Will woke early, not that he had gotten much sleep the night before. Everything had come rushing back up there outside the bridge, and Haddock had seen him lose himself, which made it all the worse. It had all started so simple, Herbert joking with him while they sipped their coffee. "You know, the gossip made its way through the line when you got engaged. For awhile the captains were having to remind their officers not to fraternize beyond what was appropriate with the first class ladies."

He had started. "Sir, I can assure you I did nothing beyond-"

"I know you didn't William, you've never been the type to flaunt the rules. I believe that's Lightoller's duty. But really, it is a surprise to see you among the passengers. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look rather ill at ease around them. I know part of that is due to your current circumstances, but you seem to be having a hard time." Haddock had lit both their cigars at that point, and Will had ducked his head. It was hard with all those first class passengers enjoying a happy and carefree crossing, while he tried to do the same. For awhile, it had worked. When he had focused on Ana he hadn't thought about his mother, but now he could feel it eating at him.

Will had spoken slowly, unwilling to voice his grief and had focused on the foibles of first class instead. "It is hard, sir. I wasn't born to it like most of them, but Ana is a great help. She's the most wonderful woman, and has always been beside me to support me."

"She seems like a kind woman, and beautiful. And rather funny, in a rather frank sort of way."

"Ana is quite unlike the other ladies in some ways, and yet so like them in others. One time when she came to see me she worked her way across." He had smiled at that, Ezekiel had told him the story and they'd shared a laugh over it.

"Really?"

"Yes, although I haven't seen her covered in coal dust, I have it in good authority she was down with the firemen for part of it. She was an able deckhand on her yacht during the summer."

"Well, I won't allow her to take a trip down to our boilers. Unless you two have some memory from down there you'd like to revisit?"

"No sir, it was only the bridge, the first class areas and the promenade deck."

"Well, there's no need for you two to spend your time up here, I'm not sure you have many pleasant memories to think about here." Haddock hadn't meant to bring up anything negative, Will knew that. The captain didn't know that Will had felt his heart drop as he looked out into the cold night and watched the weak moonlight reflect off the waves. Will was vaguely aware that Haddock was by him, shaking his arm and talking. "William? Will? What is it? Answer me, damn it!"

But the air was so cold, and he was right here, on the railing, looking out ahead of the ship. There was something out there, he knew it and it was coming. He couldn't tear himself from the railing, because it would be pointless. No matter if he rushed into the bridge and took command of the wheel himself, the ship would still wreck. He would still ruin it, more people would die. Ana would die because of him, and he-

A sharp whistle broke through his thoughts, something that didn't happen that night. He didn't have a whistle to blow then, not until later, and then Ana was there. Oh, of course, they weren't in any danger. Not now, not while he was away from the helm. So long as he wasn't on watch, they would be safe. So he let Ana lead him back to bed, and he clutched at her all night. Ana hadn't been naked in his bed that night, and the warmth of her flesh under the blankets was a far sight from the cold he had remembered. He'd kept his hand where he could feel her heartbeat all night, just to reassure himself that she was still there. When she stirred in the morning, he was already awake and he pressed a dozen kisses to her. "Ana, Ana, thank God for you."

"Captain Haddock came right for me." She mumbled, turning in his arms to bury her head against his shoulder. "It's alright Will, it's done with."

"It is." He muttered, holding her close and brushing his hands over her soft hair. "And we will think no more of it." All he wanted was to forget what had happened, so he chivvied Ana along to get dressed quickly so he could whisk her up to the dining saloon. But he had one idea in mind for before they ate, and he pressed a finger to his lips when Ana cocked her head as they went by. "I want to show you something."

She squeezed his arm, "What?"

"Someplace you've seen before." He tugged her along, finding the lounge and a certain revolving door. "Right through here, remember?" Apparently she did, because she stepped into the same section as him. He dropped his hands to her waist, remembering how he had seen her the first time. Her lips slightly parted, a light flush to her cheek, and God how he had wanted her. So he leaned down to whisper to her, even if it made them have to continue around the door another time. "I wanted to kiss you so badly that day."

