::  Working through the Night  ::

Part 1
The Admiral and the Redhead

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems that, for once, luck was on our side..."

Walter S. Skinner sat rigidly at the large conference table wondering how many of these post ‘how the hell did we fuck this up’ meetings he had sat through in his career. His eyes focused on a speck just to the left of the Secretary of the Navy, standing in righteous indignation at the head of the table. Pompous prick. Alexander Nelson had to be one of the most boring speakers within the confines of the Beltway.

Skinner should have been angry, but relief that none of his people had been killed filled him with a sense of near ennui. Luck had nothing to do with the resolution of the case anyway. He and Chegwidden had pooled their resources and laid false the stereotype of Federal interdepartmental feuding to bring the bastards down. Of course, it had nearly cost the two-star admiral his life. If it hadn’t been for Scully, they would be at the cemetery now.

Skinner grinned at the memory. He hadn’t seen moves like that in thirty years. The good doctor weaving through the packing crates and shipping barrels on the dock to get to the wounded admiral had brought back memories of medics in Viet Nam. Skinner sighed deeply, his grin fading. They’d lost a lot of medics in ‘Nam. He’d ream her out later. That is, if she ever left Chegwidden’s bedside. Skinner considered the sparks that had arced between the two so very different people during their first meeting. The stoic red head so used to X-files, darkness, conspiracies, duplicity and her psychotic partner’s ever growing paranoia had been drawn like a moth to the straightforward no-nonsense admiral. Walter Skinner wished her well. He had long since come to terms with his feelings for his underlings. He and his problem children were fast friends, but if any of them got involved with the other, the resulting fall-out would probably destroy them all.

Nelson continued to drone on and Skinner let his gaze wander to the pair across from him. Staunch, up-right Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr. sat next to his knockout partner. Damn, they never, ever had Marines like that when I was in the service. Professional, intensely so, gung-ho, hell he thought she was going to jump off the building that she, Mulder, and Rabb had been stationed on during the raid, when Chegwidden had taken that bullet. It blew him away that it was Colonel Sarah MacKenzie who had grabbed the rifle and taken out the sniper they had missed on the boat in the harbor. She sat across from him trying hard to look interested in Nelson’s take on an operation that had been planned and executed while the bureaucrat was conveniently out of the country. Of course, nearly losing his JAG in a shoot-out was something that made him look bad, regardless of where he had been before, during, and after. Lord, Skinner wanted to just get up and walk out. Mulder, who was sitting on the other side of Rabb, had his ‘bad-boy, bored’ face on and Skinner turned his now familiar glare on the over-aged brat just in time to notice something.

There was a movement that barely registered with him, certainly not overt enough to be noticed by anyone else. Scully’s seat, next to her partner was empty. Damn her, she had a built-in excuse not show up. Doctor of record, my ass, Chegwidden had been flown to Bethesda. It took him a moment to realize what was going on across from him, the nearly imperceptible movement, more a rippling of muscle than actual motion. He turned his shocked glance to the forthright young Commander, seemingly unaware of what was being done to him. He turned away only to find himself lost in the almost amused brown eyes of Sarah MacKenzie. She knows. Son of a bitch I could have sworn that the two of them…

"So, people, I want everyone’s reports on my desk by 1200 hours tomorrow. MacKenzie!"

"Yes Mr. Secretary." She tore her gaze away from the startled Assistant Director of the FBI. He had no idea. Well, it took me a long time to figure it out too, I guess. I wonder if he… She gave her boss’s boss her full attention. As Chegwidden’s Chief of Staff she knew what was coming and that, with Chegwidden recovering from the graze to his head, it would fall upon her to make sure the reports were complete.

"MacKenzie, I want you and Skinner here to work all night if you have to. I’m meeting with the President at 1400 hours tomorrow and I want a chance to go over it before I do."

Yeah, yeah. Almost done. Though working all night with Mr. Surly might be interesting. Sarah MacKenzie was drawn to men that she shouldn’t be. Hell, her five-year crush on her partner was a good example of that fact. She had always prided herself on being completely aware of what was going on around her, but damn! To have missed something like that. Of course, with all the women he’d dated in those five years, maybe Harmon Rabb, Jr. was just a little unaware too. It wasn’t until she had caught the way he would look longingly at Clayton Webb when the spy came to JAG ops that it finally crystallized.

