AVERT YER EYES

Her fingers wandered and it took a moment for him to process, so new was the sensation. But the moment she stroked over his hole, his hips gave a little involuntary jerk. Ohhh yeah. That's what they were doing. Here she was, reminding him again. She'd had so many opportunities to just let it go, move on to something else, but she'd reminded him every single time and brought them back. That she cared enough to do that was pretty amazing.

She whimpered into the kiss, stroking her fingertip over his asshole over and over. Eventually she'd have to focus to see what she was doing, but so long as he kept kissing her like this and making those noises, she could wait a little longer.

A whimper! She was pleasuring him, and she whimpered. That combined with the continued stimulation of her finger had him squirming a little beneath her, his body instinctively seeking more yet still unfamiliar with the sensations she was giving him.

His kiss took on an edge then, that old frustration creeping back. It wasn't fair that he'd been made to care for her so much only for this to be the outcome. It wasn't fair that he had to lose everyone he cared about, over and over, one way or another. This was exactly why he'd tried to keep her at arms' length! Because he was fucking cursed.

There was a desperation here that she could feel with her soul, and for a moment, she thought that he might feel the exact same way that she did. But, no. They were friends, he was fond, she knew that, but she also knew she was alone in this. He didn't want to know she'd miss him.

Her fingers wandered and it took a moment for him to process, so new was the sensation. But the moment she stroked over his hole, his hips gave a little involuntary jerk. Ohhh yeah. That's what they were doing. Here she was, reminding him again. She'd had so many opportunities to just let it go, move on to something else, but she'd reminded him every single time and brought them back. That she cared enough to do that was pretty amazing.

She so rarely held his face like this. He leaned into her touch, brow furrowing, kiss becoming even hungrier. His arms wound around her, wanting to pull her close but also not wanting her to stop touching him. His heart pounded harder and harder. She'd be doing this with other men for the rest of her life - not him. Why did that hurt?

That tone of voice made her heart ache. He'd never said her name like that before, and she wanted to hear it again and again, for the rest of her life. But she never would, after tonight.

His kiss took on an edge then, that old frustration creeping back. It wasn't fair that he'd been made to care for her so much only for this to be the outcome. It wasn't fair that he had to lose everyone he cared about, over and over, one way or another. This was exactly why he'd tried to keep her at arms' length! Because he was fucking cursed.

The way she looked at him then was intoxicating. Her lips were a siren's call that he wasn't interested in resisting.

This felt different. It felt more. And it was drawing her in. She dropped the dagger and held his face with both hands, kissing him deeply, feeling his jaw work, tasting his tongue, his breath.

She so rarely held his face like this. He leaned into her touch, brow furrowing, kiss becoming even hungrier. His arms wound around her, wanting to pull her close but also not wanting her to stop touching him. His heart pounded harder and harder. She'd be doing this with other men for the rest of her life - not him. Why did that hurt?

He hummed his approval very softly as she touched his ass and nipped his hand. She was really going to do this, wasn't she? She'd even been thoughtful enough to grab olive oil from the kitchen!

The 'wait' made her stop in her tracks, not a muscle moving. Had he changed his mind? Had she done something wrong? But, no, he just didn't want clothes on anymore. She watched with ravenous eyes as he undressed, suddenly hungrier for him than she'd been, if that was possible. He was so gorgeous. She felt like she could look at him forever, that she'd never tire of it.

The way she looked at him then was intoxicating. Her lips were a siren's call that he wasn't interested in resisting.

"Fucking' hell, sweetheart," he sighed out with the hint of a laugh, not of amusement but amazement. She'd asked him what he wanted, immediately been willing to act on it, and now she was remembering other things he liked, too. Amazing!

His comment made her smile. For the first time since he'd started using it -- and he hadn't in ages -- the word 'sweetheart' sounded like a term of endearment, instead of a barb. She hummed around his thumb and settled her legs between his.

He hummed his approval very softly as she touched his ass and nipped his hand. She was really going to do this, wasn't she? She'd even been thoughtful enough to grab olive oil from the kitchen!

Her breath against the bite made him twitch, the sensation of her warm breath against cool skin surprisingly nice. Man, everything she did was nice. Fuck it. He was supposed to be a hardened, callous pirate captain, but here he was after a few big mouthfuls of rum, practically turned to mush.

She could feel his legs twitch under her, wanting to shift, and smiled as she leaned into his touch. Remembering one of his turn-ons, she turned her head and kissed his thumb, then sucked it into her mouth as she shifted off his legs. It looked like they were really getting down to business now.

"Fucking' hell, sweetheart," he sighed out with the hint of a laugh, not of amusement but amazement. She'd asked him what he wanted, immediately been willing to act on it, and now she was remembering other things he liked, too. Amazing!

"You wish," he muttered back, smile clear in his voice. He had been when he was a kid, around the ribs, but... life. He'd had much harsher touches for far too long, and now the sensitivity was a lot lower.

She was definitely getting the feeling that, 'sim,' meant, 'yes,' and it was giving her a thrill to hear it. She hummed when he scratched her scalp, tilting her head briefly into the touch.

Her breath against the bite made him twitch, the sensation of her warm breath against cool skin surprisingly nice. Man, everything she did was nice. Fuck it. He was supposed to be a hardened, callous pirate captain, but here he was after a few big mouthfuls of rum, practically turned to mush.

Her grin made him grin wider in return. Her joy was contagious in a way no one else's had ever been. Maybe because he hadn't cared about anybody else outside of his family before, not like this. Not to the point where it ached to be away from them, when he was always wondering how she was.

She felt that shiver and guessed that he'd figured out that she was reminding him, through touch, where this was going. Not a bad reaction so far, but she hoped he knew he could always tell her to stop, and she would.

