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The Captain(ess)'s Girl {skeith & Fate}

Sybil remained silent as the descended from the cabin, keeping her eyes on the floor. A bright blush flourished on her face as she heard the men's proclamations. Had she not been trying to put on the guise of captain's girl she'd have slapped each and every one of these men silly for what was said. She offered no greeting to any of the men and only glares to those who had siezed her the night before.

Entering the Galley she took her seat beside the captain she kept her gaze focused on the food before her. She could hardly stand to listen to the crew speak much less watch them eat. She ate her own food politely, cutting it into small portions before placing each in her mouth one at a time. Occassionally moving to cleanse her pallet with a bit of... Whatever they filled their glasses with. All she knew was alcohol was involved and she wasn't acquainted with it yet.
 
For her part, Jackson played the role of pirate captain to perfection, as usual. She yelled with her men, exchanging congratulations as though this were a tavern. Oddly enough though, she refused to tell any details that would directly offend Sybil's honor, and she made certain that her crew knew that such things wouldn't be allowed. They were dining with a lady now, so they would have to act a little straighter. The men grumbled good naturedly, but seemed willing to go along with the plan, at the least.

Jackson saw that Sybil was eating and drinking, which made her relax a little. Leaning over, she informed her "girl" that the drink was a mostly watered down alcohol, something that wouldn't make her too tipsy and mostly added much needed liquid refreshment. Jackson ended by grinning and blowing in Sybil's ear, ending with a wink.

The men seemed to be handling things well, some asking questions about Sybil's origin, some mentioning the next port of call, while others simply talked about the latest haul. Things seemed to be going well, until one of the men, most likely one who had helped with the suggestion in the first place, called out:

"Why not show us a kiss, cap'n? We tain't seen action in weeks!" he called. Unfortunately, the crowd picked it up.

Jackson glared at first, but broke into a smile. There didn't seem to be much choice. Reaching around, she took Sybil's head in her hands, and placed a gentle, but insistent, kiss upon those lips. A few seconds, and Jackson pulled away, saluting her men with her glass and hoping that Sybil didn't kill her.
 
Sybil played along however embarassing she found the action. She returned the brief kiss, begging for the moment to end. And so there it went, her first kiss captured by both a pirate and a woman. Once it was over she eyed the captain with a look of confusion. She lowered her face at the sound of the crew cheering as she reached for her drink, a bright blush surfacing on her face. For the first time she wished it was something stronger.

After she finished her meal she used the back of her hand to wipe her lips clean before she gave a nod to the crew followed by a brief bow to the captain. "I think I'll return to the cabin for now." She rose from her seat and began to leave the galley. Once beyond the door, she walked much faster for fear of being followed. She disappeared quickly into the captain's quarters, closing the door behind her.

She walked over to the table and poored a glass of brandy which she gulped back quickly. The action caused a coughing fit, seeing as she both drank it too fast and wasn't accustomed to alcohol. "Of all the idiotic, unexpected, vile things!" She growled as she poured another glass. "I guess I should have known something like that would be necessary." She sat down in the same seat she had taken the night before. Her eyes falling to the glass in her hand.
 
It took Jackson a while to notice Sybil's discomfort at the kiss. She was too busy playing pirate captain, entertaining her men and generally bolstering morale. Their victory had left everyone feeling good, and seeing the captain happy with a girl only further added to that excitement. It was only when one of the crew pointed out how prettily Sybil blushed making certain that the lady heard the compliment, that Jackson noticed, and she immediately began cursing. She hadn't warned Sybil that something like that might happen, and the girl probably didn't know what to do about it.

Nonetheless, Jackson smiled and waved off her companion, making certain to lean over and watch the girl walk away. A few of the other men whistled, and Jackson had to loudly calm them down. Meanwhile, she was rehashing how good it had felt to actually kiss someone, particularly someone with soft lips and a fiery personality. Somehow, Jackson just knew she was going to get a tongue lashing from that later, and probably not the one the men expected.

