A/N: I hope everyone liked the last chapter! I've been trying to continue writing despite some bumps in my life but here we come to the action most of you have been waiting for! I've been listening to the song Make Me Like You by Gwen Stefani and I think its been the main inspiration to help me write this scene, it just seems to fit the Captain and Mal's relationship. Such a good song, look it up if you haven't heard it yet. Anyway, on with the show!


I woke up early that morning to a loud banging on my hotel room door. I groaned in annoyance and groggily rolled myself off the bed, dragging the sheet with me as I had fallen asleep in my old lacy tank top and underwear, not having bothered to change into my pajamas. The banging increased to a frantic pace.

"Fuck, hang on!" I called, wrapping the sheet around my shoulders. Yawning I turned the knob and cracked the door open. Before I could say anything a hand slammed it open and I stumbled backwards in shock. Digger came marching inside looking positively livid, hair wild and clad in only his jeans and a white muscle shirt. His eyes bulged as he looked at me and he quickly slammed the door shut behind him.

"Geez, come right on in then," I said moving towards the sofa in the main living area.

"Did ya take it?" He growled. I blinked at him, it was far too early for this crap.

"Take what?" I asked sweetly while tugging the bed sheet farther up my shoulders but leaving a subtle gap where my cleavage peaked through. He almost seemed distracted for a moment before shaking his head and resuming his questioning.

"A certain special item a mine is suddenly missin' sheila," he said while moving towards me. I automatically moved a back a step bumping into the side of the sofa.

"Don't you hate it when things go missing," I replied with a light chuckle.

"Yeh, but I don't think it actually went missin," he said stepping closer and closer until I could feel his breath on my face. "I think someone' stole it."

I gulped and tried not to focus on the fact that his hot breath was now hitting my neck. Was I supposed to be scared or turned on?

"I don't think I havta ask ya twice darlin, where's Pinky?"

I couldn't help it, I let out an unladylike snort and immediately brought my hand over my mouth trying to stifle the giggles. Digger was practically seething now and just when I thought he was about to snap he simply let his glare fade and shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine then, I'll just tear the bloody place apart till I find it."

"Wait a damn minute, what makes you think I stole your stupid unicorn in the first place?!" I snapped back while blocking him as he tried to head towards the bedroom. Stopping him however, may as well have been like trying to stop a brick wall and the bed sheet around my shoulders slid off as I pushed my hands against his chest to no prevail.

"It's what you do darlin, you're like me," he grumbled while unintentionally dragging me along as he scoured the place. I watched as he furiously searched through the dresser in the bedroom before tossing the top drawer half way across the room. I winced as it landed with a loud crash and knocked over a lamp, thankful that I hadn't unpacked and it was still empty. Then he turned his attention to the nightstand by the bed.

"You"re getting warm," I told him with a weak smile. He looked up from his search and narrowed his eyes at me. I bit my lip and pointed to the bed. He swung around and scanned the mattress before finally spotting the barely noticeable pink horn sticking out from between the pillows. He snatched it out with a completely bewildered look.

"Not much of a hiding spot eh love?"

"I wasn't exactly hiding it," I admitted. He walked over to where I was standing at the doorway, clutching the stuffy to his chest.

"What were ya doin then darl?" He questioned, voice lowering.

"I...I didn't mean to steal it. I was more, sort of, well borrowing it. You know, something to snuggle with. I'm sorry!" At that point I was stuttering and my cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.

Boomerang looked down at the unicorn fondly, giving it a pet before our eyes met again. I was relieved to see he didn't look mad anymore, only curious. Then a cheeky grin split his face and he casually sauntered over to me. I looked up and shyly met his gaze as he towered over me.

"Ya got some nerve girl, stealing from ole captain. But I think I can forgive ya, on one circumstance," he said softly, tapping Pinky's horn on my nose.

"And what would that be?"

Digger leaned down and I could feel the scruff of his facial hair tickling my cheek. He was so close I could smell the signature scent of beer and a natural musk coming off his skin. His breath ghosted over my ear and I shivered.

"Next time ya need somethin ta snuggle with, come get me instead. I'll share Pinky with ya too." He moved away slowly till we were facing each other and our noses inches apart.

"Ya never need to steal from me love," he whispered, eyes drifting down to my lips. I felt like my body had gone completely numb except for a burning fire shooting along my veins. We had done this dance of teasing each other and in that moment I was absolutely dying to see what he would do next. I remained still, subconsciously licking my lips, hoping they weren't too dry. He shifted on his feet, and suddenly I realized with a shock he was pulling away! My brain clicked on, and with lightning reflexes my arms shot out and grabbed the sides of his face before he could get any further away. His eyes went wide with surprise but before he could get a word out I pulled his lips down to meet mine. There was only a moments pause and then he was frantically kissing me back, all the built up tension between us finally let loose in a mind shattering kiss. I looped my arms tightly around his shoulders and felt his hands cupping my ass as he easily lifted me up, my legs automatically latching around his waist. I was so caught up in the way his tongue caressed my own that I barely noticed as we tumbled onto the bed, the feel of his heavy body cradling mine making heat spread down south. I let out a tiny moan as he ran his hand along my bare leg, while letting his lips leave my mouth to start spreading open mouthed kisses along my neck.

