There weren't many times where they had free time like this, in a way they were being worked like dogs, dogs of the Sun King.
Pirates of the Sun King.
The sea was a fickle thing, their days shifted between calm breezes, bright blue skies with clouds that provided occasional shade from the sun that blazed above, the cool nights that followed gave them reprieve and the time to prepare for the next day. There were nights and days where the crashing of the waves of the unbridled sea rocked the ship violently and threatened to throw and drag them to their watery deaths, the sun baked the ship hell-bent on cooking them if they strayed from the cool and forgiving shade of the sails.
But there were more days and nights where he longed from the succulent foods, the most expensive wine and the supple flesh of a woman to share his bed. He was more than ecstatic when the Blackwatch docked at the port of Gibraltar he was already waiting to jump off the ship and high tail it into the seedy back streets to his most prized treasure.
"You all have one day in town, if you're not here by sunset, you're marooned here and pay docked,"
Jesse turned his attention to the man that stood at the base of the from the helm, Jesse's focus immediately went to the side of the man's face, to the dark purple like a bruise that had formed, the bruise he had caused. A few days prior a the Blackwatch was caught in a disastrous storm and had ripped the rigging system from the mainsail, Jesse tried his hardest to grab a hold of the swinging rig and attempted to keep himself from being thrown overboard.
That's when it happened.
Gabriel had handed over the helm to his first mate and struggled to get a hold of it as well. The ship rocked, churned and threw around its crew as if they were rag dolls. Gabriel barked orders to his crew as he attempted to wrangle everyone and everything back into order when suddenly he was knocked off of his feet and on to his back, Jesse had barely managed to regain his footing when he saw the man nearly thrown overboard.
It had happened so fast, Jesse had barely managed to grab the man's hand before he completely went overboard. The other crew members managed to tie down the danger to be repaired later, but the aftermath was questionable.
Jesse grimaced at the darkened bruised flesh, he knew that he would be chewed out and threatened by her when she found out what had happened.
"Stop making that face,"
"Reyes-" Jesse began.
"I don't want to hear it. What is done is done,"
Gabriel Reyes, their fearless captain to the Blackwatch, the Sun King's close and trusted friend. His savior in a way Jesse assumed.
"Yeah, but it ain't gonna stop me from thinkin' 'bout it," Jesse replied with a huff.
"Get over it," the man said as he watched a few members excitedly leave the ship, much too excited for their time to cause mischief and indulge in the sinful pleasures of their beloved port.
"Anyway, I don't want to see your ugly mug until we depart," Gabriel waved off the man as he disappeared into the Captain's Quarters. Jesse smirked at the man's dismissal, he knew it would be a matter of time before the man indulged himself in the Mistress of the Black market.
It took Jesse no time to weave through the crowded streets of the city, through the bodies that were pressed too close together that made the marketplace a street rat's pickpocketing heaven but Jesse knew better, he knew the streets like the back of his hand, years ago he was considered a street rat.
He had his favorite places at Gibraltar's port but one of his most cherished places in the entire port city delved in the seedy back streets, a building painted red and with a black door. He took a moment to slick back his hair and adjust his already baggy clothing before he reached for the door and stepped inside. As he closed the door behind him his senses were assaulted by various sickly sweet and exotic scents he never got used to, no matter how many times he visited the place.
Jesse looked at the scantily clad woman that leaned on the counter next to the door, papers were strewn about. Unamused, Jesse crossed his arms as he waited for the woman to say something to him, she took a quick glance at the man and continued to work on the papers in front of her.
"Jesse," she greeted him.
"Vanessa," Jesse nodded.
The normally bustling Crimson Castle brothel was quiet, it was still early in the day and had several hours left until it would be filled with men and women alike hungry for carnal pleasures they could afford and more.
"You're back..." Vanessa commented as she shifted the papers in front of her.
"Yeah, jus' for a day...ya know Reyes is a slave driver," Jesse chuckled.
"Sure...you could just leave you know," Vanessa said nonchalantly as she looked at him.
"How else am I gonna make a fortune? Besides, how else am I gonna make a fortune for her?" Jesse huffed.
"She's capable but...I will not argue with you. You can use the showers," Vanessa said as she went back to the papers. Jesse rolled his eyes at the woman's dismissal as he made his way to the showers.
"Thanks," Jesse scoffed as he made his way to the back of the building, the outdoor showers for the patrons that were rich enough to afford a few hours with one of the girls.
As Jesse entered the small stall he saw a small bucket, pumice stones, various exotic soaps, oils, dry rubs and more at his disposal. He knew that everything in the stall usually came with a price and would be placed in the stall after the person had paid a pretty coin to use it. He, on the other hand, had free reign to use what he pleased with in means.
With a smirk on his lips he quickly undressed and indulged in the spa-like treatment. Being out at sea for months at a time meant that luxuries like these were rare and he intended to enjoy every second of it.
After he was satisfied with his pampered shower and many appreciative words to Vanessa for the new and cleaned clothes she gave him, he made his way to the upper floors of the building.
