Mariguana Island, November 10th, 1720

Mary sticks her fingers in Sophia's little hands, wiggling them back and forth to the beat of her song. Sophia squeals in delight and Mary barely contains her laughter while she sings,

"You are welcome to my gold

And by it I've lost my soul

Come all you young and old

I must die, I must die

Come all you young and old

I must die"

Edward plops down with a raised brow, "Don't you think that's a bit morbid?" Mary grins and rolls over, resting her head in his lap and she mumbles, "It's her favorite song though." Edward tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "Her favorite? Or yours?" Mary chuckles and Edward leans down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She smiles, placing her hands to his cheeks and he drags his tongue across her bottom lip. She breaks the kiss off and he pouts.

She winks and sits up with her legs crossed. "I thought I'd open up to you today Edward." He grins and she starts, "Did I ever tell you I had an older brother?" He shakes his head and she sighs, "He died before I could remember but we were close enough in age that my mother pretended I was him."

London, July 5th, 1699

"Mark! Mark, come along, your grandmother is waiting!" A young lad about the age of ten comes bounding into the room, dark hair cut straight to his scalp. He pulls his mother into a hug and looks up at her with his gorgeous brown eyes. She crouches in front of him to adjust his collar, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, "Off we go son." She stands and they head off to the shopping plaza.

Mark skips happily down the street, his trousers were much too big but mother said they'd have to make do. He pulls them up over his small waist and looks back at his mother. Her eyes were hard and straight ahead, she was always like this when they saw Grandmother. He frowns, watching the path as he walks, he spots a small patch of tulips and hurries over to pick them. "Mark, hurry dear, you don't want to make your grandmother angry do you?"

He scurries back to his mother's side, hopping up and down excitedly and hands off his flowers, "I picked these for you Mama!" She smiles, accepting his gift, "Thank you sweetheart." He skips off again, he always hated it when his mother was sad. He halts his skipping when he sees her, his eyes light up and he scampers over, "Grandmother!" She bends down, placing a sloppy wet kiss to each cheek, "Mark! I've missed you!"

The old woman fishes a bag of coins out of her pocket and tosses it to Mark's mother, "Elizabeth, make sure that money goes to my grandson and not another bastard." Elizabeth frowns, stuffing the money into her pocket. "You know that Mary is no longer with us, God rest her soul." The bitter old woman rolls her eyes and guides her grandson away, "You've got your money Elizabeth, leave us."

London, February 18th, 1701

Mark woke up wet and sticky, he rips the covers from his body embarrassed that at the age of twelve he was still pissing the bed. He lets out a startled scream and he can hear his mother's footsteps pounding up the steps. She rips the door open, shouting, "Mark, what's wrong?" He looks at her with big brown eyes and pulls on his trousers, "Mother I'm bleeding!"

Bitter tears fall from his eyes and his mother sits at the edge of his bed. He sniffles and wipes desperately at his face as Elizabeth combs through his hair, "Shhh Mark." He leans against her shoulder, feeling his insides tightening painfully. "Am I going to die?" He asks and she giggles, lifting his chin up she explains, "No, it just means you're growing into a wo-" She stops and chews her lip, "a man, you're turning into a man."

She sighs and he looks up, eyes shining in the candlelight, "Now that you're a man you're going to start to bleeding once a month. However you must not tell anyone, it's very personal." Mark nods and Elizabeth pats him on the shoulder, "Now let's get you cleaned up."

London, August 13th, 1708

Mark guides the beautiful redhead to the bed and he awkwardly climbs on top. He gropes her breast and she releases a forced moan, it was not attractive in the slightest. He was just so confused, lying with women was supposed to feel good. But all he could help imagine was what it'd be like to kiss a man. And he was so scared to disappoint his mother that he bought himself a whore.

She smiles and takes the lead, was his inexperience that obvious? She hikes up her skirt and opens her legs wide and he sees his first vagina. At least that's what he thought, his parts were quite similar, how does this work? What makes a woman a woman and a man a man? His thoughts are quickly pushed aside when she grabs his hand and guides it between her legs.