That might have been part of the reason why Jackson spent hours before returning to her room. She'd had orders to give and things to check out. The loot divide had to be cleared, especially considering the hefty share Jackson had to take out to balance out having Sybil along. Orders had to be given to the crew and cook. She'd checked the charts, and finally asked her first mate the same question twice, before realizing that she was stalling, afraid to approach her.

Finally, Jackson approached her cabin, not bothering to lock. She quickly shut the door behind her and stared at her captive.

"Ye should 'ave figured tha' somethin' like tha' woulda happened," insisted Jackson, her voice edgy. "I tain't responsible. Ye knew." Her eyes fell on the drink. "Tell me ye ain't had too much o' that..."
 
Sybil had her head in her hands when Jackson entered the cabin. She groaned slightly when she heard her voice. "I know that..." She said as she turned to face the pirate. Her cheeks were slightly reddened by the drink. But she certainly wasn't drunk. Though she did seem far more relaxed that she had been. "I'm not dumb enough to drink myself stupid." She said as she attempted to stand up, her legs were a little wobbly, but she managed to steady herself on the table.

"However, it was a stronger drink than I had anticipated." She shook her head before turning to face the pirate again. "Maybe I should've known... But you had no right to put me on display like that." She said aloud. "Even a little bit of prior warning would have made that easier. Of course, being a pirate, I'm sure you're not quite used to asking to get what you want." She may have been a bit tipsy but she remained defiant to a fault.
 
Sybil's intelligence certainly seemed to be in question now, what with the ruddiness of her cheeks and the wobbliness of her balance. Rolling her eyes, Jackson moved forward, steadying the girl with another hand, helping her keep upright. The defiance was back in Sybil's eyes, and she was already backtalking Jackson. The pirate rolled her eyes once more in response.

"Th' whole point was tae put ye on display, remember? I gave ye a choice," protested Jackson. she wasn't hardly about to back down either. Still holding on Sybil, as she didn't want the girl to fall, Jackson moved slightly, frowning. "An' ye really need tae stop besmirchin' me profession like that. I like ye, lass, an' ye easy on the eyes. These be the only reasons ye tain't been tossed overboard or given tae the men."

A lie, and a poor one at that. Jackson had absolutely no intention of doing any such thing to anyone who didn't deserve it. Annoying though she may be, Sybil hadn't done anything to deserve being tossed to a gang of horny pirates for their own personal pleasure. Still, Jackson had been raised by pirates, and she was determined to use threats to make her point.

"yer a bloody nuisance already," muttered Jackson. She sighed, finally letting go of Sybil to go sit down at a table. "Jus', jus' go tell 'im I told ye tae look at our weapons or somethin' useful like. Don't want tae deal wit' ye right now, an' it's my cabin."

Her boat, technically, and Jackson was half tempted to toss Sybil off it. She'd be lying if she didn't admit that at least part of the reason had to do with how much Sybil was protesting. A compliment would have been nice.
 
Sybil was going to argue but the captain had a point. She had agreed to play the part, which included all lines in the script. In addition, this was her boat and it wasn't like that was about to change. She looked at the door fearfully for a moment before giving a quiet nod and exiting the room.

She approached a crew member and demanded to be shown the armory. Though reluctant the crew member did take her to where the weapons were stored. At first she was only going to waste a few hours before returning to the room but upon seeing how damaged the weapons really were she gave a quiet sigh. She dawned a dirtied leather apron and set to sharpening and properly oiling the blades stored there.

It was a long and arduous process. There were a lot of weapons that needed fixing and more knives and blades were being brought to her regularly as if the men were just looking for an excuse to watch her work. By the time she was done, the only light in the armory was the oil lamp that hung from the cieling. She sat at the table, she could feel how weary the day had made her throughout her body. She was covered in dust and other such shavings that came from the work. The dress was dirtied gray and her face and arms were much the same.

She slowly climbed the steps to the captain's quarters and gave a small knock at the door. Not only did she have no where else to sleep, but she did feel as if she owed the captain an apology.
 
