Ash's head was reeling despite the soft landing face first onto the bed. "What the hell, you-ARHG!" She cried out suddenly as the uniform disappeared as well, landing with a soft thud onto the floor. Left in her underwear, she trembled from the abrupt chill. The bed creaked slightly, and she looked over her shoulder to see him climbing up after her. Lust burned in his eyes as he chuckled softly.
"That's what you get for impersonating a crewman," he teased as he kissed along her shoulders. Her face burned at the reminder, and she buried her face into the pillow with murderous grumblings. His lips wandered to bury into her soft neck, making sure to breathe deeply to drink in her sweet scent. She flinched with a giggle as his small beard tickled such a sensitive part.
She felt him straddle her backside with a noticeably eager bulge rising between his legs. She arched into him, earning a faint grunt from him that was music to her ears. She turned her face back towards him. "What was that about pirates not being selfish?" She grinned as she raised her chin to kiss him.
"I never said I wasn't selfish," he said he tasted her mouth in turn. It wasn't so much a kiss as it was a sweet sampling. As hungry as he was, he was much better at pacing himself than she was. What's the fun of jumping straight to dessert first? Savoring the previous courses just increased the anticipation for the final event. "And when it comes to you, I'm the worst," he growled as he flipped her over onto her back. "I won't share you with anyone else." He declared in all seriousness.
She was surprised to hear him freely admit it and her eyes narrowed angrily for a moment. "I'm not yours!"
He smirked at her statement. "That's not what I said, now was it?" He turned her chin to the side to nibble on her earlobe. "I'm not the first lover to have you," he whispered. "But I'll be the one you compare the rest to afterwards."
What an ego! She squeaked in protest. "Why you little-!"
With a flick of his wrist, he turned her chin back towards him and silenced her with a deep kiss. Her chest swelled angrily but not for long. She tasted as tantalizing as ever and he meant to savor every inch. His lips traveled down her soft neck and continued to wander. She blushed as she watched his face bury briefly in her cleavage. There was a playfulness about his exploration that was rather sweet. She was surprised that he wasn't content to linger long before continuing to travel along her torso, sucking softly along her skin. It tickled and made her squirm a little awkwardly. What was he doing, where was he going? He parted her legs as he settled in-between her thighs, leaning in while his gaze smoldered when he noticed her watching warily.
She blushed as she pushed back against his head, grabbing a fistful of his wiry hair. "Wait, what are you-?"
His lips applied pressure to the outside of her panties, his tongue moved in a circular motion that made her begin to wet. Her arousal began to lower her natural inhibition and her grip on his hair began to relax as she moaned. His fingertips spread along her clothed slit, poking in for a tease. When he at last raised his head, she was breathless. "Am I wrong?" He gently challenged as he raised himself to kneel over her again. "Have you had better?" He smirked in smug satisfaction.
"Just shut up," she said as she grabbed his face and pulled him back down for another satisfying kiss. He tasted like the sweetest wine. They twisted together beneath the sheets, grasping with greedy fingers at buttons, zips, and clasps, until nothing stood between them. Skin to skin now, with hot, searing kisses feverishly spread all over. She was uncharacteristically submissive to his dominant style. Even the thought of challenging him for power was swallowed up in her desire to be so pampered and spoiled. He savored her body like a priceless treasure, polishing and smoothing every soft curve and exploring every crevice.
Her fingertips ran along the tattoo on his chest. Tracing the flame pattern along his collar bone lit a fire within him. He caught hold of her hand and kissed along her wrist. He suddenly had that wild idea of giving her a tattoo there. Something of his own design, just for him to nibble on. "I take it back," he groaned possessively. "I won't share you at all."
She giggled at that, both at his declaration and at his nerve. "Well that's hardly surprising." She said dryly. "They do call you Dr. Heart Stealer, after all.
"What use to me is a stolen heart?" He gently scoffed as his lips traveled down to her breast. Her cheeks grew pink. Could he feel it pounding hard? "Why not just…instead…?" His voice faded as he grew more amorous again. But it wasn't so much that as he couldn't bring himself to ask for it. To ask was too direct. He would much rather she stay and give it willingly. But that was asking the impossible, truly, and he wasn't foolish enough to ask.