"I wanted you to." She muttered, and he couldn't help but drop his lips to hers. It was brief, for the door didn't stop spinning and they were shortly ejected into the smoking room. It was deserted this early, and he laughed as she wrinkled her nose. "God, it's disgusting in here."

"It's been used a lot." He replied, walking over to a table and fetching a matchbook for her. "Here, for your collection."

She flipped it between her fingers, "You know this reminds me, I have been thinking about something lately."

"About what?"

"Your smoking." She held up her hands, forestalling him from interrupting. "There's no way it can be healthy, and Will, I just don't want it to hurt you."

"Ana, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"I know you started reading General Grant's memoirs, and you know he wrote those while he was dying from cancer because he smoked so much. I don't want that for you."

"I don't smoke as much as him." He raked his hands through his hair. "Christ Ana, I don't smoke like a chimney! Why are you doing this now?"

"Because Will," She stepped forward, placing her hands on his chest. "There's fourteen years between us. I know I'm going to have to lose you someday, I just want to keep it away as long as I can." He could see a glint of tears in her eyes. "Please Will, can you just stop smoking? For me?"

"Ana," He brought a finger up, brushing the tear away. "I can try, but you have to allow me something."

"A cigar on special occasions, and a pipe with Lights?"

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I can live with that." But he was still unsettled as they went off to breakfast. He loved his pipe, he loved relaxing with it at the end of the day and he didn't want to give that up. But then he looked down at Ana, her blonde hair curled around her shoulders, and he realized he loved her more that that. It would be hard, but for more time with Ana, he would try. It had obviously been on her mind, had obviously distressed her, and he didn't want anything to ruin today. He wanted a nice day with Ana, remembering their past, and he wasn't going to dwell on it.

So he put it from his mind as they sat down at the breakfast table, and Will saw her smile when she ordered the entire spread. She smiled as she sipped her milk, "You must be quite hungry."

"Aren't you?" He looked down, considering the menu for a moment. "Is smoked salmon still allowed?"

Ana sighed, waiting until the steward had set down all of their order before replying as she poked at a bowl of oatmeal. "It's not like I'm asking you to become a teetotaler you know, I just don't want you to smoke as much."

He handed her the honey, letting his fingers linger on hers. "And I promise I'll try love, if you promise me one thing."

"What?"

"To not worry yourself about it anymore." He turned to his own breakfast, "I don't want you worrying, you have a tendency to do that." The last thing he needed was for Ana to worry herself into a state again, and he watched as she ducked her head. He reached over with a foot, gently touching her leg. "Promise?"

"I promise I'll try." She smiled, and Will chuckled. As usual, Ana had the breakfast plates cleaned in a moment and he was quite happy to take her up on a promenade. The clouds had gotten thicker overnight and had driven most of the other passengers inside. Will took in a deep bracing breath, almost glad for the cold at the moment.

It meant that when he paused and gestured to a spot by one of the roofs of the rooms below no one was around to notice them. "Do you remember this spot?"

"Vaguely." Ana peered closer, as if it would reveal some secret.

Will let his hands fall to her waist, leaning over from behind her. "This was where we kissed for the first time."

"On another ship, and in another time." Her voice trembled a bit, but she leaned into his touch.

"The ship looks the same to me, and it was still cold then." He pulled her tight. "Care to be taken advantage of, Miss Dalian?"

"Gladly, Officer Murdoch." Ana was clearly happy to have something else to think about, turning around and catching his tie to tug him along. "And now you don't have to go on watch so we can stay as long as we like." Will let himself be led, for the moment, because when Ana turned and clearly expected him to kiss her, he pushed her back against the wall and kept her there while he grabbed at her for all he was worth.

