Crystal stared out to the horizon, watching the magnificent swirl of oranges and golds descend with the setting sun. Her blue hands gripped the wooden railing tighter as she stared at her discolored flesh. Desperately searching her mind for an explanation, silently begging the Night Mother for help, but there was no answer. She was on her own. Morrigan had avoided her the rest of the day. Perhaps this was too much for the witch, Crystal had never felt more alone.

Just then, the sound of heavy boots sounded behind her. Crystal didn't need to turn to know who it was; she recognized the practiced step of the rogue pirate approaching her. She had known Isabela a long time, though they only saw each other sporadically over the years. Crystal had learned many of her fighting techniques from Isabela; they would spar whenever she was in dry-dock. Crystal would make a special trip just for her. Some of those nights had gotten pretty steamy, but neither ever pursued a relationship although they may have wanted to, their careers took them down different paths. It just wasn't meant to be.

A warm caramel skinned hand rested on Crystal's shoulder as Isabela stood beside her. "Hey,"

"Hey, Is," Crystal replied.

"You okay? You're looking a little blue."

"Not funny."

Isabela's laugh didn't seem to agree. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"Not sure. I haven't seen her most of the day. I think she might be avoiding me."

"Oh?"

"I'm not sure she can handle whatever's happening to me." Crystal dropped her head, had she lost Morrigan? No, Morrigan cared about her, she was sure of it.

"She's probably just stressed, Crystal. From what you told me earlier, you two have been through a hell of a lot the past few days." Isabela and Crystal had had lunch earlier since Morrigan seemed to need space. Crystal told her everything. Suddenly an idea came to mind.

"Is, can I borrow your quarters? I'd like to set up a dinner just for Morrigan and me."

"Ooooh, romantic," Isabela said elbowing Crystal lightly in the ribs, "you got it, buddy."

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Morrigan lay on the cot in the small room she shared with Crystal staring up at the wood-planked ceiling. She hadn't exactly avoided Crystal for the majority of the day; she had just needed to be in a different place on the ship at a different time. That was a foolish justification, and she knew it.

A knock came at the door but inched open before she could answer. Crystal poked her blue head in seeking permission to enter with her eyes before stepping into the room. Morrigan nodded, and Crystal came in all the way leaving the door open.

"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner with me?" Crystal asked awkwardly.

Morrigan sat up on the bed, placing her feet on the floor but not fully rising. She didn't respond; she didn't know what to say, she felt useless, invalid, pathetic. She had fallen for the assassin in a matter of days, and just when their relationship began to bloom, Crystal began to die. Wasn't this what Mother warned her of? Good things never last? Love is fleeting, pointless and weak.

She must had been quiet for too long because Crystal crossed the room and knelt before her, resting her forearms on Morrigan's knees. If only I could help her in some way. I have to save her.

"You don't have to talk to me, Morrigan. But please don't shut me out."

Morrigan's heart sank a little at Crystal's words. She didn't mean to shut her lover out; she just needed time to think. She needed a plan to save her partner; she couldn't just sit around and watch the woman she cared about slip away.

Morrigan cupped Crystal's icy blue skin with both hands, resting their foreheads together, "I'm sorry, my love. I hate that I cannot help you."

"Is that what this about? Morrigan, come here." Crystal opened her arms wide, wrapping the witch in the tightest of embraces. "Everything's going to be okay Morrigan. I don't know why or what is happening, but I have faith in the Night Mother, all right? She made me this way; she isn't going to let me die. I'm her agent; she swore to protect me."

"Your deity baffles me," Morrigan replied honestly. Crystal laughed.

"Me too." Crystal hesitated a moment; she seemed like she wanted to say something but was overthinking it.

"What is it, Crystal?"

"Can I, um— kiss you?"

"Of course, you can, you don't need to ask. Not ever."

Dark blue lips pushed against Morrigan's, the sensation was a new one, still arousing as always but Crystal's lips were icy now, even a little crispy compared to the warm, luscious lips they once were. She couldn't help but wonder what they might feel like when pressed elsewhere.

Crystal pulled away with a look of relief, "I was worried you didn't want me anymore. With the blue and the illness and everything."