Just what? She thought vaguely in the back of her mind. What was he about to say just then? Was he asking her to reconsider his offer? Stay here? Serve him faithfully by day and share secrets in his bed at night? Honestly, that didn't sound so terrible right now.
He moved to lay beside her, pulling her back against him. With a swift adjustment, he thrust in between her thighs, keeping a firm hand on them to keep her from spreading them open as she wished to. She moaned softly as he went in and out, his great length was soon slick from her swollen pussy. She tried to take hold of it, but he kept pulling it out of her reach. He did pause for a moment for her to give it a squeeze and a tender twist. He felt a swell of pleasure at her expert touch and slowed down so she could do it some more. After all, he wasn't feeling quite so selfless this time. But her breath was catching in her throat, he could tell she was close to climaxing, and he couldn't have that yet. Two more selfish thrusts and he held still, leaving her twitching for more. He tenderly brushed her hair aside. "I love you Ash," he whispered with a kiss to her neck.
She froze at that. What…was that? WHAT did he say?
"I love you," he repeated along at the length of her shoulder.
"Shut up!" She snapped. "Sex is just a game we play, pretending that-"
He pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. He pulled her hips back against him as he slipped in between her legs again. This angle of thrust applied more pressure to her clit than before. Her thighs trembled as his hips rocked slowly, deeply. "I…have never pretended," he groaned into her shoulder.
She gasped at that, marveling at the implication. Did he mean it? Truly?
His one hand moved up to fondle her breasts again. "I have wanted you to join my crew since Stormfall Peaks," he said, referring to a mission two years ago. "And…" his mouth now massaged along her spine. "I have loved you long before that."
She bristled at his words even as her legs greedily split open. His hand moved to adjust himself, moving along her slippery slit.
"Don't lie-I mean tease me like that," she stumbled on her words as her feelings were all mixed up now.
"You're calling me a liar?" He sounded amused by that. "And sex is just a game?" He challenged further. He sat back and took hold of her arm, pulling her up towards him. She blushed uneasily, wary of his intentions now. He took her face into his hands and kissed her nose. "And what of the players?" He asked softly as his eyes simmered a soothing shade of sunset. "You're not as good as you think you are, you're not heartless enough to fake through it."
She glared for a moment but couldn't hold his gaze for long. "And neither am I," he confessed. "So I don't." He kissed her mouth again, soft pressure until he felt her relax against him once more. He could sense her confusion between what she wanted and what she thought she wanted. She wanted to be loved but it was taboo to speak of it. To make love without feeling it, what a foolish notion. But here, now, in the solitude of his bedroom, he would share his feelings. Knowing full well that she would reject, refuse, and deny any sense of reciprocation. That would have to be enough for him. He had heavy regrets already but at least she would not be one of them.
He pressed her back into his bed, tempting and teasing her again as before. She wet so easily, so greedily against him, spreading her legs wide. He adjusted himself and sank deep inside, slow enough to make her groan. He swelled within her, just as greedily, but he clearly took his time with slow, intense thrusts. Her hips rocked in time with his own. Her hand moved up to muffle a moan, but he wouldn't have that. He couldn't bear the thought of her holding anything back.
He lowered himself down to his elbows, moving her hand aside. "I love you Ash," he whispered.
She frowned irritably. "Not that again," she grumbled.
"Oh yes, over and over and over again," he said as he nuzzled against her cheek where he placed playful kisses. "Until you never forget it."
She blushed deeply but it was hard to be angry when she craved his attention every bit as much as his touch. He was as stingy with his words too. She closed her eyes as she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Yes, she was still angry with him, and they'd have to finish their earlier argument. And yes, painfully, she had to admit that she should leave in the end. How could she ever call him Captain with a straight face after sharing his bed so often? A subordinate knows better than to get this personal. And yet…his hips began to grind in a circular motion, gently swaying like a slow dance. She opened her eyes to see his golden ones glowing down at her, like midnight stars. He panted softly with the effort of restraining himself. It felt so heavenly good, but he wouldn't finish before she did. She'd gone quiet, real quiet, as she gazed up at him with a pensive expression he couldn't quite read. What was going on?
