Disclaimer- They aren't mine but I don't care seeing as how Twig's descriptions were based on my own boyfriend. My reviewers are my heroes to be honest.
A/N- I'm an update junkie. Deal with it. This has some HEAVY ADULT content as does the next chapter. Please don't read if you can't deal with it or are under 15, thank you. I will NOT be placing any disclaimer or warnings at the beginning of the next chapter as I don't wish to ruin the fluidity, so this is a warning. It has very mature ( but beautiful) content.
It was pitch black in her room and Maugin had only her own breathing to listen to.
How foolish she had been earlier.
How stupid and naïve the Captain must think she was now.
She listened intently at the wall, hoping to hear him breathing softly, that at least would be some comfort but she heard nothing and so was resigned to her misery.
"Little fool…little coward…" she cursed herself quietly.
Allowing her mind to stray, she recalled the Captain's face from earlier, how beautiful it had been, young yet wise, inviting yet somehow forbidding…her stomach burned with a strange sensation she knew now must be the lust that Cloud Wolf's young wife Maris had once told her about when she had been on the Edge eleven years.
"A young age to learn or even imagine what lust or love is but better to know now than never at all." Maris had said to her while leaning back in the round chair and stroking her round stomach, her womb filled with child.
How might it feel to have Twig near her, to feel his warm breath on her lips, to kiss her lips with his and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling their bodies together, as close as entwining saplings. To feel the heat and the coiled muscles beneath his clothes and the soft hot skin beneath them when he was naked…to have him run his hands up her body, under her dress, between her thighs, over her breasts…
Maugin swallowed and crossed her legs tightly to blot out the burning wetness between them. She felt guilty. Was it normal to feel like this? Was it allowed?
A sudden sharp creak caused her to sit upright in her make-shift bed and her heart stilled in fear.
Who was there?
A tall figure stood in the doorway, leaning against the rotted wood of the doorframe, its lean figure clouded by a loose fitting shirt that had ruffles on the cuffs and neck…
Maugin could hardly breathe.
"T-Twig…?" she questioned fearfully. The figure turned its head toward her, curls sticking up slightly around its face. It came inside the door then closed the door quietly.
"Maugin…its just me. I-I came to talk. I couldn't sleep."
Twig's soft voice reassured her but also at the same time, left ripples of lust to lap at her skin. He edged toward her slowly and Maugin bent up her knees so that he might sit on the bed.
"Neither can I Twig. What's wrong?"
She could see him more clearly now, his face, hands, body…he shook his head a little.
"Earlier on…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- to push you into anything. But I came to tell you it wasn't the woodgrog speaking Maugin…"
She smiled to herself and reached out a hand. His arm was freezing, he had clearly been outside and he jumped a little at her touch.
"You're freezing, Twig," she said, her voice concerned and soft through the gloom.
"I know…I should go…sorry to wake you Maugin-"
"-Wait…stay here a little. You can lie with me, we're fellow ship mates after all, and friends help one another, the least I can do is to keep you warm Twig."
He smiled gratefully and came towards the heap of sails on the floor. Maugin lifted the top sail she was lying under a little and Twig slipped in beside her.
There wasn't much room and Twig lay face to face with Maugin, their noses almost touching and her knees against his thighs. The touch of her burning skin through the thin fabric of her slip was almost too much to bear and he closed his eyes, willing the swelling between his legs to stop.
Maugin watched him, his long lashes splayed out on his cheeks and his bottom lip caught in his even, white teeth. A wave of hair lay on his forehead and she reached forward to brush it away.
At her touch across his brow, Twig's eyes snapped open and stared at her.
"I-I was just moving the curl...though it looked fine there…or you might have wanted it off your face…either way I-"
She stopped, feeling a completely idiot, babbling on about his curls. He smiled and shifted his arm a little so that it barely touched hers. To his surprise, her shoulder was quite cool.
"You're cold Maugin. May I…?"
He lifted his arm a little and raised his eyebrow questioningly, asking with his eyes whether she would allow him to pull her closer and hold her.
His question was answered when Maugin moved closer so that their chests were touching and allowed him to drape his arm over her, just below her ribs.
Her soft full breasts pressed into his muscled chest every time she breathed in or out and soon, Twig had to close his eyes again to compose himself. Her body heat beneath the fabric was warming his arm and, if he tried- which he wouldn't he told himself sharply- he could just feel her nipples on his chest, a little pert from the slight cold. He bit his lip until blood came but knew it was useless. His pants had become terribly confining and his arousal strained to be free. He reached down to loosen his belt, but to his horror, Maugin moved closer into him and her sleepy eyes opened wide in shock at the hard lump pressing into the top of her thigh.
"I-I-I don't know what to say, I'm sorry Maugin, the warmth…you, y-you…I-I can't help it!"
She giggled a little and stayed smiling; her body still close to his. Slowly she reached down and brushed her fingers over his tight pants and his almost-painful arousal.
He gasped sharply and she snatched her hand away as if she had burnt him.
"I-I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
Twig shook his head, his lip caught between his teeth again.
"N-No…it felt good. Amazing, Maugin," he whispered, his voice rasping slightly with lust and desire and the need to have Maugin right now.
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