Jackson's day had been a long and frustrating one. Her normal duties had again beckoned her, as they often did, and she'd also had to adjust charts and prepare a course. Perhaps more annoying were her crew's constant reminders that her lady was down in the armory, doing a fair bit of work on the weapons, making them better than ever. It actually surprised Jackson most when her first mate took her aside and praised the captive, mentioning how useful she was even if she was having troubles putting out. There had been a knowing wink and a nudge accompanied, which had earned a tongue lashing.

Nonetheless, the rumors and praise had spread, already increasing Sybil's stock among the crew. So when Jackson suggested they bring out the tub and boil up some seawater, no one objected. The pirate captain even brought out various oils she'd been collecting, putting them all in order. she was half tempted to test the tub herself, but instead settled for merely releasing her braids. Waves of dirty blonde hair had fallen about, nearly reaching mid-back now that they were released.

Jackson was just running her hand through that and grimacing when the knock occurred. Smiling, she opened the door, waving Sybil inside. "Your bath awaits, lass."
 
Sybil wanted to speak but just lowered her head and nodded when the captain mentioned that there was a bath waiting. She did need to clean herself pretty bad. She entered the room before turning to face the captain again. "Listen... This isn't easy for me to do, so don't make me repeat myself." She took in a deep breath before continuing. "I'm... Sorry..." She mumbled, her gaze falling to the floor.

She proceeded past the captain towards the bath which looked more inviting than ever. She wasn't sure how good she felt about undressing entirely in front of the captain. She looked back over her shoulder before giving a quiet sigh. She slipped from the shoes she had been wearing and hoisted the dress over her head. She pulled the lingerie from her legs and quickly climbed into the tub. Her face was covered in a deep blush. She was very uncomfortable being naked infront of the pirate, but the water felt awfully good against her tired body.
 
"Don't be; don't suit ye well," muttered Jackson. She was blushing too, trying to look anywhere but actually at Sybil. The pirate wasn't about to apologize; it wasn't in her to do so. But she'd dragged a bath up here, prepared it, and had everything laid out for Sybil to enjoy. They always said actions speak louder than words.

For some reason, Jackson looked away as Sybil undressed. She wanted to look, to see that form as it was bared, even, no, especially after a hard day's labor. But it felt wrong to take advantage of her like that. Jackson just couldn't bring herself to do it, even as she heard the underclothing hit the floor, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. Then, she began to realize that she was falling for the other girl, and acting the part of lovesick puppy quite well. So much for dashing captain.

"Ye'd better enjoy it," barked Jackson. She turned, stalking over to the tub. The oils were all on a tray that was attached to it, something that Jackson herself had rigged up. The pirate explained what each did, pointing in turn. Thus settled, she nodded. "Don't use all th' hot water. I tain't bathed me self yet. An' don't ask me ta scrub yer back or nothin'."

Though the idea of seeing even that bared had far too much appeal. Jackson blushed once more. Grumbling, she stomped over to read one of the few books she had on her shelf, pretending to be fully interested in what lay between the pages.
 
Her eyes followed the captain as she moved over to the shelf and collected a book. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she began to remove the layer of dirt and steel shavings that had covered her body. Afterwards she set to using each of the different bathing oils. Her gaze always shifting to where the captain was located.

After about fifteen minutes in the water, Sybil rose from it and quickly reached for a towel. She dried her body quickly before at the very least dawning the lingerie she had been wearing to cover her crotch. She returned to where her night gown was laying and dawned it swiftly before sitting down on the bed. Brushing some wet bangs from her face. "The water's still warm..." She said quietly.
 
Jackson was half-tempted to watch Sybil towel off and dress. It was her ship, dammit; she'd killed men to get where she was. Plus, Sybil was being eerily quiet, almost as if her spirit had finally been broken. No, that couldn't be it, not with this one. It had to be because she was exhausted, tired from all that work in the armory. Fortunately, it wasn't likely that every day would be that hard.

A ribbon was tossed into the book to save a spot, and Jackson rose to her feet. she looked to her captive, seeing her standing there, wet from the shower and wearing only the night gown. Jackson's first reaction was to wet her lips, her second was to stare, and her third was to blush and look away for a moment.

