"It's an honor I reserve only for the most deserving of individuals." Right now, she's at the top of that list.
"I am the captain." Being the captain comes with its perks. Such as being able to entertain visitors in his cabin. "And being the captain, I say what goes and what doesn't."
He takes a step closer to her. "I assign the jobs. When something needs to be done in the rigging in the hold, I decide who goes up and who goes down."
Into the rigging, or the hold. That's what he means here.
His answer gets him a genuinely warm smile that she flashes at him before answering. "You're at the top of mine too, Killian."
"And you have already decided my job." She says, her eyes flickering down his form as he steps closer. She stays where she is, not caring as he closes the distance between them while they continue their little dance that they have been doing since before they left the City. The subtle flirting and teasing as they spent more and more time together.
Now it's just them, talking about jobs and the ship. Apparently.
The corners of her mouth twitch as she is the one to take a step closer to him this time. She knows why he gave her the job that he did and she intends to continue working on learning more about the ship but not right now. Not in this moment.
Instead, she teases him with a smirk. "Are you suggesting that I work to become Captain?"
She knows what he had meant when he mentioned private quarters but she can't resist.
Holding his gaze, she takes the last step to close the rest of the distance between them and comes to a stop close enough that she can nearly feel the heat of his body through his clothes. She isn't quite touching him, not yet, but she has to tip her head back ever so slightly just to look him in the face. There is no denying the charge in the air around them too, one that seems to wake up her body until every inch of her is so very aware of him.
"Yeah?" Her voice is softer too as she smirks again, one hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest. "Show me."
He thinks it's safe to assume that she doesn't mean she wants to compare the size of his cabin to the first mate's. That would require breaking someone else's privacy, anyway.
"With pleasure." He's had enough of anticipation; he wants action. It takes no effort at all to close what little distance remains between them and pull her to him for a kiss that proves just how much he's been waiting for this.
There is a day when he will have to show her the first mate's cabin because she is determined to claim that role one day but right now she is focused on him.
A flash of pleasure crosses her features before she presses up onto her tiptoes to meet the kiss when he pulls her close. A little moan vibrates against his lips because she had been waiting for this and it certainly doesn't leave her disappointed as she curls her arms around him. Teasing her tongue against his lip, she encourages the kiss to deepen.
That will be at least a year from now, because she will not only have to learn the job well enough to act with some authority when she needs to, but also earn the trust of the crew, who will have to take orders from her.
He presses her against the wall behind her as the urgency of the kiss increases. One hand slips under her shirt and her bra to brush his thumb over her nipple.
It's a good thing that she has a lot of time to spare, then. It's not like she has plans to go anywhere else and so he might get the pleasure of seeing her work to become his first mate.
Right now, she is focused on other pleasures as she nips at his bottom lip when he presses her to the wall. Sliding her hands down and around his back, she tugs at his shirt until she could slide her fingers underneath to tease at the skin there as well. Then she makes a soft noise as she arches into his hand, her nipple hardening under his ministrations.
For his part, he's hoping she's still here a year from now, too, although also like her, he's got more immediate desires that take precedence over anything else.
The hand under her shirt keeps up what it's doing and his other hand slides lower, under the waistband of her underwear and between her legs.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his hand sliding between her legs, finding her damp with arousal as she rocks against his fingers to seek a little more friction. As much as she wants to return the favor, first she wants to get rid of his clothes and so she moves to take his jacket off first. Which proves harder to do than she first anticipates but only because it's incredibly difficult to concentrate with him teasing her, earning a little whimper in response.
He does wear ridiculous amounts of hard-to-manipulate leather, doesn't he? He pauses what he's doing only long enough to help her get his jacket off (he needs to free up his hands for that, anyway), then it's back to what he was doing. More intensely this time, because he's been waiting for this for too long.
"You know, I thought it was supposed to be hard to get the girl undressed. Not the guy." Claire murmurs against his lips, sounding amused when he pulls back slightly to help her with the jacket. Then he is back to teasing her again, causing all her thoughts to scatter with a moan as she rocks up against him.
"I look good though." He certainly doesn't dress like this because it's comfortable. He's also had a lot of practice at undressing women, particularly with corsets. Her clothes are no challenge at all.
He takes a few steps backwards until he reaches the bed, where he pulls her down on top of him.
"Now, that is true." She confirms with a grin while helping his jacket slide off and then his shirt until he is naked from the waist up. Then she goes tumbling down onto the bed with him, her lips curving against his as she moves to straddle his lap while nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "I also have to say that you're very good at giving tours."
"Not everyone gets all these perks." Those are reserved for special people. Or people who actually need a tour. The crew hadn't.
Once she's on top of him, he works on removing her shirt and bra. He shouldn't be the only one who's half naked. "I don't often have company like this for tours."
"Good." She doesn't think she would like the idea of him giving anyone else a 'tour' but it is a little too soon to make a claim like that.
Instead, she helps him to get her shirt off first and follows it with her bra. Both articles of clothing are forgotten on the floor as she smirks down at him, guiding his hands back to her breasts.
It doesn't take any encouraging at all to get his hands moving again, over anywhere they can reach. Now that he can reach a lot more easily. One of them starts to move down her leg again. He's getting more impatient by the moment.
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"I am the captain." Being the captain comes with its perks. Such as being able to entertain visitors in his cabin. "And being the captain, I say what goes and what doesn't."
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"So what sort of things do you say usually goes around here?" She means on the ship, she really does.
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He takes a step closer to her. "I assign the jobs. When something needs to be done in the rigging in the hold, I decide who goes up and who goes down."
Into the rigging, or the hold. That's what he means here.
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"And you have already decided my job." She says, her eyes flickering down his form as he steps closer. She stays where she is, not caring as he closes the distance between them while they continue their little dance that they have been doing since before they left the City. The subtle flirting and teasing as they spent more and more time together.
Now it's just them, talking about jobs and the ship. Apparently.
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"Do you know what's the best part about being the captain? Private quarters."
If she understands his meaning.
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Instead, she teases him with a smirk. "Are you suggesting that I work to become Captain?"
She knows what he had meant when he mentioned private quarters but she can't resist.
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His cabin. That's what he means.
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"Yeah?" Her voice is softer too as she smirks again, one hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest. "Show me."
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"With pleasure." He's had enough of anticipation; he wants action. It takes no effort at all to close what little distance remains between them and pull her to him for a kiss that proves just how much he's been waiting for this.
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A flash of pleasure crosses her features before she presses up onto her tiptoes to meet the kiss when he pulls her close. A little moan vibrates against his lips because she had been waiting for this and it certainly doesn't leave her disappointed as she curls her arms around him. Teasing her tongue against his lip, she encourages the kiss to deepen.
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He presses her against the wall behind her as the urgency of the kiss increases. One hand slips under her shirt and her bra to brush his thumb over her nipple.
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Right now, she is focused on other pleasures as she nips at his bottom lip when he presses her to the wall. Sliding her hands down and around his back, she tugs at his shirt until she could slide her fingers underneath to tease at the skin there as well. Then she makes a soft noise as she arches into his hand, her nipple hardening under his ministrations.
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The hand under her shirt keeps up what it's doing and his other hand slides lower, under the waistband of her underwear and between her legs.
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He takes a few steps backwards until he reaches the bed, where he pulls her down on top of him.
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Once she's on top of him, he works on removing her shirt and bra. He shouldn't be the only one who's half naked. "I don't often have company like this for tours."
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Instead, she helps him to get her shirt off first and follows it with her bra. Both articles of clothing are forgotten on the floor as she smirks down at him, guiding his hands back to her breasts.
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