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Knowing her body as well as he did by now, it was no problem at all that he had control this time around. He knew just how to touch her, just the right angle to push into her, as if he'd mapped her completely and he knew all the paths of her body that would take him where he wanted to go.

His hand on her hip moved to curl underneath her leg instead, keeping her weight up still, and he thrust harder into her when she spread her legs wider for him. His teeth dragged across her nipple, moving onto the other breast next, tongue lapping at the hardened tip, then swirling around it.

It was like he knew what to do before she even had to ask. Mary cried out in pleasure as he increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts.

"My God, Jim..."

It was hard to believe that she'd been nearly dead a few hours ago. His coming after her was brave and stupid and so typical of everything Jim did. She had never been more thankful for his reckless nature. At the end of the day she loved him for it. Mary loved everything about him. Wild horses couldn't drag her away.

He practically shuddered when she cried out, feeling her muscles tense and clench around him, offering more friction and pleasure each time he thrust into her. Despite it, he found it so easy to push inside, her body not offering any resistance even as he picked up pace rapidly, pinning her harder against the wall with each thrust.

"Come," he breathed hotly, mouth trailing up her neck as one of his hands reached for her wrist and guided her own hand down what little space there was between them. "Touch yourself."

Her back arched, head leaned back against the wall. She let him move her hand and her fingers found her clit, rubbing fast circles over it. Before she had been with him, touching herself had been a rather shameful thing that she had only done a few times. Now she would easily do it, especially because he liked watching her.

Mary began a quick descent towards her peak thanks to her own fingers. She closed her eyes, concentrating on how good it felt as Jim banged her hard against the wall.

It aroused him immensely when she started touching herself. It was particularly intense when all he could do was watch, but it was no less enticing like this, and it only drove him to push harder into her, feeling her muscles tense in response to the strokes of her fingers and the thrusts of his own hips.

He knew already he wouldn't last long, and with his thrusts becoming quicker and more erratic, he soon cried out as he reached his orgasm, spilling into her and filling her up with every deep push of his cock, body unwilling to stop as he rode through his wave of pleasure.

Mary followed soon after, aided by his moans of pleasure and her fingers. Her legs stiffened, tightening around him as the orgasm flowed through her. She gripped his hair tightly between her fingers. The feeling of him continuing to thrust deeply as he came was incredible.

Relaxing against the wall as she came down, Mary tilted his chin up and gave him a breathless kiss.

His arms moved to curl tightly around her, and he stepped closer again until they were pressed together and her back was fully against the wall. The kiss was broken as he kept panting for breath, but quickly followed by another, his tongue lapping at her lips aimlessly.

He could almost feel her heart thrumming alongside his, and it was the most reassuring feeling. To be alive, to know that she was too. His arms tightened around her, pulling her into an even closer embrace, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

She could feel his heartbeat in her chest, his hot breath on her neck, could taste the sweetness of his lips. They had made it out of the storm alive and as far as Mary was concerned, they would continue to make it.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth, then closed her eyes as he placed his head in the crook of her neck. "Do you think we might be able to take a bath?"

He knew it, of course, but that was one thing he stood to listen time and again. It felt so sweet when falling from her lips, no longer spreading a sense of discomfort or outright dread at the idea of having to talk about his own feelings.

It was freeing, come to think of it. He didn't feel trapped or pinned down so much as if he could breathe properly for the first time in months.

"Bones was... heating up some water," he mumbled against skin, arms holding her tightly, as he regained just enough strength to be able to carry her to bed. "I can ask someone to come prepare a bath for us."

Now that she felt free to say it, she never wanted to stop telling him. As free as it made him feel, Mary felt that it complicated some things for her. She still had no idea what she was going to tell her father when they landed in Nassau. All she knew was that she didn't want to leave Jim.

Mary wrapped her arms around him as he carried her over to the bed. "I'd like that. We're both still covered in sweat and saltwater." They had bathed together before and Mary enjoyed the intimacy of it. She wrapped a blanket from the bed around her while he went to see about the water.

Chances were Jim wouldn't worry about the complications of her staying with him until they got closer to Nassau. It wasn't that he didn't worry at all about it, just that he didn't really tend to think about problems until they became real and all too tangible to him.

For now, having her close, touching her, kissing her, that was all he could ask for and it was what he got. She was light in his arms and he carried her with ease, kissing her lips as he laid her down in bed, then put on a pair of pants and some crumpled shirt so he could step outside and fetch them some warm water.

It took quite a bit of it to fill up the bath he had in his room, so he had to carry the hot water by the bucket, finally opening the door and carrying them two by two into the cabin. Once they were all inside he closed the door, then took them over to the bath and started filling it up.

Mary was much more of a worrier than Jim was, so of course she was already dwelling on what would happen when she saw her family again. She tried not to focus on it all of the time though, because she knew that doing so would only make her crazy.