"Christ sheila, ya drive me crazy," he groaned against my collarbone.

"If I knew this would be the outcome I would have stolen from you a long time ago," I panted, trying to focus as his hands wandered, all too aware that I was sans pants, wearing a simple pair of black panties.

"Aha, admittin' ya stole him now eh?" Digger said cheekily, pulling away to look at me. "I almost feel like ya just want me for my unicorn."

I smiled and reached over to where he had dropped Pinky on the bed. Digger eyed me oddly as I set the stuffy upright on one of the many pillows.

"Naw," I said wrapping my arms back around his neck. "But he's more than welcome to watch."

The Captain stared down at me in surprised awe for a moment, before he started grinning like a shot fox. I let out a loud string of giggles as he dove back in to attack my neck, nipping lightly.

"Get this off," I ordered, tugging at the hem of his wife beater. He quickly obliged, nearly ripping it off and I stared open mouthed at the true extent of his muscle. Despite the poorly done 'Mum' tattoo gracing one pectoral his body was truly a sight, and my hands reached up to run through the light dusting of hair I found there. I could see the smug question about to leave his lips but I beat him to it.

"Yes, I like what I see okay?" I said with a smirk. His thumb made circles along my thigh as he smiled down at me.

"Ya ain't so bad either love," he replied, leaning down to capture my lips once more. My whole body felt like it was frozen in time. Everything about him screamed bad boy, and I was falling for it hard. His manly scent mixed with the rough tickle of his facial hair against my cheeks made for a panty soaking combination. It felt as if we couldn't get enough of each other, my hands raked down his bare back as he settled himself snugly between my legs, kissing me with an urgency only a man out of prison could deliver. I trembled as his tongue forced it's way into my mouth and he groaned deep as my fingers traveled down his chest. It had been a very long time since I'd been with a man and I was desperate to take him right then and there. There was a small section of my brain that knew this was ludicrous, I barely knew the man and he was batshit insane, but even my brain had to shut down and throw caution to the wind when his hand found that sweet spot. His finger started sliding it's way up under the hem of my panties as I clutched desperately onto his short, messily cut hair, and I accidentally gave it a really good yank. He pulled away from my mouth laughing.

"Like it rough eh?"

"Shut up and don't you dare stop," I snapped back, leaning in to run my tongue along his neck. His shoulders shook in response and he gave me the naughtiest look as I pulled away.

"Use tha' tongue elsewhere and I'll give the sheila whatever she wants," he said, fingers continuing their journey. He had just stolen another desperate kiss from my mouth when the shittiest thing that ever could have happened did, a fierce knocking on the front door.

"Fuck off!" He shouted angrily, before trying to catch my lips again. I swatted at him and turned my head so he got my cheek instead.

"Get off you idiot, we can't get caught!" I hissed. He gave me one hell of a pout but with a dramatic sigh rolled off and grabbed his wife beater. I left him in the bedroom and hurried down the hall, grabbing the bed sheet that had been discarded on the floor during our previous engagement. I was just pulling it around my waist when the door literally burst open and who else but big brother Flag came rushing in. His eyes were wide and alert, but turned into confused slits when he saw me standing there, a look of complete bewilderment gracing my features.

"Mallory," he said slowly. "Are you okay?"

"Just peachy," I replied as confidently as I could. Rick eyed me warily and that's when I finally noticed the gun he held at his side.

"Good," he said with a nod. "Now where is he?"

"What? Who are you talking about? You're hilarious Rick, maybe you need some more sleep," I chuckled, trying my best to avoid his stare. He always knew when I was lying just by reading my eyes.

"My men went to check on that Aussie who calls himself Captain Boomerang this morning and found he wasn't there. They alerted me right away and I'd be more inclined to believe you Mallory if a very male voice hadn't answered when I knocked on your door. Or do you have a sore throat that's making you sound like an Australian man?"

I bit my lip and was about to answer when Rick suddenly raised his gun and I whipped around to see Digger standing there, looking extremely rumpled but absolutely beaming. He strolled up and wrapped his arm around me, completely ignoring the fact that my brother had a gun pointed at him.

"She ain't no bloke, that's for sure," the Captain said giving my brother a wink. I stared up at him in horror and twisted my head to see Rick looking positively murderous. He suddenly let out a shrill whistle and two guards barged into the room.

"Take him back to his room," my brother ordered sharply. Digger quickly leaned down to whisper in my ear as they came forward to grab him.

"Take care of Pinky eh love?"

I couldn't do anything but nod as he puckered his lips and sent an air kiss in my direction as the two guards tried to frog march him out of the room.

"G'day future brother in law," he said with a shit eating grin as he passed Rick. I slapped a hand over my mouth, partly in shock and partly so I wouldn't be caught laughing at my brothers horrified expression. As soon as they left me and Rick simply stood there staring at each other. I cleared my throat and hitched the bed sheet up higher.

"Don't suppose I could go get some pants on before the lecture starts?"

Rick's jaw tensed and he shook his head at me before marching straight out the door, letting it slam shut with a loud bang.

"G'day to you too!" I called after him, and a very satisfied smirk lit my face.