[now the R part starts - sensuous content!]
Learning
Back on the Arctic Warrior, Murphy decided it would be best to go to sleep really soon. They would need all their strength tomorrow, he told them. They had walked around the ship and found nothing. But they knew that they had to fix the rudder and the breach in the hull that made the ship sink slowly. Murphy was not willing to let go of the ship, because it contained the answer to this riddle and mystery that he could not grasp.
Ceilí saw that Munder was nodding drowsily and half sleep-walked to his room. he didn't notice that Dodge wasn't coming with him. Greer had been the first to leave and Epps and Murphy now decided to go, too. Ferriman who had been outside watching the ocean liner had disappeared, they assumed he had already gone to sleep. Santos, hardly being able to leave his work, muttered and left.
Ceilí and Dodge soon were all alone.
"I heard you last night. You were talking in your sleep." Ceilí said when she caught him alone.
Dodge, sitting on the couch, grew crimson red. "Really..." he muttered.
"Yeah..." Was there a mocking tone in her voice? "I also heard you the nights that we spent together in one room. I didn't dare to tell you then, because I didn't know what to make of it. Now I know..."
Dodge looked at her, she was smiling. 'Oh my good, she must have seen me with a woody.' he thought. And when she now stood up to come over to him, he had problems to keep his breathing on a normal level. She wore only a shirt, which didn't hide much of her long legs. His eyes were tied to her body, although he tried to wrench his gaze away. When she walked, he could see some traces of her underwear.
"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was a faint as the whispering winds outside. Dodge could only nod, gulping down the amount of saliva that had been in his mouth since she stood up.
Ceilí smiled and came even closer, almost touching him, when she now reached out with her hand. Dodge took it and pulled her close onto his lap. When she rested her head against his shoulder, she spoke again.
"Last night...you weren't asleep, were you?"
"Well..." Dodge didn't know what to say.
"I know. You don't need to explain. "I may be this wise-cracking street kid but I know what it was that you dreamt about. And I can tell you one thing, I dream about this, too."
Dodge turned his head to kiss her. But before that he met her eyes. There he found a passion that he had never seen before, and a sparkle that made him shiver.
She stood, grasped for his blond hair. Drowsily he stood up, too and glared at her.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure..." she breathed and directed him towards the table that was standing in the middle of the room. "What is it?"
"Is Ceilí your real name?"
The girl laughed. "Are names so important?"
"No...but...I was curious...You don't need to answer."
"I grew up as an orphan in a family that never cared much about me, so I never cared much about them. I always refused to have myself associated with the name this family..." She pulled up his shirt and shoved it over his head.
In the moment of blindness, Dodge felt her hands on his chest, wandering down to the sleeve of his jeans, softly stroking over the bulge of his erection, making him choke. He freed himself from the cotton shirt and backed away one or two steps to catch his breath. She looked down at his chest and there was an amazement to be seen in her eyes that made him feel happy that he had done workout lately.
"I was married, did you know that? This horror trip lasted less than one year, and felt like 10...You're so not chest out, not the usual macho-guy..." she whispered.
"I am sorry..." he whispered. He hadn't known anything about her history, yet he was kind of shocked to find out about her past.
"Don't be! It was my own fault, I am not gonna make it again. This is here and now..." Her voice grew faint and quiet. Looking up to him, she reached around his neck and pulled him close. With one hand she held him close, the other hand trailed down his stomach and into his pants, undoing the buttons to push them down. He helped her and stepped out of them, pushing her onto the table. In frenzy he tore at her shirt and almost ripped it into half, freeing her breasts and tightened nipples. Another moan came through her mouth and she threw her head back, enjoying the touch of Dodge's skilled hand. She now was lying on the table, Dodge on top of her, softly kissing every inch of her skin. With her hands she tried to pull him closer and he followed her urging willingly. As if caught in the current, he pulled her against his erected body, kissing her roughly. She did not fight his exploring hands and did not hold him back when he fumbled on her slip. A harsh breath escaped her mouth when he pulled her panties down, letting his hands trail along the insides of her legs. There he found a heat that made his mind dizzy and when he moved his hand a little higher, he felt a sweet dampness and knew that she was ready.
