Chkalov

The evening is crisp as Chkalov makes her way along the quay beside the shore, heading in the direction of the Northern Parliament district. She pauses humming a tune once she spies you, waving you over. "Fancy seeing you out and about at this time, Commander," she calls over with a smile.

Chkalov has always found you curious, so her interest in whether you are free or not is definitely peaked. "Since I spend most nights in the lab, it always helps to stock up on some takeaway," she remarks, patting the brown paper bag she is carrying with an affection that can only come from food. "You should come and hang out sometime, Commander." She shoots you a smile, pausing for a moment to let you mull over the idea before continuing. "So, what're you up to this evening?"

Leaning against the pagoda railing, Chkalov looks out over the sea, watching as the sun sets. Despite wearing nothing but her favourite bikini and a thin silk shirt, she is far from cold; the evening is warm and the heat from the day still lingers. "You coming to watch the sunset, Commander?" she calls out, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes reflect the orange hues of the setting sun, almost beckoning you closer.

Once you join her, she can't help but let out a chuckle and nudge your arm with her elbow. "Summer has it's perks, huh? I bet watching the Northern Parliament girls take off their winter coats and put on skimpy swimwear must be a real treat. For you, that is~" She can't help but poke fun at you a little, enjoying the way your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink at the remark.

Since you finally agreed to spend some time in her lab with her, Chkalov has been making the most of it and has gotten several jobs done that require at least two people. "Hold it steady for me..." she murmurs as she manoeuvres the latest cog through a tight gap and fixes it in place. "Bingo!"

Her celebrations are cut short by a sudden power cut, every light in the lab shutting off at once and plunging the room into complete darkness. Chkalov lets out a sigh, the clank of her tools against the desk echoing though the space. "Another blackout... Yeah, it's a problem with my lab, not the port itself," she remarks, the tone of her voice making it clear that this is somewhat of a regular occurance. "All my tinkering has made the power really unstable. It shouldn't take long for the lights to come back."

The early morning light causes Chkalov to stir slightly, although all the alcohol from last night has made her mind fuzzy with a hangover. Lying shirtless in bed, she rolls over a little and stretches, her eyes opening sleepily. "Mmmm... Commander..." She blinks a few times, looking up at you with a fond smile.

"How long have you been up?" She lets out a yawn and pulls the covers up around her more snugly. "Sorry... I really went wild last night... I think." Closing her eyes again, she rolls onto her back and pulls the covers even higher, right up around her neck. "Heehee... your combat gear... it's really nice..." she murmur before falling asleep again, clearly very hungover.

It's late into the night and Chkalov is still hard at work in her lab, tinkering around with various gadgets and tools. She promised you that she'd call it a night before it got too late, but as usual she ended up being too absorbed in her work to stop. When the lab door clicks open again, she knows it's you again before she even turns around. "You don't give up easily, do you?" she asks with a small sigh, setting her tools down on the bench.

Turning around, she leans back against the desk, feeling almost guilty at working so late. "I know, I know, I should take a break… but just a little longer? I was in the middle of something fascinating." She waves you over with a mischievous smile. "Tell you what—I'll call it a night if you stay and keep me company for a little while. Fair trade, da?"

Some of the Northern Parliament girls have been enjoying a party together throughout the evening, sharing around their collection of different drinks. The longer the night has gone on, the more drunk some of them have become. Chkalov is no exception, having had quite a good amount throughout the night.

For the last half hour or so, she has been rather clingy, latching herself onto your arm and taking advantage of the quiet kitchen with just the two of you there. "Mmm~ You’re so warm, Commander… maybe I should just stay here like this… forever~" she coos over the music coming from the other room, leaning her head on your shoulder. "Mmm… this feels nice. You should let me do this more often. I demand it—for scientific purposes, of course~"

By the end of the work day, Chkalov has cooked up a deliciously bold plan in her head. Thoughts have been swimming through her head all day, and when she gets an idea in her mind, she simply has to test it out. When the last of the paperwork is finished, she makes her move.

Sneaking up behind your chair, she slowly slides both hands onto your shoulders and leans into your back, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Mmm, Commander… tell me, have you ever wondered what it would be like… if we were alone together for an entire night~?" she purrs, her voice low and inviting. Her grip on your shoulders tightens slightly as she continues. "No work, no interruptions… just the two of us." Her lips draw closer and closer to your ear, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "I could run a few tests, you know? See how much you can handle…"

Having worked so closely with you all week - much more so than usual - Chkalov's inner desires have begun to bubble up to the surface. She finds herself hooked on your presence, unable to go without. In her mind, there is only one logical conclusion - she must stake her claim.

Various shipgirls come and go in the office throughout the day, but Chkalov waits until the time is right, until you are both alone. When it is finally just the two of you, she places her hand on the knot of your tie and pushes you back against the wall, pinning you against it. Her eyes meet yours as she examines you from up close, gauging your reaction. Liking what she sees, she smirks. "Look at you, Commander… so obedient, so still~" Her hand loosens from the knot of your tie and migrates to your chest instead as Chkalov leans even closer, her voice dropping to hushed and dangerous whisper. "Heehee~ I could make you mine, right here and now… all you have to do is say the word~"