Disclaimer: Black Cat is not my creation.

Dearest Captain S. Arks,

I owe you an explanation with my recent behavior.

"Aye, captain. You are nothing but beautiful…"

It is all I could say.

Surely, I may miss some details, as it was a year and a half ago.

But, that time, we were laughing our heads off. You were laughing. Both of us, if not drunk, tipsy. I drank enough to be, but yours was one-too-many. As expected of my busy captain.

Now, how could I not remember that? The way you uncharacteristically smile, slur and blush, with the alcohol in your head. The way you glow even more against the feeble moonlight. Your silly questions. Your sneer on my every sweet remark, that I never knew, all along I had in store for you.

I didn't notice these feelings until then. Until then, when you limply stood in front of me, and showed me a sight I greedily believed, at the moment, was meant for me and mine to keep.

And, surely, you must remember too, for I myself was quite out of my character. There I was. Like a bee that caught the scent of a fragrant flower, I followed your staggering figure to the top of the distant lighthouse, half a mile from where a feast by our comrades took place for another bountiful year passed. Let us not overlook; it was also your birthday.

You knew well that I should have been with that Black Cat, shadowing his trails and worshiping the dirt he walked on.

Perhaps, that was why, all this time, you thought, I am not the man who will likely to take advantage of your situation. You were wrong captain. Truly, they are not mistaken, when they say I have a good eye for great individuals such as Train. Explains why I did what I did that night.

It was unwise of you to not even suspect, change your mind about me, at once when I deeply gazed into your purple eyes and cup your face with my hands. For then, I knew, I can no longer let go. That I must go on from where I took the step.

You thought it was a game played by two people, young girl at heart, and so you too, held my hands that were on your cheeks- playfully, that is.

Was it that you had a bit too much to drink? Or was it that you were too stunned to push me away when you noticed I was pressing further against your body? That something in me really hungered for you, something burned like fire that can only be put out once I had you.

And so that's why, sooner than I thought, I found myself claiming your lips with mine, and your whole body with my arms.

Were you in the right mind to refuse, it was already too late. You had no longer anywhere to go, I pinned you against the wall. More than anything, I tasted you, and craved even more of you. I cannot stop.

I became a beast and nonetheless devoured you. I left no uncovered skin unmarked.

And, oh! How deliciously you winced (and barely held back a moan) when I pressed my lips against your neck, and smoothly glided down my hands along your back to squeeze your well refined bottoms.

(Pardon me, Captain, for the mentioned detail, as this may embarrass you from your current self, but I do insist this magical moment will not be missed.)

My arms clasped harder till I can already feel your whole being with every inch of my body.

More. It was all that ran in my head.

I went back up to your lips. Eventually, you responded, much to my satisfaction. Yet, skillful as you were in many ways, this time, you were inexperienced and clumsy. As expected of my busy captain. Still then a virgin at the new age of twenty-six.

So I taught you how. And I taught you more.

I surely hope I taught you well, but that I'll only see if you'll once again give me the chance to find out. It will be a great pleasure of mine (and, not soon, will be yours) if you could consider this request.

With burning passion,

C. Diskenth