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Jacob isn’t a stranger to the bar scene, even though being out at sea meant that the time doesn’t come often. He and the crew often drank and partied on deck, only to be harshly criticized by the Captain because ‘What if a beast attacked?’ or god forbid ‘What if the Bluster were to show up? My crew would be as good as dead, dead on their feet with drink and crippled as such. Nothing but drunken fools and cheats.’ The Captain was never wrong, of course, but it was hard to be so serious all the time. In Jacob’s mind, it was okay for the crew to let lose every so once in a while. Living above the beasts that would see them all in and narrowly avoiding death’s door every day, deserved them some time to rest and be drunken fools. Things would change when Jacob became Captain, and he would become Captain – one day.

Being on land meant bars. It meant a long night without responsibilities, good alcohol, good ass company, and a bed that didn’t threaten to send you tumbling out of it in the middle of the night. This night is a night such as this – finally on land with the promise of a warm bed and the crown appeased if but for the few moments they had a Brickleback horn in their hands. Jacob had rolled his eyes at the King’s snide remark about the horn not being that of the Bluster. The Crown shouldn’t complain so much; they’re the ones in their cushy walls, who simply pay those who slaughter the beasts rather than facing them themselves. Royalty lived to be Royalty and that meant staying as far from the fighting as possible – typical. If Jacob had that much money and power, he wouldn’t doubt he’d do the same. Although, he’d like to think he’d be a better person than the stuffy, narrow-eyed King that stared far too much for his liking.

Jacob shook his head fiercely as he entered the bar with a forceful shove from someone behind him. He is going to celebrate another successful kill, another day they would all see rather than dwell on the possibility of the Crown cutting the Hunters off (unfortunately, it is a real possibility at this point). Every day given is a blessing to them – an extraordinary life and an even more meaningful death, that is the Hunter’s way.

Looking around, Jacob doesn’t recognize the bar. Perhaps it had just been a while and whatever place they’d stumbled into had gotten redone. He was pretty sure they’d explored just about every bar and tavern in the city over the years. Maybe he is just more tired than he thinks he is, he desperately needs to let lose it seems.

“That was one of the biggest Brickleback horns I’ve ever seen in me life, lads!”

“Bigger than yours?” someone jeers.

Laughs erupt from the now crowded bar as Jacob is jostled and elbowed around by his crewmates. The group of younger women who had been standing by the door giggle loudly at the remark and bat their eyelashes at Jacob. Despite the flush rising to his cheeks, Jacob sends them a quick wink.

“Hey now,” Jacob settles, “Perhaps not me but the Captain …definitely so.”

The comment provokes an even louder response from his comrades and Jacob is glad his adopted father isn’t there to hear the remark. The Captain would’ve smacked him over the head with the nearest item in his vicinity

Jacob clears his throat to bring the attention back to him, “As I was trying to say – with our bounty today, we’ve got money to spend and a long night ahead of us. Drink up me hearties!”

“Yo ho!”

Jacob smirks at the comradery of his crew, good lads – and lasses – the lot of them. He’s found a family aboard the Inevitable ; a rowdy, slightly crazy bunch of drunks and fools that welcomed him in with open arms. It is the best kind of family, he figures, the only kind he’s ever known.

Jacob stumbles forward with the force of the crowd and practically gets thrown into a bar seat. He quickly settles himself by placing his forearms firmly on the countertop.

“You and your boys always this rowdy?”

“Heh, usually – sorry. Sometimes we can be a bit much,” Jacob chuckles, before turning his head up to look into big, bright, and expressive eyes. Suddenly his tongue feels far too big for his mouth and any other words die in his throat. How was he supposed to talk to women again? The Captain always told him to smile, pull his sleeves up, and ‘flex those muscles you work so hard for.’ Granted, Jacob knew he kept a nice physique, fighting for your life day in and day out would do that to you. He distantly wonders if the ‘muscles he works so hard for’ would make up for his obvious staring.

The woman throws her head back in a short laugh, “C’mon, s’a bar we in now isn’t it? You think I don’t know the type?”

“Ah,” Jacob coughs awkwardly, “I s’ppose ya would then, yes.”