"No problem, Mr. Secretary, I’m sure that AD Skinner and I will get it done for you in plenty of time."

Nelson stepped away from the table, signaling an end to the meeting-cum-ass-chewing. Skinner glared at his agent and Rabb, but both of them seemed to be perfectly capable of standing up. Keeping his eyes locked on Mulder’s he growled. "I want that report finished and on my desk by 10:00 o’clock tonight. No excuses and don’t bother trying to get Scully to do it for you."

The agent stared back at him with his ‘what the hell have I done now’ look but then shrugged. "Sure sir. Uhm…Commander Rabb, I may need your input on that one aspect of the case."

Skinner could have sworn he heard a low, unladylike, snort emanating from the Marine Colonel. Rabb looked from one to the other and then at Mulder. "Sure, I can do that. You want to grab dinner first?" He included his partner and Mulder’s boss in the question.

Before Skinner could say anything Mac cut in. "Thanks Flyboy, but I’m not in the mood for vegetarian."

Skinner grimaced. "Come on, Colonel MacKenzie, I’ll pop for dinner. Steak? Italian?"

Mac picked up her briefcase and hooked her hand in the crook of his arm. "How do you feel about Beltway Burgers?"

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"I know you don’t want to use the wheelchair, AJ. Nobody wants to use the wheelchair, but if you want to go home tonight you had better get in the damn wheelchair and let me push you out."

AJ Chegwidden stared menacingly down at the petite agent before him. Neither his stare, his rank, nor his presence intimidated her. He slammed his cover on his head and sat in the chair. He tried to beat her to lowering the footrests, but leaning forward, he suddenly got dizzy and Dana Scully quickly stooped down, lowered the footrest and gently pushed him back. He was surprised that she didn’t take the opportunity to say ‘I told you so.’ Instead she gently caressed his shoulder before lifting off his cover. "You shouldn’t put any pressure on it, you know."

Without waiting for him to say anything she stepped behind the chair and expertly pushed him out the door. Her look cowered the orderly who was supposed to have pushed him out to the waiting limo. When they reached the covered entryway, AJ’s driver stood at attention, holding the door. Dana didn’t embarrass him by rushing to his assistance, letting him settle himself.

He sighed as he sat, the dizziness was gone; he would be fine. He just wouldn’t bend over quickly for a few days. Scully silently moved to the other side of the car. He longed to say something to her. But, he had lost the courage somewhere between seeing the concern and fear in her eyes as she bent over him while bullets rained around them, to the hurt and anger when he had chewed her out two days ago for risking her life to save his. Now he sat in stony silence unable to think of the words to make it better while the driver expertly maneuvered them through D.C. traffic toward his home in McLean.

"Ma’am, your car is parked over there next to Lieutenant Sims’ van. Here are your keys." The driver held open the car door and AJ walked up to the young Lieutenant waiting at the open door.

"Sir?" Harriet stood there for just a moment, took one look at him and quickly explained. "I brought by some dinner for you, sir. It’s in the fridge. All you have to do is just heat it up in the microwave. I won’t stay. Oh, there are papers on your desk that have to be looked at. I’m sorry, but SecNav’s orders. Feel better and call me if you need anything. Bye, sir, ma’am." She scooted past her somewhat dazed but grateful CO.

"Harriet." The low growl stopped her.

"Sir?" She knew he hated to be fussed over.

"Thank you." Her smile was worth the effort to control his temper.

Dana stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. She made no move to help him, admiring his determination, so very different from her whiny partner, who she loved dearly, but was a real pain in the ass most times and a total wuss when he had been injured. Softly she ventured. "Can I hang up your coat for you?"

"I can do it, you know." He growled, facing away from her. He stiffened at the touch of her hands on his shoulders.

"I know." She whispered as she eased the heavy wool off his arm. She had admonished him earlier for insisting on wearing his dress blues out of the hospital, but realized that it had made him feel better, more normal, more in control. "You going to change or just sit there all prim and proper?" Secretly she hoped he wouldn’t change. He looked good in his uniform. Damn sexy. It had been such a long time since she had felt these stirrings.

She had known for a while that her partner was bi-sexual, definitely leaning toward gay and knew that he had feelings for their boss that he would never act on. She had also noticed the way he and Commander Rabb covertly looked at each other nearly from the first day.