His face turns cherry red as she sticks two of his fingers into her. His hand is still and she gives him a peck on the lips, "Go on." She whispers and he pulls his fingers out only to push them back in. She groans, throwing her head back as he begins a slow pace. His fingers are quickly coated in a sticky substance and she is holding his hand again. "Now move your thumb over like this."

"Like this?" He squeaks, innocence showing in his voice.

The woman throws her head back letting out a soft groan, "Yes like that." He leans forward to connect their lips again. He quickens his pace when he feels his stomach tighten from her noises. He goes to stuff a hand down his own trousers but the woman stops him. "Honey, that's what I'm here for." Mark nods and if his face turned any brighter he might light the room. She slowly unties the laces of his trousers and drops them to the floor.

Her eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her hand, "I thought you were a lad." Mark looks at her confused, "I-I am." He stammers, the woman smiles and brushes a finger against Mark's "manhood" and he braces himself at the odd sensation. "I'm sorry lass, there's no denying that we have the same parts. It's alright though, I can fix that."

London, August 15th, 1708

"Mother can I speak with you?" Mark's mother sighs and without hesitation he asks, "Am I a woman?" Elizabeth purses her lips and nods, "I was wondering when this subject would come up. Aye, you are a woman." Elizabeth places a hand to her daughter's cheek, "Your brother Mark passed about a year after you were born. We had to lie, I only did it for you."

Mark feels tears stinging her eyes. Her whole life was a lie, what was the truth? She was so confused! "Who am I then?" Elizabeth kneels in front of her, holding her hands over her chest, "Your name is Mary." She hops up, "I can't believe you would lie to me! Who is my father?!" Elizabeth reaches for her daughter but her hands are quickly slapped away. "Don't touch me!" Elizabeth's eyes soften, "I don't know dear, I think he may have been a pirate." Mary darts from the room, she didn't know where she was going, all she knew is that she wouldn't be coming back.

At Sea, September 12th, 1708

Mary joined the navy without even bothering to say goodbye, she enlisted under her brother's name and never looked back. But being the youngest aboard the vessel had its drawbacks, the crew found ways to make her life a living hell any chance they had. One man in particular, Charles James, made it his life goal to torture her.

"Who the hell has two first names anyway?" She shouted at him one day. The crew went silent and Mary knew she was in trouble. His brows furrowed and he stalked towards her like a panther and she felt like his prey. Oh boy was he a yeller, he could scream at her day and night if he didn't need sleep. She swallows the lump in her throat, preparing herself for her punishment.

But instead of yelling he simply handed her a bucket and a brush, telling her to scrub the poop deck. Thinking back, what she said wasn't nearly worth this sort of punishment. I mean look at her hands, they're covered in blisters and it's only been a couple hours! And is this the smallest brush on the ship? "Read!" She jumps, his footsteps grow louder and she feels her heart begin to race. She scrubs the deck faster, desperate to finish her last bit of cleaning.

He stops behind her and she quickly hops to her feet throwing her hand to her head in a salute. "I said I wanted this deck spotless." She clears her throat and avoids his gaze, "It is spotless sir!" Charles snorts, "I don't think so," and spits his loogy on her freshly cleaned deck, "What's that then?" Mary gags and kneels down to scrub up his spit, "Sorry sir, I'll clean it again."

The captain laughs and watches as she nearly loses her lunch. Then the lookout sounds from above, "Ships ahead sir! And they raise the French flag!" Charles grins, hurrying to the helm. It'd been quite sometime since they'd been in battle, this would be a nice change of pace, "Full sail men! Let's blow them to smithereens!"

The battle had been going on for well over an hour. Mary was sent to the hull and told to patch the holes beginning to take in water. Suddenly the ship lurched to the side, tossing Mary and a few crew members with it. The shouting above deck grew louder so she scampered up the ladder to investigate. She peeks her head up and curses to herself. The vessel had been boarded and much of the crew were dead.

She grabs a discarded sword, she may not be trained for battle but she was not about to lose her life. She notices her captain struggling with a brute and is quick to skewer him through the back. The man fall dead and she stands back to back with her captain. "Orders sir!" She shouts and he grins, "Just survive Read."