Her eyes began to sparkle in turn. "Law…I…" she swallowed hard. "I…"
His heart swelled within his chest. She was going to say it! But the struggle was formidable, and he couldn't bear to see it. He seized her mouth once again for another passionate kiss. He knew that it was too soon, she still wasn't quite ready to accept her own feelings. But the fact that she tried, made him happier than he'd ever been.
She suddenly orgasmed; a fluttery, pleasurable squeeze of release. She groaned against his lips, a soft breath of escape. Her thighs trembled slightly as her body began to relax in its afterglow. He was careful to not jar her so much as her body would become more sensitive now. He moved down to kiss along her soft neck, sucking tenderly. "Are you ready for me?" He gently challenged. His balls felt fit to bursting but this was worth waiting for.
She nodded. "Yes…" she whispered in a breathless tone.
"Then say my name again," he continued as he raised his head to make eye contact once again. "Fuck titles while I fuck you." He grinned that devilish grin that made her heart skip a beat.
She felt silly obliging but every time she said it, his thrusts grew more eager. His lustful eyes gleamed in anticipation of such release. She wanted that too, to know that he craved no other woman in this world. With one final thrust, he growled low in his throat in satisfaction. She felt the pulsing rush as he pumped deep inside her. His eyes fluttered closed in such euphoria. He was startled for a moment when she took hold of his face in her hands, and he stared in surprise.
"I want to see your pleasure too," She grinned as she teased.
He smiled at that as he kissed her nose. He lowered himself, shifting slightly to the side so he wasn't putting his full weight on her. He spilled out a little as he slipped out. He kissed her tenderly as he rested his hand against her abdomen. Summoning a small room in the palm of his hand, he extracted the semen he had just deposited. He wasn't ready to become a father, just yet. Though the thought of her carrying his child was rather thrilling. Maybe someday…
She giggled softly as she kissed him back. "Now, as I was saying before you distracted me."
"Not yet," he groaned as his hand sifted through her long hair. He wasn't ready for reality to interrupt just yet. She didn't fight him on this, thankfully, and for a few minutes more they nestled together in silence. Each soft caress, gentle nibble, and tender kiss felt just as passionate as the lustful start had been.
"I'm sorry, Ash," he reluctantly said at its end. He sat up, his back to her now, as he retrieved his shirt from the floor. "But don't worry about the bounty, I'll take care of it." He said resolutely as he buttoned up his shirt.
She frowned suspiciously. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll get it retracted so that it doesn't interfere with your business." He said as he pulled his jeans back on. "Though you should keep a low profile until the dust settles."
"And why would they do that?" She huffed impatiently. Did he really think the Marines would admit to making a mistake? She looked around for a moment before scowling. "I still don't have any clothes in here! What am I-?"
He raised his hand to create a room that extended past his own. With a flick of his wrist he summoned a set of her own, which landed on her lap.
"Hurry up and get dressed," he said firmly. "You can still catch the Sea Train in Caelfall Pass if you leave in the next ten minutes."
"We're already there?" She asked in surprise as she scrambled to comply.
He shook his head. "No, I had to make a slight detour, but Shirazuki will escort you safely there." He reached out to pull her into a one-arm hug. She stiffened in surprise as he placed a kiss on top of her head. "This is goodbye Ash, for the last time. I won't seek you out again." His voice caught slightly in his throat he as braced himself. Goodbye was a part of life, and he'd given countless ones. But that never made it any easier, especially when this was one he'd never wanted to give. There was so much he wanted to say, so much left to say, but even now he still couldn't bring himself to.
She tried to push back against him. "Now hold on!" She protested. She wasn't ready to say goodbye and leave this all behind.
"But I will be keeping this," he said smoothly as he removed her bra via Shambles. He nibbled a bit on its lacy trim. "As a souvenir." He grinned at her thunderous expression and flicked his wrist once again to send her to the docking bay where Shirazuki was waiting. He chuckled softly as he could well imagine the furious scene that was sure to follow.
He gave the garment a soft kiss, enjoying how her distinct scent was mingled with that of the Polar Tang. He tossed it onto his bed before turning away. Hardening his heart, it was back to business as usual now.
