Fareeha sat with her knees pulled up, a book tucked at her midsection and resting back against her thighs by the light of a lantern that was brought down by Captain Morrison earlier to offer her enough light to continue whatever activities she could with only a single free hand. With a pile of books, she hadn't an issue continuing along in kind, leaving her quietly passing the time down here. She turned her head to examine her crate, leaning over to grab a small pouch of crisps and gingerly opening them before resting them by her side, alternating her hand between her book at taking a bite to eat every so often.

The lantern light flickered calmly throughout the hold as her eyes slowly wavered down the page as she read, the words acting more along the lines of her own escapism even more so now that she found herself imprisoned, more or less, down here in the dank hold of a ship. Even if she understood she had it better than most any other similar circumstances, it still slightly annoyed her to be caged, and the constant numbness coursing through her enchained arm was a particularly frustrating price to pay for it.

Still, as her eyes rolled along the page, she wasn't exactly reading. If anything, she was skimming over the words, taking on the persona of somebody reading without actually deriding any meaning from the curving shaped upon the sheets of paper. She hadn't even turned the page, merely restarting from the top whenever she reached the bottom, her mind off somewhere else for a night or two now.

She frowned upon realizing this distressing fact, shutting the book before laying it beside her, bringing the pouch of crisps onto her lap as her eyes rolled, taking a handful of the tiny, thin squares of cooked potatoes and tossing them in her mouth, a frown still forming as she looked off into the dark hold, tracing lines between crates to occupy herself now, though it wasn't long before she caught something with her eye, an unamused curling of her brow taking her face.

"I said I don't enjoy being stared at," Fareeha spoke up, surprisingly even-keeled despite her annoyed face.

Nothing changed after her low declaration, so she sighed, rolling her eyes, "I've stared at those crates for weeks; I think I'm able to tell when shapes change in between them. Get out or tell me what you want; you're not supposed to be down here."

She gave a challenging stare until, finally, the sound of movement broke through the hold, the sliding skid of steps emerging, following along behind Angela as she peered out from around the other side of the cargo, a blank look on her face as she met Fareeha's eyes, the stowaway groaning quietly, "You again, Princess? You know, you're headed for a keelhauling of your own if you keep sneaking down here."

Angela frowned, "Well, I figured I'd take the high road. My previous thanks obviously wasn't enough to earn me anything but your ridicule, so I figured I'd offer something more substantial than my words in apology."

Ready to object in a characteristically haughty fashion, Fareeha couldn't help but become interested in her proposition, choosing to remain quiet as Angela stepped out from behind the crate, for a moment leaving Fareeha surprised by her shockingly revealing outfit of dark blue tones swirled along her snowy white skin. She might of thought Angela wasn't presenting her own self in apology, though just as quickly, she pulled out a deep stein from behind her, swirling it around as her fingers cupped its lid.

"We won some sugarcane rum at the bonfire tonight. Our comms. officer begrudgingly did her best work, it seems. I figured I'd share some of my portion with you, though it quickly turned into my entire portion, seeing as how I don't drink," Angela explained with a shrug, "Care for a taste?"

Fareeha blinked in confusion, catching something quite different from her words, though she replied evenly enough, "I don't usually refuse a drink."

"Good," Angela nodded with a grin, "At least this time, you aren't immediately spouting out venom."

She reached out her arm in offering the stein to Fareeha, who took it and brought it toward her face, dipping her nose into the vessel for a whiff, "I'll save it for after I find out if the taste matches the smell."

"Lena said it was good," Angela explained, rather weakly however, "Then again, she pretty much likes anything with sugar in it, sugarcane included, it seems."

"Or she's just a fan of getting wasted. This is strong stuff," Fareeha notes before tilting the stein toward her, immediately dropping it backwards as she jerked forward into a massive burst of coughs, "PFFT! COUGH! COUGH! Fuck!"

Angela held back a giggle at the sight, politely covering her mouth as she rested her elbow on a crossed arm, "Too strong?"

"Stronger than a fuckin' block of sandstone!" Fareeha muttered, sitting the stein down to wipe away her mouth at her wrist, "No wonder they all run around half naked around here- I'm shocked they can manage the coordination to put anything on."

