Baked Alaska (NSFW)

	Alaska gulped. She was sitting on a bench in front of the beach, fidgiting nervously. Her new swimusit had come in the mail, and she'd done a lot of work with the tailor to get it *just right* for this. Sweating nerously in the hot sun, she stood up, and started to pace. Cameron loved her. Cameron loved her.

	Cameron loved her enough to have a box of condoms in his nightstand, as she'd discovered by accident when they'd lost power and had to go searching for a flashlight.

	Still, it was such a frightning thought! She was young, untested, unproven! Her rudder didn't pull hard enough, she was never where she needed to be, her guns never shot in anger! How could he love her so?

	Next to where Alaska had been sitting, Atago sighed, and rubbed her brow. "'laska, calm down. It's Cameron. Relax!"

	"Cameron loves me." Alaska muttered, before throwing up her hands and yelling. "But I don't know what to doooo-mph!"

	As Atago used a well-timed grab to cut off Alaska's wail of dismay with a swift application of boob-to-the-face, she sighed and just petted her friend.

	"Calm. Down." Atago said, smiling and nuzzling her friend's hair. "Cameron loves you a lot. He's yours. You're his. You both know it. You two just need to have a moment together to show it."

	Letting go of Alaska, the Heavy Cruiser smiled at her Large Cruiser friend and rubbed their foreheads together. "And don't worry about me, okay? I'll always be here."

	"ok..." Alaska muttered, before a seaplane she'd launched earlier told her something important. One, Cameron was coming. Two, and more importantly, he had lunch!

---

	After lunch, Atago carefully made herself scarce on the excuse she was going swimsuit shopping, Alaska looked over at Cameron. Cameron looked back, their eyes meeting against each other's as the windows to their souls threw themselves open.

	Later, three beachgoers reported sunburns from the blushing duo sitting their, each one trying to out-watt the other one's red face. Unfortunatly for Cameron, his girlfriend had spotlights, and was more than unwilling to let them shine.

	"Let's- ah, er, let's go back to the house." Cameron stuttered out, trying not to meet Alaska's eyes again as his hand accidentally found hers. As their fingers intertwined, Alaska nodded fast, her hair whipping around and whispering such depraved things in it's movement. It pushed Alaska's head closer to Cameron's, making her whisper her next words.

	"Yes." she said, before the two tried to stand. Standing while holding hands was a tricky affair, though, and Alaska took a tumble straight into Cameron. Soon, the young man found himself on the ground, covered in his girlfriend.

	His very atractive girlfriend, who was almost rubbing herself into him as she tried to get up again without letting go-

	Frantically getting his feet under him and jacknifing up, Cameron stabalized his poor dear, serving as a makeshift outrigger for the exercise. Once the two were stable, though, they started walking towards the house all the American shipgirls had been loaned for their stay in Montevideo. It was a nice bungalo, only twenty minutes from La Rambla on foot, or three in a car barreling towards open water as fast as it could. Inside was a warm mix of the Ranchero style and traditional urban furnishings, leaving little doubt where this house belonged. As they entered, nearly wrapped together, Cameron felt the sand on his feet against the stone floor.

	"We should get showered off." he said, head beckoning towards the ground floor's full bath. "Don't want to get sand in the rugs."

	Alaska nodded, and smiled at Cameron lightly. "Can I have first, then?" she asked, stepping away from him. Trying to hold his eyes on his girlfriend's face, Cameron failed miserably as the clean lines drew his eye down Alaska's long, smooth flanks.

	"Sure." he said, smiling.

---

	It was minutes later in the shower that Alaska tried to steel her nerves. She needed to *know* how Cameron felt. She'd been fooled by pretty words before- the best cruiser design, the final theoretical evolution of the heavy cruiser... and it had fallen through. She needed to know if his mind was honest, if it was where his heart really did lie.

	Breathing in and out, Alaska dropped the soap in the shower, and planted her foot straight on it. As per her expectations, the bar shot out, hit the front of the shower, and ricocheted right into her temple, helping to make her fall flat over and bang herself on the sides of the shower.

	"AHHH!" she cried out, before cutting it off. Soon, the sound of running footsteps came in, and Cameron came in past the door. "Are you okay?!" he yelled, not moving the shower curtain yet.

	"I think I bumped my head." Alaska moaned, scrabbling around for the side of the tub-shower. "Can you take a look?"

	Cameron gulped, and nodded before he realized Alaska couldn't see him. "Are... are you sure, 'laska?"

