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Title: Love At First Sight
Secret Title: Pirate Love
Summary: Wendy is a princess forced to be married at the age of 18. It wouldn't be a problem for her if she had fallen in love with her fiance, but alas fate is not too kind. Determined to runaway to chose her own love, she runs into a nice man who rescues her from her guards. Thinking this man is her one true love, she decides to escape with him. She had no idea that her true love was a no good pirate.
Chapter Forty-Five
Bubbles
Wendy turns the page in her book, the paper wrinkling as she does so. She's lying on top of her husband, chin against his chest, book covering his face as she lazes over him. Mest is just staring up at the ceiling and humming to himself, running his hands through her hair over and over again as he thinks up their next point of action. They've been treasure hunting for a while now; it's been a long time since they've tried robbing a place. Maybe they should settle in a nice kingdom and do such a thing? Surely the royal navy has forgotten about them. Yes, that would be a good thing to do. He can teach his little wife how to pickpocket, a must in a life of piracy. She might actually be really good at it as well. With an innocent face like hers, no one would suspect a thing.
"You stink Mest," Wendy interrupts his train of thought.
She thought it might have been something in the room, or his clothes, whatever it was though she kept smelling it on him. It isn't a bad stink, not overpowering in any way, but if left alone it might become one. Mest chuckles to himself.
"Is that your polite way of saying I should take a bath?"
"It's my polite way of saying that if you want to continue to be my pillow you're going to need to take one."
Mest moves over, forcing Wendy to pick up her book and roll around in the bed. He gets up and smells his shirt, head jerking back a little. Alright, so she was telling the truth about the stink. He can't remember the last time he washed this shirt and maybe that was a bad thing. Mest pulls it off and goes to sniff his pit next.
"You're right, I don't smell like flowers and daisies."
Wendy's giggles fill the room.
"I'm off to bathe then my princess. I sure would enjoy some company with me."
"Hmm... okay."
Mest freezes for a second, completely joking with her. He turns around and sees her closing her book and getting up from the bed.
"What, really?"
"Yeah, not like we haven't bathed before. I could use a bath too; your stink might have rubbed off on me," she gives him a teasing smile.
Mest blinks at this wonderful new predicament, "well alright then. Just... give me a minute. I'll get the bath ready and come back for you."
This is something new. He'll have to claim the refresher, make sure none of the crew walk in on them bathing. He'll also have to acquire some warm water; he doesn't mind cold quick baths, but if he's with Wendy he's going to want to soak with her squeezed up close to him. Maybe he can do a couple of other things to make the experience better... yeah, he has some work to do. First thing first is have Mirajane heat up some water for them though.
"Whatever you say love, you know where I'll be." Wendy says opening her book back again.
That he will.
"Ooooh!" Wendy oohs and aah's as she walks into the refresher.
Mest walks in behind her and closes the door, making sure he locks it tight for no unwanted interruptions. He turns back around and sees Wendy kneeling in front of the brass tub, dipping her hands into the hot water and splashing it around.
"It smells so nice! Are these flower petals? Where did you get them?"
"The girls like to have baths like this; I only know because it's a pain to clean up when we're switching shifts washing down the refresher. I borrowed some from Lucy for us. Thought you might like it."
"Hehehe, you know me so well husband."
Wendy starts unbuttoning her shirt, button by button, letting it slip off of her and fall on the floor. She's quick to lose her other clothes as well, ending up naked a minute later. Mest gulps, feeling his entire body heat up. It doesn't matter how many times he's seen her naked before he's always going to react like that.
"Well what are you waiting for Captain? Let's wash up so we can soak and relax."
Mest hums in approval and takes his clothes off. Wendy grabs a bar of soap and a rag, dipping it in the water before scrubbing it over her body. She wasn't as dirty as Mest, but she still felt grime sticking to her skin. When Mest finally discards all his clothes he grabs a rag and borrows the soap so he can scrub off as well. Wendy looks up at him through her eyelashes and giggles to herself.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, I just love you is all. Here! Let me wash your hair!" She cheers standing up.
Mest feels a nosebleed coming on and simply nods his head. She wanders around the refresher, feet patting against the wet floor as she grabs the concoctions. Mest pours water over his body and sighs out a little, eyes trailing after her cute little behind.
"Now look up and try not to move. I don't want to get soap in your eyes," Wendy warns, standing behind him.
Mest looks up at her beautiful face and closes his eyes, relaxing as she begins to scrub her fingers through his hair. She lathers up the soap and scratches at his head, soft moans escaping his lips as she massages his scalp. Mest is rather cute this way; when he allows her to do anything she wants to him. She may have washed his hair for a bit longer than necessary, but he doesn't complain one single bit. Wendy fills a bowl with water and pours it over his head, running her fingers through his hair, making sure that every bit of soap is out.
"There, all done."
"We should always bathe together; I can really get used to this," Mest hums opening up his eyes.
"I wouldn't mind one bit," Wendy gives him a cheeky grin.
He stands up and switches them around, pushing her down so her butt hits the ground.
"Your turn."
"Ah- there's no need too Mest. My hair is still clean and I washed it a few days ago-"
"Nope, I'm doing this."
