Authors Note: Proceed and read or go get the original at adultfanfiction.net. I still blame romance novels, late night programming, the internet, caffinated beverages, and my lack of a social life for this. But it was fun to write!
Summary: Umm, Maeve needs a shower, so she borrows Sinbad's.
by Barbara C.
Maeve, the captain thought as the water pounded down on him. She was so beautiful. So....
The captain's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a pair of hands; a pair of female hands, rubbing his chest. The hands were attached to a pair of arms that encircled his torso and belonged to a body standing behind him. He spat water and stepped out of the pulsing spray. Turning around he saw Maeve waiting expectantly for...something.
"Maeve!" He quickly attempted to cover himself with his hands.
"Aren't you going to invite me to shower?"
Oh, boy, he was in trouble. A naked goddess stood before him and soon his hands would not be able to cover himself properly, or enough anyway. "Well?" she asked calmly. Sinbad could only gulp.
Her heart was racing, beating at a million times its regular rate. She couldn't run now, if she did, Maeve decided, she would never ever be able to face Sinbad again. What if he turned her down? Oh, the humiliation! She shouldn't have done this, she shouldn't have made herself so vulnerable, she shouldn't have.... Dear God! He was staring at her the way a deer stares at a hunter before his arrow flies. No, she would not just never see him again. She would kill herself, fling her body from the highest cliff and let it crash on the rocks below. Why was she stepping forward? No, go back! Run, her mind commanded of her body.
She took another step forward. Sinbad gulped again. This was a dream it wasn't happening. It wasn't... "Ohhhhh," he groaned as her fingers began to trace the indents in his chest.
What was she doing?! She should be half way home by now; Eire, not the Nomad. Lord, he felt good. Maybe she wouldn't run after all. Maybe she'd stay a bit and see what developed. Yeah, she decided as her tongue soon traced the path that her fingers did.
Her tongue licked down his chest past his nipples, past his belly button to his groin. "Oh..." Sinbad let out a strangled groan. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Female intuition?" she said rising to stand eye to eye, or better, mouth to mouth with him.
Neither was certain of the situation, but as certain as they stood in this pool under this waterfall, they both wanted whatever came next. Tongues clashed, hands clutched and groped, the feelings they both felt were too intense for words to describe. They knew it. They felt it. This was meant to be.
Drenched from the spray of the waterfall, they made their way to the edge of the pool, never once letting go of the other. A smooth patch of sand welcomed their bodies. In the fevered heat of foreplay, Sinbad somehow managed to gracefully lay his lover on the sand. He lay down beside her.
Gently their mouths locked yet again. Their hands explored and their bodies writhed in anticipation. Soon the time was upon them. Sinbad pulled back from Maeve, his body looming over hers. His eyes gazed questioningly into hers. "Are you sure?" Biting her lip, she nodded. Sinbad was about to move when a question caught at the back of his mind and stormed forward. "Maeve? Have you ever…?"
The sorceress's eyes widened for a fraction of a moment then she shook her head slightly. Embarrassment at her inexperience tinted her cheeks red with blush. She looked away from her lover. Sinbad's hands came up to frame her face. He nudged her head so she would look at him. "Don't be embarrassed." He leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about." He placed a gentle kiss on each of her eyes. "It's natural." He kissed her nose, "Very natural."
Soon, their moans filled the grotto. After that, their rapturous cries echoed throughout the small clearing, muffled by the noise of waterfall, of course. It was over, a miraculous though taboo act. Minutes, hours, even days could have passed by and in their pleasure soaked haze neither cared.
Completion, they both thought as they came down from their highs. Sinbad laid beside Maeve, keeping his arms around his love. It was several minutes before either one could move; and several more before either wanted to move.
"I have sand in places I didn't know I had and my hair is still disgusting," Maeve commented as she rested her head on Sinbad's chest.
"But it was worth the sand wasn't it?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Sinbad regretted them. He shouldn't push her so soon.
Maeve giggled "yes" moments later causing her lover to sigh in relief. "What was that?" she asked.
"What?"
"That, 'hhhhhh'," she imitated his sigh.
"That, my dear sorceress, was the sweat sticking the sand to my back and your 'disgusting hair' to my front."
After a lengthy pause Maeve asked, "Shower time?"
"Shower time," Sinbad agreed.
Unwillingly the two got up. He followed her into the pool. When Maeve turned around he saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew cleaning would be as fun as play time had been.
Ginning the captain picked her up. After jogging a couple of steps he threw her into a deeper section of the small pool. She shrieked all the way in.
Surfacing and sputtering she splashed toward Sinbad intent on doing something just as exasperating to him. When she got there, however, a surprising kiss greeted her.
A long time later, after they were both scrubbed clean, and exhausted from doing so, Sinbad quietly commented to Maeve. "You're all wet."
Humor apparent in her voice she commented, "Why don't you help dry me off?"
"Gladly."
A severly neutered though, at least R rated version. But now you have the complete story. :) I hope you enjoyed it.