Morrigan hooked a finger under Crystal's chin forcing their eyes to lock, "I will always want you, Crystal. Always."

Smiling, Crystal kissed Morrigan once more before standing and guiding her lover out of the room by the hand, "I have a surprise for you, come on."

OoOoO

Morrigan's eyes lit up as Crystal led her through the doors of the Captain's quarters. The room was littered with numerous candles. The table had been set for two, the setting completely romantic. Morrigan had never been one for romance, but with Crystal, she seemed to make all kinds of exceptions.

"You did all this?" Morrigan asked, brows raised.

"Had a little help. I wanted to do something nice for you, you've seemed… stressed."

Morrigan rushed into Crystal's arms, wrapping her in a warm embrace, kissing her fervently. It touched her heart how Crystal always cared about her well-being, how the woman did everything she could to make her happy. Morrigan just wished she could do the same.

"Thank you," Morrigan said after pulling away and lifting her shirt over her head, the dinner forgotten. Morrigan couldn't focus on anything but the beautiful blue angel in front of her, all she wanted to do was throw her lover down and please her over and over again. She wanted to bring her partner to the edge and make her scream Morrigan's name in ecstasy. So that was exactly what she was going to do, especially since she didn't know how much time they had left.

Crystal's hands sprung to Morrigan's glorious mounds, alternating between firm gropes and gentle caresses. Their breaths grew labored, Morrigan's hands found their way behind the assassin's neck and she pulled her lover in for a needy kiss. She could feel the bulging veins that wrapped her lover pulsate along with Crystal's heartbeat. The witch not-so-gently pulled out of the kiss to trail down Crystal's neck with harsh little nibbles, licking and sucking the unnatural intrusions causing Crystal to cry out in pleasure. While she sucked away, her hands pulled at the assassin's clothes, with the help of another pair of fumbly hands they were bare in record time. Rough hands grasped Morrigan's, pulling her toward the captain's bed.

"Are you sure?" Morrigan asked; she didn't want to anger Isabela.

"Come on," Crystal whispered, pressing harsh kisses to Morrigan's jawline, "She thinks we're having a romantic dinner right now, she won't be back for a while."

Crystal sucked at the base of Morrigan just then where neck met collarbone, sending the witch into an intoxicating lust-driven state. She wrapped her arms around Crystal, grabbing her buttocks and thrusting her hips in the air causing the assassin to jump and wrap her arms and legs around Morrigan as the witch walked them toward the large bed. Crystal was in hysterics when Morrigan gently threw her onto the thick mattress.

"Damn Morrigan; you're surprisingly strong."

Morrigan laughed and crawled on top of Crystal wasting no time bringing their bodies in sync, so everything was in motion. Tongues, breasts, stomachs, mounds, butts, everything danced and wavered together as one. Morrigan slipped a hand between them and carefully inserted a finger between her lover's slick wanting folds. Then she had an idea.

"Turn over, my love."

Crystal's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Trust me. Knees and elbows."

Obediently, Crystal rolled over holding herself up as instructed with her elbows and knees, ass in the air. Morrigan glided her hands over the ample bosom, parting the cheeks and pressing her sex against it. The temptation to grind down and ride Crystal's ass to orgasm was enticing, but she wanted to slake her lover's needs first. She sent one hand slithering over Crystal's hip to circle her clit while the other snaked deep inside her dripping core.

Crystal moaned loudly as Morrigan pushed two fingers inside. Slowly, she inched them deeper, feeling Crystal fluttering around her and waited for her lover to adjust to her intrusion before slipping a third finger inside and began to thrust. Morrigan moved her own sex against Crystal, urging her fingers into new depths as she increased her circling ministrations on the other woman's clit causing Crystal to collapse further.

The witch pumped faster and faster, as Crystal pushed back against her thrusting digits with fervor, working the assassin into delirium. Morrigan's muscles started to burn, but she kept going, determined to bring her lover to her peak. Her own need grew with every breathy moan of her partner. Without breaking pace, she crashed her lips with Crystal's and swallowed every whimper, each one sending a new wave of arousal to the witch's core. After a few minutes, Crystal came hard, her wetness spilling over Morrigan's fingers as they collapsed in a heap.

"Damn you two, now that's what I call a show."

