Willow lay awake in her bottom bunk, fingers gently playing at the edges of her short hair. It was strange to not have all that hair anymore. She had used it as a feeble attempt to connect with her sister that now as it was gone she felt like a new person; she felt there was nothing she couldn't do now that she cut herself away from her past. At first she had been quite shy of her new style, there was nothing to hide behind now, but since the many compliments from her friends she felt confident. Her mind wandered to Jonah suddenly, the red that bloomed in his cheeks as he confessed on how beautiful he thought she looked with a new look. She found herself thinking of how he worked, sweat collecting across what parts of his skin she could glance at, the little strands of hair that fell from his wolf tail. The way his brow furrowed when concentrating, his hands that easily could fit around her thighs... Willow bit down on her lip as she searched the room for anyone who might be awake. When she saw no one stirring she allowed her hand to graze against her chest and down her stomach, her mood curling into her gut. A sigh escaped as her imagination took hold of the boy known as Jonah, the way his teeth might feel on her neck as he crashed against her like waves on a ship. Heat pooled where her hands slipped under fabric and brushed against her sex, her heart was beating audibly in her chest as she turned to face the wall. Her hair fell across her face as she buried it into the pillow, inserting slender fingers into all the right places, a hunger churning violently in her stomach. It grew as she thought of how Jonah might grab her hair and bite into her shoulder, grinding against her opening to tease before plummeting, his hands grasping her skin and causing red marks to appear. And for just a moment a different face appeared in her mind, it wasn't as pretty as Jonah's and it didn't give such pleasant feelings. The elf shot up in her bed, shaking the half-orc's image from her mind with a frustrated sigh. Anger caused her to get up from bed, pulling a silk robe from off the chair to cover herself as she opened the door to the hallway and exited the room quietly. Spite fueled her feet as she began her walk to where Jonah's room was. The ship rocked violently again and she stumbled momentarily into the wall before continuing down the halls, the storm wasn't serious but it made walking hard. Eventually she made it to the door she wanted.

Her hand shook as she reached out to knock, small voices in her head screaming something about rejection that caused her halt. She pushed them away as she gently rapped at the door. It seemed ages before she received a reply. Jonah took a few moments to gather himself before answering the door, shirt messily thrown on and hair a wavy mess of black. His eyes widened as he saw the flustered elf standing in his doorway, her arms crossed against her stomach to hold the thin robe shut. "Willow... Is everything alright? Uh... Come in, please." He stepped aside and peered out into the hall to see if anyone was watching before shutting the door. As the man turned around to face the redhead he was bombarded with her shapely body against his, her hands snaking themselves on either side of his head as she pulled his face close to hers. There was no hesitation as her lips fell onto his, her robe seeming to slip off in an instant to reveal her nightgown which he would remember was lilac in color. Wet sighs escaped from the elf as she placed his trembling hand against her breast and pressed him into the door with her body. Jonah's mind was racing and blank all at the same time. He couldn't stop thinking about her mouth, now nibbling at his earlobe, and Gods forbid he forget how soft and warm her body was against his hands. In truth he had never done anything like this and it was the last thing he expected to happen, especially not with someone like Willow. It was impossible not to be aroused as one of her hands slipped under his shirt and grasped his hip, her nails causing shivers up his spine. "Ah... Willow? I... Erm... I'm not sure I..." He was taken back as she sucked at the base of jaw and neck, her knee now between his legs grinding against his hard member. He swore he could feel her smiling at his reactions. His mind was shouting two things at once. One was 'stop' and the other was 'take her'. As he felt her reach for the belt band of his pants his hands grabbed her shoulders and peeled her away from him. The cold between them caused him to whine. "Wait. Just for a moment... Okay?"

Jonah's voice was breaking and she could see now how red his face was, the sweat glistening as rays of moonlight shone through the window. A wave of guilt washed over the elf, she hadn't even expected he would stop her, very few and far between ever did. And when they did it meant they were either a virgin or they truly cared about her. Both gave her a sick feeling in her heart. As he collected himself she glanced around the room, there were books and charcoal bins, a few well drawn images hung on his walls which she assumed he did himself. She turned her attention back to him when he cleared his throat and straightened his back out. "I.. I do want to... B-but I'm not..." He ran a hand over his hair. "...I've never done it-this before... I... I wanna know why."