Her bum felt good to knead, her mouth tasted sweet and her skin was so soft that he couldn't help but drag his hands over ever bit he could reach. He felt her slip her hands inside his coat to clutch at his shoulders, her fingers digging in. In fact, he was quite sure that if not for his shirt she would scratch him. So for that, he wrapped his finger in her head, pulled her head back a bit, and did his best to shove his tongue down her throat. She moaned at that, and Will had to stop himself from lifting her skirts. It was far better than the first time he had kissed her, it had been an accident and chaste, but he could still remember ever moment of it.

He had expected her to pull away, to push him away and curse him. She might have even slapped him, she would have had every right to. But no, her lips had been soft and yielding and she had looked at him after with such trust and affection. And then she'd pulled him aside and he knew it had been wrong to kiss her again but he had already damned himself with the first one. So he'd kissed her while worrying that someone might see, and they had both been far too forward with each other.

But not more forward than they were being now, and Ana pulled breathlessly away for a moment. "Will, we can't be here all day."

"I know," His lips were already growing cold now that he was away from her. "Where shall we go?"

"The kennels?" She was quickly tugging on her coat to set it to rights, he had tugged on it quite a bit. "I'd like to see Rigel." He snorted at that, heaven forbid she go a day without her dog, but offered her an arm to hold as they walked to the kennels. When they reached it, they found it locked and what sounded like a battle going on inside as the steward was loudly begging Rigel to behave and just sit for his bath. Ana covered her mouth, clearly laughing. "I think Rigel is having a good time."

Will snorted, drawing her back to him as they continued on. "And I think we are going to have to tip that poor steward very well at the end of this." He kept his arm around her as they went back inside, content to wander with her. She never seemed to pause very long, although she lingered in front of one room. Will glanced in, seeing a room of comfortable chairs, dark tables and a few stocked bookcases. He held her a little tighter, "Ah, I remember this room."

"So do I."

"You know, when your mother sent that stewardess to find me I had to beg Lights to cover my watch for a time." He knew she didn't know this story, because Lights at least had the decency to not mention that, at least when Will had been around them both. All the stewardess had managed to get out that night when she had sprinted into the bridge was the Mrs. Dalian needed him urgently in the Reading and Writing Room, something to do with her daughter, and Will had almost rushed off the bridge without even getting someone to keep an eye on Moody.

Lights had demanded an explanation after he had returned. "What was so damn important you got me out of bed?"

"A man was attempting to force Miss Dalian to accompany him to the concert," Will had looked away, unwilling to let Lights see the flush on his face as he remembered how he had almost shoved his hands up Anastasia's skirt. "She asked me to interceded since I was someone she knew with authority onboard."

"Ah, I take it you scared the cad off?" Lights had laughed, clearly glad to forgo a few minutes of sleep if he could get his hands on some entertaining gossip. "I met her earlier you know, she's a pretty thing."

Will had known he was in for jokes the whole voyage after that comment. "Yes, she's very fetching."

"So you've marked your territory, then? Sent the other man running?" His friend had come closer, his voice at least dropping a bit so everyone didn't hear him. "I mean honestly Will, if you're waiting for a sign to find someone after Ada, it's hard to think of a more obvious one."

"Lights, she just needed my help."

"And you ran off after her like a knight in shining armor." Lights had jostled him, "I've no doubt she's half fallen for you after tonight. You know, you could always just marry her when we get to New York and take her back with us to Southampton. I'm sure Sylvie would love to have someone with a similar story."

Will had jostled him back for that, "She's worth far more than me."

"Don't sell yourself short, mate. After all, I somehow got Sylvie to marry me. Miracles happen all the time." Lights had left at that, and Will shook the memory away as Ana had led them to the lounge. A steward had left out several games and decks of cards, and he laughed when Ana deliberately avoided the table with the cards to grab a chessboard.

Will glanced up as he helped set the pieces into place. "You didn't feel like a round of poker?"

"You shouldn't tease me if you want me in your bed later." She muttered, tapping a pawn as she considered her first move.