After a further spurt of weakening coughs, Fareeha returned the stein to her hand, raising it back to her face as Angela replied in surprise, "You're still going for it?"

"I fuckin' love it," Fareeha shrugged, more carefully taking a swig now that she knew what to expect, exhaling in a refreshed sigh as she pulled the rim from her lips, "I told you, I don't turn back drinks."

Shrugging, Angela spoke up, "Explains why you ask for a drink every time I see you. You normally gravitate toward harder stuff?"

"Not often, but it's fine once in a while," Fareeha explained, taking mother swig, "When you grow up on ships, you're kind of forced to take what you can get, and nobody really cares what a child wants in the way of beverages. It was either get a taste for alcohol or die from dehydration."

Her dark eyes turned up toward Angela, "So you don't drink?"

"Is this your way of getting me to admit that I'm not a 'real' sailor?" Angela asked with a pithy tone.

"Just curious," Fareeha shrugged, "I know you're the captain's daughter, but I didn't figure the crew'd go out of their way to accommodate you in that way."

Angela explained, "It's just a few cases of fresh water. I mean, I hate the taste, but if I'm forced- I grew up in a rather pious sort of place; you know, the devil's afoot whenever alcohol takes your mind or whatever. Most of my guardians while father was away, they'd have given me the lash were they to find out I was doing anything with the stuff- I just never acquired a taste."

Fareeha's brow popped up in sarcastic surprise, "And you get onto me for calling you 'princess'…"

With an upset face, Angela's lips curled distastefully, though she caught herself quickly enough, keeping herself from lashing out. Her quietness was rewarded as Fareeha frowned, reaching out he stein in her hand up toward her.

"Have a taste, then."

"After that display a moment ago?" Angela asked incredulously.

Fareeha shrugged, "A cough is a cough is a cough."

"So what's hacking up a lung?" Angela asked with a frown.

With a smug grin, Fareeha swirled the stein of whisky as she brought her knee up to rest her arm upon, still offering the vessel to Angela, "Just take a drink. You'd be shocked how quickly ambivalence turns positive between a shared drink."

"Are you saying you want to know something about me?" Angela questioned with an air of suspicion.

Fareeha grinned, "I still need to figure out why exactly you keep wandering down here to see me."

Now was Angela's turn to frown, "You seriously think there's a reason? Let's see, the first time, I was just trying to examine the cargo before you tackled me. The second and third time, I was just checking on you, when you assaulted me again and then forced me to-… You know, you have a bad habit of forcing people into bad situations!"

"Yet you keep showing up," Fareeha smirked, "You seem to have a bad habit of returning to people you find indignation toward."

Her anger rising, Angela shut her eyes for a moment to calm herself, leaving Fareeha to pull her stein back toward her and take a sip, allowing her eyes to wander overtop the cup as she did so. With Angela's eyes shut, she found the time to take in her body without repercussion, or rather, without casting the princess off in yet another whirl of upset. She knew she'd return anyway, but now, the first time catching such a prolonged glance at this woman just just a few nights ago, Fareeha knew she wanted little to provoke the woman toward leaving.

Angela was wrapped atop her breasts with a devilish shade of dark blue that seemed to hide her before the backdrop of the darkness behind her, even more so under the lantern light. It was such a shadowy sight, an enticing sort of mysterious that caused Fareeha remain with her sight upon her chest for a moment before wandering down to Angela' bare stomach, such a slate of glowing orange that must have been such a pearlescent shade. Even lower lay a rather short skirt of the same blue, Angela's legs pressed together as she stood somewhat at attention, even here, indicative of her upbringing.

Without much thought, Fareeha took a quick suck at her cup despite having emptied it at its current angle, leaving a rather loud curdle of a sound that broke Angela from her respite, through Fareeha's eyes had already meandered off before she could catch her staring. Angela groaned solemnly as she reached a hand up to rub her face with exasperation.

"Look, can we at least be cordial to one another?" Angela asked with a quiet voice, as if not expecting much from Fareeha's reply.

With a half-hearted shrug, the stowaway answered, "Okay, what do you want from me? and you'd better answer me. What, you want my necklace back? Think again. You want food? You'll have to bring me something better than whiskey, at least whiskey that you have in short supply."

