[Summer Camp Fanfic] Why Pilots Shouldn't go to Parties
Title: Why Pilots Shouldn't go to Parties.
Genre: Romance/ Fluff
Word Count: 1,339
Rating/Warnings:T
Summary: Engineer/pilot lieutenant Jones never wanted to go to the ball in the first place.
A/N:Steam punk like A.U. I might add more to this later ... or change the ending, but for now I'm going to post it.
The party was the kind that he remembered hearing about when he was a boy. With richly dressed women in frilly ball-gowns, tiny food stuffs served on delicate silver trays by snobby overdressed Waiters, it seemed to rain champagne, and everyone there either had money or was related to it.
Not that all these things were necessarily bad of course, but he had never felt he belong at these kind of functions. Sure put him in a greasy room filled with engine parts and the hum of a well oiled machine, and he was in heaven. But drag, Lieutenant Alfred F Jones, out of his cozy engine bay, clean him up and force him into his official Air Defense Force dress uniform, and he was a bumbling ball of nerves.
Alfred sighed and pulled at the high collar of his navy blue jacket. Maybe it was because he never grew up with gilded ballrooms or a life of entitlement. Or maybe it was because he felt like a class traitor every time he had to go to one of these frivolous galas. Either way, he couldn’t decline, he was an officer after all. It was times like these, that he really missed being a sergeant.
When he was a sergeant, he could oil engine parts to his heart’s content and pilot his fighter plane without scrutiny. But he had been a hero one too many times, and the higher ups had thought it fitting. Thus, they pinned metals on his chest and a silver bar to his collar. Just like that, he had obligations to fulfill and people under his command. Which in all honesty, wasn’t so bad; it at least meant the engine bay was run how he wanted it to be run.
He looked into the bubbling depths of what had to be his third glass of overpriced champagne. Then out to the ballroom filled with fancy music and twirling couples, and tried to remember what this party was for.
Something about one of the captain’s old war buddies, a birthday perhaps or something along those lines. Alfred hadn’t had the time to find out before he had been ordered to attend. And whatever this party happened to be for, it certainly didn’t involve a whole lot of eating on anyone’s part. Sure the dainty finger foods that floated by looked interesting but they were by no means filling. He wanted real food, and thought vaguely of trying to find the kitchens in search of such food.
Surely he could slip away unnoticed, find something substantial to eat, and then be back on board his airship before his captain even knew he was gone. The more he thought about this plan, the more it appealed to him. He was just about to make a run for it, when a slender hand caught hold of his elbow in a iron grip.
“And where to do you think you’re going Lieutenant?” said a pretty young lady with brown hair.
Alfred tenst, “Just out for some air,” he managed.
The young lady laughed, “Why would you want to do that for, Lieutenant…”
“Jones ma’am, Lieutenant Jones. ” Alfred supplied.
The young lady brightened, a predatory gleam in her eyes that made Alfred cringe; for two reasons. One, being he wasn’t overly fond of the I-just-might-make-husband of-you, air about her, and secondly, he just wasn’t into girls that way. Besides he was already spoken for, they just weren’t here.
The lucky bastard…
“Oh, Lt. Jones, you must share a dance with me. For it would be such a pleasure to have such a distinguished pilot such as your self on my arm.” She giggled once more and leaned towards him in a manner that could only be called seduction- trying- to- hard.
Alfred firmly, yet politely pulled his elbow away and took a small step back.
“That’s very kind of you Misss...um…”
“Please call me Elizaveta, Lady Elizaveta.”
“Ah,” Alfred nodded, adjusting his glasses and trying to think of a, none-offensive way to extract himself from the current predicament.
“You see Milady−
“He’s simply an atrocious dancer, Lady Elizaveta.” Cut in a heavily accented voice, which made Alfred almost sag with relief. Oh, how sweet that voice sounded.
Alfred turned to his savior and smiled an overly grateful smile. The man was in the same uniform as Alfred. He had light blond hair which he had attended to slick back, and sharp emerald green eyes.
Lady Elizaveta shot the man a very unladylike glare and said her voice dripping with faned delight, “Why, Lord Kirkland, I was not aware that you were here. I was told by your captain that you were detained on the ship with some business that needed your attention.”
Lord Arthur Kirkland bowed politely, and Alfred felt that he was caught between two titans, fervently wishing he could have just stayed on the airship.
“It’s simply Lt. Kirkland, tonight lady Elizaveta, I am in uniform after all. Also you know as well as I, that the title Lord Kirkland belongs to my eldest brother.”
Lady Elizaveta smiled coyly “Ah yes, how could I have forgotten that! However, that still does not explain your sudden arrival?”
“Well you see Lady Elizaveta, the business I had to attend to was taken care of rather quickly. And since I had the rest of the evening off I figured I might as well keep my fellow Lieutenant company. For I can see he’s faring poorly enough without me.”
“Hey!” Alfred interjected indignantly.