Will was already considering making his first move with a knight, "Well, we only have the one bed. I suppose you could sleep in one of that chairs in the sitting room, awfully uncomfortable though." She snorted at that, moving a pawn forward to free her bishop. Neither of them were very good, but Will found he enjoyed playing just to make Ana mad. The way she could wrinkle her nose, her eyes flicking up to glare at him when he used a simple move with his rook to take her bishop. The best moment though was when Will had her in check and she cursed under her breath, "Damn it, why didn't I see that?"

"I've seen it for five minutes, I was just stringing you on." Will chuckled, watching as she shifted her queen to cover her king. He simply moved his rook down one more row. "Check."

"Fuck." Ana hissed, desperately searching her pieces for something to stop him. Will kept quiet as she brought a knight around, and slid his other rook to take her queen. Ana's mouth was screwed up, "That's checkmate, isn't it?"

"Yes," He tapped her king, sending it tumbling down. "Care to play again?"

"Not when you're so damn cocky." Ana spat, standing and collecting all the pieces.

Will caught her around the waist when she started off again, pressing his lips to her ear. "You keep cursing like that and I'll haul you off to bed." He could see a slight flush on her cheeks, and she batted his hand away. It was easy to forget what they were traveling to when he could see his wife with embarrassment on her cheeks and lust in her eyes. But then those brown eyes glanced out the windows, and he knew what she was about to say. "Don't tell me you have to get dressed already."

"Will, I can't exactly walk into the restaurant dressed as I was last night."

He thought for a moment about fighting her on it, but he only sighed. "As long as I can help you dress again." It was getting dark fast from the way the clouds were socking in, and he had to stifle a yawn. He was quite glad that they would be getting in tomorrow, it would be nice to have at least one night in his own bed before setting out for Scotland. The bed in their cabin was far too soft, although Ana enjoyed it. He couldn't help himself when he was buttoning her dress on, giving her a squeeze. "You know, this will be on the floor soon enough."

"Only the floor in here," She prodded at him with a foot. "If you disrobe me in the restaurant they might just throw you in the brig." He snorted, leaving the top button of her dress undone. Her hair, curled down her back, hid it from view. But he knew it was there, and if she suspected why he let his hand drift up her back, well, she at least didn't say anything. Instead she seemed quite glad to get to the restaurant. She grinned looking at the menu, "Ah, wonderful, I'm starving."

"After that breakfast?" Will chuckled, glancing down the menu. Starting with jellied vegetables and moving onto lobster, a crown roast served with fresh baked bread, leek soup, a roasted chicken and finally ice cream, with the option of cigars for the gentlemen.

Ana set the menu down, happily accepting a glass of wine from their steward. "Will, we didn't eat lunch you know." He blanched at that, realizing that when they would have been eating lunch he had trouncing her at chest and deliberately goading her about bedding her later. Ana laughed at his expression, and was still chuckling as they started in on the first course. Will was quite glad to have something to fill his mouth with, because he was half tempted to tease her to the point of cursing again.

Instead he watched as Ana savored every bite of food and tried to do the same. He had watched people at the various parties he had to go to talk about the delicate flavors and spices that they could detect, and he had to admit that was all lost on him. He enjoyed the buttery lobster, the richness of the roast steaks and the warm bread that he mopped up the juices with. He savored the warm broth of leeks and the crunchy spiced skin of the chicken, but he could not have described it in such fanciful terms as the stewards did when they presented each plate.

Finally their steward came forward with their last course, chocolate ice cream, and placed a cigar down for Will. He looked to the both of them, "Is there anything else I can bring you tonight?"

"A glass of whiskey." Ana replied immediately, already spooning up her ice cream.

"Perhaps madame would prefer a cordial?" The steward said with a glance towards Will. "We have a lovely strawberry cordial."

"Madame would prefer a glass of whiskey without having to ask Captain Haddock to dip into his private stock." Ana raised an eyebrow, sending the steward scurrying off, but not before Will called for him to bring two glasses.

