The Heart of the Bounty

A fanfiction

Chapter 11: Defining Her

I really miss being with a woman. The more I see Faye, the more this longing grows. The more the longing grows, the more I find myself attracted to Faye. Not that being attracted to her is a hard thing to do. Jet and I would both easily admit that she's attractive. We have, privately to one another. She really isn't like any other girl. She isn't like … Julia.

I finally remember her name after the struggle to recall my past. Although her name brings out clarity, I find that I can't reflect on her the way I have before. I only see scenes of the past; no faces, no events, nothing. Am I finally moving on?

I suppose I am. I jump on every opportunity to be with someone on the ship. Yes, even with Ed. And Ein. But most especially with Faye. She seems to be walking around the ship more; I still can't understand why she was nowhere to be easily found a few days ago. Was she hiding? Why would she?

She did seem nervous when we first conversed after the accident. It was … dare I say cute. She was twitching and wriggling her nose, and her eyes … those bold, bright, beautiful eyes … trapped me into an enchanting stare. I'm surprised she hasn't been with as many men as we had expected.

I look for ways for Faye to help me out. I wait till she comes around to ask for help with food, even if it means almost hitting complete starvation. I ask her to help me walk around a little, just so I get the ol' legs working. As we'd walk, I'll admit it. I am a guy, and I haven't been with a woman for a while. Like hell I'll ever be with Julia again, no matter how much I wanted it. No matter how much I may still want it, if that's even true anymore. My head hangs low a little when I drape my arm over her slender shoulder, and she pulls me in close enough for my head to almost touch hers. I look down her shirt, and I observe the curves of her almost overflowing breasts. I'm tempted to slide my arm down around her waist, and let my hand brush her thigh. When she looks up at me, I find myself beaming, and anxious. I glimpse once in a while at her lips. I burn with a desire to touch her, to navigate her body with my fingers.

My slow recovery doesn't phase me. It's about time it took a while for me to really get back on my feet. The more I am still in need of her help, the more I get to spend time with her the way I have been. I see Jet glance at us in confusion sometimes, especially when she helps me walk. I don't even care if he can see right through my act; I just want to feel Faye, to know her.

Two days after that first conversation, I lie in anguish. I'm not gonna lie; it really gets to you if you've been out of practice for over three years. I guess that's what was the major drive for my next move. Even though I don't see it, I know what echoing footsteps mark Faye's shower time. Her body has tempted me too much, and I've been in longing for much longer than the time I've spent with her. I take the plunge; I'm gonna try asking for assistance in the shower.

By now, my legs are more stable, much stronger. I scurry toward my room, which, thankfully, is in very close proximity to the common room. I shove down my pants and grab my towel to wrap around. If she is at all attracted to me, this might help convince her to allow me in. I half skip, half limp toward the bathroom. I see a sliver of light; the door isn't completely shut. It's almost as if she was able to predict that I would come in.

I open the door just as her panties slip off her waist and down her legs. I take a second to stare at her nakedness. Her body is so beautiful. It awakens my carnal instincts. I have to have her…

She turns around, and there isn't even a distinguishable startled look on her face. She gives me this stare … this sweet, almost seductive stare. As if she didn't care that I saw her naked (again!). Without turning her body to me, she asks, "Do you need something, Spike?"

I'm so tempted to tell her that what I need is her, but I keep my cool. I open the door enough to reveal my whole body to her. I stop the door with my left hand and hold up my towel with my right hand on my waist, putting on a cool, collected pose. "I still feel kinda weak and was, uh, wondering if you could help me with my shower?"

I flash a sly smile at her, and for the first time she really seems to welcome it. I enter the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Without even censoring her own nudity, she turns to face me. My mouth gapes open, still maintaining a pleased smile. My eyes are smiling, too, as I gaze upon her sweet eyes and down her beautifully defined features. The perkiness and firmness of her breasts, the indents in her abs, indicative of muscle, her slender and curved waist, those long, luscious legs… I absentmindedly drop my towel, and continue my awe-filled stare. As much as I want to touch her, I want to linger on this moment.

Her stare is unphased by my nakedness; her eyes remain on mine. We walk toward each other, and she reaches out for me first. She strokes down my arms, looking upon them as she absorbs the sensation. Her face remains unchanged as she catches a direct glimpse of the rest of my body. She looks up, now with a sense of eagerness added to her already enchanted stare. I wrap my arms around her waist to draw her in closer. Logic has escaped both our minds; we just let our instincts guide us.

I move my arms to rest on top of her buttocks so I could raise her up a little. I lower my head to meet hers, and press my lips against hers. Within an instant, both our lips open slightly, expanding the surface area of our kiss. Our lips slowly close, entrapping one another's lips in our mouths, and reopen with greater earnest. I open my palms to gently grip her cheeks, and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck. I think of nothing else but the joy of this feeling of having her beside me. I draw myself closer to her, and my arousal intensifies. I feel myself harden, and she does too; our tongues caress as the kiss prolongs. The moment I'm completely upright, Faye pushes herself up and wraps her legs around me. We both push our pelvises forward, like magnets pulling themselves to stick together. I easily slide inside her, and we both pause the kiss to let out sighs of pleasure. For a second, we both look into each other's eyes again. It's like we acknowledge what we're doing, and who we're with, and we have no regret in our faces.

As we kiss again, we both pull away from each other slightly. As we push into one another again, I feel a light bite on my lip. I smile, mid-kiss, as I pull away from her again. My tongue brushes against hers, taking in the taste of her. I begin walking toward the shower, reaching one hand to turn on the hot water. The shock of the water doesn't stop us; it serves to further heat the moment, the experience. I press Faye against the wall so that I'm the only one who has to push and pull; regardless, she persists the natural motion. Her legs gently push against my back, helping me keep the tempo she wants. I just want to please her. I always aim to please the woman; it pleases me just as much to be able to be this intimate and to have a woman direct it for me. That's how it was with her; but now, she didn't even matter anymore. I never once thought of the past times; all I can focus on was her, Faye. I could only focus on her soft sighs, her smooth, wet legs, the warmth I felt being inside her.

What was most striking about it all was how it all proceeded. I first entered with lust on the forefront of my mind. But as we made love, there was no animalistic lustful passion propelling us. We weren't forceful with one another, the way loveless sex goes. There was a depth to it. There was something deeper in the way Faye would look on me, the way she slowly would arch her back, the way she guided my hands to feel her body, the way we kissed. There was urgency, but there was greater passion.

And being in that shower was just cleansing. It was like rebirth. Rebirth from the terrible accidents. Rebirth from a prolonged attachment to the past. Rebirth of a relationship that seems more promising with every moment spent with her.

Even though we were only in there for fifteen minutes, time was suspended as we gently thrust ourselves into one another. I never wanted to stop, and from the way she gripped me tightly, kissed me sweetly, and slowly guided my motions, I don't think she did either.