She rips a pistol off of the dead man and shoots at a barrel of gunpowder on the French brig. How convenient. Body parts were strewn across the English brig, causing for a great distraction. Mary jumped from the upper deck, slicing two men through the neck. She rips her blades from their flesh then a searing pain rips through her side. She drops her sword and clutches at her bullet wound.

Mary tightens her grip on her other sword, slicing down soldier after soldier. She hears a familiar cry and whips her head around to see a man ripping his sword from her captain's shoulder. She shouts something, the edges of her vision starting to fade. She rushes to the helm, grips the wheel and commands, "I want every inch of sail flapping in that wind!" surprisingly the crew obeys and the ship moves forward.

The man who cut down her captain charges at her but she pulls out her pistol, putting a bullet between his eyes. The French soldiers begin piling off, hoping to make it back to their own ship. The unfortunate few who missed their target are pulled to the drink as the vessel moves forward. Mary steers for God knows how long, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The sun began to dip below the clouds well before Mary decided to anchor the ship at an uncharted island. She releases the wheel, heading towards her dead captain. She kneels down and goes to close his eyes but he grabs her wrist. "I ain't dead yet." He chokes and she gasps, helping him to his feet, they trudge towards the captain's quarters.

She pulls him up to the table, tossing his ledgers and maps to the floor. She heaves him up and rips his shirt off. She dumps half a bottle of rum onto his shoulder. He lifts himself off of the table to clutch at his wound but she pushes him back down. She strings up her needle, placing the tip above the flame of a candle. The needle is red hot when she brings it to his gash, suturing it up. The process is agonizing and Mary grits her teeth at every noise that escapes from his lips.

She pulls the last stitch tight and slinks down, wheezing painfully. He pants for a while and eventually is able to lift himself up. He eyes the lad in the candle light and smiles, "Thank you, Read. I owe you my life." She rests her eyes and smiles, the last thing she heard before passing out was, "Read? What's wrong with you? Shite, you're bleeding!"

Mary wakes to a warm ray of sun. Oh how peaceful it was to wake up and not be shouted at. She smiles, I hope mother makes something nice for breakfast. Suddenly the bed rocks, reminding her just where she was and bolts upright, How long have I been sleeping?! The captain will have my head! She groans, leaning over and clutches her side. She pulls her hand away bloodied, "Ah! Shite!"

She hears chuckling coming from beside her and she gasps, pulling the blankets up over her chest. There's her captain, eyeing a bit to openly at her chest. "Easy Lass, you'll reopen your wounds." Her face flushes and he smirks, "Captain, I can explain!" He glances at her chest again and she pulls the blanket up higher. His eyes darken and he smirks again, "I could throw you overboard you know."

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. "But-" She says, he raises a hand silencing her, "Seeing as though you saved my life, I have decided to let you stay on my ship. Besides, you made quite a fine captain." With that he left, leaving behind a very confused Mary Read.

At sea, September 12th, 1709

Mary hops out of the way as a cutlass comes crashing down and when she flattens herself to the floor a bullet just grazes her shoulder. She hisses and rolls, kicking the man's feet from under him and buries her dagger deep into his neck. He swings one last time before he dies, she ducks but not quite fast enough. His blade cuts deep into her cheek and she panics, pulling away from him. His blade slices from her cheek, up over her eye, and finishing above her brow. She falls to the ground blinded by blood, she scream loudly clutching her right eye.

"Read!" Yells Charles, he stabs the man he was battling with through the gut. He crouches down, pulling her hand away to get a good look at the wound. His face pales and she releases a shaky breath, asking, "How bad is it?" He shakes his head and they both duck as a barrel explodes next to them. He drags her towards his cabin addressing his Lieutenant, "Jones! Get us the hell out of here, Read's been wounded!"

Mary wakes but it's dark, she shoots up in a panic, shouting, "Where am I at? Why can't I see?!" Rough hands lay heavy on her bare shoulders and she is slowly lowered back onto the bed, "Careful Read, you took quite a beating back there. Let me remove your bandages, hopefully your eye is still intact." He pulls the bandages away and she yelps when an old scab rips off with the gauze.