"Why what?" Her first words of the night were husky, her chest rising and falling ever so gently. He tried not to focus on the way her breasts moved under that fabric.

"Why... Me?"

Willow hadn't quite thought of that, her eyes adverting to the floor as she idly played with a strand of hair. The truth was that she wanted to forget about the man who shook her soul before leaving abruptly. The truth was that she found herself often thinking of Jonah when she was alone and that she enjoyed the little time they spent together. The truth was that she craved his touch even when she denied it aloud to herself. The truth was simple... "I... I like you, I s'pose." The elf shrugged awkwardly and rolled her eyes. She hated how defenseless she became when talking about her feelings. She felt no shame when expressing her sexuality but when it came to something deeper she faltered.

Jonah couldn't help but to smile and step closer, reaching up to move bits of her hair away from her face. "Well... I uh-I like you too, obviously... I just... Can't we go slow?" He furrowed his brow in a manner she hadn't seen, his hand cupping her face so gently she wasn't even sure he was touching her.

Her eyes were glistening now as her voice broke. "I dunno how."

The lopsided smile appeared as his lips found her forehead, hands now clasping her face. "Let me help."

She melted as he closed the space between them with a tender kiss. Her hands gripped his shirt as she allowed him to guide the pace, his mouth printing soft kisses across her shoulder as he pulled the strap of her nightgown down. The boy brought his face back up to hers and smiled as they found themselves leaning on the bedpost. He slipped his hands around her neck and up the back of her head as he began leaving small bruises on her neck with his teeth, her nails in his back allowed him to see what he was doing right. Jonah followed her first position and wedged his knee between her legs, a moan emitting in response. He wrapped his hands around her hips as he leaned her onto the mattress, their eyes met for a moment then and they both silently acknowledged that something deeper was happening here tonight. A sincere smile appeared on the elf's face as she connected with a fierce kiss, her hands pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it to the side. She reached to rub his groin but he intercepted and pinned her hand above her head, his other hand sliding up her thigh and under the fabric of her nightie. There was nothing warmer than her skin at that moment, he had no choice but to pull the fabric up over her head and reveal her breasts, his mouth kissing her pink nipples. "Ah..." Her back arched as he took one into his mouth, playfully tonguing at the hard nub. His other hand released her arm and traveled down to the inside of her thighs. Willow ran her hands through his hair before gasping out when his fingers brushed against her wet undergarments, gently massaging the area he thought was best based on her reaction. "Is... Is this okay?" He whispered into her ear as he teased at the band of the fabric. Willow pulled his hand away and shifted so she was sitting on top of him, she shuddered at the feeling of his arousal directly under her sex. The ship rocked gently and if you listened you could hear the soft winds outside his cabin window. She leaned down kissing and biting his collarbone, grinding her hips against him so he whined pleasantly beneath her. "Mmhaa... Willow..." He caressed her thighs as he took in the view of her bare upper body. Freckles gathered at all the tight spots on her skin, she was glowing above him and he wondered what in the world he did right to deserve this. She had paused to ask something she hadn't really thought she'd be asking at all tonight.

"Do you want to continue, Jonah?" Just the way she said his name gave him chills.

