Welcome to anyone reading this. I just felt like there wasn't enough James Kidd fanfictions here and decided to remedy that. Also this is my first attempt at a second person point of view so please bear with me. I am open to constructive criticism so if you feel there's something off or there's a mistake or you just don't understand feel free to let me know. Without further ado here's Sexy Pirate.

I do not own Assassins Creed.

"(y/n), th' cap'n wants ye." Shouted a voice outside of your cabin. Your mother died when you were approaching adolescence so your father, the captain, had the ship designed with an extra room just for you to live in separate quarters from the rest of the crew. After your mother died he took you on the ship and personally taught you about how to be a privateer. Usually this would never happen but you were all your father had left so he didn't trust anyone else to watch over you. You quickly took to sea life and eventually gained the respect of the crew after proving yourself time and time again.

"Tell 'im I'm coming." You called back and hurried to finish making yourself presentable. You ran from your cabin to the quarterdeck and approached your father at the wheel.

"There ye are, (y/n)." He said as you walked up to him.

"Did ye need somethin' cap'n?" You asked as you looked out over the crew.

"Aye. Soon we'll be approachin' Nassau. I need ye t' stay on th' ship as much as possible while we be docked."

"May I ask why?" You inquired.

"Nassau is pirate country, lass. The scalawags 'ere are savages and 'ave no consideration fer anyone but themselves. If they see a young poppet like yerself in the streets, they won't be afeared t' snatch ye especially aft' a few drinks. I also needs someone aboard t' watch th' ship while we be docked. I don't trust th' other pirates. I don't expect ye t' stay on th' ship th' entire stay but I need ye on it fer a majority." He explained.

"Cap'n, ye know I'm very capable of protectin' meself." You argued.

"I know that but ye're still a lass. Ye won't be able t' hold yer owns against five full grown scalawags. Besides there aren't many or rather any other female quartermasters 'n pirates aren't likely t' show ye any respect."

"I understand."

*The next day*

Your ship just docked in Nassau and you're watching the crew and your father clear out and head towards the nearest tavern. You climb the mast and settle yourself in the crows nest to watch over the ship and watch out for the crew. You decided that come night time you would head to the tavern for a pint of rum.

You sit keeping watch for a few hours before catching sight of another ship docking. Two people from the other ship stood out, a rugged blond and a handsome brunette with a red bandanna. You curiously focused your attention on them as they exited the ship.

You watched as they greeted four other pirates before they all headed towards the tavern. As you watched, the one with the red bandanna suddenly stopped and turned to look at you. You stare for a while, in shock, but quickly come to your senses when he raised an eyebrow at you. You blush before turning to look in another direction but not before catching the smirk on his face as he turns to follow his companions.

When he turned away you turned back to look at him. Your face was still heated as you watched him enter the tavern. You bit your lip and began to wonder who he was and if you would see him again during your stay in Nassau.

You return to your duty of watching the ship and before you know it night has fallen and your father has retired to his cabin. You took this opportunity to go to your cabin and change into one of your many outfits you had designed to not only look nice but to allow you to move freely and easily and to not wear you down if you needed to fight. You placed a few blades in your garter and a knife in your right boot. You left your beautiful (h/c) hair down to blow in the wind.

You exit your cabin and head to the docks before going towards the tavern. You followed the trash, glass, and drunken pirate covered road until you reached the tavern. It was alive with the sound of merry drunkards and performers.

You go to the bar and order a pint of spiced rum. As you wait for your drink you notice someone move to stand next to you. You send a flitting glance in their direction before doing a double take when you realize that the person next to you is the bandanna wearing pirate from earlier. You feel a blush starting and quickly turn away before he can meet your eye. Your drink arrived and you were about to toss a few coins to the barmaid but someone beat you to it.

"I'll cover it." He said. His voice was pure seduction. You could even hear the smugness, and just imagine his smirk. You nod your head in thanks and take a long drink of your rum. You feel a calloused but gentle hand grab your chin and turn you towards its owner, the bandanna wearing pirate.

"Are ye new t' Nassau?" He asks in his sexy accented voice.