“You always so articulate?” the woman blinks up at him while throwing a rag over her shoulder.

“Lass, if I knew what tha’ was I’d be sure ta let ya know.”

“Raised in a barn?”

“Ship.”

She quirks a brow, “Your whole life?”

“S’far as I can remember,” he shrugs.  

“That would be why I’ve never seen you before,” she smiles shyly but the look in her eyes proves her anything but. She knows what she’s doing, and Jacob’s not daft.

“Sayin’ you’d remember me?”

“As long as you gave me something I wouldn’t forget,” she winks, placing a hand on his forearm.

Jacob gapes like a fish, unable to form a single word. Never had a woman flirted so openly with him before.

“I might have a thing in mind,” he manages to get out, leaning ever so slightly into the touch.

“That’s a little forward, don’t you think?” she teases.

 “Afta what ya suggested?”

She suddenly draws back, mock innocence painted all over her smooth features, “Oh why whatever do you mean? Tell me, Captain, what did I suggest?”

“Not tha Cap’n,” he admonishes.

“No?” she snorts, “You carry yourself like one.”

“Was that a compliment, Lass?”

“Oi!” someone interrupts from behind them. “We gonna drink or watch ya continue dis ‘orrible s’cuse fer flirtin’!”

“Aww, I don’ think he’s doin’ too horribly,” the girl purrs, rubbing a comforting hand over Jacob’s arm before pinching it lightly and slipping away to start filling drinks.

“Oooo,” the crowd responds with schoolboy excitement.

“Finally gon’ get some, Jacob?” the old sailor with the comically round nose jeers.

Jacob crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back against the bar in an attempt to hide his face from the lady in kind, “Now, now, we’s jus’ talkin’.”

“The jus’ talkin’ tha’ leads ta fuckin’?”

“Ooh,” Jacob clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, landing a firm hand down on the sailor’s back, “We don’ talk that way in front of ‘ir lady, now do we?”

“Why?” the old sailor smirks, “Thin’ she can’ take it?”

“Didn’ say that,” Jacob holds his hands up in surrender.

“So ya thin’ she could?”

“Could what?”

“Take it… that is, if ya gets what I’m sayin’.”

“I gets what ya sayin’,” the woman pipes up, slinging a couple of beers onto the countertop for greedy hands to immediately snatch away. Now she’s gazing back up at Jacob again with those eyes – tempting as hell is what they are. They’re a challenge. Jacob was never quite good at holding back.

“Do ya now, Lassie?” the old sailor smirks, waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously over his mug before taking a rather large swig.

“Good Sir, I think I just might,” she croons, batting her eyelashes.

“See,” the sailor turns to him, “She’s willing to take it, Jacob.”

Jacob snorts, “She said nothin’ o’ the sort.”

“Aw, you ‘fraid I can’t?” she’s teasing him again, with that glint in her eye, and oh, Jacob would be on his knees in an instant if it weren’t for his stupid pride. She’s mocking him and Jacob doesn’t stand for no talk-back.

“Now I didn’t say that, neither.”

“Didn’t you?”

“Ma’am,” Jacob clears his throat, “I wouldn’t ask ya to take it, not all gentleman-like as I’s been talkin’ so far. I’d make ya.”

“Wha’? Make me walk the plank?”

Oh, she’s a devil she is. Knowin’ exactly what she’s doin’.

“Perhaps,” Jacob turns back round to her, leaning forward so his forearms press back into the countertop. He can practically feel the body heat radiating off her and they aren’t even touching yet.

“Should I prepare myself for an unexpectedly long walk, or will it be short and disappointing?”

“Unexpectedly?” he flounders.

“Perhaps,” she smirks, throwing his words back at him.

“Oh, Jacob,” another crew mate howls, “Ya’r in fer it now!”

Jacob’s lips quirk into something like a smile. This woman has spirit, true enough. She’s got no issues playing hard to get and making Jacob turn circles trying to catch his own tail. He’s fumbled his words and damn near looked like a fool and he’s so maddened by it he thinks he might just propose.

