insurgents | OPEN POST.

Mary had fallen into light sleep. The lull of the ship as the storm passed plus exhaustion over her ordeal had put her out. When she heard the bolt unlocking though, Mary woke suddenly. She sat up on the bed and fixed Jim with an angry glare.

"How dare you lock me in here like a prisoner, Jim."

As if she had much of an argument. She'd gotten both of them nearly killed.

"How can you even ask that?"

He barked back before she even reached the last of her words, his tone harsh and loud, overlapping hers. He still had energy rushing through his body, which only fuelled the sudden anger he now felt about what she'd done, though he knew all too well that it came from a place of concern.

"You walked out into that storm! Are you mad?! You nearly got yourself killed, and what? You'd have me leave the door unlocked so you could go out there and try it again?"

This was the angriest that she had ever seen him be at anyone, and while she knew that he had a right to be, she was feeling too worked up to let the fight go.

"I wanted to help. If I'm to stay here on this ship then I need to be able to do what the rest of the crew does. I may be a lady, but I am not weak. I could have held onto a rope."

He was treating her like the precious cargo that he found her to be, but sometimes Mary got tired of Jim trying to protect her.

"Right, because you were holding onto something when that wave hit you. You would have managed just fine hadn't I jumped in after you."

The mere memory settled unpleasantly at the pit of his stomach, making his insides twist violently. It wasn't that he thought her useless or weak, but the chance that he could have lost her in a heartbeat because she could not see just how much she could handle was still too fresh on his mind.

"God, Mary! You nearly drowned! Do you have any idea— any idea of the horror..."

His voice faltered, and he exhaled shakily, turning away from her and covering his face with his hands.

At the crack in his voice, Mary knew that she couldn't argue with him anymore. What she had done was stupid and she didn't have a leg to stand on. Mary quietly got up and went to stand behind him.

"You're right. I'm sorry. Thank you for saving me. I didn't... I didn't think I would make it."

She had felt how close to death she was and it had been terrifying. Mary placed her hand gently on Jim's shoulder.

He wasn't sure if he wouldn't prefer her being mad at him right now. He was a touch away from breaking down, and that touch came when her hand landed on his shoulder.

A shudder spread through him, and in a breath he turned around, an arm curling around her waist while the other cradled the back of her head and he leaned in to kiss her. Not passionate so much as desperate, but Jim couldn't help himself. He was both too scared and too relieved that he hadn't lost her tonight to hide how he felt now.

Mary let herself be drawn into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. His lips found hers in a desperate kiss that she welcomed openly. Her still-wet body pressed against his, her kisses hungry. He could have died that night too and then she would have been completely lost.

When he pulled back for air, she nuzzled his nose. "I acted carelessly and I'm sorry. I can't believe you just jumped in after me."

He tipped his head and kissed her cheek, her jaw, his face burying in the curve of her neck as he held her close. Closer than before, feeling her body cold and pressed against his. He was cold and wet too, so it wasn't as if it made much of a difference.

"I would rather have died with you," he answered without thought or pause, fingers curling tight into the fabric of her clothes. "I don't want to be in a world where you don't exist."

Her body was flush against his and Mary was sure he could feel both the pounding over her heart and the way that her nipples hardened to peaks as soon as he touched her. She had stopped wearing her corset weeks ago.

"Jim... I don't want to either. I told you, I never want to leave you."

Mary felt that she was his in every sense.

His fingers slid through her hair, curling near her neck, holding her close and seemingly unwilling or unable to let go.

"I do love only one woman," he answered the question she put a while back, sure she would remember it even now. Pulling away just a little, he tipped his head and kissed her again, soft and lingering, his eyes opening and looking into hers. "I love only you."

Mary's eyes were wide as she listened to his words. They almost seemed to not register for a moment and then she let out such a sigh of relief. "Jim..." She pulled him in for a deep kiss, feeling like her heart was going to explode in her chest. His declaration was unexpected at that moment, but certainly not unwelcome.

Her fingers moved quickly to his shirt, sliding her hands underneath it momentarily and then trying to find what held it together.

When Mary's hands slid underneath his shirt, he promptly answered the touch by peeling the wet fabric off his skin, struggling to tug it off his head but managing it anyway. He actually felt more comfortable not having to wear it, the air in the cabin feeling much warmer to him. There were a few bruises and small cuts on his torso and arms, the result from being thrown around during the storm, but evidently they didn't bother him in the least.

His hands moved up her arms, rounding her shoulders and cupping her neck as he leaned in to kiss her again. "You're so cold, Mary."

Once his shirt was off, Mary gratefully ran her hands over his chest, gently touching every scratch and scar. She wanted to kiss every single one of them.

