonged before turning back to her. Oh dear. He’s dancing with her! In the library at JAG ops! A huge grin lit his face. Oh man, Harriet is never going to believe this! Damn! He’s good! I guess that song came out when he was in ‘Nam. He would have danced to that when he was young And the White Knight is talking backwards The song came to an end and Bud breathed a sigh of relief. Surely the admiral would
thank her for the dance and then go to his office. What the heck is he doing here
anyway? Dressed like that! Bud had just let the door close behind him and was ready to
step out noisily into the room when the next track on the CD came on. He recognized this
one. It was one of Harriet’s favorite oldies. He preferred the Carpenter rendition of
the song but Harriet always said, "Bud, Leon Russell wrote it and nobody sings
"A Song for You" like he does." Instead of leaving, Chegwidden began to
dance to the rougher, coarser version, closing in on a very receptive Mattie Patterson.
The two began to sway, I've been so many places Mattie moved closer and her hand moved up the admiral’s chest until it reached his collar. The admiral put one hand around her waist and Bud could see the seductive look on her face. Oh man, I should step out now. This is really embarrassing. What can he do to me anyway. Remembering how angry he had been the afternoon before, Bud decided to wait until they were done. Oh shit! I've acted out my love in stages Chegwidden placed both hands on her bottom and pulled her closer. Bud began to sweat. Oh g-g-god he’s going to… His mind went blank as he saw his commanding officer kiss the temp. No sweet peck, either. Even from his hidden position, Bud could see the way Mattie was responding to the kiss. Her hands clutched at AJ’s shoulders and as they turned slightly Bud watched in growing fascination as they obviously began a deep exploration of each other mouths. I know your image of me The admiral assertively tugged at Mattie’s shirt until it pulled from her jeans. Mattie for her part pushed him back so that her hands could roam up his chest and down below his waistband. The growl from his throat carried over the music and suddenly he stepped back further and ripped his shirt off. He ran his hand under hers until he worked it over her head. Burying his lips in her neck, his hands began a slow, sure assault on her lace-covered breasts. "AJ!" She cried out as he pinched and tormented the nipples through the material. "AJ, please. Oh God, I’ve wanted this for two weeks." The bra soon joined the shirts on the floor and AJ pushed her back until she was leaning against the table, one hand outstretched behind her to support her body; the other pulling his head to her exposed aureoles. There's no one more important to me He ministered to each hard peak in turn and she gently encouraged him until he trailed his lips further south. He paused then and Bud could see his back expand and contract with labored breathing. "Oh darlin’, you been driving me nuts these two weeks. I wanted you the day I shook your hand." Deftly he pulled down her zipper, while she kicked her shoes away before pushing off the table so that he, as he knelt down before her, could pull down her jeans and lacy underwear. He gazed at her for a moment before burying his face in the juncture of her thighs. She bent over to caress his shoulders as he slowly explored her sex with a concentration that he normally reserved for budget reports. You taught me precious secrets of the truth, Her cries of release made Bud close his eyes. Shock. This was shock. He knew that he would never be able to tell Harriet or another living soul what had transpired here. When he reopened his eyes, he nearly whimpered as the admiral’s jeans fell to the ground and were kicked aside. This is not happening. I am not seeing my commanding officer…Oh Jesus…is he hung! I didn’t just think that about my boss. Bud stood as far back against the door as he could. But even the thought of eternal damnation could not make him turn away as the JAG gently laid his temporary secretary across the library table, her head resting not three inches from where Bud normally sat and buried his shaft deep within her. I’ll never be able to sit there again. I out rank the bitch, let Singer sit there. I love you in a place The admiral started slowly, but Mattie pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Harder, AJ. Oh please, please, please." Bud couldn’t for the life of him, remember the last time he had heard such passion. Oh Harriet, Lord I wish you were here right now. NO, NO, that’s not what I meant. He tasted blood as he viciously bit down on the inside of his cheek to try and control his suddenly rampant hard-on. The admiral’s roar of release was primal and Bud understood that this man would always be the alpha male in any group that he was in. Harmon Rabb, Jr., Mic Brumby, Victor Galindez were betas just like Bud Roberts. Mattie’s nails racked down AJ’s back, leaving fine white lines as another orgasm shook her. He collapsed beside her on the table and they lay there, trying to get their breath back as the song ended. And when my life is over, The two finally stirred and the admiral stood up and started to gather the discarded clothes. Bud huddled as far back into the alcove as he could, sweat dripping down his neck and armpits. He was surprised that Chegwidden couldn’t smell his fear. The couple dressed, each taking time to smooth some part of the other’s wardrobe, and for a moment Bud thought they were going to start all over again, but AJ pulled her into one last long kiss before nuzzling her neck and demanding. "Come on, Mrs. Patterson, I’m buying you lunch and then taking you home." Bud heard her gasp. "What about Lieutenant Roberts? He was moving boxes downstairs. At least you closed the door!" Chegwidden pulled her to the door and looked out. "I don’t see any sign of him or the boxes. He must have finished, seen the closed door and figured you went home. You took the metro?" Roberts missed her reply as the door snicked closed. He bent over and put his hands on his knees and took in deep gulps of air. "Thank you, lord." He wasn’t really sure what he was saying thanks for but he stood upright and carefully made his way to the door. Looking back into the room, he knew he would never see it or the admiral the same way again. He quickly carried the last box downstairs, disposed of it and then hurried to the back parking lot and his car. It was only 1300 hours and he had the rest of the afternoon to spend with his family. Making only one stop on his way home he found Harriet was just putting little AJ down for his afternoon nap. She looked up in pleased surprise. "Bud! You and Mrs. Patterson must work really well together. What’s that?" She pointed to the plastic bag. "I brought you a present." He handed her the bag and she opened it. "Buddy! I love Leon Russell. Lets go put it on while the baby’s asleep." Home :: JAG Index :: e-mail |