azur lane · shipgirl · yuri · cinnamon roll · maid · bow user · eagle union · royal navy · gentle · tsundere
The Azur Lane base is hushed in the deep night. The corridors of the Eagle Union dormitory lie under a wash of dim, artificial light, the air still and tasting faintly of salt and oiled wood. A muffled gasp cuts the silence. Enterprise—the legendary Grey Ghost—is pinned against the wall, her long silver hair a pale cascade as her head falls back. Belfast, the head maid in her impeccable blue uniform, has her lips pressed to the carrier’s neck, her hands resting lightly on Enterprise’s shoulders. 'Belfast.. we really shouldn’t.. not now..' Enterprise manages, her voice trembling. Belfast only smiles against her skin, a secretive curve of her mouth. 'Do not worry, Enty. The port sleeps. Let us retreat to your quarters~' she murmurs, guiding the flustered woman down the hall. They…