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His lips drew away from her for just a brief moment as he moaned, hips bucking again when her teeth teased the sensitive flesh. He breathed deeply and audibly as he sank back down to the mattress, his head tipping up again to mouth at her inner thigh, biting her there.

"Move," he breathed warmly, finding that keeping his head up like this was becoming a little uncomfortable. "Sit on my face. Rub yourself against me."

"Are you sure?" She asked breathlessly, though she didn't wait for an answer. Mary lowered herself carefully until she was flush with his face, though she did not put all of her weight on him. Her hips bucked back and forth.

Once she had established a rhythm, she went back to his cock, taking him inch by inch and then sucking him out again. "Do you want to come in my mouth?" She asked, her voice low with desire. Again, she didn't wait for an answer, simply took him in deep again until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat.

She didn't wait for an answer but he wasn't going to give her one anyway, not aside from the hum he still let out against her as she lowered herself on him. Parting his mouth wider, he pressed his lips and tongue against her, letting them mold to her as he let her move against his face, grinding down and seeking out her own pleasure like this.

His own hips shifted upwards, a slow and careful motion as he moved towards her mouth. He moaned against her, barely managing a muffled yes against her in response, his hands curling and gripping tightly at her thighs as she kept moving against him.

She pulled him out just a little bit so that she wouldn't gag and then sucked on him hard. Mary would keep that up until he came in her mouth. Meanwhile, she rocked her hips over his face, her clit right above his lips and tongue. It only took a few cants before she came for him, her thighs trembling and her moans vibrating against his cock.

His hips sank back down to the bed, fighting the urge to roll up towards the warmth of her mouth. His lips latched on tighter when she came, mouthing her and lapping in long and quick strokes through her orgasm and then after, swallowing down her taste.

That, coupled with the feel of her mouth working up and down his length, was enough to push him over the edge. A few seconds later he followed, moaning against her warm flesh as he came into her mouth, his hips jerking upwards just a hint despite his best efforts to try to not move.

Mary adjusted for the movement of his hips, drawing her head up a bit so that she did not gag. She knew how Jim was. The hip movement was involuntary and he wasn't trying to hurt her.

She swallowed everything he gave her, then slowly sucked him out after he finished. Still panting, she turned back around so that she could lay her head on Jim's chest and feel his arms around her.

His body sank back down on the bed after he came, a lazy and boneless mass spread across the mattress. His eyes blinked slowly and his breath was audible and shallow at best, his head too light on his shoulders.

He felt her shifting around so she was lying on top of him, and his arms wrapped around her almost instinctively, even if his hold wasn't particularly strong. He was still unwilling to let go just yet. "I like your... ideas."

Mary laughed as best she could while she tried to still catch her breath. "Do you?" She was pleased that he had enjoyed himself, as she certainly had too. "You've opened a whole new world for me, Jim." Everything about it was completely improper compared to her upbringing, but she didn't care. She was happy and she was in love.

"Have I?" He chuckled softly, his question evidently rhetorical. His hands smoothed up and down her back, one moving up to her hair, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he spoke again. This time the question wasn't so rhetorical anymore. "Are you happy, Mary? Is this... enough, for you?"

Mary was quiet for a long moment, simply resting her head on his chest and gently stroking it with one hand. She was happy, that was for sure. But was this enough?

"Jim... I'm not entirely sure how to answer that. You make me incredibly happy. Every moment with you I am happy. I suppose that in order to fully answer your question though I will need to know... what you see for us?"

She knew he loved her in return, but did he see himself with her for the rest of his life? And did he plan for it to be on a ship at sea somewhere? It was hard to settle down when one was constantly moving.

He sighed, looking up to the ceiling. He should have expected that question to be turned around against him, but either way it wouldn't have made much of a difference. He still wouldn't have know what to answer.

"I don't know. I never thought about it." He tried especially hard not to think about it, actually. Things had been so blissfully happy that he didn't even want to know what their future would be. If they even had a future at all. "I can't exactly settle down unless it was somewhere very remote. I'm a wanted criminal, after all."

And... there was another point, which he brought up a little more reluctantly. "If you stay... you will be considered a pirate too, eventually. Even if your father wanted to protect you, he could only do it for so long." And chances were he'd take her back regardless of what she wanted given the chance, in an attempt to claim she had been kidnapped and abused. Certainly better than having people realize she had become one of them.

Mary echoed his sigh. While she was usually a planner, one who thought ahead, she too had been so happy that it was much easier to live in the moment than think about the future. She didn't want to think about what Jim was suggesting, but she knew that she had to.

"I've already been consorting with pirates for long enough that I'm sure I can be considered one. You are a hard man to love, Jim, but I do. I love you with everything that I have. Leaving you would be devastating, though staying..." Mary trailed off and sighed again. "I am terrified that you will be captured and hanged."

Her father could and would try to save her, would claim she was brainwashed or something, but Mary wasn't sure if life was worth living without Jim in it.

It would catch up to them, eventually. They could live in the present only for so long, after all, and maybe it was for the best they were facing reality now rather than later, when they were abruptly pulled back and confronted by all the things they so hoped to ignore. Maybe it would be easier to work through it all like this.

Except Jim only felt more helpless now. Or maybe he was just more aware of how helpless he really was, how he had no idea what to do.

"It may very well happen." He couldn't lie to her about that. He played it off and dismissed it all too often, spoke easily about being invincible and free, but he couldn't tell her that she wasn't right to be afraid. It was an all too real possibility that he may be caught, and in that case, he would almost certainly hang.