While there was some hesitation he knew that his answer would be sincere. "Mhm... Yeah I do. Definitely." Jonah leaned up and sealed their lips once more, his hands cupping her ass as she ground against him. Without question she slipped out of her underwear and helped him out of his. There was a brief moment where they sat there just staring at each other and taking it all in. They could always turn back but they both knew they didn't want to. Willow was the one to make the first move, one hand on his member the other in his hair as she kissed his neck. She could feel his heartbeat in his groin as she expertly massaged, a smile forming when she felt him buck against her palm a few times. He was breathing heavy and sweat collected in all the places she knew they would. The elf lay back and led him on top of her, he complied and leaned against her to break the cold air between them. He shyly pulled the blanket with him, taking comfort in the familiar warmth it gave. She laughed only for a moment before kissing him, her hand never leaving his groin. By now his breath was ragged and his arms were shaking, his voice breaking as he spoke. "I... Won't be able to take much more... If you keep up like that..." Willow smiled, taking his hand and guided it between her thighs were heat was radiating. With her hand on his she instructed him on how to insert two of his fingers inside of her warmth. She was dripping, he thought to himself. It gave him the confidence to lean down and begin biting at her nipples, sliding his fingers as far as she would take them. He moved them how he thought he should, at times she gave small instructions but otherwise he was happy to know it came somewhat naturally. The elf wrapped her legs around him and sighed out loudly when his fingers curled into the perfect spot. She figured she wouldn't last too long either with his fingers pumping in and out of her like that. "Jonah... Put it in.." Her breathy command sent him over the edge and he couldn't be happier to obey.

Jonah hovered above her for a moment, with the help of her hand positioned himself and waited for her to nod. "Go ahead..."

As he inserted himself he thought his heart was going to collapse in his chest. It was impossibly warm and soft, her walls accepting him as if he had been here so many times before. He almost said something stupid like 'wow' before she kissed him, tangling her arms around his shoulders as she began to gently grind her hips, egging him to move. There was no denying that this was better than anything he had ever done to himself. With her moaning as encouragement he began to move, his hands in her hair, his mouth on hers. Once he learned the momentum to keep he pinned her arms over her head and began pumping deeper into her, his breathing heavy and face redder than ever. Willow hungrily kissed at his neck and bucked her hips for a deeper sensation. She laughed when he let out a loud moan, only to cover his lips with hers and wrap her arms around his neck. They locked eyes as he quickened his pace, her nails digging into his back now. "Ow..." He laughed softly. Willow's kiss was her apology, her teeth catching his lips and even his tongue when he opened his mouth. Without a word she pushed him over on his back and sat on his lap, sighing as his erection slipped inside easily. With a change of position she pinned his hands over his head and smiled, grinding and rolling her hips into him. Jonah had no choice but to whimper and sigh as waves of pleasure enveloped his thoughts. She leaned down and found a way she could ride him with the same intensity that he had before, her wet moans in his ear only made him closer to releasing. "Ah... I'm not gonna... Last..." His arms wrapped around her sweaty back as she continued with the quick and aggressive pace. When she sat up and looked down at him, her cheeks pink, he hadn't expected her to look so pleased and worn at the same time. "Me either." Jonah sat up fully, content that she fit perfectly in his lap, and slowed the pace. She rested her forehead on his as her hands held tightly to his shoulders to keep her in place as he rocked his hips up into her. The movement was slow but deep, she furrowed her brows as she felt the heat rising in her gut. It was an ocean of feeling, holding almost desperately to him as she muffled her moaning in the crook of his shoulder. He continued the deep roll of his hips until he couldn't help but speed up, his mouth on her breast as he moaned, hands at the back of her shoulders to pull her deeper. "Ah... Fuck..." The elf sighed out as she felt him inside of her, grinding against a tight spot and bringing her to a shaking release after a few moments. She gripped his hair and ground against him, riding out her high. It wasn't long that she felt his nails in her back, his hips bucking before shooting everything he had into her.

They sat there for a long time with him still inside of her as she sat on his lap. They were both breathing heavily, still riding out the high with soft motions and kisses. Willow moved off of him and onto the bed beside him, bringing him down with her. He embraced her then under the thick blanket, one hand gently playing with her hair as she rested her head on his chest. It was warm here. Safe too. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, she felt she could say anything and Jonah would understand entirely now what she meant. The elf listened to his breathing for a long time and thought he might want to talk, she thought he might wonder if this were going to recur. Instead there was nothing. There was the sound of their hearts beating, there was soft breathing but there was nothing else. Jonah kissed the top of her head and began gently rubbing her back. It was pleasant not having to say anything and not having to think for once. "Goodnight, Willow." She hummed in response, wrapping her arms around his torso.

And for those moments she didn't think of anything but how Jonah held her in his arms.