Will reached for his own ice cream, smirking. "You know, you didn't have to terrify the boy."

"Well, he was clearly looking for you to gainsay me." She did give the steward a smile as he returned with their whiskeys. "What a horrible husband to allow your wife to indulge in hard drink."

"Hardly, especially when I'm indulging in it with you." He replied, hissing slightly as he sipped at his whiskey. It was harsh after the sweetness of the ice cream, and he chuckled to see that Ana had done the same thing. He could see a few other tables glancing over at them, smirking to see a lady enjoying such a crass drink. Will raised an eyebrow at them, instead finishing his whiskey quickly and doing his best to get Ana to finish hers. "Honestly love, aren't you finished?"

"I'd be done faster if you weren't trying to talk to me." She muttered, but threw back the dregs in her glass and stood. "Care to escort a lady back to her cabin?"

"Hardly, I'd like to smoke one last cigar before you take them from me." He teased, holding her close as they made for a door to the boat deck. He gave Ana his jacket as he stood at the rail, lighting the cigar and breathing in the cold tobacco scented air. It was cold and dark, and he was glad to have Ana by his side. God, there was even a bit of snow coming down. He watched as she held her fingers up, trying to catch a flake on her glove. Will couldn't help but think back to a similar night, smoking cigars with her father out here.

Gareth had only waited a moment for both of them to light up before speaking, "You mentioned you were a widower Mr. Murdoch, would you mind if ask why?"

"Illness sir, she passed while I was out on a crossing." Will had considered the glowing end of his cigar. "I was miserable for a long time after."

"My sympathies, I must admit that I was always frightened that I would come back from a trip to have lost Ruth." He had given him a pat on the shoulder, "But I still have her, I don't know what I would do if I lost her."

"It was not a pleasant time, and I have not felt what I felt for her until I met Anastasia." Will had wanted to shift the subject away from Ada quickly before he teared up, and he forced himself to remember the way Ana had stilled when he had kissed her cheek. Her eyes had been alight when he had pulled away, and she almost forgot how to speak for a moment.

Gareth had grown quiet for a moment, his gaze hard as he considered Will. "And you're quite sure that it doesn't have anything to do with the fact that she's my heir?"

He had laughed. "Not a bit, sir. If she was a factory girl, I'd still feel the same."

"She's a bit more fetching than a factory girl I'd hope." Gareth had chuckled, "Although her mother was a shop girl when I first met her, still the finest thing I had ever seen. And I see more of her in Anastasia than I do myself, thank God."

"Indeed sir, she's beautiful." Will had blanched, then tried to backpedal. "Not that I just see her mother in her, I'm sure you can see yourself in her. She certainly seems to have your maritime knowledge."

Gareth had smiled at his brief panic, blowing a ring of smoke out to sea. "She is beautiful, although I think her mother wished I didn't raise her to be quite so much of a sailor's daughter." He had snorted at that, and Will had grinned. Gareth may have spent time on ships, but he was not a sailor entirely. "Anastasia is my pride and joy, and she certainly took her time coming along."

"You mentioned she was your heir?" Will had been curious about that, having expected her to have siblings somewhere.

"My, and Ruth's, only child. I'd do anything for her, Mr. Murdoch. And I hope that you'd do the same." A stern fatherly gaze had been cast his way, and Will had ducked his head while he tried to think of something elaborate to say.

In then end, he'd simply spoke his first thought. "Of course, she's worth anything."

"She is." Gareth had looked out, his voice quiet. "Has she told you anything about her time before being onboard?"

"She told me about the incident." Will had frowned. "It made me regret I didn't shove that boy over the railing when we were leaving Southampton."

"And you don't think less of her for what happened to her?"

"It was not her fault, it was his. And I promise you, Mr. Dalian, I shall do everything I can to protect her from a reoccurrence."

