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Edgar watched Marie make her way to the bar and downed his soda in one gulp then headed her way. They hadn't so much as seen each other in several days due to the busy schedule on their boats. It had been bad enough when she had flown back after their short vacation together, but now, now he ached with the need to simply hold her in his arms again. He had grown so used to sleeping with her cuddled around him that her absence was easily recognized by his body and he had been unable to sleep soundly since. He wondered if she missed him as much as he did her.

Marie was chatting with the owner and bartender Grace. "You know Ava, I have servers. You don't need to personally order your drinks."

Marie snorted, "Apparently I do. Seems I lack the necessary appendages to get waited on around here."

"I'll talk to her," promised Grace.

"No, allow me." The server walked up to load her tray with drinks again. Marie tugged on her sleeve, "Hey hon, FYI… if I have to come up to the bar to get one more drink tonight, I'm paying the tab on my table, and you ain't gonna like the tip. Comprende?"

"Easy Ava," warned Grace. "Listen up newby. Yeah the guys are going to give you great tips, but I expect all my customers and friends to get quality service, regardless of the presence or absence of a penis. Understood?"

The new girl knew she was on thin ice, "Yes ma'am. Sorry hon. Won't happen again."

"Lord have mercy Ava, are you terrorizing the help?" commented Edgar coming up behind her. Ava flipped him off. He leaned in close to her ear, "Can you get away?"

"Yeah, give me time to finish this drink. I'll meet you out back"

Edgar paid his soda tab, said his goodbyes then left the bar. Ava finished her drink and about left about half an hour later.

"You done partying already Ava? Ol' lay-dee." slurred Jake Harris throwing an arm heavily across her shoulder.

"Funny…I wonder why your still single kiddo? I'm tired, my temper IS short tonight and I'm tired of the lousy service. You guys have fun, I'm headed back. Don't wake me up when you get in."

"Wha-whaats got her panties in a wad?" asked Jake.

"Probably missing her man," offered Mike.

"She straight? Dude, she's turned me down so many times I just guessed she was a dyke. Why else would she pass up all this?"

Josh Harris smacked his brother upside the back of his head, "She turned you down 'cause you got no game little brother. That and you're way too young for her."

Marie put her coat on and quickly headed behind the bar. Edgar was huddled behind a dumpster trying to stay out of the wind. "Couldn't you drink any faster?" he muttered before crushing her lips against' his. She laughed and kissed him back, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." His hands started to work under her shirt, causing her to yelp when his cold fingers touched her bare skin.

"Dude, that is sooo not cool."

"It's your fault woman, making me stand out here freezing my boys off."

Marie gave a throaty laugh and then dropped her hand to his growing bulge, "Lets find somewhere warm, and I'll warm them up to make it up to you."

"Mmm, lead the way. My boats empty." They quickly made their way back to the docks, careful to avoid meeting anyone.

"So's mine, and since we haven't had sex in my bunk yet, that's where we're going."

"Do I get a personal tour of the boat?"

"You're kidding right?" she asked in disbelief.

"Maybe," he pouted.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the fifty cent tour on the way in and we can see what we have time for later?"

"My, my, sounds like someone is a bit impatient."

Marie rubbed up against Edgar's chest, "I'm horny as hell, are you going to make me beg?"

Edgar gave her a lopsided grin, "While the idea does have merit, I'll save the begging for later."

Finally at the Time Bandit, they quickly jumped on the deck. "Deck, wheelhouse, galley," she said quickly as they made their way to the stateroom she shared with Mike. Edgar kicked the door shut behind him and pulled her into a spine-popping embrace. His lips crushed hers and he began pulling his clothes off. Both knew that they had very little time before their friends left the bar. Marie hastily dropped her clothes and they fell in a tangle onto her bed.

"Damn, you bandits have it good. Full size bunks?" commented Edgar as he used two fingers to test her readiness.

"And don't forget the on deck sauna," gasped Marie. She wrapped her legs around Edgar's waist and pulled him to her.

"My, my, aren't we an eager little beaver," said Edgar lazily, teasing her slick opening with the head of his penis.

"Don't be a cock tease Hansen," Marie attacked his mouth and strained against him trying to get him to cooperate. She'd been smoldering since they had parted in Seattle and was desperate to have him inside her again.

With no more warning than tightening his grip on her hips, he attempted to slam into her. Unfortunately neither had counted on the low ceiling of the upper bunk so he lost his leverage. He pulled back out and grunted, "Turn over." She quickly complied and he leaned over her back and drove home. Their mating was fierce and passionate and Marie screamed out her orgasm. Edgar collapsed against her, spent. He pulled her sleeping bag over them against the chill. They snuggled to warm up again and began gently kissing and caressing each other. In no time round two was on. They were enjoying the tender afterglow, fighting the sleep that was threatening to overtake them when Marie's cell began buzzing.

"Hello?" she didn't' recognize the number.

"Hey AVA. It's Grace. Look, I don't know what's going on, or if something's going on. But I was on my way to toss some garbage out the back earlier. I saw you and Edgar…you looked pretty cozy if you catch my drift…"

"Fuck."

"Listen, I would love to hear the story, and I'm keeping my mouth shut. But you two should know that both your boats just paid their tabs."

"Crap, thanks Gracie, and I'll catch up with you tomorrow." Marie rolled over to Edgar, "You gotta go." Marie started digging for Edgar's clothes. "Your brothers and my guys just left the Elbow Room."

"SHIT!" yelled Edgar. He caught his clothes as she tossed them and started dressing as fast as he could.

Marie started giggling, "Lord we look like two teenagers sneaking around behind their parents back."

Edgar kissed her soundly, "We can always come clean. But I rather like our 'coming out plan' myself."

Marie pouted, "Me too. Damn our pranking personalities."

They knew there wouldn't be a chance to get away before the season started and it was killing them both to part. They were on deck making out when off in the distance they heard the Hillstrands singing off key:

Yo ho, Yo ho

A pirate's life for me….

A gust of wind hit them and Edgar shivered violently, "Shit, I forgot my flannel shirt." He knew there wasn't time to go find it.

"Don't worry, I have flannel shirts, they'll never know it's not mine." They shared one last kiss full of promises and then Edgar jumped over the rail and hid behind a stack of supplies ready to be loaded. Marie scurried downstairs quickly and climbed into her bunk feigning sleep. As soon as the Time Bandit crew was out of sight Edgar hurried back to his boat.

Mike hit the head and then quietly entered the dark stateroom. Or he tried to be quiet, not an easy task when you're toasted. The odor of sex was strong and he instantly recognized it. He stubbed his toe and howled in pain.

"Nice Fortner. I'm trying to sleep."

"Whatever. What the hell have you been doing in here Ava?"

"What do you mean?" The question startled Marie.

"It smells like sex in here!"

Marie wrinkled her nose and sniffed delicately, "It's a crab boat. It smells like your funk and other all the other men on this boat. And it's only gonna get worse." Marie turned her back to Mike ignoring any other comments. Mike fell asleep thinking that there was something fishy going on, but his alcohol-muddled brain couldn't make sense of the thoughts flashing through his mind.

Meanwhile on the Northwestern Sig and Norman were giving Edgar the fifth degree.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" he grumbled at them when his noncommittal answers didn't appease them.

Norman looked at Sig when Edgar left the wheelhouse; something was up with their little brother.


A/N -I meant no offense to the Gay/Lesbian population with Jake's comment.