"Open your eyes lass." She blinks, her right eye is hazy but she can still see. She glances blankly around the room, Charles waves a hand in front of her face, "Well? Can you see?" She nods, "Aye, but it's fuzzy." He purses his lips and takes a seat next to her. She pokes at her wound and he entwines their fingers together. She stops, looking down at their hands then up at his face. "You know lass, you really worried me out there. I thought I... I thought lost you."

She watches him, eyes wide, "Why would that worry you? I'm nothing more than a landsman, I'm nothing." He shakes his head and scoots closer. "No lass, you're anything but nothing." She tries to pull her hand from his grip but he places a soft kiss to the top. "I'm growing quite fond of you." Her face turns a mild shade of pink and she squeaks, "Don't you have a wife or something waiting back home?" He leans forward and she backs herself to the headboard avoiding him. "No."

He pauses,"Not yet that is." He leans forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She moves her lips slowly first, almost lazily and wraps her arms around his neck. Tangling her fingers into his short ebony hair. He nips gently at her bottom lip and she opens her mouth willingly, his tongue tracing the inside of her mouth until she lets out a soft moan. He pulls away with a smirk and stands, "It's nice to know you feel the same way lass."

Netherlands, March 12th, 1713

Mary gasps as Charles' lips trail down her thigh stopping just at her center. She brushes her hand through his hair, begging for him to do something because, "Christ, you're just teasing me." He smirked, giving her one quick tongue to her clit. "That's the plan." She groans, falling back onto the mattress. His fingers grip her thighs tightly, sure to leave a bruise in the morning. She tucks her head into her elbow to stifle her noises.

He pulls away, gazing up at her flushed face. She looks down, her eyes pleading, "Why'd you stop?" He smirks and flattens his tongue over her, "If I'm going to be away I want to hear all your pretty noises. So I can borrow them while I'm at sea." He gives her a wink and fills her with two of his fingers. This time she doesn't stay quiet, uncaring of who may hear them, as long as her Charles is happy.

"Mary, you're so beautiful." He says and her belly fills with warmth, "Christ Charles, I can't wait any longer." He hums from between her legs and she wriggles, "Charles I need you." He pulls away from her, brow cocked, "Oh what do you need me for?" She pulls him up, placing desperate kisses to his mouth. "I need you inside of me, right now." He smirks and places a soft kiss upon her lips, "All you had to do was ask Mary, I'd be happy to oblige."

Mary lies on top of her husband, running a hand over his chest. "Do you really have to go?" He looks ahead, gaze hard as stone, "Aye lass, I'll only be gone a year. You'll be able to handle the inn alone?" She listens to the steady beat of his heart and sighs, "Aye, I think so." Charles smiles, placing a kiss to the top of her head, "I love you Mary, I'll be back before you know it."

Netherlands, July 12th, 1713

Mary wipes down the bartop, running a hand over her small bump. She hums quietly to herself, the child inside gives her a kick and she grins, "Shh little one." And perks up upon hearing her name, "Mary James?" She turns towards the decorated soldier, heart fluttering in her chest, "Aye, how can I help you?" The man pulls his hat from his head and places it over his heart.

"Ma'am, I wish I was here with better news." Her heart drops into her stomach, "Captain Charles James has been lost to us ma'am. He fell in battle and went down honorably with his ship." The man places a large chest filled with coin on top of the bar. Her eyes fill with bitter tears as he continues, "I am sorry for your loss, as is the queen. She sends her condolences and a sum of money to help you after your loss."

London, December 25th, 1713

Mary places a single rose to her lover's grave, her face blank, then moves on to a smaller headstone and places upon it a single lily. She stands, patting the cold stone, "I'm sorry lad, you barely made it three days." Her son had been born far too early. He had been so small and must have been sick before he was even born. "I'm going to the West Indies as a privateer. Hopefully I will be seeing you two soon."