Gareth's mouth quirked up. "But the question is, do I have to be worried about you doing the same?"

"Sir, I would never even think to force my attentions on your daughter. And if I did, you have every right to shoot me."

"I think she'd be more likely to slap you." He had snorted. "Although considering you already got her away from that son of a bitch, I suppose I can trust you on that. I've never known White Star to promote cads, either."

Will had stood a little straighter at that. "I'm hopeful for a promotion soon, sir. I was planning for one on this trip, but they brought over a chief from the Olympic to oversee things."

"You'll get there one day, you seem to be competent to say the least."

"Thank you, sir." Will had looked down at his watch. "I have to be back on watch soon, but if I may ask something of you?"

"You've already asked to court my daughter, but go ahead."

This had been the biggest risk he had taken that night. "Might I come call on Anastasia the day after we dock? I imagine I'll be sent away soon, and I should like to make the most of my time in New York."

"You may, so long as you don't mind my wife and I chaperoning." Gareth had held out a hand, "Now, head off to your watch or I don't think they'll let you have that leave."

Will had shaken his hand, not realizing that would be the last time he'd ever see Ana's father. "Thank you sir, I promise you that I truly care for Anastasia, not the money. And that I will do my best to protect her."

"Will?" Ana's voice cut through his memory, and he felt her hand on his arm. "Are you alright? You've been quiet for a while."

"I was remembering that night I shared a cigar with your father," Will shook his head, "I should have asked him for your hand last night, that way he at least could have known how much you meant to me before he died."

She gave his arm a squeeze, "I'm sure he knew, sometimes he could be quite perceptive."

Will snorted, tapping off some of his cigar ash on the railing. "Still, I wish I had told him." He looked out at the water through the swirling snow, dropping his head. What was he doing? Smoking a cigar and planning to go back and bed his wife while he was headed to his mother's funeral? What kind of man did that? He couldn't hold it in anymore. "I feel like an awful son, my mother is dead and I've been having fun on this crossing. At least a bit, and I've been doing anything to avoid thinking of her." Part of him wanted to throw his cigar overboard, send it whirling through the fat flakes of snow falling down around them. Instead he shoved it back into his mouth and tried to puff even harder on it.

He felt Ana's hand on his shoulder, "Will, do you remember when Father died?"

"Yes." He muttered, "I do."

"Do you remember how I always wanted to be with you?"

"Yes."

"That was because when I was with you I didn't have to think about him not being around. Does that make me a horrible daughter?"

He turned at that, the absolute absurdity of it all making him flustered for a moment. "Ana, you were never a horrible daughter." She had mourned her father properly, she'd cried and worn black and kept herself from social functions. And she'd done it out of a true sense of loss, not from social requirements.

"But I did the same thing you're doing."

He blinked, because then he remembered that she had, in a way. She'd clung to him at night, when it was very much not done by single women of society. She'd drank with him and they'd done things he never should have even let her learn about. "Yes, well, I mean," He stammered, looking down. "I don't know Ana, about any of this."

Her soft hand brushed his cheek, drawing his head down to rest on hers. "You don't have to know everything Will, I don't. But everyone grieves differently, and some of us push it off. It doesn't make us bad people, we still mourn our parents, but it doesn't mean we have to be prostate with grief for months. So we just deal with what happened and keep moving forward, while remembering them. Alright?"

He kissed her, letting his lips linger. "Alright." Then she shivered in his arms, and he pulled her tighter. "But let's get your inside, and out of that dress." She giggled a bit at that, although once they were inside she left him for just a moment to speak to a steward. But then she was back, and they were barreling down the hallways to the cabin. He made for the bedroom, for the whiskey and cigar had gone to his head and he needed to lie down for a moment. He still kept his eye on his wife as she sat at the small desk.

"Well, I can think of only one thing for us to do after earlier." Ana smiled at him in the mirror, pulling pins from her hair.

Will, lying back on the bed, didn't even sit up but merely shifted to watch before closing his eyes briefly. "And what is that?"

