Chapter 1 – Alone at last
It had been almost a week since I wrote to my father, telling him of my plans to live out the rest of my days with my darling Percy. We also said fond goodbyes to Felicity, Scipio and the rest of the crew a few days before, that had been a secretly teary affair. After all, we had gone through I found myself feeling protective over Felicity and worried about leaving her in the hands of men who were essentially pirates. However, that feeling was quickly squashed by the notice that Felicity would probably dissect the delicate parts of any man who tries touching her in a way she deemed inappropriate. And I am sure Scipio would have something to say about that if any man tried.
Such a joyous moment it was, although it was completely overshadowed by the fact I was finally going to be completely and utterly alone with Percy. Knowing he felt the same way I did all this time, that he loved me and wanted me as much as I wanted him set my heart thundering in my chest as I watched him swim from the window of our flat.
The wound on my face still hurt if I smiled too wide and goddamn itched, sometimes so badly it made me want to chew my own fingers off, but alas, I would need those for touching the object of my obsessive desire. And, now we are alone, I plan to show him just how much I love him.
Speaking of Percy, he sauntered into our flat shirtless and still dripping from his swim. I followed a bead of water as it dripped from his unbound hair, over his pronounced collarbone, sliding quickly down his hairless torso, before catching in the valley of his abdomen before those deliciously wet lines disappeared in his britches, making me flush at little at the thought to what lay beneath.
True, I'd seen Percy in various stages of undress in the years we have known each other, but never have I actually allowed my desires to take over and allow myself to open want him, unless it was in the safe confines of my room, alone in the dark, my cries of his name stifled by my pillow as I touched myself to highly inappropriate thoughts of my best friend.
But no longer.
The small clearing of his throat was enough to drag me back to reality with a slap, flushed up to my ears… well ear.
"See something interesting, Monty?" Percy leered.
If I didn't know Percy, which I do, I say he was flirting with me.
"And what if I do, darling?" I said raising my eyebrow at him, in what I hoped, was a very seductive manner.
I hoped my quivering voice didn't give away my utterly helpless need, but as he leaned over, bringing his face a little too close for me to be able to look away, I knew it hadn't.
I could practically feel the heat radiating from his damp chest.
I startled as his lips brushed my one remaining ear. His breath coming in warm bursts at my nape. I could feel myself stirring at his closeness.
He expertly undid me then. With a single sentence.
"Well, darling, you had better do something about it then."
Dear God, help me, I fear I may swoon.