You nod, putting your drink down. Your blush comes back full blast as his hand leaves your chin and messes with a strand of your hair before pushing it back behind your ear. He only seemed to get sexier as he sent you a dangerously seductive smirk.

"Ye're not a talker, are ye?" He asked, his hand skimming over your cheek and heading to the back of your head to move you closer. You began to fall under his thrall as you stared into his beautiful brown eyes and breathed in the scent of rum, ocean breeze, and spices that was coming off of him in waves. You were having a sensory overload and couldn't help but close your eyes and lean in to fully experience the feel of his fingers, amazing smell, and the sound of his voice as it ensnared you in its trap of seduction and unspoken promises.

You felt as if all you had to do was submit and he would make every last dream of yours come true, especially the more naughty ones. You opened your (e/c) eyes to look into the flawless brown ones in front of you, taking note of how much closer he had gotten in the seconds that had passed. Unfortunately, you were distracted by the presence of the blond pirate.

"Oy Kidd. I see ye've found yourself a beauty." The blond said making his presence known before ordering a pint of rum.

"Jealous Kenway?" He asks, looking at the blond with a sharp look, seemingly pissed off.

"Seein' as such a beautiful lass isn't with me, I'd have to say I am." He said directing a wink at you. You falter as you realize that the blond is flirting with you.

You pause for a second processing the names you heard, Kidd and Kenway. Your eyes widen as you realize the only two possible pirates that go by those names, James Kidd and Edward Kenway.

"Back off Kenway." James said glaring at Edward before pulling you from where you stood to a secluded corner.

"..." You're still in shock at what just happened.

"Sorry about that." He sighed. He directed his attention back to you but you had already started to pull yourself away.

"I'm sorry. I-um-I need t' get going. My father is waitin' fer me." You said nervously pulling away and heading toward the exit.

"Wait-"He tried to stop you but you dodged him.

"Sorry I jus' can't. Goodbye." You quickly left the tavern and hurried toward the ship.

When you finally reached the docks you stopped and sat on the pier, looking at the ocean. You thought over what just happened and began to question if it really happened at all. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn't notice James sitting next to you.

After a few minutes he poked your side. You wiggled let out a surprised giggle. He did it again causing you to laugh and grab his hands. When you stopped laughing you looked at his face. He was smiling at you, not smirking, and that was just as if not more beautiful than his smirk. He had you under his thrall again.

He slowly leaned in towards you, giving you the chance to pull away. Your common sense screamed for you to pull back and get on the ship but you ignored it. You leaned in just the slightest bit and he took that as the sign to continue.

He cradled your neck and pulled you toward him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and used his other hand to gently grab your hip and pull the rest of your body towards himself. He peppers your lips with chaste kisses. You grab his shoulders and hold on to him as you lose yourself. James starts to add more pressure to each kiss before swiping his tongue over your lips. You gasp and open you mouth. He gently coaxes your tongue into a dance only you two know the steps to. He lets go of your neck and his hands gently grab your hips before slipping to your butt. You start to push your chest into him in an attempt to get closer. He lifts you by your butt and places you in his lap as the kiss gets progressively more passionate. You tangle your fingers in his hair and let one hand scratch down his back. You pull back from the kiss to catch your breath. Both you and James are panting as you look into each other's eye. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before making his way to your neck. You let out a short moan as he kisses just the right spot. You tilt your head to the side to give him more space as he abuses your sweet spot. You start to let out louder moans and his hands start to travel up your side and under your shirt, skimming your bare skin and causing you to shiver delightfully. You unknowingly start to grind your hips on him and arch towards him, your moaning getting the slightest bit louder. He pulls away from your neck and let's out a deep moan. You bit your lip and your eyelids fluttered at the sound of his sexy voice. You looked into his lust filled eyes and licked your lips invitingly at him. He attacked your lips and held you just a bit rougher, he was losing control. You moaned into his mouth and shivered at the thought of James getting rough with you. He was slowly driving you mad with his lips, tongue, fingers, and sexy groans. You enjoyed every second of it as you ground down on him with a purpose and his hand traveled to your bust before giving a rough squeeze and making you throw your head back in a moan.

