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Summary A.U.- Rizzoli & Isles on the High Seas; set in the age of wooden ships, privateers, pirates, and buccaneers. This work was inspired by Romance Novels known as Bodice Rippers.

Chapter 10:

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Dover England, Carriage ride. Three Masts In The Moonlight.

"Fair is fair come closer and feel my er torso, my trunk. See if you can map out my ticklish spots." Maura giggled.

Jane mused. "Aye now, She is like Bergamot Orange, sweet to the nose. Yet more palatable once render into marmalade. Slowly now, I must move slowly to bring her to a boil for my touch. I need to allow her to lead me.

Jane blanched, then blushed at the blonde's invitation to map out her sensitive spots. The dark eyed woman, uncharacteristically was at a loss for words, she responded by moving away from the tempting woman.

Maura turned from Jane and peeked out the carriage window. The flaxen-haired woman beheld the golden moon and the clouds. Maura cast a look back at her companion.

"The moon and clouds are dancing. Come and see for yourself." the hazel-eyed enchantress remarked.

"Yes they are very lively, but my hair is lively as well. The slender black haired woman replied. She seemed to have regained her composure. The blush had faded from her cheeks. "

Jane fiddled with her braided hair, the flyaway locks becoming thick curls. A resigned huff escaped her lips, she released one braid from her hair combs. The lanky brunette deftly re-braided one long shaft of curls and positioned it into the silver and tortoiseshell hair fastener.

"Why is the name of the your ship Angelina? Maura ventured.

Jane replied "She is named for my Mother."

"Er, so your brigantine is docked on the leeward side or the windward side?" Maura asked.

Jane move closer to Maura and began to play with one of the cuffs of the blonde's pale green coat.

"She is berthed on the windward side. The company has been re-tarring the upper decks, and making repairs." The dark haired woman sighed.

Jane leisurely stroked the blonde's exposed wrist. She moved her hand to the cloth covered elbow and shoulder, slow gentle strokes from shoulder back to wrist. Then back. Jane eased the pale green jacket from Maura as she spoke. Folding the jacket over her carryall, Jane slide closer to Maura.

"Zio er Uncle thought it best to berth her away from the ships loading and unloading goods at the leeward side of the harbor. Look for a high riding three masks ship. The sails should all be reefed in new hemp and jute rope." Jane responded.

"Riding high. Did your company remove your Six-pounders?" Maura speculated.

Relieved of her over garment, the hazel-eyed blonde boldly looked into James eyes as she skimmed over the same path of Jane's caresses. She pulled both of Jane's hands to her shoulders. Jane readjusted her hands to Maura's midsection, and gently tugged the blonde into her lap. Maura now sat with her back to the brunette's front.

The lanky woman whispered softly into Maura's ear. "You are much learned in the ways of ships. We carry eight cannon, but have room for twenty. The spare cannon slips are used for long oars. Without the extra cannon we can draft away quicker from freebooters." Jane's fingers made unhurried swirls along the décolletage of Maura's bodice.

"I am fascinated by nautical undertakings. Has your company encountered marauders recently?" I thought rullocks were used for long oars? the flaxen-haired woman queried.

"Rullocks are built for the long oars, but the additional sailors to man them makes for a very crowded deck. The six-pounders crews do double duty. The crew mans the oars and the cannon when needed. Er, if I tell you all my pirate tales now, I will not be able to bore you to sleep with them."

Jane gave a rueful laugh then continued her languid ministrations.

"I will tell you what to expect at the Angelina. A skeleton crew is billeted there due to the refit. Mostly sprogs, with two old salts to keep an eye out. My room is on the aftcastle of the ship."

Maura theorized "Close to the stern, for privacy then."

Easing back against the wiry brunette, Maura placed her hands over Jane's. She guided the taller woman to her erogenous breasts, and nether territories.

"Yes, privacy, a sturdy door and hasp" the Italian woman murmured. "Sei incredibile. Sei bellissima. Che cosa desidero?"

Jane licked and sucked at the blonde's ear. Sliding her long slender fingers into petticoat, and finally drawers Jane felt the heat coming from the core of her temptress. Jane thought "Her cunny welcomes me with liquid warm honey."

"Jane, er Jane," Maura gasped out. "What are you saying?"

"Scusami" Jane responded, " Aye then in English, You're incredible, amazing, You're beautiful. What is your desire?"

Maura determinedly removed herself from Jane's lap. She readjusted her attire. Taking the taller woman's hands into her own. She gazed directly into Jane's eyes.

Speaking softly and firmly Maura explained. "I find you intelligent, charming, and compassionate. I want you to continue with mapping out my ticklish spots. I want to continue this behind a sturdy door and hasp. " Maura paused then resumed. Her voice thick with emotion.

"If you continue here and now I fear, I fear I will be unable to keep silent. I am enthralled by you."

"Come then, sit by the window, do not tantalize me with your lovely eyes, and touchable skin. Here take your jacket, open the flap and tell me about the stars in the sky."

Maura took her jacket and placed it over her bodice in a blanket like fashion. Opening the carriage window flap she surveyed the night sky. Locating the bright stars of Ursa Major.

"There is the Great Bear, Ursa Major. Do you see it Jane?" the blonde babbled.

"Yes dolcezza, I see." the lanky woman gave a mumbled reply.

"Awe Jane I think you are sweet as well." Maura confessed.

Jane rasped out. "I thought you did not understand Italian."

"When you spoke it I was being beguiled by your sweet attentions. Dolcezza my mind was unable to comprehend, and translate what you were saying but the emotion behind it has ensnared me. " the petite woman offered.

"Er Si, yes the Great Bear you say, in the sky. Tell me how he got there." Jane stuttered.

The brunette reached over the blonde's head to open the flap wider. Gazing outward she barked out

"Oh bellissima look yonder there is the Angelina, Do you see her three masts in the light of the moon."

RIRI

End Notes

Thank you to all who have read and commented. Once again any mistakes are my own.
Thanks to Colleen Thomas: although no longer with us, her stories are a joy to read.
Her guide on how to write a period piece inestimable.

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Zio: Uncle.-

Six-pounders - Cannons, a gun throwing a projectile of a specified weight.

Sprogs: raw, untrained recruits

Bilge Rat - (1) A rat living in the bilge of a ship. It is considered the lowliest creature by pirates, but many pirates take to eating the animals to survive. (2) An insulting name.

Cunny: Middle English slang term for vagina

Reef(ed) sails - To shorten the sails by partially tying them up, either to slow the ship or to keep a strong wind from putting too much strain on the masts.

Rullocks - The cutaway or notch on the side rail of the boat from which oars would pivot.

décolletage - a low neckline on a woman's dress or top. A woman's cleavage as revealed by a low neckline.