She suspected that Rabb’s partner Colonel MacKenzie had noticed too, though she doubted that Mac had quite the proof that she did. Early in the morning before the raid on the USS Hudson, Dana had woke to furtive noises next door. Mulder, as always, had flopped on her bed for a while before returning to his own room. He must have left the adjoining doors ajar because the sounds that woke her were clear and not muffled at all. She had lain there for a few minutes before she realized just what she was hearing.

Carefully getting out of bed she told herself that all she was going to do was close the door, but the view had been unobstructed and the light from Mulder’s bathroom had clearly illuminated Harmon Rabb, still dressed in his khaki uniform going down on her partner. She stood stunned at the erotic scene for just a moment, watching the lawyer expertly lap and suck Mulder’s throbbing erection, the agent’s boxers pooled at his feet. Mulder’s fingers caressed the dark head; his eyes closed in ecstasy. Scully shut her door as quietly as possible before returning to her cold, empty bed.

She remembered the scene now and blushed. Hastily, she turned and found his coat closet. She heard his intake of breath, preparing to take back control of his life. Suspecting the he was still very angry with her for risking her life to save him from the sniper she sighed and turned to face him.

He looked uncomfortable at least. "I want to check the pile of papers for the SecNav. Uhm…thank you for seeing me home…but you…uhm…."

She had already anticipated his arguments and she had no intention of leaving him until she was satisfied that he was going to be okay on his own. Yeah right. The man is a confirmed bachelor, a former SeAL. And, DOCTOR Scully, it was just a lousy concussion. "Actually, sir. If you would do me a favor, I would really appreciate it."

He eyed her warily. She knew he owed her his life. If she hadn’t managed to drag him behind that shipping container, the sniper would have killed him. He could deny her nothing within his power, but it annoyed him that she would call on the obligation so soon. "What?" He almost snapped.

She heard the anger in his voice and realized she had over-played her hand and that made her nervous. "Uhm…well you see its nearly four and you know what traffic is like and I have to finish my part of the report and get it to Mulder. I was wondering if I could finish it here and e-mail it Mulder. If I have to drive back into the city, in this traffic, it will be after six and I’ll still have to do the report and…" her voice trailed off as she realized he recognized the lie for what it was.

He knew he should bawl her out. Tell her that if she had a report to do she shouldn’t have escorted him home like a damn prom date. He should tell her she shouldn’t look so damn beautiful standing there in that simple black pantsuit. He tried to harden his heart. She was at least fifteen years his junior, probably more. He tried one last track. "I need my computer."

"Oh, that’s no problem." She pointed to the case the driver had brought in with his overnighter. "I have my own and when I need to send it, I can use my cell phone."

He managed as nonchalant a shrug as he was capable of. Pointing to the dining room table he muttered. "Well then, set up there. I’ll be in the office." Her smile nearly did him in. Gruffly he turned away and marched into his austere office to confront the daunting pile of paperwork. He rubbed his temples and tried to remember why he had left Surface Warfare. Sighing deeply, he pulled out his comfortable leather chair to begin the chore. He had barely signed off on the first report when he felt her behind him. He steeled himself for her question, but she said nothing. Instead, she silently stole to his wing back chair by the picture window. Kicking off her pumps and crossing her legs under her, she settled her computer on her lap. Bemused, he watched as she reached into her open jacket pocket, the movement pulling her shirt taunt across her firm breasts. She pulled out a pair of reading glasses and perched them on her nose. She never said a word. Never even looked at him until she opened the laptop and switched it on. While it booted up she spared him a brief glance, a faint half-smile before bending forward to begin tapping on the keyboard.

He sat entranced as the last rays of the sun sent sparks of fire through the strands of hair caressing her cheeks. He longed to touch her like that. You’re 53, Albert Jethro, start acting like it. Wearily, he forced himself to return to his paperwork only to discover that it was easier now that he could glance up and see her.