"You wish," he muttered back, smile clear in his voice. He had been when he was a kid, around the ribs, but... life. He'd had much harsher touches for far too long, and now the sensitivity was a lot lower.

The bite was sudden and hard and his breath caught in his throat at the surprise and the pleasure of it. How could something relatively aggressive feel good? Almost... loving? God, he had to stop thinking things like that.

That gasp had her pussy throbbing, and then that muffled murmur and the question. She released his skin and licked the spot to sooth it. "Lost count," she grinned against his skin, then kissed lower, dragging her body against his, feeling his cock against her abdomen. She couldn't wait to see how hard getting fingered made him.

Her grin made him grin wider in return. Her joy was contagious in a way no one else's had ever been. Maybe because he hadn't cared about anybody else outside of his family before, not like this. Not to the point where it ached to be away from them, when he was always wondering how she was.

He'd been gripping and touching her all over and she hadn't scolded him, so he supposed it must be allowed. Good, because he didn't wanna not be touching her. He'd spend the rest of his life not touching her. He had to get his fill. He gripped her ass, then wound his arms around her, holding her close.

Her ears burned at the sound of his voice speaking Portuguese. Did anyone else know he was Brazilian? There were so many little parts of him that were all hers, and she didn't want to share them. She wanted him to be happy, but she wanted him to be happy with her.

The bite was sudden and hard and his breath caught in his throat at the surprise and the pleasure of it. How could something relatively aggressive feel good? Almost... loving? God, he had to stop thinking things like that.

She seemed so hungry for him. It was miles away from that easy, chilled-out companionship they'd shared in the kitchen. The fact that they could have both of those things was pretty amazing. For about the millionth time, he considered what a waste it was. But they both wanted such different things. It wouldn't work, even if they wanted it to.

It was insane how little she wanted to let him go. Even though she'd provided his new life, a part of her didn't want him to take it, just wanted him to change his mind and join her crew so she wouldn't have to be without him.

He'd been gripping and touching her all over and she hadn't scolded him, so he supposed it must be allowed. Good, because he didn't wanna not be touching her. He'd spend the rest of his life not touching her. He had to get his fill. He gripped her ass, then wound his arms around her, holding her close.

His entire body tingled with pleasure at the kiss. He couldn't help it; he held her, drew her closer, an arm sliding around her waist while he curled the fingers of his other hand in her hair. Man, he could kiss her for the rest of his damn life.

God, that sound, small as it was was to die for. She couldn't wait to hear what kinds of sounds he made when her fingers were inside him. A secret pleasure that she'd be the only one to ever offer him? That was amazing. She was thrilled, and honored.

She seemed so hungry for him. It was miles away from that easy, chilled-out companionship they'd shared in the kitchen. The fact that they could have both of those things was pretty amazing. For about the millionth time, he considered what a waste it was. But they both wanted such different things. It wouldn't work, even if they wanted it to.

He fought back a grin as she snapped at him. There it was. It was like the old them, except now he'd outright asked for it, instead of just pissing her off until this sort of treatment came naturally. She was lying, of course. He'd wanted this and they both knew it, but she was doing a good job staying 'in character'. So he fell quiet like she'd asked, just gazing up at her, skin buzzing a little as the blade pressed closer. No matter how much he trusted her, his body was still registering a threat. He had no idea why that made this hotter, but it did.

She slightest smile quirked at the corner of her lips when he touched her. She adored how it felt, and adored that he couldn't help himself. He just wanted her that much, and that was damn validating.

His entire body tingled with pleasure at the kiss. He couldn't help it; he held her, drew her closer, an arm sliding around her waist while he curled the fingers of his other hand in her hair. Man, he could kiss her for the rest of his damn life.

Oh. Right. He’d told her he wanted her bossy. No, he couldn’t handle being restrained after what he’d been through, but somehow, with her, in this scenario, her dominance was maybe the sexiest thing in the world. The power, the confidence, the way she used it to bring him - and herself - amazing pleasure. The way he knew he only had to say the word and she’d back off immediately.

It was easier, back when they were first one Rogue's Landing. Yes, she already knew she couldn't let him die, but she didn't like him yet. She didn't care the way she did now. He got her so angry that threatening him with physical harm was as easy as breathing.

He fought back a grin as she snapped at him. There it was. It was like the old them, except now he'd outright asked for it, instead of just pissing her off until this sort of treatment came naturally. She was lying, of course. He'd wanted this and they both knew it, but she was doing a good job staying 'in character'. So he fell quiet like she'd asked, just gazing up at her, skin buzzing a little as the blade pressed closer. No matter how much he trusted her, his body was still registering a threat. He had no idea why that made this hotter, but it did.

She shed the blanket and was beautifully naked again in an instant. He stared unabashedly - why wouldn't he? She'd shown again and again that she enjoyed his attention, and she certainly wasn't being shy about it tonight.

There was a moment there where something strange passed over his face. Like he wasn't happy. And in that moment, she felt like she'd do anything at all to make him happy again.

Oh. Right. He’d told her he wanted her bossy. No, he couldn’t handle being restrained after what he’d been through, but somehow, with her, in this scenario, her dominance was maybe the sexiest thing in the world. The power, the confidence, the way she used it to bring him - and herself - amazing pleasure. The way he knew he only had to say the word and she’d back off immediately.

He finally noticed that she was carrying something. A green bottle. Some kind of alcohol...? No, it was too small. Maybe--

With a smile, she strode forward, untucking the blanket and letting it fall away from her as she did. She set the oil beside the dagger on the night stand with an audible tap and stretched out beside him, propped up on one elbow.

She shed the blanket and was beautifully naked again in an instant. He stared unabashedly - why wouldn't he? She'd shown again and again that she enjoyed his attention, and she certainly wasn't being shy about it tonight.