“Lass,” Jacob starts before correcting himself, “Love, if you aren’t too busy later on this evening, I’d tell you to come see how long the plank actually is, but you make it sound like it’ll be too much of a chore.”

She shakes her head with the biggest smile Jacob’s seen thus far, “Big, blonde, and dumb – just how I like ‘em.”

“Oi!” Jacob straightens, “What’s tha s’ppose ta mean?”

“It means I’ll see you at 11:30,” she winks before grabbing Jacob by the collar of his shirt and pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

Jacob’s eyes damn near pop out of his head, but his reflexes are fast enough that he manages to snag the woman by her wrist, “Where?” he implores, staring hotly into her eyes. His belly feels full of fire and damn it, he’ll gladly burn for her.

“Out front?” she asks, “There are carriages always waiting to take the drunks and fools home for the night.”

“Which are we?”

“Oh, Darling,” she grins, “You’re definitely the drunk, but I’m worse off for being the fool.”

“And why’s that?” Jacob furrows his brows, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

“Because you’ll be off, back on that ship to die you’re great death this time tomorrow, now wontcha? And I’ll just be the fool who bedded Jacob Holland for the night. The fool who will be lucky to see him return another day.”

His grip tightens, “You’d wait for me?”

Her gaze almost turns sad, “Come now, Captain, you’re supposed to be the drunk – not the fool.”

A full mug of beer is placed in front of him, and the woman gone as she goes to tend to the rest of his crew, all gathered around and demanding more drink. The few who were around to witness whether or not Jacob would be getting any seemed to be appeased. It looks like, yes, Jacob will be getting laid, but he can’t stop thinking of her words.

‘The fool who will be lucky to see him another day.’

He decides then that yes, she would be lucky. Because no, he doesn't die. He is Jacob Holland, one of the greatest Hunters to ever live. He had been lucky his entire life and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop now. He would come back and prove her wrong, if not for his pride, just to spite her. She would be the fool, not because she wouldn’t see him alive again but because she would make him keep coming back.

11:30

Jacob’s not drunk. He was drunk but has since been coming out of it. He’s tipsy at best, probably not suitable for intelligent company but hopefully the company of the barmaid he had kept making eyes at all night. As the night pressed on, the more lovely she got, and the more anxious Jacob became for the end of the night. He wants her so bad he is damn near trembling with it as he paces outside of the bar.

“Nervous, Captain?”

Jacob spins so fast he wobbles off balance and almost tumbles to the cobbles below, if not for the support of the building he has braced an arm against.

The woman snorts, “Drunk indeed.”

“Tipsy,” he corrects, “And still, not the Captain.”

“You can be my Captain,” she purrs, slinking up to him with a swing in her hips.

“Yeah?” he breathes out, leaning back against the brick of the building.

“Is that what you like?” she presses, tiptoeing her fingers up his open shirt and then snagging the collar of his shirt again, dragging him down into her space.

“Love, anything ya says to me, I’ll like.”

Her head flies back in a laugh and all Jacob can think about is the way he’d love to bury his face there. He’d press kisses to her skin before leaving the place dark with marks from his teeth as evidence he had been there.

“Such a charmer, aren’t ya?”

He shrugs, winding his arms around her waist and tugging her a little closer, “Perhaps.”

“Perhaps this, perhaps that,” she pouts, “I like a man of action.”

“Do ya now?”

“Mhmm,” she confirms, bracing her hands against his chest and leaning up on her toes to settle the height difference.

“I’d like ta think I’m a gentleman.”

“You didn’t promise me a gentleman in there,” the woman cocks her head back to the bar.

Jacob shakes his head with a little chuckle, “I s’ppose I didn’t but guilty as charged.”

“What if I didn’t want you to act like a gentleman?”

Jacob pretends to think about it, scrunching his nose up and looking up at the sky, “Well, guess ya’d jus’ have ta ask fer it.” He grins, pressing his thumbs into the dip of her spine, making her back arch into him. “Nicely o’course.”

She draws her lip up, “But Captain, I ain’t nice.”

