The moonlight cast a bluish shadow on his fair skin as he slept, I noticed as I studied the graceful planes of his face, faintly wondering what made me so desirable to him. But it doesn't matter; as long as he was here with me, it was fine.
He stirred slightly, a troubled expression crossing his face as he dreamt – I reached out and gently stroked his cheek, mumbling comforts into his ear. He relaxed and exhaled softly, and I drew back.
The blankets had slipped down to his waist by now, and my eyes greedily took in all they could before venturing back up to stop on one of the visible traces left of our lovemaking; the reddish mark I'd left upon the creamy skin of his neck still stood out, even in the near-darkness. I smiled. He had whispered, 'Make me yours, Jack. Forever,' into my ear, and I did so while he did the same to me elsewhere.
The cabin was a little cold, I realized, then remembered that I'd just come in from my second watch up on deck. I quietly slid out of my clothes and under the covers next to him, loving the warmth that seemed to radiate off his skin. I wound my arm around his waist and kissed his cheek before closing my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt him shift slightly. He called out my name, softly, and I opened my eyes again, turning fully towards him.
"I'm here," I said almost inaudibly, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his forehead. He sighed softly and rested his head high on my chest while winding his legs around mine.
Moments like that always made me fall more in love with him. Smiling blissfully, I wondered how I'd fallen in love with the blacksmith who had tried to murder me on our first meeting.
Love worked in strange ways, but I wasn't about to complain. I was content just lying in bed and holding my lover.