	"Uhh huh."

	Cameron blushed red, and considered his options for a second. Exactly after that second, his backup brain kicked in and reminded him that the house was de facto theirs, as the regular officers had all been put up in regular barracks. Breathing in, he opened the curtain and saw Alaska, her thin form lying awkwardly on the bottom of the tub.

	For a moment, Cameron's mind blanked. Alaska was beautiful. Clean of line and form, her sleek body was damped under the water to show her as only she could shine. One hand slowly moved down to take her hand and help her to her feet, while another moved to caress her hip as he smiled softly. A man may be awestruck in the presence of a wonder, after all. Slowly, he moved into the tub, closing the curtains behind him. There was nothing obstructing his sight of his beloved, and it was a heady feeling. He saw everything.

	"He- hey, Cameron." Alaska said, gulping. "You... you don't look comfortable."

	Blinking, Cameron looked down and straight at the massive trouser tent he was pitching in his swim trunks. "Ah- ah, um, 'laska, er,-"

	"Well..." Alaska stammered and blushed as she turned her head to the side. "It's just... if I don't have to wear anything, neither should you."

	At this, Alaska's hand went down, touching the drawstring to Cameron's trunks before undoing the knot and gently pulling them down. As he stepped out of them on autopilot, Alaska got her first real look at what made seperated men from women, and more importantly men from shipgirl.

	"It's... big." she said, gulping. "I didn't think they were really that big."

	Cameron's hands came down, gently taking Alaska by her shoulders and bringing her up so he could kiss her. "You don't... if you're not comfortable... this is fine. Just like this."

	At this, Alaska kissed him back, and smiled. "Can we wash up first, though?"

	"Of course."

	As the two washed, both started to learn their partners body in new ways. Alaska was ticklish all along her sides, from her thighs to her armpits. Cameron had a slight, faint stripe of chest hair that ran from his brestbone to his navel. Neither had any pubic hair. Both thought the other felt like silk, the smoothest thing they ever had felt. Eyes like jet met the cold northern waters; both were elated. Nerves settled, as the two felt their connection grow as the gentle touches smoothed over what rough edges remained between the two.

	Still, all good things must come to an end, if only as requiem for better events. Leaving the shower in soft terrycloth robes, they moved up to Cameron's room, hand in hand as they entered.

	"I never knew they gave you a queen size bed." Alaska murmered, laying down it and streaching like a bobcat over warm rocks. Wordlessly, Cameron joined her, the robes they both wore being sheded as they coiled together.

	"So..." Alaska said, grinning. "There's still a little further we can go."

	Cameron smiled back, and kissed her deeply. "I'm glad you asked." he replied, nudging his head against hers before moving down and licking a nipple as he worked his way to her slit. Slowly, he let his fingers and tongue play down there, hearing the slight moans and gasps coming from her as a signal to go further. Their time in the shower had let them come together in tune, and Alaska felt herself growing closer to the edge with each moment.

	"You-" Alaska gasped, trying to curl herself up to look at Cameron. "Didn't need to-"

	For a brief moment, Cameron's face lifted up, letting his hand continue to play across Alaska's lower lips and clit. "Yes, I did. I don't want this to hurt!"

	Alaska blinked for a moment, and gulped. Then she reached down, grabbed Cameron, and pulled him up into a powerful kiss. Moments later, a hand went down to make sure everything was lined up, and the Large Cruiser pushed herself up off the bed and around the rod of warm love that was Cameron's dick.

	"Ah!" he cried, trying not to collapse on his lover. "'laska..."

	"Do it!" she exclaimed, smiling. A tear might have been at the corner of her eye, but Cameron couldn't tell. "Please!"

	Nodding, Cameron started to piston his hips, the rippling feeling of Alaska's tight snatch around him pulling and twisting around him, trying to get him to stay and leave his mark. Her legs were crossed behind him, their bodies tight against each other as they made love, eyes locked together. It seemed like an eternity, but before it was done their hands were wrapped around each other.

	"'laska." Cameron murmered low, smiling.

	"Cameron." Alaska said, smiling.

	As their lips and tounges touched, both came over the crest, cumming together and going limp at the same time.

---

	It was late that evening when Atago came home and smelled the sex in the air. Smiling a catlike smile, she just got out a spare blanket and settled in on the couch to listen to the rhythmic thump-thump of the bed upstairs. Let them have the night to themselves- she'd get her fun on the duo in the morning. It would be rude to interrupt young love, after all.