At sea, March 19th 1714

Her ship had been taken upon by pirates two months ago. She wanted nothing more but to die at the hands of the pirate captain, in death she could be reunited with her family. But he must have seen something in her because he demanded she join his crew. "What's your name lad?" The pirate demanded but she remained silent. He holds his sword to her neck, the blade cuts into the flesh and a bead of blood roll past. "I'll ask again. What is your name lad?"

She bites her lip and eventually growls, "James" the pirate belts out in laughter, "What's your full name boy." Mary furrows her brow, why is she even bothering to introduce herself? She sighs, she obviously can't give him her real last name. Her mother said her father was most likely a pirate. Who's a pirate? The captain pushes his blade further, "On with it boy." She furrows her brow and shouts, "Kidd! My name is James Kidd!"

The captain lowers his cutlass taking his hat off and placing it over his heart. "God rest his soul, one o' the greatest pirates who ever sailed." He holds a large hand out helping Mary to her feet. "It's an honor to have ye aboard Kidd. The Name's Thatch, Edward Thatch." Mary brushes herself off and Thatch pats her on the shoulder, James Kidd, I guess it's better than Mark.

Nassau, August 10th 1714

"Kidd! Pay attention here!" Thatch growls out at the teen, she blinks noticing all eyes on her, "Sorry, Thatch." He waves her apology away and continues, "As I was saying, Kidd I want you to create a distraction. Grab as much attention as you can and lead them here." He points a finger to the map in front of them, nearly poking a hole through the parchment.

"Hornigold and I will have tons of gunpowder waiting so ye'll need to get out as quick as ye can or ye might as well kiss yer arse goodbye." She nods and loads her pistol, "Aye, shouldn't take me long, I'll be there before night fall, so be ready."

Mary bursts through the trees and shouts, "Come get me ya bunch o' lobsters!" Their steps become more persistent and she can feel adrenaline coursing through her veins. She peeks behind herself, there must have been damn near Five hundred men! Well maybe not that many but still! She stops and spins around with a smirk plastered across her face, instead of taking their chance and attacking the soldiers stop, confused. She waves to the men and suddenly she's gone and the whole area lights up.

Mary curses to herself, crouched in that bush. She nearly killed herself fighting off all those soldiers and now Thatch wanted her to infiltrate their base and steal their guns? "He's bloody mad!" A guard whips his head towards the noise and she curses again. She scoots away when his sword pokes into the bush and she hits something hard. Her heart drops, There's someone here. A hand clamps itself over her mouth before she can fight him off.

The person whispers into her ear, "If you remain silent I will let you live." She tries to turn her head but the man only tightens his grip. The soldier shrugs his shoulders and heads back to his post. She released her breath and he lets her go. She pulls out a dagger, swinging it towards his face but he knocks it from her hand with ease. She's about to growl at him and demand an explanation but he holds a finger to his lips. She bites her lip and reluctantly follows after him.

He guides them to a building in the middle, they stop outside the door when they hear angry shouting from inside. The door flies open and two men storm out. Mary and the Man slip inside, as the guards were too wrapped up in their argument. She watches the man as he slinks through the room, careful around the windows. He reaches the desk and shuffles through the papers. She cocks her eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest, "All these supplies and you go for the papers? What's your business here?"

The man finds what he's been looking for and stuff it into his satchel. He eyes her from across the room, debating no doubt weather to truly let her live. Mary readies her blade in anticipation of his attack, his eyes flick down to her blade and he... smiles? She furrows her brows and grunts, "Well? Who the hell are ya?" He chuckles and strides forward, stiffening her stance, not about to become his victim.

He places a hand to her shoulder, "I go by Ah Tabai, it is not often I see a woman with skills such as yours." She stiffens, how could he tell she was a woman? She pokes her finger to his chest, "What makes you think I'm a woman?" He grins and squeezes her shoulder, "I have much to teach if you are willing to learn." She pauses, studying his face, waiting for the inevitable falter of his smile. She could see wisdom behind his eyes and she nods, knowing she has nothing else to lose. "Aye."