He grabs the soap and pours it on her hair before running his fingers through it. He can't help it, he loves touching her hair. Feeling it against his palms, twirling it around his fingers, letting it brush past his fingertips. The problem is that Wendy has a lot of hair and trying to lather the soap on all of it is proving to be a more difficult task than washing his own hair. Wendy giggles as he runs his hands all over her head, only grunting a little bit when he gets tangled.
"Oops, sorry. I don't know how you manage this."
"It isn't as long as it used to be; it should be easier to wash."
"Should be, hmm."
Wendy lifts up her hands and places it over Mest's. Slowly she shows him how to scrub, pressing his fingertips into her scalp, moving them up and down before reaching to her tips. Mest gets a better feeling for it, and a better appreciation for girls with long hair. He doesn't know how Erza keeps hers looking so nice everyday. When they finished washing her hair he grabs a bowl and tilts her head up, pouring the water through her hair. Finally the two of them are all clean and the bath is too enticing for her to ignore any longer.
Wendy ties her hair up into a tight bun so it doesn't fall over her shoulders. She stands up and heads over towards the edge of the tub, putting one leg in, and then the other. She leans against the left side and sinks herself to her neck, sighing out in relief.
"This is nice, really nice," she sighs out.
"I'm glad you love it," Mest says, joining her.
Wendy scoots over and allows her husband to join her in the tub. Mest sinks down underneath the water, some of it overflowing and spilling out of the tub. He leans back against the tub and rests his arms on the rim. Wendy scoots back, leaning against his chest.
"I'm surprised this tub is big enough for the both of us. That last one we had was soooo cramp. Made it hard to relax." Wendy hums in delight as she relaxes.
"Hahaha, tell me about it. I got mad at the girls for wasting money on such a large tub, but now I see the perks."
Wendy giggles and turns her head to the side a little. She raises her hand out and places a soft touch on his arm. Despite the steam rising up from the air, she can still make out the small little scars he has.
"How did you get this one?"
"Hmm?" Mest asks, opening his eyes up. He looks over at the small scar she's tracing before closing his eyes back and relaxing again.
"Sword nicked me."
Wendy hums and moves her fingers, tracing a new scar this time, "how about this one?"
"Same thing."
"Really Mest?" She pouts, turning her head around.
Her bun smacks him in the nose and he exclaims a little, glaring at her innocent pout.
"What does it matter? You've never talked about my scars before."
"Just because I never talked about them doesn't mean I'm never interested in them. I forget to ask, I always wanted to know how you got these."
"Ugh," Mest groans and stares at her fingers, "uh... I was tied up with rope and accidentally slit my wrist while I was trying to escape."
Wendy smiles brightly at him, knowing that she was going to win. She turns back to his arm and moves it around, her fingertips tracing over his skin. It would actually be quite relaxing if she wouldn't talk to him every couple of seconds.
"What about this one here?"
"Knife got thrown at me."
"And here?"
"Stab wound."
She turns around in the bath, water splashing around, and switches positions. She presses her chest against his own and she starts to examine it next. Mest smirked a little bit, liking this a bit better. He used it to his advantage as his arms wrapped around her and he ran his hands down her back, to her waist, stroking her butt.
"You have a lot around your neck," Wendy whispers.
"I've had a lot of knives to my neck."
"Hmm, and the one on your shoulder?"
"Bullet wound."
"Mest... I'm worried how you survived so long with all these scars on you."
"What can I say? I'm a fantastic pirate."
"More like a lucky one."
"Lucky to have you? Of course."
"Hehehe, yes, lucky you have me"
Wendy looks up and stares into his bright green eyes. He's smiling down at her, his eyes full of tender love and care. She smiles back at him gently and leans up, poking at his stomach as she squints her eyes to see if there are any around there.
"Ah stop! That hurts!" Mest flinches, tender moment over as he splashes around.
"Hehehehe," Wendy only giggles.
"I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing bath."
"I'm relaxing, aren't you? What else do you have?"
"A whole lot more scars and I can tell you now they're either from a sword or a gun."
"Well that's no fun, you ruined the surprise," Wendy pouts her lips at him, "do you have one that isn't?"
Mest groans and lifts up his leg, "last one and then we're relaxing or else I'm kicking you out. Right here I got bit by a dog, badly. Couldn't walk for a week."
Wendy turns around in the water and finally sees the row of white dots around his ankle, looking like a bite mark. She leans over and opens her mouth, biting down on it gently. Mest flinches and she pulls away, laughing so hard tears nearly appear in her eyes.
"Alright, that's it. You're leaving."
"No Mest! No! I'll be good, I promise!" Wendy giggles leaning back into his chest.
She grabs his arms and wraps them around her waist, snuggling up close and acting all cute to him. Mest takes a breath and sighs to himself, shaking his head. He can never win... but at least she's acting good now. He leans back into the tub and tries relaxing, closing his eyes. He ignores it when his wife starts singing softly to herself. He ignores it when she runs her fingers across his skin, tapping it to the melody. He actually enjoys it, and if he finds himself singing along with her, well Wendy doesn't complain as she smiles to herself.