"Ye look quite stunnin' all cleaned up," complimented the pirate. With that, she stomped her way toward the bath, roughly kicking off shoes and shedding clothes as though she didn't care whether or not anyone beheld her doing so. Within moments, the pirate was sinking into the bath, her hair floating on the water.

Jackson would go through the normal motions of bathing, getting blood, powder, oil and salt off her body. But she would also lounge in the tub, letting it sink into her tired muscles and bone, until the water became cool. Then the girl exited, grabbing a ribbon to tie back her long hair before sliding into a shirt. Again, the pirate saw no reason to burden herself with pants.

"So, ye goin' tae talk any time soon, or ye jus' goin' tae stare me tae death?" demanded Jackson, frowning at her captive. The pirate had sat down and was running her fingers through her hair, trying to get it into some semblance of order. Soon she'd have to rebraid it, but that was a task for the morning, at the least.

Scrubbed up and dressed down, there was little doubt that Jackson was a girl, and a pretty one at that. Still mostly flat, with a good deal of hardness, but a girl nonetheless.
 
Sybil looked over at the captain when she spoke, but was taken by how surprisingly feminine she appeared. It was difficult to believe that it was the same person who had taken her prisoner the night prior. "It's hard work cleaning and sharpening weapons that are so poorly cared for." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand, as if trying to disguise her attraction with more irritation.

"However... They should be ready for the next battle." She continued. "Thank you, for the bath... It was a pleasant surprise." She added, as if trying to be polite. "You clean up nice. I almost forgot you were a pirate." She said after a moment. She looked over at the captain but quickly redirected her gaze. She wanted to avoid eye contact. Lest she do something she might regret.
 
"I ought tae get somebody whipped for mishandlin' weapons from the sounds," said Jackson, snorting derisively. She couldn't believe that her men had been that hard on their weapons. Then again, half their gear was stolen off whomever they'd beaten last, and the other half had seen so many battles that you couldn't bother to count them. It only made sense that a skilled armorer would find a lot to complain about.

Since Jackson was busy thinking over weaponry, she didn't notice the slight looks from Sybil, even though they mirrored her own. Indeed, she didn't even catch that her companion was using the exact same, brusque tactics that Jackson was to hide the attraction.

"Th' men were pleased wit' ye work," explained Jackson. She shrugged then went back to combing her fingers through her hair, wincing as she encountered knots and problems. "Seemed only fair tae give ye a way tae clean up ater all that work fir us. Should warn ye, Smitty's all googly-eyed fir ye. Don't make me kick th' arse o' me first mate."

Jackson chuckled and turned to look at Sybil, seeming to match at about the time the other girl was looking away. Had... had she finally given in and complimented Jackson. The roguish captain gave her companion a roguish grin.

"'bout time ye saw me charms. Most times women swoon o'er us piratey folk," insisted Jackson. She combed her fingers through her hair, only now realizing that Sybil hadn't complimented her until she looked like a woman. For a moment, Jackson froze and looked at the other girl, heart thumping. Surely not. That wouldn't make any sense at all...
 
Sybil looked up when she felt the hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise. She could tell that the captain was staring. A blush found home on her face when she saw the expression on the pirate's face. "Wh-what? What are you staring at?" She said quickly. "Don't go thinking you've won me over or something..." She said as she released a deep exhale.

What on earth had her acting like this? Noone ever made her heart beat like this madly before. She crossed her arms as she turned her attention to the wall in the other direction. "It doesn't much matter to me that you're a woman but it takes a lot more than a hot bath to swoon a girl like me." The sexual frustration between them was thick enough to be cut with a cutlass.
 
Jackson snorted. What else would she be staring at but the beautiful girl she'd captured only a day or so ago? This woman was already driving her crazy, and clearly she wasn't the only one. Jackson nearly started attacking her hair, obviously trying to work out her frustrations on the unruly mop.

The next bit made her stop though, staring at Sybil, half in shock. Swoon a girl like? This was odd. Too odd. Did Sybil want Jackson to swoon her? She was aware by now that Jackson was female, yes? Looking down at herself, Jackson couldn't see how Sybil would notice otherwise. Wasn't exactly anything hidden. The captain tossed her hair and moved over to her companion.