"I know," she agreed with a nod. Her hair and dress were still damp from her dunk in the waves. After kissing him, she leaned back in order to unbutton the front of her dress. As soon as it cleared her waist, she was able to slip her arms out and push it down over her hips. Her wet petticoats clung to her legs, but she was naked from the waist up. Mary moved back into his arms, seeking his warmth.

Jim helped along as she shrugged off her wet dress, tugging it past her hips and letting it drop to her feet. Lips sought the skin of her neck, dipping lower and down her throat, while his thumbs hooked on the elastic of her petticoats and tugged them down too.

Her skin felt too cold wherever he touched, something that he didn't like much. Uncomfortable in his wet trousers and even more drenched boots, he next busied himself with toeing them off, feeling immediate relief when his feet were out of the small pools of water within his own shoes.

She wasn't sure if she had been in the water too long or not, but she did feel incredibly cold. Being close to him was helping though. Mary sighed and leaned her head so that he could kiss down her neck. After such an admission, she wanted him, and was sure that their activity would bring her body heat back up.

Her fingers moved down over his hip bones before moving to the button on his pants. Once they were open, she helped them to the floor.

There should be better ways to warm up, actually, but Jim was unwilling to stop this now. It would likely end up being a little quick and desperate, but he needed her badly, needed to feel her warm and solid and trembling against him, another confirmation that she was very much alive and well.

Stepping out of his pants, he walked her back into a wall, pressing her up against it as his hips pinned hers to the surface.

Mary needed this as well, especially after hearing him tell her that he loved her. She wanted nothing other than to have him inside of her.

She gave a little gasp when he pinned her to the wall, but her eyes blazed with excitement. Leaning down, she kissed his recently healed shoulder, her lips moving over the fresh scar that was there. One hand moved up to tangle in his damp hair as the other slid down his chest.

He put just enough room between them to be able to slip a hand between them, drawing up her bare leg and dipping between her thighs. The small distance between them wasn't ideal, but he was getting hard already and he needed her wet and ready for him.

Aching for the touch of her hand too, he pressed two fingers against her warmth, sliding past her folds and brushing against her open.

Her leg moved up over his hip, opening herself for him. A soft moan escaped her lips as soon as she felt his fingers against her. Jim always touched her with purpose. Ever since their first time he had been confident in his ability to make her feel good and all of his caresses were deliberate and sure.

Mary paused her hand momentarily while he explored her wetness, then continued to drag it down his abdomen. She gently grasped his cock, sliding it slowly through her fist.

He gasped softly at feeling her wet already, two fingers pushing into her as deep as he could manage. Slowly he worked her open for him, feeling her muscles stretch, his lips searching hers and kissing her a little sloppily.

His hips rolled towards the touch of her hand, shuddering as she started stroking him, his fingers picking up pace in response.

"Jim," she moaned as she felt his fingers sliding into her. Mary was practically always ready for him. Before being with him, she had never had sex that was as raw and as passionate as theirs was. Truly she loved her late husband, but Jim had showed her a completely different type of love. He knew the perfect way to make her body sing for him.

Her hand continued to work up and down his cock until she felt that he was fully hard. It stood on end when she released him.

He kept fingering her for a while longer, slowing down once he released his cock, then drawing his fingers out of her. Lifting his hand up to his lips, he licked at them briefly, more of a tease than anything, then put both of his hands on her hips so he could hoist her up against the wall.

"Mary," he urged, lips close to hers, his hips shifting to better fit between her legs. "Guide me in."

There was something very erotic about the way he licked his fingers and it only served to light her up even more. She felt herself being lifted and wrapped both of her legs around him. With him holding her, she was able to reach down and fit the head of his cock at her entrance.

Mary anticipated the feeling of him sliding into her. "Make love to me..." They may have been against a wall, but she could still feel his love for her. She had felt it for a long time, even if tonight was the first time he said the words.

It was all too easy to press forward when the head of his cock settled against her open, and when she spoke, he pushed past the rim and slid into her. His breath stuttered audibly with every inch he felt of her molding around him, gasping as he finally buried himself to the hilt.

"God, Mary," he groaned in-between kisses, lips latching onto her neck as he rolled his hips once, the motion slow and gentle but still intense. "You feel too good."

She arched her back and leaned her head against the wall, enjoying the feeling of every inch of him burying deep inside of her. He was bigger than the other men she had slept with, but she could still take all of him easily.

"Mmmm, you're so deep," she murmured. "Take me..."

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she guided his lips down her neck towards her breasts. Her nipples stood hard and waiting for his tongue.

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Why must work be a thing when there are such beautiful tags like this?

work is evil!

agreed

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