*SMUT WARNING* Smut ahead, folks. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The monorail pulled into the harbor at Selatapura after almost half an hour. Briggs and Avril disembarked, and Briggs looked back at the train, saying, "Give me a jet anytime."

"For sure," Avril agreed. "So what exactly do you have up your sleeve for us?"

"Well, I'm making it up as I go right now. At least until tonight."

"What's going on tonight?"

"The Princess is hosting some event tonight, and I think I'm allowed to bring a plus one."

"So are you taking Count?"

Briggs' reply was lost and he dissolved into laughter. After regaining his composure, he said, "I don't ever want to picture Count in a dress again, thanks. I was thinking about you, actually."

Avril studied Briggs' face, hoping he was joking. "Really? Formal events aren't exactly my thing."

"They're not mine either," Briggs confided. "I'm only going because I'm still on Active Duty and High Command needs representation from the OADF."

"Well, that blows." The proverbial light went off over Avril's head. "I have an idea."

Briggs stopped and turned in front of her. "I'm all ears."

"What if we don't stay for the whole thing? Maybe we just stay for thirty minutes, and then we can go do whatever."

Briggs grinned. "I love it. Avril, have I ever told you what a great influence you are?"

"I hope that's sarcasm."

"Maybe. You know, there's actually a bright side to this whatever that's going on tonight."

"And that is?"

"It's in the same hotel I've got a room in. A room that, incidentally, we're only a block away from."

"Strictly coincidence?"

"No such thing. I didn't know until I got to the hotel early this morning."

"So have you slept at all?"

Briggs thought for a second. "I got a little sleep leaving Bana. But then some crotch-goblin started kicking the back of my seat."

"Crotch-goblin?"

"It's a noun. Means an evil, undisciplined child." Briggs took Avril's hand and they walked the last couple of minutes to the hotel. They were almost to the elevator when...

"Major Briggs!"

"Son of a bitch!" Briggs took a key from his pocket and handed it to Avril. "Room 1204. Go get comfortable. I'I'll follow in a moment."

Avril took the key, kissed Briggs on the cheek, and boarded the elevator. Briggs turned toward the voice, wearing a pained expression.

"Colonel Grimm. What can I do for you, sir?"

"Well, for starters," Grimm replied, "You can tell me why you look like I'm about to tell you that your dog died."

"Because, sir, seeing you gives me that warm, fuzzy, dread feeling. Now, what do you want? I have a very beautiful woman waiting for me upstairs and I would like to see her before I fall asleep."

"Then I'll be frank. The event that Princess Rosa is hosting tonight is very important. I expect you to be on your best behavior. No arguments and no measuring contests with the Erusean Pilots in attendance."

"Jawhol, Herr Oberst," Briggs replied, taking a clear dig at Grimm's Belkan ancestry. "I would never dream of it. Now if you will excuse me."

...

Briggs stepped off the elevator and made a beeline for his room. He reached into his pocket for the key before remembering that he gave it to Avril. So, he knocked on the door and said, in his best (and absolutely worst) Erusean Accent, "Housekeeping."

There was a slight shuffling behind the door, followed by the distinct click of the lock. The door swung open, and there stood Avril, surveying Briggs through squinted eyes.

"I was beginning to think you got lost."

"Never." Briggs rushed through the door and kicked it closed behind him.

Picking Avril up with ease, he kissed her in the same manner he had earlier that morning. Like his life depended on it. She returned his enthusiasm and they soon collapsed onto the bed in a heap. They broke apart only when oxygen became more than necessary, and they stared into each other's eyes momentarily before going back to their make-out session. Briggs slipped a hand up Avril's shirt and cupped one of her breasts. The moan that followed told him that he was in the right spot. Avril broke the kiss and offered Briggs her neck, which he gladly obliged her, and she breathed out, "Your hand... Lower."

Never one to disappoint, Briggs slipped his other hand into Avril's pants, flipping them over in the process. Her moans filled the room, and she soon reached a climax, screaming Briggs' name at the top of her lungs. They began to help each other out of their clothes, throwing various articles across the room.

They kissed again, and Avril whispered in Briggs' ear, "Fuck me."

Briggs slowly slid his member into Avril's wet entrance, whispering, "Fuck. You feel so good."

"Better than your hand?" Avril smirked as Briggs began thrusting. She bit her lip to try and prevent a moan, but failed miserably, especially when Briggs' mouth found her nipple and he began sucking on it. She felt another climax building, and came moments later, herwalls clenching around Briggs' member. He reached his own climax just after her, collapsing next to her.

"Definitely better than my hand," he muttered before passing out.

...

Briggs woke after what seemed like forever, feeling a warm body in bed with him. Smiling to himself, he pulled Avril closer to him, kissing her on the forehead.

"Go back to sleep," she muttered.

"Yeah, that's probably not happening," he replied, glancing at the clock on the wall. "This little power nap recharged my batteries just enough for tonight."

"Yeah, about that." Avril looked at Briggs. "I know you said it's being hosted by Cossette, so I'm guessing the dress code is rather formal."

"I think so. It's a black tie event, so all military in attendance have to be in dress uniform, which for me means Gold Wings and Dress Blues."

"Civilian?"

Briggs shrugged. "Suit and tie, or dress. Whichever floats your boat. Or whichever is easier to get you out of at the end of the night," he added with a wink and a smirk.

"I don't own any sort of, for lack of a better word, 'girly' clothes, Trigger."

"Don't worry. I took care of it."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by an all-too familiar voice.

"Hey, Trigger! Put your pants on and open the door!"

Alright, so I cut this short to get it up. *Giggity* Anyway, sorry for the delay in updating. Pro Wrestling in my area is starting to pick up, and with my job, I kinda have to follow it closely. So go ahead and hit those "like" and "follow" buttons if you haven't already.

In the meantime, I bid you adieu. Goodbye... And good night. *BANG*