A/N: A teeny little lightly T-rated pirate!lock fic for Writingwife83, who was having a Bad Day. Enjoy!
"You could have died!"
Captain Margaret "Mad Molly" Hooper pulled a face. "Pfft, no I couldn't have." She gave her First Mate a cheeky grin. "Indestructible, remember?"
Much to her shock, he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her - literally shook her! - like a small child being reprimanded by their nursery-maid. "You could have died!" Sherlock bellowed at her, uncaring of who might be listening. They were stood on the poop-deck, and Stamford, her able helmsman, was not five feet away from them, not even having to strain his ears at this point although a quick glance showed her that he'd discreetly turned his head away, as if watching for something just off the ship's bow.
The ship - HER ship, the Maiden Voyage as she'd cheekily named her - was sadly limping along after their recent run-in with the HMS Experiment. The fact that it was the frigate from which Sherlock had originally jumped ship two years ago to join her crew - and was currently captained by his staunchly by-the-book elder brother, Mycroft - had to be the reason he was acting so bloody unreasonable about her near-miss at the business end of a pistol.
At least, so she believed, right up until the moment Sherlock stopped shaking her and swooped in to press a ferocious kiss against her half-parted lips. She made a muffled gasp of surprise; when he started to pull back, she reached up, grabbed his shirt in both hands, and yanked him closer.
This kiss was even more ferocious than the first, now that it included her full and enthusiastic participation. When they eventually pulled apart, she garbled out some order to Stamford about keeping an eye on things, grabbed Holmes firmly by the hand, and strode quite determinedly to her cabin.
After that tempestuous, wonderful first night together, she announced her decision to rename her ship. "After all," she pointed out to Sherlock with a grin, "you'll have to agree it no longer suits!"