"Maybe I just find you interesting," Angela challenged with a slight heatedness in her voice.

Fareeha rolled her eyes, "Oh, you find me a little more than interesting, Princess."

"Ah-! I-! Wh-?!" Angela suddenly stammered, severely taken aback by the insinuation, "I- I beg your pardon?!"

Smirking, the stowaway went on, "Funny how I know more than you while tied up down here."

Angela felt her arms tremble as a wave of anger and confusion washed over her, her teeth gritting tightly before she barked back, "I just can't believe somebody can be such a jerk when all I want to do is help! I come down and offer you a drink, offer you help, and every...fucking time, it's more of you being such a jerk!"

"I told you before, it's fun," Fareeha explained easily, taking another sip, "You're such a brat; somebody's gotta put you in your place, I figure."

Angela began to boil over, "That's all I get for helping a stowaway."

At that, Fareeha's eyes turned sinister as she slowly lowered her stein, "…excuse me?"

"You heard me. All this rudeness; must be typical of stowaways," Angela frowned as she crossed her arms.

With a start, Fareeha jumped up, catching herself with her feet flying underneath her to push her up to her feet, bowing her head low as her eyes glared back up toward Angela, "You wanna say that again, princess? I've forgotten more about being a captain than you'll ever even hope to know, so please don't-"

"Then why are you down here like a bilge rat?" Angela asked mutely, her voice growing emotionless as her anger dissipated into her words, "And I found out what 'pickarooning' means, by the way; I'd say you're far more stubborn than I am, stowaway."

Fareeha sneered, "You wanna say that one more time, to my face?"

Angela grinned, pleased that she was finally the one to have the other in her snare, "Nah, I think I'm fine staying back here and keeping an eye on just how easy it is to fuck with you for a change."

"Really?" Fareeha breathed with a hot breath, her sneer gradually melting into a mischievous grin, "You think I'm in your snare like a trapped animal? Princess, I can call your bluff any second and yank out every ounce of breath from your lungs. I just find it entertaining to know you're thinking you've one-uped me."

Not buying her words, Angela merely smirked, her arms outstretched in amusement, "It just shocks me that you're so easily kept in your place just by a simple-"

"Why don't you just be a good girl and kiss me already," Fareeha muttered quietly.

Without realizing, Angela's spine went cold, making good on Fareeha's threat a moment earlier, her voice losing itself amidst her own surprise, only managing a few choice sounds, "Wha-?! I-! D-?!"

"You say you want to fuck with me, but I know you'd rather cut out the 'with', princess," Fareeha challenged with a grin, "That's why you keep coming down here, huh? What, you're hoping for a better position to fuck yourself with me in view?"

Angela's eyes shrunk in terror, a gasp leaving her as she uttered painfully, "Who- Who told-..?"

"I didn't need to be told," Fareeha shrugged, "I was just minding my own business when, like manna from heaven, I feel a drop of something on my head. I look up and it must be rain, though rain doesn't taste nearly as sweet as what I tasted that night."

Now with a crimson face accompanying her dry throat and her devilishly quaking spine, Angela's mouth opened in aghast at what she was hearing, "Y-You-!"

"'You' what? I'm not the one spilling myself here, there, everywhere. That's on you, princess; I was just taking what was offered me," Fareeha explained with a grin, "So what, sea life caught you in a vice? What's your game, brat; you just into filthy stowaways? I'll warn you, I don't play those games."

Her heart torn between such a sinister revelation and having her feelings cheapened in such a hasty manner, Angela was left awestruck as she stood there, unable to either comprehend what was being said or just unable to move even her mouth. All she knew for sure was her anger and general upset, alongside a deepening embarrassment, and without much thought, she turned on her heel, more or less stomping toward the doorway, leaving Fareeha with a chuckle at the sight.

"And round three as well…" she muttered to herself with amusement, shaking her head in disbelief as Angela's insistence.

In a sudden halt, Angela froze as her eyes narrowed confidently as though in open defiance of Fareeha's statement. Her mind began jolting back into action, a emptiness welling up in her gut as she came to a quick conclusion as to her next action, suddenly turning back around and storming back toward Fareeha, leaving the stowaway amused even further.