"We," Ana sounded as if she stepped away for a moment, but then he felt the bed sink beside him. He opened his eye at that, seeing her dangling a bottle from her hand. She raised it to her lips, took a swallow, and grimaced a bit. "We are going to get well and truly drunk."

Will watched as she wiped a hand across her lips, "You're quite sure about that?"

"Yes, although it's rather hard to get drunk in all these clothes." She stood, setting the bottle aside and reaching back for her buttons. She caught his eye over her shoulder, "Care to help your wife?"

He stood, taking a swig from the bottle before swiftly unbuttoning her dress. "I thought I told you earlier that I would be the one disrobing you tonight." Ana chuckled at that, swiping the bottle once he had gotten the sleeves of her dress down and it pooled around her feet. She was still drinking as he unlaced her corset and shoved her chemise down with it. He swiped it from her, "You shouldn't drink so much so fast."

"But it makes me warm." Ana crossed her arms over her breasts and pretended to shiver. "And it's so cold in here."

Will looked to the window, snow clearly still falling outside. "I can think of a way to keep you warm." He took another drink from the bottle, set it aside, and swept her into his arms. She tasted like whiskey and chocolate, and he knew he was rather sloppy at the moment. He nibbled on her lips, dragged wet kisses across her cheek and down her neck and started herding her towards the bed.

Instead of falling back onto it, she sat and pulled him down. Her kiss was equally sloppy and he grinned as she dug her nose into his cheek. She pulled away for a moment, rubbing it. "Damn thing." Will chuckled, leaning down to kiss and gently nip at where her neck met her shoulder. His hands kept themselves busy, squeezing and stroking along her breasts and waist. He truly loved her breasts, firm and pert and just the right size to fill his entire hand when he squeezed them. With the whiskey buzzing in his head he lowered his head to suckle at them, feeling Ana wind her fingers through his hair to hold him there.

He didn't mind, for he started working one hand down to his trousers and fiddling with his buttons. He was already growing hard, and he shifted himself up onto the bed and laid his wife out alongside him. It allowed him to rock himself against her, a bit of relief. But then one of her hands wrapped around him and began to stroke him firmly. He gasped into his wife's shoulder, suddenly feeling rather warm and far too well dressed. Ana laughed as he pulled away to tear at his clothes, "You can keep them on, I don't mind."

He looked at her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dancing with drink. "I mind, now, give me a moment." He still watched her as he undressed, pulling herself to lay back on the pillows and open her legs clearly inviting him to lay between them. Will kicked off his trousers, sending his shirt hurtling after them and crawled up the bed to loom over her. It was always a pleasure to be over her, to feel her latch her hands around his shoulders and lift herself up to try and tug him down. When he didn't do as she wanted, instead preferring to watch the smile spreading over her lips, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She was rather breathless and pressed herself to him, "Will, please." He sunk down onto her at that, moving forward and spreading her thigh even further so he could bury himself in her with one thrust. She moaned at that, her walls already fluttering around him.

Will forced himself to be still, his voice strained. "Ana, if you keep doing that I'm not going to last a minute."

"I can't exactly control it."

"Yes, you can. Now, give me a minute." He grit his teeth, trying to not immediately spend as he started moving and Ana was still clutching him with everything she had. Her fingers dug into his back, her voice nothing but moans and curses and he couldn't resist driving into her faster and harder. Her cries were already growing quicker, driving him on and on and he was cursing shortly as well. He would out last her, he'd let her finish and thrust into her through her climax until he brought her around again and again until she was begging him to finish. But then she suddenly went stiff, her voice cut off and he came the second he felt her clutch tightly around him.

Panting, she looked over at him when he rolled off. "Will, God."

"Yes." He could only agree, the sweat on his skin already cooling him.

"How soon can you be ready again?"

Will snorted, then looked to the bottle of whiskey. "Depends on how quickly we can get another of these."