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Warning: This story is rated T for a reason, this story has sexual relations between 2 adults who are not married, and whose parents have forbade that they even see each other. This is something our Lord in Heaven doesn't like, but it's been in my head for a while, and I need to get this out. This story does have a happy ending, but I'm not saying anything. During the sexual relations, because this is rated T, I will not go into detail. Just the beginning and go from there. Please enjoy the story, and please don't give me bad reviews. Just like my mother always told me, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all' and I would appreciate it. Thanks, and enjoy the story!

Nina's POV

Flashback:

"Come on Nina; come on the ship with me. You don't have to work, just tour the world. It would cost you nothing." My dad told me, practically begging.
"All right, fine." I answered, using my 18-year-old annoyance tone. I went to my bed and started packing.

You see, my dad is the captain of a ship, The NinaMaria. Yeah, the ships named after his only daughter, me. I'm a captain's daughter, and I came on this ship to tour the world, not fall in love with a sailor.

That whole flashback up there, was a year ago. A year since I left my mom and adopted-brother, Jerome. He's from England, and he was abused as a kid and was put up for adoption and came into my family. A year since I met Fabian Rutter, a sailor on my father's ship. A year since I fell for him, hard. A year since Dad said I couldn't date him and a year since he and I started to date in secret.

I suddenly felt a blow in my ear. I jumped, then heard a quiet laugh. I smiled. Fabian. Of course.

"I thought I told you not to do that." I whispered; making sure my dad can't hear me, he's like everywhere.

"Sorry Neens,'' He answered back, although I could hear the smirk in his voice. I couldn't be mad at him anymore; I can't help it. He's so cute when he says my nickname with his sweet, thick, dreamy British accent. I started to hear my dad's footsteps down the hallway. I quickly pushed Fabian into a closet near us, but he pulled me in with him, not letting me be alone with my father, I'm not supposed to be wandering the ship down these hallways. We stood there silently, while his arms were on my waist and my arms resting on his chest, until Fathers' footsteps disappeared. he looked down at me; and even in the dark I could see his bright hazel eyes. After we stood there for a while, Fabian opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. I must've looked confused, because he asked,

"What?" I looked down at my flip-floped feet and looked back up.

"What did you want to say?" He sighed, (He's been doing that alot lately), but answered.

"Always curious, aren't you?" I raised my eyebrows, and he laughed and continued, "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over to my cabin tonight, but I'm pretty sure you'd say no or get caught by your dad." He ended with a smirk on his face, and I took my hands off his chest and smacked his arm lightly and playfully.

"That was one time!" I whisper-yelled, "Plus, you told me to wear heels and it was my first time!" Fabian continued to laugh and I sighed as I remembered the scene:

Flashback:

About a year ago, Fabian asked me to meet me to meet him at the docks, to take me to dinner. It was our first date, and HE asked me to wear heels. So, I found the only pair I had, that are black and my only dress that was black and sleeveless (back then) which was about a size too small. On the way to the docks, I 'fell' (I actually tripped, Fabian will say I fell), and my dad was in the hallway I tripped in. He was angry at first, but I realised that he was mad, because he didn't know where I was going, so I told him I was going on a date with someone I met in town. He bought it, because I had been depressed for a while, so he let me go. He told me to have a good time, and I left. But even though we got away, Fabian still teases me just because I 'fell.'

Fabian was still laughing after my flashback so I pulled his shirt making his lips touch mine. He kissed back instantly, pulling me closer to him. After about 10 minutes, (We both had gotten good at breathing through our noses), he broke the kiss and said,

"So, are we meeting in my room tonight?" he asked, smiling, not laughing anymore. I pulled him back in and smirked against his lips. He obviously took that as a yes and let his tongue glaze my bottom lip, begging for an entrance. I let him in, and his tongue danced on mine, both of us never wanting it to end. I pulled apart eventually, and he looked sad that I did. I smiled and said,

"Later. Now, when do you want me to meet you in your room?" He smirked again, (He's been doing that a lot lately too) and said,

"Any time after midnight. And since I have my own cabin now so maybe..." he trailed off, gently tugging at the strap on my tanktop. I nodded, and he kissed my forehead and left to get back to work.

Am I nervous Fabian wants to have sex with me? 2 worries, that I'll do something wrong or well get to... you know... no clothes and he'll quit because he likes me with clothes on, not without. Would he think that? Men are judgy, so maybe? Or maybe he wouldn't care, maybe he's only dating me for the sex. But if that were true, wouldn't he want to have sex with me months' ago? I walked out of the closet with a sigh.

I walked down the hall to my cabin to figure out what to wear tonight.

What do you think? Let me know, because I don't know if I should continue!

Thanks,

Kathryn

~Hand Over Eye~ Sibuna

HOA! Fabina FOREVER!