"Already back for another one? I told you you were a pickaroon," Fareeha shrugged, her expression changing little as Angela failed to stop where she had been standing, instead advancing further straight toward where Fareeha stood.

As Angela stopped right in front of Fareeha, the two of them nearly touching, she reached up a hand to grasp a handful of the stowaway's shoulder-length jet black hair, using her clutch to pull herself the minuscule distance that kept the two's face's apart, her eyes unwavering as she stared into Fareeha's set.

"That's close enough, princess," Fareeha muttered with her still-straight face, her body having been pushed back against the hull by Angela's advance.

Angela shook her head almost vehemently, "Not for what you're wanting."

A smirk escaped Fareeha as she replied, "I've already had a taste, princess, I don't think you understand how little you have to offer."

"Then I won't offer anything," Angela muttered quietly, "I'll take what I want."

Her grip tightening only slightly, sending a mild pain along Fareeha's scalp, Angela pulled Fareeha's head down the inch or two that had kept them apart, pressing her lips against her stowaway's, both their eyes remaining open a she did so, staring at one another in quite the furious act of kissing. Fareeha's brow fell in determination, leaving Angela slightly deterred; she'd expected the simplest of kisses, yet Fareeha's free hand quickly shot around to Angela's bare skin of the small of her back, yanking her body into her own before Fareeha's lips slithered out from beneath Angela's, quickly taking Angela's lips into her own before giving a vigorous sort of suck at her skin.

Despite her own insistence, Angela could only slowly realize how quickly Fareeha had taken her instead, a curling of tingles rushing along her spine as her eyes narrowed, though remained open, not wanting to relinquish total control, which she ascertained, from Fareeha's own devilish eyes, the stowaway was attempting to claim for herself. Angela pulled her lips away for only the briefest of moments before returning to take Fareeha's lips, the two's kisses growing far deeper the more the two sucked and no lies at the other's skin.

Fareeha's eyes narrowed with a mischievous glare, causing Angela's eyes to waver only slightly. The next time Angela opened her lips to take the supple bottom of her opponent's own pair, Fareeha's hand slid up the temptuous curve at the end of Angela's back, sending a shock through Angela's body before quickly bringing it to the back of Angela's head, grabbing a handful of hair herself before allowing her tongue to furiously slither beyond her lips and Angela's, her eyes shooting open at the sudden occurrence, unsure of how to respond as Fareeha's dark eyes pierced her own.

Angela winced at the rush of sensations coursing throughout her body, the space between her legs alight at the very thought of being handled so brusquely by this woman, a spot in her mind wishing this stowaway would simply tear away whatever clothing she had on and strip the both of them of the tension surrounding them.

The rest of her realized she was still under the influence of the game the two were playing, Angela desperate to remain as unmoved as possible by the assault brought on between their lips, despite her face's reddening skin and tense eyes. She stretched out her own tongue to fight back, but Fareeha skillfully disarmed her, running her tongue along Angela's, massaging it as though it were another, not totally unlike, portion of her body.

Their sucking all but stopped as Angela's body quivered, their shared saliva dribbling down both their chins and Fareeha's piercing eyes watched Angela's body sink in retreat, her legs unable to carry the weight of her weakening body, though Fareeha quickly returned her arm to Angela's back, leaving her able to pull away her face, though she couldn't find the strength, or the will, to do so.

Her mind tensing with defiance, Angela's eyes softened under the cacophony of emotions roiling through her and her inability to simply dive into the sensations surrounding her. Tears began to form as she resisted the impulse to simply shut her eyes or make a sound, her throat begging for release as harshly as the whetted spot at her thighs was. Fareeha only watched Angela's melt into her with a triumphant sort of Look crossing her eyes as she did so.

At the end of her rope, Angela's eyes tended sorrowfully, a ragged moan escaping her, "Mmmm~!"

She felt Fareeha's lips tighten as she smirked against Angela's own pair, the both of them knowing she'd won this round, though Angela didn't much care. She shut her eyes, wrapping her arms around Fareeha's neck and pulling her into a deeper kiss, the two of them sharing pestering glances off one another's tongues as they danced as if in search of far more sweeter ventures, even if the taste of one another's mouths was far pleasant enough for the both of them after weeks without such a lascivious excursion.