The bed was cozy and she did not want to get up at first, but after watching him dump a few of the buckets into the bath, she thought that she ought to help. She left the warmth of the blankets and joined him in filling the tub. A nice steam was already rising off of the water. When it was full, Mary got in, sighing gently at the feeling of the warm water enveloping her body. She glanced up at Jim, waiting for him to join her.

Jim was feeling a little tired himself so he welcomed the help, not so much as protesting as she started lifting the buckets and filling up the tub. It was done much more quickly this way, and once she stepped inside, he undressed again, tossing his clothes aside before he climbed in after her, lowering himself next to her and leaning in to kiss her softly once he was close enough.

"I was telling the truth earlier when I said that I wish to help more," Mary said, noting his appreciation for her help with filling the tub. "Though perhaps not a task that is too disgusting." Even if she was on board, she still considered herself a lady.

Mary settled back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on her body. "Am I a pirate now? A pirate who is also a lady? Or am I still the captain's mistress?"

She didn't mind being that, but she felt as if she were more than that now. Choosing to stay with him meant that she was choosing this life.

Jim chuckled a little at her words, curling an arm around her as her back rested against his chest. "I know. And you can help, I don't mind that. I just mind it if you put yourself at risk without knowing what to do."

If she didn't know what she was dealing with, then chances were she'd only endanger herself and possibly others. That, of course, could only be fixed one way.

"Since that's what you want, then I can teach you. We all can. About the ship, and about sailing. Everything you need to know," he ran a hand along her hair slowly, kissing her temple. "You might have to start with changing your clothes, though. A dress isn't very practical."

"I've never worn pants," she replied. "I do still want to look like a lady, to be beautiful for you." He was right about the practicality of pants though. Perhaps she would only wear them if she knew she was going to have to do something physically demanding. "I'll do more of the laundry and mending and whatever else you think I can handle."

Mary leaned her head up and kissed his jaw. "I suppose we should be getting clean in this tub, but I must admit that lying here with you naked is making me want to do things that are decidedly unclean."

"You always are beautiful to me," Jim answered with no thought whatsoever. As far as he was concerned she shouldn't dress to please anyone, honestly, but if it was him she was trying to please, then she had nothing to worry about. "Besides, practicality aside... I think I should like to see you wearing trousers."

He tipped his head down just enough to kiss her lips, a smile stretching on his face. One of his hands slid down her side, fingers brushing across the skin of her hip and thigh teasingly. "Hmm, yes? And what would those things be?"

Her cheeks actually flushed a bit at his words and how quickly he said them. It felt so natural for him to say. "Why do you wish to see me in trousers?"

She trembled slightly at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin. "Well... your head between my legs, though I don't think that's practical in a tub. I think I would be just as happy with your hand." Her fingers followed his, creeping over her own skin and then sliding along his hand.

It felt natural for him too, and it was easy to say the words out loud when he knew they were thoughts he didn't need to keep in. Not that he'd ever made a secret of how he felt about her looks, but it was different to talk about how much she aroused him and how beautiful she was. There was a different depth of feeling to it now.

"I like your legs. I think... they would look nice in a fitting pair of pants," he hummed, kissing down her jaw and neck, lips curving as his hand slowed down when she settled her over it. "Maybe you should show me where want my hands, then."

"Do you?" Mary slid one of her legs slowly over his. Perhaps she would try it for him and see how she felt about it. Certainly it had be strange, but she agreed that overall pants were more practical.

She moved her hand over one of his and gently slid it over her thigh and between her legs. He wasn't even touching her properly yet and she could already feel the desire charging through her.

"I do," he hummed softly, lips ghosting her neck, planting slow and gentle kisses every so often on the skin. His hand was guided along her thigh, fingers spreading a little the closer he got to between her legs, a single digit brushing lightly past her folds. "But then I like every part of you."

Mary trembled under his teasing touch. Even after all of the sex they'd had, his fingers could still arouse her with just the barest touch. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back on his shoulder. "Yeah?" She asked, voice already breathless. "Do you have a favorite?"

"An unfair question," he kissed near her ear, nipping at the shell as his finger drew up along her slit, his other hand moving up to lightly cup one of her breasts. It would never cease to amaze him how quickly she got wet for him again, although he couldn't speak much when his own arousal was building even now, slow but steadily. "That would be like picking my favorite star in the sky."

She exhaled, long and slow, just enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body. Her legs opened a bit wider for him, her hand still on top of his. "That's quite generous," she breathed. Jim could turn her on more quickly than any man she had been with. Their relationship was intensely physical, but there was a deep emotional connection underneath it as well.

"I'm a very giving person like that," he murmured with lilting amusement, letting her hand guide him between her legs, two fingers now slipping past her folds and curling against her entrance. Her nipple was hard against his fingers already and he pinched it lightly, very much enjoying the show from the upwards angle he had while sitting behind her.

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