The next time they met Elizabeth jumped on him so enthusiastically that he was half-undressed before he even managed to disentangle his tongue enough for speech. "So did you miss me, then?"

She kissed him again and finished with the buttons of his shirt, then dropped down to start on his pants. "Captain, you have no idea how hard it is-" ("Oh, I think I do,"), "Going to bed every night – Will and I are married now, did you know that? – going every night and knowing there's more…"

She worked his pants down his legs. When he stepped out of them he put a hand on her head and leaned to steady himself. It sent a shiver through her.

"Are ye of a mind to be gutted again tonight, missie?" he asked when she stood. He already had possessive hands on her waist and for a moment she wanted nothing more than to just melt into him and do whatever he told her…

But she had a year's worth of fantasies to fulfill this evening, and the memories might have to last her another year besides. She would not rush. "Wait," she breathed, stepping back. "Sit down – lie down. Let's take our time."

He cocked his head and squinted at her, trying to decide if she was joking or not. "You lie down," he said when he couldn't tell, "And quit bein silly."

She stepped back again, with her hands on her hips. "No. We do it my way or we don't do it at all."

With a slow, quiet laugh he came up to her and pulled her flush against him. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she said with certainty, "And I'll never come back again if you force me." She avoided the thought that she might be deliberately provoking him to do just that.

He looked her over, clearly considering it, then turned away. "Very well, I'll yield this one. But miss…" He sat down on the bed and somehow it didn't make him any less intimidating. "You'd best not show me s'much as a particle of defiance for the whole rest of the evenin."

She stepped out of her dress and pranced over to him in her shift. "Well, I suppose it depends what you consider defiance, doesn't it? Lie back."

He lay down, curious to see what the innocent little Miss Elizabeth had in mind. She crawled up and straddled his hips, but when he tried to reach for her laces to undress her the rest of the way, she grabbed his hands. "No – not til I say."

"So that be the name of the game?" Smiling, he made no effort to pull free.

"Yes – that be the name of the game." In her dreams she had him spread out and immobile, and while she knew she had no way of holding him like that in real life, she wanted at least to get to see how it would look.

So she stretched his arms apart and over his head, towards the bedposts, and closed his hands firmly around the iron bars of the headboard. When she let go he surprised her by gripping on his own, hard enough that she could see the muscles tensing in his forearms. "Perfect." To reward him for his cooperation she opened her laces and shimmied out til she was naked to the waist. When she bent down to kiss him, he raised up as far as he could to meet her without breaking his grip. She ran his hands all over his chest and arms, loving the strain there.

"'Lizabeth," he breathed into her mouth, bumping his hips up a little.

She could feel his organ against her, hard and hot even through the fabric of her skirt. Suddenly it became imperative for her to feel him without the skirt, so she scooted back, removed her shift entirely, and situated herself so that she was just straddling one of his thighs. She rocked forwards and back, the trick he had taught her last time, breathing heavy with not just the feeling but also the fact that he was watching her do it. She had one hand on his waist, wrist just barely brushing his needy parts, and used the other to draw gentle tickling scratches down his chest.

"Elizabeth," he complained. His shoulders bunched up as he squirmed, a fine sweat breaking out over his forehead, but he didn't let go of the bars. It occurred to her that she would be able to torment him pretty intensely if she wanted to – his pride would keep him still a lot longer than anything she could have devised on her own.

Little Elizabeth finally got up the nerve to actually put her hand on him, and he thrust up against it over and over even though he knew it would be torturously inadequate. He writhed til his arms ached and the headboard creaked with the pressure.

At last Elizabeth left off teasing in order to concentrate on rubbing herself against him, and the sight of her satisfying herself while he suffered was just too much to sit through quietly. "Elizabeth… I promise I'll make it worth your while…"

She crawled up to sit on his hips again and leaned over him. "Did I tell you you could talk?" She put her palm to his cheek and tapped, a question. His eyes drifted half closed and he gave her a little nod, so she slapped him hard enough to make a noise.

"Mmm." He liked watching her face; the whole thing clearly amazed her and he was just itching to get on top of her and amaze her further… She pressed down onto him but fortunately, their position now meant that neither of them could really get what they needed. Soon she gave it up.

"All right," she whispered, kissing his cheek where she had slapped him. She hadn't even left a red mark, and almost wished he would annoy her so she could try again. She reached out and stroked his wrists til he let go of the headboard…

… and then gasped as he grabbed her hands instead and bucked her off suddenly, flipping her over and jumping on top.

"Awful, awful, teasin little thing," he growled as he shoved inside her. He gave her just a second to adjust before really getting to it. "Naught in the cards…but this…miss," he said between breaths, "So I hope…ye don't expect…nothin…gentle…"

She was squeaking helplessly as he plowed her and punished her, expecting to die at any minute because it surely didn't get any better than this… But then it did: he stretched herarms out the way she had stretched his, forced her hands to the mattress and held them there. When she found she actually couldn't free herself, she looked up at him and breathed oh in delighted terror, and he groaned, "Too much…Lizabeth, no-"

He lowered his head and pounded into her fast and hard and desperate. In that moment he was almost as helpless as she was, grunting as though in pain, squeezing her wrists so hard the bones creaked, well past the point of control. The sight of him in that state – more, the realization that she had put him there – was too much for Elizabeth as well. Her body seized up, she saw stars, and when she could breathe again she realized she had entirely missed the joy of feeling him finish.

Still, she felt too good to regret anything just yet.

TBC, probably. I think these two make a hot couple.