As he made his way up the winding stairs the sweet scent of warm vanilla tickled at his nose followed by a tangy, balsamic, sweet and fruity aroma of blood orange. He continued until the scent engulfed him, he entered a small dimly lit room full of soft and sheer material that hung from the ceiling and around a large gathering of cushions, a bed.
No matter how many times Jesse came to her, no matter how many times he willingly followed her to bed the room always took him by surprise, but he focused in on his most beloved treasure that slept on the colorful cushions in the middle of the room.
Her warmth,
The soft caresses of the hands across his skin.
He needed it, he needed her.
After being at sea for nearly two months he needed to feel her in her hands, against him. He gently pushed through the sheer material to the sleeping woman surrounded by pools of royal blue silk sheets that nearly matched the color of her hair, already he could feel the excitement prickle at the nape of his neck.
She was one of the few reasons why he clamored off the ship and disappeared until the last possible moment.
Quietly he stood at the side of the ornately decorated cushion pile, her back was to the man, and normally she was a light sleep and would have caught wind of him as he entered her room. Perhaps it was luck more likely than chance.
He quickly undressed down to his underwear and slid underneath the blue sheets and slotted himself behind her.
"Moira sweetheart…I'm back," he whispered and kissed her shoulder.
"Mm…Jesse…" Moira murmured as turned slightly into the man's embrace. Jesse eagerly sought out her lips as he gently took her by the hip and rolled his hips. A soft moan slipped past her lips as she leaned back into the man's embrace, a hand gently pulled at his hair. A desperate groan rumbled in his throat as he pressed harder against her, his need for her.
He moved between her legs and took her lips once again as she pulled him to her, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails gently scratched at the man's back, pulled at his hair.
He was needy, he had been without for months, and had already planned to use every moment he had with her.
"Jesse…" she whined and gently pulled at his hair. A groan escaped from his lips, as he placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses along her neck, a hand greedily groped at her breast that slipped from her thin nightgown, all while his fingers worked her damp sex.
"I know, I know peaches," Jesse grunted.
He quickly freed himself as she pulled the man down into another kiss, he welcomed the woman's feverish eagerness and drank down the moans that bubbled in her throat. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist as he grounded his cock between her sopping folds.
"Oh fuck…" Jesse groaned his lips hovered over hers.
"Jesse-,"
Jesse looked down at the lithe woman underneath him, his whiskey-colored eyes locked in a heated gaze with her russet colored ones. The look, the rush of emotion that surrounded them, the look in her eyes was enough, enough to tell him that she loved him, that was he was doing was right, and she missed him even if she were to never utter the words to him.
"Moira…"Jesse whispered as he gently cupped her cheek.
"I love you," she whispered as she held his gaze. His breath caught in his throat for a second before he felt the press of her plush lips on his again.
"...I love you too," Jesse groaned.
Slow, inch by inch until the tight walls of her sex stretched and squeezed until he was completely buried, surrounded by fire and silk. Something he would never be able to get used, a feeling he would never wanted to be without. Their moans were consumed by the hungry and desperate kiss they shared. She tightened her legs around the man's waist, buried her hands in his thick shaggy hair as and wrapped her arms around the man's neck as he buried his face into the side of her neck.
Unhurriedly he pulled his hips from hers and repeated the slow movement, his hips dipped back into hers all to make sure that he felt the stretch and pulse of her walls around him, all to make sure that she felt every push and pull, his love for her. She moaned, sighed, cried out for him as the noises of their love filled the room.
A yelp shot from Moira's lips as she felt the shift in the man's pace change from the slow, sweet, deep measured love making thrusts to a more ravenous pace. Faster, harder, completely shameless he fucked her into the plush cushions. His thrusts unforgiving, needy and her cries for him, moans, whimpers, all of it fueled him to go harder, faster as he chased that familiar tight grip of her silken walls he ached for. His hips snapped against hers, the squelch of her sex the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, he continued his unforgiving, starved pace.
"Fuck," Jesse cursed as he gripped her hips, groped at the plush flesh of her ass as his hips steadily slammed into hers. Over and over her named spilled from his lips as he fucked her through her orgasm. A deep moan came from the back of his throat as he felt the woman's legs tighten around his waist and himself submitting to that familiar tight grip around his cock. His hips ground against hers as he spilled deep inside of her.
"Jesse," Moira moaned softly as her finger threaded through his hair as they basked in the afterglow.
"Moira…I fucking missed you so much," Jesse grunted into the side of her neck.
"I can tell…are you… leaving again?" Moira questioned softly. Jesse grunted as he used his forearms to balance his weight as he hovered over her.
"I…I can't lie…but yeah," Jesse replied as he watched her russet brown eyes look away from him.
"Hey…look at me," Jesse took her chin between his thumb and index fingers. She hesitantly turned her attention to him.
"Don'tchu worry about it…or me…I'm comin' back to you. No matter what," Jesse whispered. She was silent for a moment before she sighed and nodded.
"You better…," Moira scoffed.
"You know it sweetheart…and besides, I gotta put a ring on that pretty little finger of yours," Jesse smirked.
"You're so confident that I'll say yes," Moira smirked.
"I think you will…," Jesse replied softly as he pressed his lips to hers.
"If not...I think I have some prayin' to my goddess to do…" Jesse smirked.