Note: This story is less of a one-shot than I had anticipated
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Life on a pirate ship was different than anything he had experienced before.
Since the night he spent in the captain's bed, he had seen her only in passing. He had been assigned regular duties aboard the ship and was surprised at how easy it was to slip into life at sea.
He began to get to know the crew and had struck up a friendship of sorts with a few of the men, including the first mate Sully.
Eight days after having been dragged on board the ship, it was starting to feel like he had found a place where he belonged.
On the ninth day, they came across a likely-looking target. He stood on deck as the captain gave the command to raise the skull and cross bones. The other ship tried to evade them, but after the pirates fired a warning shot across its bow, it quickly surrendered.
When the captain asked for volunteers to be part of the boarding party, he joined the group. He followed her onto the captured ship. He walked behind her down the corridors. He saw the fear on the passengers' faces.
And, when a member of the crew attacked her, he ran the man through without a thought.
There was no further resistance as they transferred the cargo of spices and fine silk from the captured ship onto their vessel.
As the ship rang with music and laughter from the pirates' victory celebration, he found himself alone on deck. He stood at the rail and looked out at the seemingly-endless sea, wondering how his life had taken such a dramatic turn.
She walked up behind him so quietly that he jumped when she spoke. "So this is where you are."
He grunted, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. She didn't, instead saying, "You're missing the party."
He glanced at her, his face filled with his self-loathing. "I used to be a good man."
She stood beside him, looking out over the sea. "You are a good man."
He shook his head. "I killed a man today. I'm a pirate. I committed treason and murder."
She placed her hand on his forearm in a vain attempt to comfort him. "You saved my life."
He glanced at her quickly before turning his attention back to the sea. "I don't even know why I did. Isn't that awful? I killed a man and I don't know why. I don't know if I can live with that."
Moments passed as they stood there in silence. Finally, she offered, "It gets easier."
He gave a choked laugh. "I don't want it to get easier. Killing someone shouldn't be easy."
She sighed. "No, it shouldn't. Taking someone's life – it's a burden. But we all have choices to make."
"I wish I could know that I made the right choice."
She ran her hand up his arm to his shoulder. "I wouldn't be standing here if you had made a different choice."
"Yeah", he said dejectedly.
She ducked under his arm, swinging around until she was standing between him and the rail. "Is that so bad?"
He looked in the eyes of the woman who haunted his dreams and knew that he had had no other choice. Despite his confusion and uncertainty about her, his world would be much less bright without her in it. "I'm glad you're OK."
She smiled up at him and reached up. As she captured his lips in a tender kiss, he lost himself in the sensation, forgetting about the guilt he felt over his new life. It wasn't until she broke off the kiss that he realized that she had unbuttoned his pants. Stunned, he stared at her as she grinned at him and sank to her knees.
As she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, he managed to gasp, "What are you doing?"
She laughed. "I haven't thanked you for saving my life."
"But … we're outside. Anyone could walk by."
She licked her lips, sending desire shooting to his groin. "They're all busy at the party." She darted her tongue out of her mouth and licked his cock before sucking the head into her mouth.
A decidedly un-manly squeal left his mouth. "What … what are you doing?"
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before pulling back to say, "You've never had anyone do this for you? Trust me, you'll like it."
"But …" was all he managed to say before she took his cock back into her mouth. As her mouth worked its magic, she wrapped one hand around him, twisting and sliding in tandem with her mouth and tongue. Her other hand played with his balls, driving him to the point of no return.
It didn't take long before he gasped, "I'm … you need to …"
She smiled and tilted her head, taking him deeper. He came, unable to resist thrusting forward into her mouth.
As he caught his breath, she tucked his cock back into his pants before standing. His hands still on the rail on either side of her, he gasped, "I didn't know you could … you know, with your mouth."
She smiled the knowing smile that intrigued him so much. "Was I right? Did you like it?"
He laughed. "You know I did."
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a hug. Clasped tight against his chest, she whispered, "Thank you for saving my life,"
They stood in silence for a moment, her head resting on his chest, before she regretfully took a step back. She had turned to leave when he spoke. "I just have one question."
She turned back, a quizzical look on her face. "Yes?"
"Can I … is it possible for me to do that to you?"