His words made Mary cling even more tightly to his chest. As much as it pained her to hear it, she appreciated his honesty.

"I don't know how I would go on if they killed you. You're everything to me now."

It was a predicament, and one that she did not see having a good end. That was why it was so much easier to not think about it.

"I used to think pirates were brutal, but you're not. You may do illegal things, but you're one of the kindest and most accepting men I've ever met."

"You'd have to, Mary. I would do whatever it took to not let them do the same to you."

Death, he could face. But he couldn't face the possibility of being the cause for her own death, too. If he had to take the blame and say he had kidnapped and abused her all this while, then he would. So long as it kept her safe— even if miserable. At least she would be alive, and eventually she would get over it. And get over him.

"That won't stop them from killing me. Even if they're proven what kind of person I am, even if they learned that the illegal things I did wouldn't warrant a death sentence, they'd still do it. If nothing else then to make an example out of me." Jim was convinced of that much.

"Jim, why are we talking about this?" She asked. It was making her feel uncomfortable and anxious. The truth hadn't been something Mary was usually afraid of, but then she had never faced a truth like this. "I cannot bear the thought of losing you." Mary's eyes had become teary and there was a hitch in her breath. She hastily wiped at her face.

"I'm sorry, Mary," he curled his arm tighter around her back, the other moving up to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek and brushing away any tears there. He wasn't sorry that he brought it up, though, just that it made her feel this way. But it was necessary.

"We had to talk about this eventually. We can't... can't keep pretending things are just going to be fine. I need you to completely understand what it means— staying on board that ship. Staying with me."

Mary rolled off of him a bit so that she could look him in the eye, even though hers were still wet with tears.

"What would you have me do then? Do you want me to leave you now? To drop me in the next port or send me back to my father? If you don't think there is hope for us, then should we even persist?"

It wasn't what she wanted. In her heart, despite everything and all of the odds against them, she wanted him and she wanted to stay. His death, when it happened, would be heartbreaking, and she would have to do her best to accept it when it came. Mary had never felt so happy or so free in her life. It would be equally devastating to give it up and go back to being a proper, but very bored, lady.

"Mary—"

Her name died somewhere halfway up his throat, and he cleared it before he shifted on the bed. His hand searched hers and held it tightly to his chest, pressing her palm to where his heart beat inside his ribcage.

"I don't want to leave you, not ever. I want you to always stay. And you told me you want that too, but I just... I want you to know what that might mean. That this isn't a safe life, nor is it easy. And that I don't know if I'll ever be able to offer you that sort of life either, even if I stop being a pirate one day."

She could feel his heartbeat beneath her palm and her fingers caressed the skin of his chest. "I don't want to leave," Mary confirmed. "I know it's not safe, but I feel that our love is worth it. If I gave you up, I don't think I would ever be happy again. I'm... willing to take the chance with you."

This was forever. She could feel it. Mary no longer had fears that he would tire of her and would leave her broken-hearted somewhere.

"I'm yours, Jim."

Jim smiled at her words, his gaze warmer. Despite the tone of their conversation, he couldn't help feeling immensely happy to get that answer from her. He'd loathe a life without her at this point. He wasn't even sure he'd manage to part now, but...

He just needed her to be completely sure that this was what she wanted. That she was aware of the risks and that she fully accepted them.

"And I'm yours," he said as he lifted his head and pressed his lips to hers. His hand settled on her side and he flipped them around on the bed, so that she was lying on her back and he was hovering above her.

Maybe she had no idea what she was getting into. She had lost a husband before and it had hurt terribly. Perhaps it was just such a loss that was making her rebel in this way. To sleep with a man and to continue doing it without chance of marriage was scandalous. Mary knew they had a word for women like her, even if Jim was the only man she was sleeping with. Mary loved him though, and she had realized that there was a difference among love and sex and marriage. One didn't need to be married to be committed to someone or to have sex with them. It was a wild idea for both her time and her social class.

Mary grinned up at him when he pushed her back on the bed. She smoothed her hands slowly down his chest. "Did you want something, Captain?"

Jim knew his own opinions on this matter were mad for their time, but then most of his opinions were. No doubt he could easily be called insane for some of the things he believed in and stood for, but luckily his reputation seemed to be mostly built around the fact that he'd been a Navy captain turned pirate.

He was just glad to live among people who shared in his beliefs. Just like he was immensely happy that he'd gotten Mary to see things more like he did too. If nothing else, then at least she was free, of both body and mind. A sentiment in which most women didn't share.

"To kiss you senseless," he smiled, yet despite his words he kissed her slowly, a hand curling on her waist. He broke the kiss and shifted around, settling his head on the nook of her shoulder. "To fall asleep... every day, just like this."

Mary had never even known that she could feel this free. Now that he had shown her, she never wanted to go back to her old life. All she wanted was to be with him and his crew, as loving and friendly as they all were to each other. While her family had been very loyal to each other, Mary had never had friends like she did on the Enterprise.

"Funny, I want those things too," she said quietly. "I'll bet you want me naked in your cabin all the time as well, don't you?"

"Hmm yes, we've spoken about that already," he murmured, grinning as his voice lilted in amusement. His hand slid up from her side and between her breasts, settling warmly at the center of her chest. "No clothes will be allowed in there. The punishment for breaking this rule will be... severe."

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