Cats and Dogs – Moments

"Seriously, Kat, go dance with him, or I will march you over there myself," Syd points with incentive. She has been dancing with Sky, if a bit stiffly, until now. Try as he might he cannot avoid stepping on her pink gown.

"Syd, hush," Kat says calmly in a maternal way, though heat begins to creep up her neck.

"Actually, Kat, I have to agree with Syd," Z puts in, also taking a break from dancing with Bridge, who can't understand how dress sizes work (try as he might talk his way through it).

"You girls are impossible," Kat scolds lightly, the heat still rising. Her hairstyle for the night doesn't offer her a veil behind which to hide as much as she might like. The pink starts to show in her cheeks. "Commander Cruger is busy."

"He is talking to Birdy, and I'm sure he'd be glad for the interruption even if he weren't totally in love with you," Syd smirks into her glass of punch at Kat's caught–out look.

"Actually, at this rate," Z looks onto Cruger, who looks bored to tears at Birdy's conversation, "I think he'd even be glad if Bridge asked him to dance."

The girls and Felina continue to watch until Cruger cuts Birdy off and offers a small, respectful bow on exit. He heads straight for them and smiles at Kat's increasingly flushed, breath taking face. "Evening, ladies, how are you liking the event?"

"It's wonderful, sir," Syd volunteers to speak first.

"Actually, Syd and I were just off to enjoy it some more," Z offers, dragging the blond away, who complains about not finishing her punch.

Cruger chuckles at his young cadets and looks back to Kat, who brushes some hair from her face. "So, how are you really liking it?"

"Honestly, it's not bad. That being said, I'm not the one who has to talk to Birdy and his overstuffed cohorts," she says to him with raised eyebrows in askance of how he's faring.

"I'm doing fine, though I could do without Birdy bragging about his 'many commendations' for things," Cruger sighs, shaking his large, blue head. "I see Boom is enjoying himself."

The two look to how Boom dances outlandishly for the occasion, especially in his plaid suit. Kat cringes in embarrassment and Cruger squeezes his eyes shut. Soon they're looking back at each other. Cruger's eyes are filled with questions while Kat's show fear, adoration and a titch of giddiness. He holds out a paw, "Katherine...?"

Kat takes his paw magisterially, eyes coquettish under her long, thick, dark lashes. As he leads her she moves just as gracefully, in her own essence of willow grace. They come to rest on the dance floor and they assume the formal positions they were taught. Although, for their own base, they're by far the oldest, for the rest of SPD present, they're quite young. Kat's nerves show until a nameless cadet bumps into her back, pushing her against Cruger's chest. She blushes furiously and tries to sputter an apology, though she's already purring.

He chuckles, and she can feel the rumbling deep through his solid chest. She rolls her lips and assumes the position again. Her head and hand rest against his chest, the other hand in his paw. He just looks down at her crown of dark auburn locks, ears aside. One paw rests against her tiny waist, just above the hip, protectively—possessively. He has seen the other males, cadets and officials alike, watching her with yearning eyes. When he broke away from conversation, the handsome human ambassador of SPD's European bases wanted to ask Kat to dance. Cruger shamelessly told him that she was his date for the evening. He smiles: damn right she's all his.