"I'm a pirate, lass," she insisted. Reaching up, she lightly brushed some hair from Sybil's face. Leaning down, Jackson gently kissed the bare shoulder, then smiled as she whispered. "If I wanted tae swoon ye, I'd 'ave done it already."

Just for good measure, Jackson started lightly massaging Sybil's shoulders. It had to feel good, considering all the stress and effort that the other had put through lately. Plus, Jackson actually knew what she was doing. This motley crew of hers of course included several men who'd seen the Asiatic coast, and they'd all made certain to pick up various pressure point knowledge. Jackson just hadn't expected to use said knowledge quite like this.
 
Sybil froze up when she felt Jackson's breath against her bare skin. She found it difficult to resist how soothing her touches were. Her body was sore from the work and her muscles were tight from the stress. Her breathing became slightly heavier as she rolled her shoulders with the pirate's rhythm. She allowed her head to fall back slightly, allowing her hair to cascade freely down the back of the loose gown.

She groaned lightly as she felt the pain beginning to lift from her tired frame. "Oh god... This... This is really happening..." She said quietly, her hands balling into loose fists. "This can't be right, you're a pirate..." Regardless of her weak protests, she was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the soothing nature of the captain's gentle massage.
 
Jackon's hands continued to move about Sybil's body, seeking out spots of tension and soreness, working them away. Pressure points were found, and the tension eased out of them with great skill. Jackson's fingers were used to handling ropes and swords, yet they seemed to have no trouble handling human flesh either. The captain stared at the girl while she worked, her mind racing.

She shouldn't enjoy this. She'd just met Sybil, not to mention a load of other problems. technically Sybil was stuck with her, and they were supposed to be acting like they were sleeping together. What... what if, what if they actually did? Jackson licked her lips, imagining the body that she now kneaded so expertly. The girl shook herself again, banishing such thoughts. Sybil had made herself abundantly clear about her feelings on such matters.

"Aye, an' ye be a pirate's captive,' whispered Jackson. She nuzzled Sybil's ear for a moment, her own skin hot at the intimacy of the situation. "Ye even kissed this pirate, if ye remember."

Hands danced over a back, finally moving down for a gentle squeeze at a waste. Always they kneaded flesh, working out tension and wanting Sybil to feel good.
 
Sybil's legs slid together as if the action made her feel more secure. Her fingers gripped at the sheets as she felt the pirate's hands begin to wander. "Th-that's not fair. Technically you kissed me..." She bit her lip to supress the small welp that nearly fled her lips when she felt her hand at her waist. She looked away from the pirate when she felt her breath against her ear, a shudder running throughout her body.

Having no sexual experience, Sybil hadn't the faintest clue what was happening with her body. Only that it was growing hotter and that her mind was becoming clouded. The pirate's touches were beginning to cause goosebumps along the arms of the young girl who shuddered slightly under the movements of her hands.
 
Sybil wasn't the only one heating. Jackson could feel a flame fanned that she hadn't felt in some time. The pirate captain had had to fend off plenty of women's advances before, and she'd learned a long time ago how to seduce, but she'd never actually had the opportunity to go through with things. It wasn't as though she could trust her crew or simply go ashore.

But Jackson had heard enough talk to recognize that she herself was starting to get aroused. that heat building, the pressure. Sybil was showing very similar signs, and it made the pirate lick her lips. She never stopped moving, massaging her companion with deft hands.

"Ye tweren't movin' away," whispered Jackson. "Tain't nothin' tae be ashamed of. 'sides," Jackson kissed Sybil's neck softly, "twere the best kiss I've had," another slight kiss, and Jackson left her lips there. Little doubt now as to where this would head if they should continue. Jackson's own brain buzzed, and she felt her hands waiting upon Sybil's hips for a brief moment, considering. No, she couldn't. It would be like taking advantage. Just massage, and enjoy the softness between hands.

so Jackson went back to massage, squeezing Sybil's soft flesh between her fingers. the pirate's breath had grown a little heavier though, and she was nearly pressed against her captive now.
 