Mariguana Island, November 10, 1720

Mary goes silent, Edward glances down at her. "I owe them my life Edward." Her eyes flick up to meet sad hues of blue. He brushes the hair away from her forehead and her eyes flick back to Sophia who was curled up happily against her chest. "I was so careless after losing my husband and then my son. I didn't care what happened to me and if I hadn't joined their cause I know I would have been dead long ago."

Edward traces her scar with his finger and she sighs, placing a palm over her eye, "Charles was wrong." Their eyes meet and she smiles, "He said my eye would strengthen in time yet everything is still fuzzy." Edward leans down, placing a kiss to her cheek and embraces her. "Mary, you've been through hell, I don't know how you find the strength." She pats Sophia's back and she stirs softly, "Some days I can't."

He nods, "Aye, but you hold it together well for someone who has lost so much. I would have never known you were married." He glances sadly to Sophia, "And that Sophia wasn't your first child." She closes her eyes, feeling the familiar bite of tears. "Aye, my pregnancy was much different the second time. He moved but not nearly as much as his sister did." She brushes blonde hair aside and Sophia grumbles quietly, "His birth was very fast and felt more like a cramp than anything, he was so small." Mary brushes her fingertip over Sophia's mouth and she suckles softly.

Edward's heart is heavy and he's not sure if he should but he asks anyway, "Did he have a name?" She smiles and that's when he knows he loves this woman and that he'd do anything to keep that smile on her face. "Aye, I named him Charles after his father. I guess it was just bad luck, naming him after the dead." Edward's eyes roam over Sophia, he couldn't imagine a life without her in it. "Mary" he starts but is interrupted by a distant call for land. She grins, "Well it's about time." Edward pouts, "Don't be like that Mary, I know you enjoyed our time alone." She flicks him on the forehead and stands, "Aye, I will admit I did enjoy it. But I'm ready to sleep in a real bed."

Great Inagua, December 1st, 1720

A year had passed since that night in Nassau, a year and so much had changed. She could remember everything that had transpired on that night, could he? They had a beautiful child as a result and had to remember to thank Edward in the morning. Then she stops, and her eyes shoot open, she could just thank him now... In a different way... She turns her head, looking at him with a frown, was she ready for this? Yes they'd slept together, but that was before...

She slides down the mattress, I'm not going to let fear rule my life, and slips under the blanket, running a hand down his thighs. He must be having a nice dream because he's already half hard. She licks her lips, steeling her nerves and pulls him from his briefs. She flattens her tongue over the underside of his length, feeling him twitch in her hand. Then places her mouth over his tip and runs her tongue over the slit, giving him a hard suck before plunging down.

He shifts and there's a groan from above the sheets, "Jaysus." The blankets rise and she pops off, taking him in her hand, he smirks, "Well that's a nice way to wake up." She massages the flesh on his thighs with a grin then pulls him back into her mouth. He falls back and tangles his hands in her hair, she swirls her tongue and he tugs, forcing a growl from her throat. The vibration shoots to his cock and she picks up her pace. When her tongue rolls over his tip again he pulls her up, to sit on his stomach.

He leans forward connecting their lips, taking charge, she growls and brushes her arse over his erection. He groans and grinds into her, forcing her to fall into his chest. His cock parts her and her eyes widen, he's quick to notice and pulls himself away. "Are you alright Mary?" She nods, and releases a shaky breath, "Aye, it's alright. I just want expecting it." He nods slowly, watching her carefully and she pulls him into a slower kiss.

His lips are much softer than before and he's hesitant to touch her. She bites his lip and pulls his hands up to her breasts. He massages them gently, then trails his hands down her sides. She sighs a bit disappointed but then his hands snake under sher shirt and pinches her nipple softly. She gasps and he rolls it softly between his thumb, she bites her lip and he stops again, "Are you sure?" She nods and pushes into his hand, he frowns and goes to pull away, "It's alright if we stop." She grabs onto his hands, stilling them, "No Edward, it feels good, keep going."

He grins, that's all the encouragement he needs, he cups under her breasts and she moans softly. She runs her hands down his bare chest and He trails his lips to her chin. She tilts her chin up as he bites gently down her neck, leaving her a mark along the path to her cleavage. He dips his tongue between her breasts and makes a note that they were much larger than before. She shivers and he places a kiss to her tattoo before undoing her shirt.