“Oh, how kind if you, thinking of your fellow officer,” Lady Elizaveta began “ but Lt. Jones and I were about to share a dance.”
She glanced towards Alfred hoping he would confirm her statement. However, Alfred simply shook his head and bowed awkwardly. “I’m sorry milady, but I’m afraid Arth−I mean Lt. Kirkland is right, I’m not a very good dancer.”
Alfred glanced sidelong at Arthur, who moved closer and patted Alfred’s shoulder. Lady Elizaveta seemed to scents the silent conversation that passed between the two and heaved a resigned sigh.
“Alright, I can see when I am beaten.” she said moving past the two lieutenants, “He’s yours Lt. Kirkland.”
The pair watched her disappear into the crowd of partygoers. Only when they could no longer see her did Alfred let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He turned to Arthur and smiled, “You honestly don’t know how happy I am to see you right now.”
Arthur raised an impressive eyebrow, “I believe I can hazard a guess.”
Alfred gave a week chuckle and bumped his forehead against Arthur’s, who flushed a light pink. “Not here Alfred.”
He pulled back in nodded, glancing around for some place a little more secluded. Not that anyone in this day and age had a problem with homosexuality, or fraternizing amongst the ranks. No, the Air Defense Force didn’t really who their personal of slept with in their free time. However, they did have rules regarding public displays of affection, and Arthur tended to be a private person.
The entrance to a balcony caught Alfred’s attention, “ Right, follow me.”
Thankfully, the balcony was deserted and the night air not to cold. As soon as they were out of the sight of prying eyes, Alfred pulled Arthur into his arms and kissed him. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, kissing back, his fingers finding purchase Alfred’s hair. They kept their kiss chase for someone could still walk in on them. When they eventually pulled apart Arthur playfully tweaked Alfred’s cowlick.
“So are you doing here?” He asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you here.”
Arthur shrugged and brushed some imaginary dust Alfred’s shoulders, “The same reason I gave to lady Elizaveta, also…” He coughed awkwardly and looked away from bespectacled lieutenant, “I find you look rather dashing in your formal dress uniform.”
Alfred looked somewhat surprised, but recovered quickly an impish smile spreading across his face. Arthur shivered in a good way that the sight of that smile.
“You know what else this uniform looks good on?” he whispered into Arthur’s ear.
“No, what?” Arthur replied almost sarcastically.
“The floor of your quarters.”
Arthur smirked and Alfred glanced briefly over Arthur’s shoulder. In the distance he could just make out the shape and lights from there airship.
“I do believe you are correct Lt.Jones”
Genre: Romance/ Fluff
Word Count: 1,339
Rating/Warnings:T
Summary: Engineer/pilot lieutenant Jones never wanted to go to the ball in the first place.
A/N:Steam punk like A.U. I might add more to this later ... or change the ending, but for now I'm going to post it.
The party was the kind that he remembered hearing about when he was a boy. With richly dressed women in frilly ball-gowns, tiny food stuffs served on delicate silver trays by snobby overdressed Waiters, it seemed to rain champagne, and everyone there either had money or was related to it.
Not that all these things were necessarily bad of course, but he had never felt he belong at these kind of functions. Sure put him in a greasy room filled with engine parts and the hum of a well oiled machine, and he was in heaven. But drag, Lieutenant Alfred F Jones, out of his cozy engine bay, clean him up and force him into his official Air Defense Force dress uniform, and he was a bumbling ball of nerves.
Alfred sighed and pulled at the high collar of his navy blue jacket. Maybe it was because he never grew up with gilded ballrooms or a life of entitlement. Or maybe it was because he felt like a class traitor every time he had to go to one of these frivolous galas. Either way, he couldn’t decline, he was an officer after all. It was times like these, that he really missed being a sergeant.
When he was a sergeant, he could oil engine parts to his heart’s content and pilot his fighter plane without scrutiny. But he had been a hero one too many times, and the higher ups had thought it fitting. Thus, they pinned metals on his chest and a silver bar to his collar. Just like that, he had obligations to fulfill and people under his command. Which in all honesty, wasn’t so bad; it at least meant the engine bay was run how he wanted it to be run.
He looked into the bubbling depths of what had to be his third glass of overpriced champagne. Then out to the ballroom filled with fancy music and twirling couples, and tried to remember what this party was for.
Something about one of the captain’s old war buddies, a birthday perhaps or something along those lines. Alfred hadn’t had the time to find out before he had been ordered to attend. And whatever this party happened to be for, it certainly didn’t involve a whole lot of eating on anyone’s part. Sure the dainty finger foods that floated by looked interesting but they were by no means filling. He wanted real food, and thought vaguely of trying to find the kitchens in search of such food.
Surely he could slip away unnoticed, find something substantial to eat, and then be back on board his airship before his captain even knew he was gone. The more he thought about this plan, the more it appealed to him. He was just about to make a run for it, when a slender hand caught hold of his elbow in a iron grip.