They worked like that for nearly two hours. The only sounds were the clicking of computer keys and the hum of his CPU. The companionable silence was shattered by the shrill of his phone. "Chegwidden." He nearly groaned at the voice on the other end. "Yes, Mr. Secretary. No, sir, I’m fine. Just a headache. I’m sure I can go in tomorrow." He glanced up at the angry growl. She sat there, the laptop on the small table next to the chair, her reading glasses down on the tip of her nose. She glared at him over the top of them and he suddenly realized how Rabb and Bud Roberts felt when he did that to them. Returning his attention to the phone he picked up the thread of Nelson’s rant and assured him. "I’m nearly done, sir. What? Well, yes, they will be ready at 0900 hours. Of course you can send your driver for them. No, sir. If you think it best I’ll stay home tomorrow. Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Secretary." He held the phone away from his year. "Go to hell, Mr. Secretary!"

Dana giggled. "Well I hope that he really did hang up the phone."

He smiled, "Yeah, me too. I think."

Gracefully she rose from her chair. "Are you almost done?"

"A couple more papers to look at. I’m done with Nelson’s stuff. Mac and Harriet took care of most of it."

She started to say how pampered he was, but thought perhaps he wouldn’t take it as teasing. She offered. "Why don’t I go see what your Lieutenant brought for dinner?"

"Go ahead. By the time you figure out what it is I’ll be done and I’ll come out and find something edible."

She walked out into the front room turning on lights as she did so. "That’s really cruel," she called back as she entered the kitchen. Harriet had left a bag of groceries on the counter. "Hey, she brought you bread and Pop Tarts and paper plates and…"

"Wait for it. Open the refrigerator door and look. It will be in a covered plastic container."

She had thought that rather vague until she opened the door and found a typical bachelor’s refrigerator, perhaps a little better stocked that most, certainly better than Mulder’s. There was beer, a bottle of wine, a glass quart of milk, a covered ceramic butter dish and a large covered plastic container. Dana pulled it out and placed it on the counter.

"I’m warning you. Don’t open that." Her head jerked up at the amusement in his voice. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the jam. He had shed his jacket, the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt rolled up his strong forearms, the tie loosened at his throat. Damn he’s still good looking. It isn’t the uniform. Course not. It never had been really.

"Oh you’re just being cantankerous."

"Cantankerous is it?" He nodded his head, the bandage catching the fluorescence of the overhead light. "Go ahead, Agent Scully."

She opened the container and stared down at it wide-eyed. "What is it?" She whispered.

AJ shrugged. "Something from one of her many cook books. She’s been known to make a decent meat loaf. And, understand I love her like my own daughter, but she cannot cook. I can’t believe that Bud has trouble watching his weight." He moved into the kitchen. "Can you grab the big pot in that lower cabinet over there?"

She grabbed pots, canned goods, and discovered both crispers in the refrigerator contained various fruits and vegetables. Doing exactly what he told her, in less than 45 minutes she was sitting across from him eating the most marvelous pasta concoction she had ever tasted. "This is fantastic, AJ. Where did you learn to cook?"

He studied her for a moment. The conversation was fraught with land mines but suddenly he needed to know, need her to know. "I’ve been on my own for a very long time, Dana. I don’t mind dining out but it gets old. I enjoy cooking."

She understood what he was saying. We’re both set in our ways, Admiral. But doesn’t it get lonely?

Lingering over the coffee she made they talked of inconsequential matters, though they both felt the tension growing between them. AJ was glad she had insisted that he light the pillar in the center of the table, because he could watch the light dance in her eyes. He thought that if he let his fingertips trace her lips they would burn from her fire. He spared a moment to wonder who the last person was to awaken the passion that lay there, so close to the surface, yet reined in so tightly.

A small knowing smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "Is something amusing Agent Scully?" His growl sent a shiver down to pool at her core.

"I was just thinking how wrong my partner, the great profiler was about you." She met his appraisal boldly with one of her own.

"Mulder profiled me? Whatever for?" He was truly shocked.

Dana waved away the question. "Mulder profiles the kid behind the counter at the Burger King. He can’t help it."

"But he told you all about me?" AJ sat back in his chair, waiting to hear the assessment.

The smile grew. "He said you were a cold, rigid, total military man, unable to bend or show any depth or passion."

AJ stood up, leaned across the table, the menace in his voice emphasizing the passion in his eyes. "What makes you think that he’s wrong?"