For Sybil, the captain's reluctance to make a move was feeling more like teasing than it was a sign of respect for her boundaries. She shivered under the pirate's lips. The feeling of Jackson's hands at her hips was enough to drive her mad. She bit down harder on her lip as her fists tightened on the sheets.

As soon as the pirate's lips left her neck she felt her heart sink. The feeling of her heat so close made her heart pound faster than ever. "You're just saying things..." She said as she breathed heavily. "To get me all riled up..." She turned her gaze over to realize just how close she had become. 'I'm just going to go for it!' She thought before closing the gap and pressing her lips against that of the other woman.
 
"Well, aye, tha's th' poi--" started Jackson. Her lips were soon busy doing something else though, something that didn't involve much in the way of communication. the pirate's eyes went wide for a moment, surprised at the insistent plying from her previously reluctant companion. It only last a moment though, before Jackson began kissing in earnest. While the kiss in the galley had been gentle and understanding, this kiss now was passionate and wanting. Jackson's hands wrapped about Sybil, pulling her close, nearly mashing them together. Hungry lips devoured for a moment, a lifetime of suppressed urges springing forth.

Jackson was determined to stretch it out, to take advantage of what she thought was a momentary lapse in judgment. the pirate took sharp breaths of air, sliding off Sybil's lips only long enough to breathe. Quickly Jackson kissed a trail down Sybil's neck, eventually nibbling slightly, before rising up to the ears. A slight nibble, and Jackson's hoarse voice whispered into Sybil's ear.

"I'm a pirate, lass. An' pirates take what they want," another kiss, near the ear, moving out till the stormy, lustful eyes were boring into Sybil's. "I want ye."
 
Sybil yelped as she was pulled closer to the pirate. She nearly whimpered when Jackson broke their kiss only to release a silent and subtle shake throughout her body as her neck was nipped. She met the pirate's gaze and nearly retracted from it. The look in her eye was devilish and wanting. Sybil gave a quiet nod. "I knew you pirates weren't very used to not getting your way..." She said in a subtle teasing tone as she allowed her her gown to fall away from her shoulders to her waist, revealing her ample breasts to the other woman.

She gripped the collar of the pirate's shirt and pulled her down ontop of her as she fell backwards onto the matress, her lips eagerly seeking to join with the pirate again. She hadn't the faintest clue what she was doing, hopefully instict and desire would lead the way.
 
"Aye, ye were as right as ever," murmured Jackson, barely having time to say the words before she was pulled down onto the bed. the pirate caught a glimpse of a pair of beautiful breasts, much larger than her own, and that sight further fueled the pirate's lust. The kiss that she started now was loaded with passion, her tongue sliding between Sybil's lips. More attention was demanded, more lust to be fueled. When Jackson paused for a moment, her eyes were blazing with lust, to be certain. Yet there remained a true, obvious affection there as well. the pirate girl ran her hand admiringly down the other girl's arm.

"Sybil, I tain't ne'er," said Jackson. she bit her lips, looking down. With a deep, shaking breath, the captain reached to the hem of her own shirt. Slowly she removed it, showing her lean stomach, and a pair of smallish breasts, only slightly lighter than the dusky color on her whole body. They were capped with two twin peaks, slightly darker. A reddish flush had come over Jackson as she leaned over to kiss again, pressing hard against the other girl.

A hand did travel upward, feeling a breast, marveling at the softness of it. A groan escaped Jackson's lips, and she ground her hips slightly against her lover, obviously wanting.
 
Sybil was surprised, to say the least, to hear that this was Jackson's first time as well. She watched in awe as the shirt was pulled away, her arms wrapping around the waist of the woman when she rejoined her in a passionate kiss. Sybil's lips parting almost instantly to welcome the pirate's tongue again.

Hearing the pleading sounds coming from her new found lover, she raised her leg between Jackson's, allowing her to grind against her thigh. Her own desire was reaching it's peak. She began grinding against Jackson's thigh eagerly, a moan stiffled only by their kiss. Her nipple began to harden under the attention of the captain's hand.
 
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