Prequelle
Opening the door only a slight light came through. A simple oil lamp in the sea of bottles, maps and other pirate trinkets. Next to the table cluttered books, papers and a few den den mushis. A trail was made to the bed on the other side. Messy, white sheets crumbled in one corner. A pillow propped against the headboard, another at the bottom of the bed as if the person weas trying to wrestle some inner demon by ploughing on the bed.
The bed had a direct view of the big window where the sea waves lapped the ship. It was like any galley window, made of smaller glass rectangles connected to a bigger frame. On a sunny day the rays would disperse in a rainbow of colours.
Pity, the main occupant of the room mostly slept through the day.
Nightly visits, steering the ship and staring at maps where usually where you'd find that person.
Turning to the other side a wooden door had steam escaping its hinges. The occupant was having a shower it seems. Taking a few steps and pulling the doorknob revealed steam. The figure was visible in the fog, a tall, muscular man with a frown on his face.
A pair of amber eyes narrowed. The long bangs that usually stuck to the heavens in defiance were matted down, droplets of water falling from them.
"I see the curtains match the carpet. Or is it the other way around?"
"Didn't I already tell you that?"- The man answered with a grin. "I also remember telling I'd show you.."
"I also remember you laughing at my cards"
The man snickered. "They remind me of a traitor.."
"Basil Hawkings isn't the only person in the world capable of reading tarot, Kid"
"But he's annoying"
"True"
The man turned to the running water again. He took the soap from a dish beside him and started running down his chest, stopping at his belly button and rubbing the suds on his abs. Lower a triangle ended in a patch of red curls.
"I know you like staring but the heat is escaping and I get pissy in cold water" – The man commented off handed.
"You get pissy in any weather any condition"- There was rustling and then a pile of clothes formed near the wooden door. Feet walked towards the shower stall. The man grinned widely and waited.
The smaller figure approached with a hand touching the man's face. Caressing his jawline and pushing her palm into his jugular. She watched the Adam's apple bob and leaned into him.
"You're still wary of my touch"- She murmured.
"Before you no woman touched me…I also remember telling you this"
"Under the stars, while we sat behind the rudder, telling each other why were broken people"
"Some might say romantic"
"Might, but your reputation does precede you, oh dangerous Captain"- The female leaned into him, relaxing. The water was hot, leaving red marks where it hit her skin. It felt like an aggressive massage and she loved it. The mans arms rested on her hips, slowly stroking the skin. From what he said and shared that night, he still couldn't trust his hands on her. They were rough but curious to the point where she had to giggle to his patience..
The memory of his dilated pupils, wide eyes and shock played in front of her eyes. A simple gesture, resting her hand on his cheek that made him almost loose it. A loose cannon, his control was no where near to be trusted yet she pushed his pins, slowly and deliberately.
Walking her fingers on his biceps he unconsciously flexed the muscle earning a giggle from her. Her fingers found the flesh of his inner arm, stroking slowly. The sheer fact that his eyes lolled back in pleasure made her laugh. They wiped right back at her glaring.
"You like thinking back to that night, don't you?" – He turned her, so that her back was resting on his chest, her breasts exposed to the hot water. Using the soap he worked from her shoulders to the her chest. Throwing the soap to the tiles. Both of his hands cupped her breasts. "Soft..jiggly"
"You're the first man to describe boobs as jiggly"- She giggled. Her hair was wet, sticking to his chest and she loved the feeling of his lager, warmed body pressing into her.
"So? Like you mind.."
"As long as my massage lasts.."
"Nah, I got a better idea"
"Kid, remember the cards and the reading you wanted.."
"Oh I remember, trust has to be earned. Grown like a fuckling salad"- He sat on the tiles, eyes watching her intently. "But it doesn't have to do anything with what I wanted then"
"I kept my nails long.. for your scratches if that's what you mean"
"Nope"- A shit eating grin appeared on his face. She watched him, sitting on his ass, all muscles and power. The words that Killer uttered the first night they found them echoed in her mind "He might seem calm, but he's a stick of dynamite with a short fucking fuse" and wasn't Eustass fucking Kid all of that.
She'd seen him fight, kill without mercy and on the other side of the looking glass was a mind of a strategist. Pilling information and tactics.
The surprise was the pain behind the glare and the innocence he wanted to shake off.
"While we talked and you had your adventure time with touching m-"
"That you thoroughly enjoyed Kid"
"-e. I did. I had and idea"
"Oh..ohh. You seriously think I'm willing to let you do that to me? After all I told you I went through?"
"Yes. For one simple reason and I'll repeat myself woman. For every sickening touch you had to endure I'll replace it with mine."- The intensity of those eyes wasn't what always got to her when it came to him, it was the utter sincerity that he's put in his words. There was no playing around with Kid.
Her eyes went to the ceiling to the shower head, the water mist around them and the small bubble they were enjoying. A few moments.. it wouldn't hurt her. Exhaling she pushed her back to the tiles and waited.
Gold reflected on his wrists as he took one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. She watched the limp dangle as the red head went closer to her core. She was suddenly to shy to meet his eyes. He claimed he never hadn't experience just a big imagination. A sigh escaped her lips as he kissed the scars on her inner thigh. The blade marks left from months ago seemed like something that wasn't part of her body. Just lines crossing lines, parallel thinner lines. His tongue ran across them memorizing each.
He seemed relaxed taking his time with the exploring, her weight nothing but a smaller thing to worry about. Her hand found its way into the matter mass of his hair. Still so soft and perfect to grab onto. Moaning she arched her back. He suddenly forgot about her thighs and went for her core, pushing aside the labia and directly licking his way in.
Tingles ran across her spine and her reminding leg was falling asleep, the nerves shaking with the weight not divided evenly.
The twitching leg found it's way on his other shoulder and she shrieked in surprise. The end pitching higher as a finger massaged her entrance.
His nose was hitting the tangle of nerves and each move jolted her like a small shock.
Biting her lips she waited for him to notice that. Once he told her not to reveal information to him and let him explore the body of a woman. She called him a madman that only read romantic novels of maidens and their dirty marines. He shrugged.
"Dammit Kid"..- Her eyes found the sight of him too enticing and she rolled her lips to focus some of his touch on a specific bundle of nerves. The water was getting colder now but they didn't notice it at all.
Judging by him he was very much, into it, the shaft of his resting on his belly, squished by his posture.
He hummed and she arched again. The vibrations were something new. She felt the grin on his face as he licked and pushed his finger in and out.
"Not enoughhh"- She moaned. His mouth detached and he cooked his head to the side. She opened her mouth to say when his thumb stroked that place that she wanted him to explore more. Instantly her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips arched forward.
"Interesting"- diving in her pushed his tongue in and used his fingers to push on her favorite spot it seemed. Changing the pressure, circling around, removing his touch altogether. Her breathing was ragged by now, shallower and faster. He felt her inner muscles close around his tongue and added a finger. Moaning she rolled her hips against him finding her release. He never detached letting her ride it out.
He rose, grabbing her lax body in his hands and waited. "Told ya I want you to sit on my face"
/watch?v=t8FHSNIc3wI I got inspired. Also the quarantine grabbed me by the balls.
My husband's back, back again, gib a review for some more snac.
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I'm old. Forgive me.