Morrigan tensed and turned at the sound of Isabela's voice. Immediately, Morrigan scrambled to pull a sheet over them.

"Relax, it isn't anything I haven't seen before, right Crystal?" She was standing across the room, eyes set intently on them, even from that distance Morrigan could see the darkening desire in her eyes. A sly smile graced the captain's lips as she came closer. Right Crystal? Had they been together before?

"You know, I have a rule about sex in the captain's bed," she started as she crossed her arms and sat at the edge of the bed, "that the captain must be in attendance."

Crystal slowly rolled over to her back, still between Morrigan's legs. She looked dreamy eyed, clearly still high off her climax. She raised a questioning brow at Morrigan.

"What are you suggesting?" Morrigan asked looking at Isabela, "and you," she turned back toward Crystal, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"She does know a few neat tricks." That confirmed it, Crystal and Isabela at some point had been lovers. Morrigan was surprised she didn't care, in the end, Crystal was with her, Morrigan was her girlfriend.

Isabela began to rub soothing circles into Morrigan's back, "what do you think, Morrigan? Can I come play with you two?"

Morrigan looked back at Crystal who glided a rough hand up Morrigan's arm and rested on her shoulder. "Whatever you want, my love."

Morrigan was avidly aware of the tide gushing between her legs at the moment. She craved release, animalistic need boiled beneath the surface and at that point, as long as Crystal was on board, Morrigan was ready to slake her needs, however necessary. The witch turned her gaze back to Isabela and slowly nodded.

Isabela wasted no time doing away with her thigh-high boots and stripping off her outfit before climbing between the sheets. She wedged her body between Morrigan and Crystal's, wrapping an arm around each girl and pressing her mouth firmly against each of their lips.

Morrigan learned quickly that Isabela was well practiced in the arts of sex. The witch was getting quite the education in positions and flicks of tongue strategies she would never have imagined on her own. At one point, Morrigan hadn't a clue how she ended up in a particular position, but her knees had been pushed back beside her head, her womanhood exposed for all to see as the captain aligned her sex with the witch's and rode her wildly.

Crystal had been sure to give Morrigan heaps of attention the entire time. She must have sensed Morrigan was a little edgy having a third party. Crystal kept her distracted with kisses mixed with tongue and clashes of teeth as the night turned feral between the three of them. After Isabela had come hard, her juices mixing with Morrigan's as she ground back and forth, she fell backward on the bed allowing Crystal to take over.

It was the most erotic night of Morrigan's entire life, and she loved every second of it. Especially when Crystal took her turn and bucked wildly against the witch, but she didn't finish her ride. Instead, she brought herself to the edge but pulled away before coming. Maybe the assassin just wanted to last longer.

Crystal moved backward a bit and lowered her mouth to Morrigan's sex. Enveloping the already coaxed bean and licking ferociously. It was just as incredible and mind-blowing as Morrigan imagined, Crystal's tongue was like ice on her hot center. Morrigan's legs curled back down naturally and straightened either side of her lover as she pressed on the back of the assassin's head firmly.

Morrigan's sex had never been so wet; she had the sexual remnants of three women between her legs mixed with Crystal's saliva. Then Morrigan felt a second tongue tickle her clit, this one much hotter compared to Crystal's— make that the remnants of three women and two women's saliva. Morrigan's sensitivity grew, and she bucked against the wet wanting mouths until she came hard with a scream, her body shaking violently from the tremors.

Afterward, Crystal crawled up the witch's body, resting her knees either side of Morrigan's head before lowering her slick self into Morrigan's eager mouth. Crystal rocked as Isabela's hands came from behind her, pinching and twisting hard nipples, kissing the base of Crystal's neck.

Morrigan smiled when Crystal came with a breathy moan, her juices gushing inside Morrigan's mouth like a waterfall; she swallowed every precious drop, wanting everything that was Crystal inside her. Had it been Isabela, she would have spit it out, but her lover was different.

All three collapsed in a heap on the bed in exhaustion, all of them drenched in sweat, breathing hard. All of them spooning, Crystal in the middle and holding on tightly to Morrigan from behind, pressing a kiss just below the witch's ear.

One by one, they each feel asleep.