She sits stiff on his toned belly as his eyes rake over her chest. She moves her hands to cover herself and he tugs at her wrists, stilling them, "Don't be shy Mary, you're beautiful." Her stomach tightens and she drops her hands to her side. He sits up pulling her breast into his mouth she groans and rocks against his cock again. He rolls her nipple in his teeth then shifts to his knees. She wraps her legs tightly around his hips as he hovers over her.

He thrusts forward giving them some much needed friction. She gasps, "E-dward." He nibbles at her earlobe, "Aye?" She closes her eyes and lets out another soft moan, "Please Edward." He pulls away from her a look of concern flowing over his face. "What?" Mary flicks her glazed eyes up panting, her face flushed and sweaty hair sticks to her forehead. "Edward, please fuck me." She tightens her legs grinding herself against his hard cock. "I want you inside of me Edward, I'm ready." He takes a shallow breath and smiles.

Mary's breath hitches in her throat when he rips her pants off. He pushes two fingers inside of her and she throws her head back, "Edward." She bites her lip to quiet her moans as he picks up his pace, his thumb ghosting over her clit. "Jaysus Mary, you're so wet." He pulls his hand away and positions himself, He gazes into her eyes, asking again, "Are you sure Mary? It won't bother me none if we stopped." She rolls her hips up and he grins, thrusting forward, eliciting gasps from both of them.

She wraps her arms tightly around his neck when he enters her, eyes shut and he captures her lips in a heated kiss. She sneaks her tongue between his lips and brushes through his hair. He groans and picks up his pace, their tongues move together with his thrusts. She bites his lip when he hits that spot inside of her, "Christ" she moans. And he stops, her eyes fly open in protest but it turns into a gasp when he throws her leg over his shoulder.

She bellows loudly, uncaring of who may hear the two. "Harder Edward." He smirks and fucks her fast and hard into the mattress. She bites his neck hard and he grunts. Only a few more snaps of his hips and her body tightens, he places a hand to her a clit and it sends her tumbling from the edge. Pleasure shoots through her core and she clenched tightly around his cock, releasing a shout loud enough to wake the entire house. Edward leans forward, connecting their lips in a sloppy kiss, to swallow her shouts of ecstasy while he spills his seed inside her. He pumps into her several more times riding out his own orgasm.

His hips eventually still, the ringing in her ears eventually dies down and the crying comes in clearer. She lies there, her chest heaving with each breath, "Shite!" She grumbles and that's when Edward pulls out. Her eyes widen and she feels her heart rate quicken, "Edward." She hisses, "Why didn't you pull out?" He looks at her with a blank expression and shrugs, too sated by sex to speak.

Great Inagua, December 31th, 1720

Mary walks into Edward's office, he's scratching so feverishly at the parchment that he doesn't notice her. She smiles then slips into his lap, pushing the note far from his mind. "Fancy meeting you here Read." She pecks him on the lips and he grins, "What's brought this on all of a sudden?" She shrugs, placing a kiss to her bite mark that after a month still hadn't healed. She rests her head on his shoulder and he leans forward, returning to his writing.

"What are you working on Edward?" He stiffens and she turns, eyeing the parchment curiously. He chews at his bottom lip but eventually hands it off to her. It reads,

Dear Caroline,

I'm sure you have already figured this out by now but I do not intend on returning to Bristol. I never meant to lie to you, I know I promised I would be back after only two years. But I have found a life I enjoy out here. I'm not sure if you have moved on but I hope you have, I've yet to receive a reply from you and I do not expect one now. I have enclosed a sum of money to pay for a divorce, please accept whatever is left over for any pain I may have caused in my selfish ways.

Best wishes,

Edward

Mary lies the paper on the desk, "Are you sure Edward? Are you sure you don't want to go back?" He pulls her close to him and gives her a kiss to her cheek, "Aye Mary, there's only room in my heart for one woman." She smiles and leans back into his shoulder. She's happy but can't help the thought gnawing in the back of her mind, What if he leaves me too?