Well-suited

Date/Timing & Setting: 25 November 2015; the opening gala for the Hong Kong Shatterdome, same time and place as "Dress Blues"
Inspired by a Suddenly; Prompts!
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He cuts quite a figure crossing the ballroom, with his head high and looking oh-so-handsome in crisp dress blues. Natural commander, charisma to spare, and under that uniform—
Nate shivers with anticipation.
"I hear I have you to thank for my new job," he drawls, folding himself into the chair beside hers.
Nate inclines her head, lowers her eyes. "My family's business may have provided a sizable portion of the funding for /Lucky Seven's construction—" Looks up, smiling. "—but you earned your place as her pilot, Ranger Hansen."
"'Scott', please," he says. "Now, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage, since I don't know your name."
Nate obscures a smile behind her champagne. "Yet you seem to know perfectly well who I am."
"I wouldn't go /that far." Scott leans back, stretches his legs. "My Handler pointed you out, said 'she's the one who built your Jaeger; go say 'thanks' to her'."
"A gross overstatement of my importance." She lets her smile show. "Officially, I'm Natalie Barclay-Harvey."
"'Officially'?" Scott grins. "Who are you unofficially?"
"Unofficially, I much prefer 'Nate'—" She recrosses her legs, foot coming to rest against Scott's calf. "—although I limit the name's use to certain people."
"And how would I earn the privilege, Ms Barclay-Harvey?"
Nate sips her drink. "I believe a lingering view of what's underneath your splendidly decorated ensemble would do nicely."
He appraises her, clearly likes what he sees. "You don't mess about."
"It's hard to reach the top if one does."
Scott snorts, his eyes crinkle with a smile. "Have a place in mind?"
"I'm sure there's a suitably secluded corner /somewhere inside this magnificent base."
"I think I know the perfect spot." Scott offers his hand.
Nate accepts, flows to her feet. "Do lead the way, then, Ranger."
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The unoccupied room to which he guides her is properly away from distractions and, delightfully, has a door with a functional lock.
He kisses her against the wall, while she deftly undoes his belt and fly. 
"I got the impression you wanted to see what was under /all my clothes, not just my shorts," he huffs against her neck.
Nate chuckles low in her throat, purrs against his ear, "You should know, Hansen, that /everything is better when you're in uniform."
"Even this?"
Nips at his earlobe. "Even this."
"Is that in general—" Slides his hands up her thighs, pushing up the hem of her dress. "—or just for me?"
"We're both wearing uniforms, honey."
"Yours just has stiletto heels, ay?"
"Mmhm."
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