"Shite ye're beautiful." He groaned at the sight of you. You tried to go back to the rough kiss but he only gave you gentle pecks. You whimpered a bit and gave a pout before purposely grinding into him and forcing him to tightly hold your hips to stop you. You groaned and buried your face in his chest.

"Christ lass." He breathed out as you both caught your breath.

"..." You felt your cheeks start to enflame as you took in your situation. You were sat pressed up against a guy you just made out with but didn't even know. You didn't really know how to process what just happened but you were glad he stopped you or you just might have ended up losing your virginity on the docks. Although you did enjoy every second of it.

"So are ye still plannin' t' run away?" He smirked as he lifted your face to look him in the eye.

You couldn't help but laugh irony. You just ran out of a tavern to get away from him but right in front of your father's ship you decide make out with him. You decided you didn't have anything to lose and shook your head.

"What's yer name?" He asked, playing with your hair.

"My name is (y/n) (l/n)." You said still slightly dazed from the kiss.

"A beautiful name. Just what I expected of a beauty like yerself." He whispered. You're cheeks were as red as a tomato and you once again hid your face in his shirt.

"Not really." You mumble.

"Aye, love. I've not seen a lass as beautiful as ye in a long time. As ye could probably tell most o' th' wenches here are barmaids or prostitutes. Hard to find a woman of genuine beauty and not covered in make up. " He mused.

You didn't answer but listened to his voice and enjoyed its sound. You never thought you could be so comfortable in the arms of a man let alone a stranger but you were and you didn't feel up to ruining it. You opened his shirt when you caught sight of his tattoo and slowly traced it.

"What's this tattoo fer?" You asked.

"I don' remember. It's been years since I got it done, love." He said with a smile.

Your fingers move up to his cheek and you trace the scar going across his eye. You see his eyes darken as you do it but he says nothing so you decide not to ask.

You lean in and press a soft kiss to his scar and trail down to kiss his lips one last time. You then pull away completely and start to stand. He gazes at you questioningly and grabs on to your hand.

"I need t' get back on the ship before my father notices I'm gone." You explain and give his hand a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Will ye come t' th' tavern tomorrow night?"

"I don't know. Maybe, if I feel like havin' a rum." You smile as you begin to walk backwards.

"Hmm. Is there any way t' make that a definite aye?"James asked as he approached you.

"I don' reckon so but maybe you could find a way t' convince me." You smile coyly at him still backing up.

"Any hints on how t' do that?" He asks lengthening his stride towards you.

"That wouldn't be fair. Ye have t' figure it out for yerself." You scolded and bit into your lip. James did just as you thought he would and directed his eyes towards your already plump lips. His eyes flickered behind you and he walked just the slightest bit faster.

You sped up your retreat only to find yourself trapped when you backed up into a stack of crates. James quickly blocked any exit by placing his arms on either side of you and placing his leg between yours. He smirked at you and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Did that convince ye?" He asked, his breath ghosting across your cheeks.

You shook your head.

"Let's try again." He pressed a kiss to the corner of you lips and looked at you for judgement.

You shook your head again.

"One last try." He pressed his lips to yours in what started out as a chaste and gentle kiss but soon turned rough and passionate. His tongue mapped every inch of your mouth as you submit to him. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you sharply against him. You moaned into his mouth and grabbed onto his coat to keep yourself grounded. You bit and tugged his lip before pressing a final kiss to it and pulling back to catch your breath. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and feathered gentle kisses across it. You felt his smirk begin to form against your neck before he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

"Was that enough t' convince ye?" He asked and added a gentle bite to your bottom lip.

You stared at him lust filled eyes and nodded.

"Yeah. That was more than enough." You licked your lips before pulling him back in for one more sensual kiss.

"Yeah. That was more than enough. I might not even need to come tomorrow." You lick your lips before pulling him back in for one more sensual kiss.

"Oh, then I guess ye're going to miss my surprise for ye." He smirks coyly. You perk up at the mention of a surprise.

"What surprise?" You ask curiously.

"Ye'll have t' find that out tomorrow."

"Well then what's going t' happen if I don' show up?" You ask.

"Then I'll just have t' find ye." He narrows his eyes.

"We'll see about that."