Malc didn't really care for Koichi either, and frankly liked it here. He wanted a vacation, some time to set his feet down on a real bed and sleep longer than five hours. Drills, drills, drills, that's all there would be if he left, and half of his men were incompetent. He didn't want to sit on some blasted beach for days waiting for new orders, he didn't want to sit on a toilet in choppy waves. He wondered briefly if there was a bar, then he wondered what type of drinks it would serve. He couldn't leave a new place without seeing the sites. 'Join the Military, see the world!' was the advertisement, and damnit, he would. Another part of him wanted to see Koichi suffer while Kali romanced her, he knew Kali didn't know, but Malc was wise enough to know when another man was jealous. He chuckled, trying to think of a political way of telling the man 'up yours'.
"I'll... take it into consideration."
"Wait!"
Kali grabbed her hand without thinking, spinning the Empress around to face him and pulling her closer to him. He was taller than her, but still their lips were mere inches apart. He could feel her breathing faster, her kimono felt soft in his hands, and he just felt like he couldn't stop. His fingers caressed her cheek softly, looking at her closed eyes as she stood in his arms. His hands ran through her hair and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her hard.
They stood with their lips locked for what seemed like hours, and when Kali finally realized what he was doing was wrong he stopped himself quickly. He looked to the floor, stammering an apology. "I'm sorry, I ...I don't know. I'm sorry Empress."