"Let's play the pirate game," Gail lazily suggested as the lay in bed, lounging away their day off. Holly was reading a Pathology journal and massaging Gail's head, while Gail had pushed up Holly's shirt and was using her fingers to trace soft patterns on her bare skin.
"Oooo. Fun. I like the way you think Officer Peck." Holly puts down the Journal and slides down so she is laying parallel with Gail.
"That's Captain Peck to you, wench." Gail smiles affectionately at her.
"My sincerest apologies Captain Peck."
"Well me beauty, if you keep it up, I'll make ye walk me plank." Gail winks.
"Well, I wouldn't want that now, would I?" Holly retaliates with a smirk.
"Proceed," Gail commanded with a sweeping hand gesture to dramatically usher in the start of the game.
"Okay then. Inguinal crease"
"The Holly enforced limit of public under-the-table teasing."
Holly arched an eyebrow and feigned mild disappointment. "I guess I will accept that considering that was the first question. It did however lack pirate panache."
"Wow, first question and your already thinking about my panache. Mind out of the gutter Stewart."
"Fine. Warm-up is over though. Sternal notch."
"Where the sweat pools when I make you earn your orgasm from the bottom?"
"True, but get your mind off of panache and onto pirate. I'll give you a hint. It is bordered by Gail-proclaimed pirate muscles."
"Oooo. Stern ho clyde and mast ahoy!" Gail closes her eyes and does the 'crushed it' gesture with her top arm, at which Holly laughs.
"Right. Sternocleidomastoids. You are a very smart and very sexy pirate." Holly gently brushes her lips against Gail's.
"Mmmm," Gail hums as she reaches over Holly and pulls her in closer.
"Distal tibiofibular bone bridge?"
"Easy. Attachment point of my peg leg."
"Ooo. Attachment point. Very nice. I think a storm must be brewing on the good ship Gail because I am pretty sure my deck just got a little wet." Holly teases her index finger over Gail's lips, over her chin, down her neck, stopping at her sternal notch.
"Where would your hook for a hand attach?"
"The one I would use to split you from your groin to your gullet?" Gail curls her fingers into a hook shape and takes the imaginary course of her pirate hand, starting at the apex of Holly' thighs and ending just under her chin before pulling her hand back.
"You know Gail, while I am slightly disturbed by my elevated arousal as the result of the statement, I think it is way more Candyman than Captain Hook. The answer is humeral epicondyles."
"Well, shit-barnacles. " Gail snaps her fingers in mock disappointment.
"Fine," says Holly. "Swapsies?"
"Aaar!"
Gail pauses to think. "Come up with a sexual innuendo using blowhole, porthole, booty or poop deck."
Holly loves seeing Gail so happy. She knows that she is lucky to get to see this Gail and the feeling warms her whole body. Holly, moves her lips so they are as close to Gail's as they can be without touching and breathes out, "Wouldn't you really rather just come about?" Holly's hand that had not previously moved from Gail's sternal notch resumes its southern course.
"Shiver me timbers," Gail whispers as she pulls there bodies together and forces Holly into a conquest of a kiss. Neither pull back until oxygen is critical.
Holly maintains contact while rolling Gail onto her back. A moment of intense eye contact is shared before Holly's lips start leaving open-mouthed kisses down Gail's neck.
"Commencing timber search," Holly says as she pulls back to push Gail's shirt up.
"Holly?"
"Mmmmm." Gail could feel just as much as she could hear Holly's response.
"That was deep space, not deep six."
"Well," Holly replies as she drags her fingernails down Gail's ribs, her own body descending down Gail's, "I think a hull breach is imminent, then."
