He Likes it Rough
Having someone run their fingers through your hair and massage your scalp felt wonderful. It was one of her favorite activities, something both she and Edward enjoyed. That is how she came to find herself seated on the beach surrounded by their friends with both her arms hooked over each of Edward's knees and Edward combing his fingers through the hair above her bandana. She was half asleep and no one had said a word about their positions. She suspected they would once the lot of them were drunk enough to gather their courage. She didn't really have an explanation outside of the fact that it just felt good.
She may or may not have made the occasional pleased sound, if the uncomfortable looks on their faces was anything to go by. She was actually quite enjoying the men around them trying their best not to react to the situation, it meant that they held a modicum of respect for them both. Respectful or not, once the rum starts flowing freely someone will ask. Mostly out of drunken stupidity but all the same ask they will. Some odd hours go by and still no one says a thing, though sometimes it looks like they want to but someone will always give an elbow to the ribs and a shake of the head and the fellow moves on. She hadn't really participated much in the conversations going on around them but Kenway had. He seemed fairly amused by the others discomfort. It almost felt like he was trying to get someone to ask.
Finally our luck does run out, we aren't asked anything specifically mind you. However we do catch the tail end of a whispered argument. "Leave 'em alone, lad. They ain't hurtin' anyone, their preferences are their business not ours." it's Thatch that has come to our rescue looking surly and mean. The poor sailor who had thought to question what was going on scuttled off after being scolded by the older pirate. Watching this she can't help but to burst into helpless laughter as Kenway just sits there looking rather smug. The laughter is the first noise I've made besides contented little purrs and it has everybody looking at us.
"Did'ja ever stop ta think it might not be a preference thing, so much as it might just be a 'it feels good' thing?" she asks looking utterly amused. All the pirates around them look utterly thrown and she can tell they didn't take her words to mean the hair thing, they think she is talking about sex. She bursts into helpless laughter again and leans heavily against Kenway's right leg to keep herself from sliding bonelessly to the ground. "Jaysus man! You never had a whore run her fingers through your hair? Scratch at the scalp? That shite feels good. If you don't know this by now I feel sorry for any of the ladies you lot have been with." she shakes her head and chuckles quietly. Half the men insulted, those closest to them look more then half amused as she insults their crews. "I trust Kenway with my life and I don' rightly care what others think. So this arrangement suits me fine." She settles once more against Kenway's legs and closes her eyes as she listens to Kenway snicker and the others grumble.
Our friends seem more amused then anything and their crews seem so put out, of course Kenway chooses then to open his big mouth "Not to say we aren't having sex, not that it's really any of your business. Maybe we are maybe we aren't speculation is all you'll ever have." and he has the gall to smirk at them. She groans and smacks a hand to her head. Kenway is such a bloody idiot. The group is as quiet as church mice ought to be. So this is what stunned silence sounds like, is it?
She smirks and let's Kenway have it "Aye, Kenway likes it rough. Never seen a man so quick to roll over before in me life." Kenway chokes on the rum he had just taken a sip of and the men surrounding us burst into shocked laughter some of them look rather scandalized. Kenway is the first to recover with a small chuckle and a tug to her hair which causes her to let out a little pleased moan which in turn has several horrified faces turning to them.
"I think Kidd has it a bit backwards there. I'm sure he meant well though." The nasty bugger has the gall to smirk down at her.
"We'll see about that, Kenway." she smirks reaching for him. She grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks him down to her level. "Shouldn't think yourself so above it mate. Know you better then that, I do." she yanks him so his lips land against hers harshly, gaining a strangled moan from him. She smirks again and bites his lower lip roughly, it's sure to leave a mark. Pulling away she stands and stretches, leering obscenely at the men around them she heads off to the Jackdaw leaving Edward to deal with the masses.
The End