Learning
Back on the Arctic Warrior, Murphy decided it would be best to go to sleep really soon. They would need all their strength tomorrow, he told them. They had walked around the ship and found nothing. But they knew that they had to fix the rudder and the breach in the hull that made the ship sink slowly. Murphy was not willing to let go of the ship, because it contained the answer to this riddle and mystery that he could not grasp.
Ceilí saw that Munder was nodding drowsily and half sleep-walked to his room. he didn't notice that Dodge wasn't coming with him. Greer had been the first to leave and Epps and Murphy now decided to go, too. Ferriman who had been outside watching the ocean liner had disappeared, they assumed he had already gone to sleep. Santos, hardly being able to leave his work, muttered and left.
Ceilí and Dodge soon were all alone.
"I heard you last night. You were talking in your sleep." Ceilí said when she caught him alone.
Dodge, sitting on the couch, grew crimson red. "Really..." he muttered.
"Yeah..." Was there a mocking tone in her voice? "I also heard you the nights that we spent together in one room. I didn't dare to tell you then, because I didn't know what to make of it. Now I know..."
Dodge looked at her, she was smiling. 'Oh my good, she must have seen me with a woody.' he thought. And when she now stood up to come over to him, he had problems to keep his breathing on a normal level. She wore only a shirt, which didn't hide much of her long legs. His eyes were tied to her body, although he tried to wrench his gaze away. When she walked, he could see some traces of her underwear.
"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was a faint as the whispering winds outside. Dodge could only nod, gulping down the amount of saliva that had been in his mouth since she stood up.
Ceilí smiled and came even closer, almost touching him, when she now reached out with her hand. Dodge took it and pulled her close onto his lap. When she rested her head against his shoulder, she spoke again.
"Last night...you weren't asleep, were you?"
"Well..." Dodge didn't know what to say.
"I know. You don't need to explain. "I may be this wise-cracking street kid but I know what it was that you dreamt about. And I can tell you one thing, I dream about this, too."
Dodge turned his head to kiss her. But before that he met her eyes. There he found a passion that he had never seen before, and a sparkle that made him shiver.
She stood, grasped for his blond hair. Drowsily he stood up, too and glared at her.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure..." she breathed and directed him towards the table that was standing in the middle of the room. "What is it?"
"Is Ceilí your real name?"
The girl laughed. "Are names so important?"
"No...but...I was curious...You don't need to answer."
"I grew up as an orphan in a family that never cared much about me, so I never cared much about them. I always refused to have myself associated with the name this family..." She pulled up his shirt and shoved it over his head.
In the moment of blindness, Dodge felt her hands on his chest, wandering down to the sleeve of his jeans, softly stroking over the bulge of his erection, making him choke. He freed himself from the cotton shirt and backed away one or two steps to catch his breath. She looked down at his chest and there was an amazement to be seen in her eyes that made him feel happy that he had done workout lately.
"I was married, did you know that? This horror trip lasted less than one year, and felt like 10...You're so not chest out, not the usual macho-guy..." she whispered.
"I am sorry..." he whispered. He hadn't known anything about her history, yet he was kind of shocked to find out about her past.
"Don't be! It was my own fault, I am not gonna make it again. This is here and now..." Her voice grew faint and quiet. Looking up to him, she reached around his neck and pulled him close. With one hand she held him close, the other hand trailed down his stomach and into his pants, undoing the buttons to push them down. He helped her and stepped out of them, pushing her onto the table. In frenzy he tore at her shirt and almost ripped it into half, freeing her breasts and tightened nipples. Another moan came through her mouth and she threw her head back, enjoying the touch of Dodge's skilled hand. She now was lying on the table, Dodge on top of her, softly kissing every inch of her skin. With her hands she tried to pull him closer and he followed her urging willingly. As if caught in the current, he pulled her against his erected body, kissing her roughly. She did not fight his exploring hands and did not hold him back when he fumbled on her slip. A harsh breath escaped her mouth when he pulled her panties down, letting his hands trail along the insides of her legs. There he found a heat that made his mind dizzy and when he moved his hand a little higher, he felt a sweet dampness and knew that she was ready.