“And where to do you think you’re going Lieutenant?” said a pretty young lady with brown hair.
Alfred tenst, “Just out for some air,” he managed.
The young lady laughed, “Why would you want to do that for, Lieutenant…”
“Jones ma’am, Lieutenant Jones. ” Alfred supplied.
The young lady brightened, a predatory gleam in her eyes that made Alfred cringe; for two reasons. One, being he wasn’t overly fond of the I-just-might-make-husband of-you, air about her, and secondly, he just wasn’t into girls that way. Besides he was already spoken for, they just weren’t here.
The lucky bastard…
“Oh, Lt. Jones, you must share a dance with me. For it would be such a pleasure to have such a distinguished pilot such as your self on my arm.” She giggled once more and leaned towards him in a manner that could only be called seduction- trying- to- hard.
Alfred firmly, yet politely pulled his elbow away and took a small step back.
“That’s very kind of you Misss...um…”
“Please call me Elizaveta, Lady Elizaveta.”
“Ah,” Alfred nodded, adjusting his glasses and trying to think of a, none-offensive way to extract himself from the current predicament.
“You see Milady−
“He’s simply an atrocious dancer, Lady Elizaveta.” Cut in a heavily accented voice, which made Alfred almost sag with relief. Oh, how sweet that voice sounded.
Alfred turned to his savior and smiled an overly grateful smile. The man was in the same uniform as Alfred. He had light blond hair which he had attended to slick back, and sharp emerald green eyes.
Lady Elizaveta shot the man a very unladylike glare and said her voice dripping with faned delight, “Why, Lord Kirkland, I was not aware that you were here. I was told by your captain that you were detained on the ship with some business that needed your attention.”
Lord Arthur Kirkland bowed politely, and Alfred felt that he was caught between two titans, fervently wishing he could have just stayed on the airship.
“It’s simply Lt. Kirkland, tonight lady Elizaveta, I am in uniform after all. Also you know as well as I, that the title Lord Kirkland belongs to my eldest brother.”
Lady Elizaveta smiled coyly “Ah yes, how could I have forgotten that! However, that still does not explain your sudden arrival?”
“Well you see Lady Elizaveta, the business I had to attend to was taken care of rather quickly. And since I had the rest of the evening off I figured I might as well keep my fellow Lieutenant company. For I can see he’s faring poorly enough without me.”
“Hey!” Alfred interjected indignantly.
“Oh, how kind if you, thinking of your fellow officer,” Lady Elizaveta began “ but Lt. Jones and I were about to share a dance.”
She glanced towards Alfred hoping he would confirm her statement. However, Alfred simply shook his head and bowed awkwardly. “I’m sorry milady, but I’m afraid Arth−I mean Lt. Kirkland is right, I’m not a very good dancer.”
Alfred glanced sidelong at Arthur, who moved closer and patted Alfred’s shoulder. Lady Elizaveta seemed to scents the silent conversation that passed between the two and heaved a resigned sigh.
“Alright, I can see when I am beaten.” she said moving past the two lieutenants, “He’s yours Lt. Kirkland.”
The pair watched her disappear into the crowd of partygoers. Only when they could no longer see her did Alfred let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He turned to Arthur and smiled, “You honestly don’t know how happy I am to see you right now.”
Arthur raised an impressive eyebrow, “I believe I can hazard a guess.”
Alfred gave a week chuckle and bumped his forehead against Arthur’s, who flushed a light pink. “Not here Alfred.”
He pulled back in nodded, glancing around for some place a little more secluded. Not that anyone in this day and age had a problem with homosexuality, or fraternizing amongst the ranks. No, the Air Defense Force didn’t really who their personal of slept with in their free time. However, they did have rules regarding public displays of affection, and Arthur tended to be a private person.
The entrance to a balcony caught Alfred’s attention, “ Right, follow me.”
Thankfully, the balcony was deserted and the night air not to cold. As soon as they were out of the sight of prying eyes, Alfred pulled Arthur into his arms and kissed him. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred’s neck, kissing back, his fingers finding purchase Alfred’s hair. They kept their kiss chase for someone could still walk in on them. When they eventually pulled apart Arthur playfully tweaked Alfred’s cowlick.
“So are you doing here?” He asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you here.”
Arthur shrugged and brushed some imaginary dust Alfred’s shoulders, “The same reason I gave to lady Elizaveta, also…” He coughed awkwardly and looked away from bespectacled lieutenant, “I find you look rather dashing in your formal dress uniform.”
Alfred looked somewhat surprised, but recovered quickly an impish smile spreading across his face. Arthur shivered in a good way that the sight of that smile.
“You know what else this uniform looks good on?” he whispered into Arthur’s ear.
“No, what?” Arthur replied almost sarcastically.
“The floor of your quarters.”
Arthur smirked and Alfred glanced briefly over Arthur’s shoulder. In the distance he could just make out the shape and lights from there airship.
“I do believe you are correct Lt.Jones”