She lowered her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath; she stood to bring her face within inches of his. "Because I’ve watched you this past week. I’ve seen the concern and the fear. I know you won’t allow yourself to ‘know’ certain things because ‘knowing’ them will bring hurt to people you care about." She had to step away for a moment or she would be consumed by the passion she saw there, passion for her. "Before I came into the office a little while ago, I checked out your library." Walking to the long rows of books next to the fireplace and running her hand along the spines she read, "Wuthering Heights, AJ?"

"A present." He was so close behind her she could feel his breathe stir her hair.

"The Complete Works of Shakespeare? Do you like the sonnets? Would you read to me?" She whispered softly.

"No." He growled and she turned around in surprise only to find her nose neatly buried in his shirt.

She reveled in the smell of him. She had to touch him more boldly than she had allowed herself while he lay there in the hospital bed. Moving back just a little she trailed her hand up his thigh past his waist and rested it on his strong chest. She could feel his heart rate increase and she looked up just as he was lowering his head, his lips parted as if he was going to kiss her gently on the top of her head. She offered him her lips instead.

He fingered her hair, moving his lips softly, tentatively across hers. She groaned in pleasure and reached up to grasp his shoulders, pulling herself up to deepen the kiss.

Breaking away from her, he swayed slightly. She led him to the couch. "Sit down. Damn, maybe you, we, shouldn’t have done that."

He laughed softly as she pushed him down. Reaching up he dragged her down with him, settling her on his lap, to firmly hold her to his chest. "What makes you think I was dizzy from the wound. You’re a powerful kisser, Dana Scully." He had been joking but as she pulled back she saw his look grow serious. "You take my breath away."

"I do?" She whispered and before he could reply she took his cheeks in her hand and kissed him again, this time taking control, teasing his lips apart so she could explore his moist hot mouth. She moved around until she straddled him, grinding her core against his already burgeoning erection. He embraced her tightly, crushing her against his chest, feeling her nipples harden through her blouse. When she came up for air for a moment he attacked her throat, nipping he soft skin with his teeth, then soothing the marks away with his lips and tongue. She threw back her head to allow him more leeway and he buried his face in the deep valley of her breasts, taking a moment to drag the jacket off her shoulders.

He stopped, his panting almost scaring her. "AJ?"

"Get up." She stood immediately, afraid that they had gone too fast and he was going to pass out, but he stood up and firmly taking her by the hand, led her back to the bedroom. "I want you in my bed, Dana Scully." His voice had calmed and now held a note of command that thrilled her. "Take off your clothes. Slowly."

She raised an eyebrow, but smiled and nodded to the bed. "Sit, watch, oh, and don’t touch." He growled but she giggled and moved out of his reach. She waited patiently until he gave in, turned down the sheets and then sat on the bed.

She had never put on a strip show for a lover before so she was a little nervous. She was also pissed that she had not thought to take off the damn knee-highs. Oh well, just make him so insane beforehand, maybe he won’t notice. At least the bra matches the underwear for once. She took her time unbuttoning the blouse, letting the garment fall to the floor. She rubbed her breasts through the bra and that action brought a moan from AJ’s lips. Turning away from him she reached behind her and unclasped the hook and eye holding it closed. She heard the bedsprings creak and she glared at him over her shoulder, but he hadn’t stood. It looked like he was trying to get comfortable. Oh I don’t think so, Mr. Tall, Bald and Sexy. She let the straps fall from her shoulders and made a show of holding it against her breasts for a beat before pulling it off and dangling it to the side, before dropping it on his dresser.

"Turn around." He demanded hoarsely.

"No." She slowly unzipped her slacks and suddenly figured out a way to get the offending knee-highs off. Instead of letting the pants drop to the floor she pulled them down, bending at the waist to do so. When she reached her calves she hooked her thumbs and fingers under the band of the nylons and pulled them down with the pants. She was quite certain on what his eyes were focused. His increased heartbeat could be felt from where she stood. She peeked around her legs and looked at him. Even upside down he looked sexy. Leaving the white bikinis on she stood, turned and walked seductively up to him. "You look a little heated, I think we ought to take off this shirt before it chokes you."

He considered grabbing her, and throwing her down on the bed and just ravishing her like he had wanted to for the past week. Instead, he leaned back resting his weight on his elbows and waited.

Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt until it was opened to the waist. Pulling it out of his slacks, she pushed it over his shoulders and then carefully worked his tee shirt up his chest. Her hiss of delight brought him up to her to allow her to pull the two shirts off of him. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled it until she had to pull away, the sensation alone almost causing her to explode. "Not yet."

His disagreement was almost a snarl, but he found he was having trouble taking in enough air as he realized that she was sinking to the floor between his legs. "Let me loosen this, it looks like your pants are definitely too tight." She unbuckled the belt and pulled down the zipper and his cock sprang free from the confines of his briefs. She wondered how she was going to take him all in. He was so big. "Lift up." She demanded and she quickly divested him of his slacks, shorts, shoes and socks. She pushed the clothing away and crawled back up to him.

"Dana. It’s been a while I don’t…Jesus." He gasped as she flicked her tongue over his engorged head. "Dana, don’t…oh God." She engulfed as much as she could and covered what she couldn’t with her hands letting them caress his heavy testicles. He brought his hand to her hair, hoping to push her away, but the feel of the strands in his fingers and the incredible sensations shooting through him was too much and he sat there letting her work her magic. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time and he let the sensations wash over him. Just when he thought he was going to cum in her mouth she pulled back and gently squeezed that spot behind the head of his penis. "Oh damn, woman! You’re going to kill this old man."

"What a way to go, AJ." She stood up, pulled back his head and demanded a kiss, leaning into him, caressing her hardened nipples against the hair on his chest. Reaching around her he kneaded her ass, caressing his long fingers down her crack, teasing her anus. She looked into his eyes and whispered. "Oh, Admiral, Sir, you aren’t cold at all. Rigid maybe," she grinned, "but never cold."

In answer he pulled her down on the bed, partially covering her body with his. Kissing her eyes, nose and then lips, he let his hand travel down to play in her curls. "God, you are so wet, Dana." He moved her up on the bed and brought his lips back to feast on her breasts. Dividing his time between each one, never letting up on his exploration of her hot core. Parting her labia, he ran his fingers around her swollen nubbin. "Talk to me Dana. Tell me what to do to pleasure you."

"Oh God! AJ just like that, oh my, yes."

"Tell me what you want me to do, Dana."

She moved his head to her nipple, "Please, AJ, please, please."

He took pity on her and took the nipple between his teeth and began to worry it. "Oh yes, harder, AJ. Please, please. Oh yes, touch me like that. Deeper, AJ." He plunged one long finger deep into her center, tickling, teasing her. He let another finger reach back and caress her anus again and she nearly arched off the bed.

He released the nipple to stare into her eyes. "Tell me what you want Dana."

She was nearly incoherent in her need. There was so much she wanted him to do. So much that she had missed. "Take me AJ, fuck me hard and fast and then slow and long. Just please, AJ, I need you inside me."

He lay on his back and pulled her to him. "Come here. I want to be able to touch you, while I’m inside you."

Her staid, unbending Admiral. Oh Mulder, you were so wrong. She worked her way over his erection and placing him at her opening plunged down, until her ass slapped against his balls. He caressed his hands up her legs, over her ass and took both breasts to squeeze and torture them. "Move on me Dana, I want to watch you use me to pleasure yourself."

Jesus, just his voice could make me come. Slowly she began to rock, rubbing her clit across the course hairs of his groin. She rotated her hips and used her knees to leverage up and almost all the way off him before plunging back down. She wanted to close her eyes to savor the sensations but kept them pinned to his. "You like this, sailor?"

"Oh baby, you are fantastic. Damn you’re tight and hot and wet and…oh damn did I say tight?" He reached between them and tried to caress her clit, but she boldly moved his hand away and placed it on her ass showing him what she wanted. He paused for a moment then grinned. "And to think that I overheard someone calling you the Ice Queen. Oh baby, are you melting for me." He brought his finger around and teased her opening stretching the muscle just a bit to finger her. She came with a shout, arching back and driving his finger deeper into her. She pulled his cock back with her, causing him to explode into her with an intensity that he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

She fell forward, limp and spent, her face slick with sweat. "Oh my." She panted. "Oh dear. AJ?"

"Mmmmmm."

"AJ, are you okay?" She fought to push off his chest to check him out, but he just held her tight.

"Never better, darlin’. You’re just what the doctor ordered. Now go to sleep. That’s an order."

"Aye-aye Admiral."

Part 2

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