Commander's Rounds Volume 1

Entry 15: Belfast of the Ball

The commander slowly opened his eyes to the morning light and realized that he had been a dope.

He had been here for a little more than one week so far, and Z23 was very good at keeping him on task on learning everything he could, and so he decided to try and be the cool guy and pull the all-nighters her did back at the academy to try to cram all this stuff into his head. He decided to lie down on the couch to take a breather.

And boom, before he knew it, there was morning.

He also didn't remember propping his head up on anything warm and covered with fabric.

Or an apron.

It took him a moment to realize his head was resting in someone's lap, but he was soon made to acknowledge this.

"Good morning, master."

He was resting his head in the lap of a busty, white-haired maid with a kind voice. Words were not helping him. "Uh?"

She smiled at him. "Ah, we have not met. I am Belfast, of the Royal Maids. Though we serve the queen, you are in command, and so, you too are our master. We will see to whatever needs you may direct us to meet."

He was still stunned. "No, I mean... Why... Like this?"

She giggled. "Ah... I had arrived to clean the office and formally introduce myself, but found master tired after what appeared to be a long night's work- so I decided to make master comfortable until he awakened."

He didn't know what to make of this. Or Belfast in general. He thought about getting up, but while the mind was willing, the body was not. "Erf..."

She took a deep breath. "Master, you worked until very late in the evening. If you require more rest, I will remain as long as needed."

He definitely wasn't ready to get up, so he decided to rest his head in her warm lap- besides, it gave him a feeling he hadn't had in a long time.

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Back in the present, he was in a similar situation, only the bare thighs that were dealing with him belonged to King George V, who Crescent once called "Her Royal Thighness". They were just hanging out while the commander read through some reports, and the presence of King George wasn't a distraction- it was much more of a motivation than anything else, as finishing up meant he could devote his full attention to the woman sharing the couch with him.

"Commander, you seemed to stare off into space for a moment."

He nodded. "I was just thinking back to the first got this treatment from one of you- I had tried to pull an all-nighter to study up on my duties here, and lay down on the couch to rest. When I woke up, my head was in Belfast's lap, and she told me to rest as long as I needed. And that's how I met Belfast."

She smiled. "Mmm... Belfast has a talent for seeing what people need and then providing it- it's probably why she's the head maid."

He looked up from the reports briefly, and then realized from his position he could only see the underside of her rather large bust. "Yeah..." He looked back to the papers.

King George V leaned back as she let the commander lay there. "So, I know you have received the Queen's invitation. Will you be attending?"

"Of course I will." He finished reading over the papers, and set the binder aside. "And I've already decided I'd like you to be my partner for the evening."

She took his cap off, and began to stroke his hair. "So, how did you come to that so quickly?"

He nodded. "You were my first choice." He could now devote himself completely to King George V, so he did, rolling on his side and stroking over one of her thighs. "And even besides that, Atago doesn't like really formal occasions, Taihou is really at her best in private, Friedrich just plain has her own ways about things, and Illustrious is off on some other business."