Herself being the victor, Fareeha thought little else besides reciprocating much the same, lifting her ensnared arm up into the air before spinning around with Angela caught tight in her other arm, pushing her rather roughly into the side of the hill and pressing herself into the snow-white skinned women, ensnaring her as well between the wall and her own body.

Having gone far enough, their tongues had both tired, leaving Fareeha with little else but to pull away and entering into a series of short, heated breaths, turning her eyes down to watch Angela dutifully kissing at her chin, licking up the saliva that had collected there, sucking at her skin to gather even more of a sample of the woman who'd just imprisoned her with her own body, a rather delightful sort of servitude.

"Told you," Fareeha spoke up, trying to manage a grin with her weakened lips, "I can pull out every bit of breath from your lungs if I wanted to."

Lost in a space between loving kisses against tanned skin and an all-encompassing warmth coming off Fareeha's chest, Angela could reply with much else besides, "Fuck off."

Fareeha gave a smug grin, "Almost the correct wording for what I have in mind."

With an arm slung over her head, unable to relinquish its post, Fareeha spread out her feet with rather sultry intent, though as her one foot swung outward, it slammed into the stein she'd sat there, sending a rather loud clunk from the echo of its near-empty insides, but also sending Angela's eyes wide in realization.

"Shit!" she muttered in quiet horror, "I'm supposed to be on deck!"

She quickly tried to scurry away from Fareeha's scrupulous embrace, though the stowaway kept her stance, leaving Angela pushing weakly against her shoulders, still rather spent from the mere few moments they'd shared quite the kiss, "C'mon!"

Fareeha smirked, enjoying the sight of Angela's feeble attempt at escape, which now resembled something of a puppy pawing at its toy, though she ultimately acquiesced, stepping away to allow Angela to hop out from against the wall, diving low to collect the stein.

"I'm gonna catch hell if I'm caught," she explained, cleaning out the stein with a nearby rag.

Fareeha snickered, "And if you're caught with me on your breath?"

Angela was suddenly reminded of her own unfinished business, not only with Fareeha, but also with her own neglected lips, a tight bite catching her bottom lip as she hid a sigh, shaking her head, "Just- I've gotta get back up top."

She took a step before a dash toward the door, though just as she was about to exit Fareeha's reach, a powerful hand grasped her by the shoulder with such a desperate grab that Angela nearly fell backward as her stowaway's body fell back toward the wall in recoil from her tremendous reaching. She brought Angela's back against her stomach, her arms wrapping around the silky-smooth skin that so betrayed her weeks of labor aboard the ship.

Angela's eyes went wide with shock at the sudden action, though she quickly winced as Fareeha's hand slid up her toward her chest, gliding along her skin to leave a path of warmth until its worming fingers trailed slitheringly beneath the swirl of fabric that all but acted as a bra back along the beach. Angela's body shivered before a hand quickly spun up to grasp Fareeha's arm, though any resistance wasn't to be seen as the stowaway took a precious cup of her breast, lowering her head so that her lips came to Angela's ear.

"For one so furious to take me into a kiss, I might think your dress was meant to offer your own body to me," Fareeha presumes with a grin, "I know you'll be thinking about me tonight in your bunk. For your stein, I'll offer this fleeting memory, just to help you out."

At that, Fareeha's hand immediately slid out from beneath that warm fissure between skin and fabric, lightly pushing Angela ahead, though she quite nearly tipped Angela over before she suddenly caught her footing in stride, turning back toward Fareeha with a breathless display of utter confusion, one that forced a grin from the stowaway as she slid back down to sit once again.

"Go on, princess. Go prove you're an actual sailor or something. Whatever it is you do," Fareeha mused dismissively, waving Angela off."

Unable to find anything in the realm of speech, and knowing she truly did have to return up top, Angela slowly stalked away backwards, a rash of crimson covering her face before she finally turned and dashed away, leaving Fareeha to sigh triumphantly as she looked around for her book, reaching back for a crisp from earlier.

"Shame," was all she muttered to herself with a shrug.

A/N: Please excuse the extent of depravity upon my imagination xD