“Bet I could make ya nice,” Jacob assures, right in her ear, just to feel her squirm underneath him. It works the way he wants it to, her grip on his shirt tightening as she pulls herself closer to his body. They’re a hair’s breadth apart, nearly breathing each other’s air and suddenly, Jacob feels much more intoxicated than he did before.

“Please,” she mumbles, just under her breath and Jacob almost misses it.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be a fool.”

“S’cuse me?”

“Kiss me,” she demands before crushing their lips together so hard, that their teeth clack together.

All the breath from Jacob’s lungs leaves him in an instant and he’s floating. He lets out an all-too-pleased groan and lets himself sink into the kiss. She’s bending her body up into him and crushing him against the side of the bar. He’s helpless to push her away; he wouldn’t dare. The seam of her lips slides against his own and he swears he’s never felt so good. There’s alcohol running through him and fog in his head, but he’s sure he’s not even that drunk – it’s just her. He knows he’s hard and he’s sure she can feel it too with the way she’s moving against him and slotting a leg between his own. She sighs a little into the kiss and Jacob takes it as a sign to run his tongue along her bottom lip. She tastes faintly of beer and something sweeter, he can’t place the substance, but it must be something familiar. Her lips part and she allows Jacob’s tongue to slide next to hers, moving in a little dance that has him all weak in the knees again. Her hands are running up his chest and around to the back of his neck, gripping him there for stability and digging her fingernails into the hair there. He breaks off her lips with a moan and all at once, becomes very ashamed of the noise he’s just made.

“We … should erm …go?” he asks, hands fumbling with the material of her shirt as he tries to busy himself but not undress her in the street. It’s a simple, nervous action not meant to be sensual, but she sighs into the touch, nonetheless.

“My place or yours?” she asks coyly.

Jacob runs a nervous hand over the back of his neck, “I’ve got a ship?”

The woman breaks out into a laugh as if she’s already forgotten who he is, “Yes, yes, I s’ppose you do. C’mon then, I don’t live far.”

She slips a hand into his, pulling him away from the building and the hollering of his crew through the windows of the bar. They’re congratulating him on his triumph which feels a bit childish, and he does wish they would stop making a scene.

“We not gon’ take a carriage?”

She shakes her head, “We could but you’re not that drunk, are you?”

“I’m not.”

“Good then, it’s a nice night for a walk besides.”

“Couldn’ agree more,” Jacob smiles, content to enjoy the company of the woman for the evening, maybe pretend he is a normal man. Sometimes he would like to just be a guy with a normal job and normal aspirations and to die a normal death rather than a ‘great’ one. He sighs heavily, interlacing his fingers and placing them on the back of his neck as he walks.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Captain?” the woman elbows him in the side playfully, it’s a surprise to him, not painful although her elbows are rather pointy.

“Nah, nothin’ fer ya to worry yer pretty lil head ‘bout.”

“Oh, so I’m pretty now?”

“Neva claimed ya to be anthin’ else, Darlin’.”

She whistles, “Lass, Love, and now Darlin’…how many ‘o those names ya got up your sleeve.”

Jacob laughs heartily, he finds it easy to unwind around her. Her presence is sweet and comforting. She’s a tease, not too bratty, but a spitfire, nonetheless. He finds he quite appreciates her presence, actually.

“A slew ‘o names, Sweetheart Do ya have a favorite?” he winks, proud of himself when he sees he’s rewarded with a blush from her.

She’s rolling her eyes at him though, despite her outward reaction, “I’ll let you know when something sticks, how ‘bout that?”

“Guess I’ll jus’ have ta keep tryin’ then.”

“Don’t try too hard now, you’ll hurt yourself,” she snorts, making a right on the first cobbled road they come across.

“You callin’ me daft, Princess?”

“Princess?!” she breaks into a fit of laughter, “Oh you’re something else, Captain, you really are.”

“A good somethin’ yeah?” he presses, reaching down to snake an arm around her waist.

She leans against his side, placing a firm hand on top of his, “That has yet to be seen.”

“Does it now?” Jacob feels his voice grow rougher with the insinuation. The back and forth with the woman are riling him up more than anything and he’s praying to god he’ll be able to last long enough to prove half the shit he’s talked himself up to be.

“Down boy,” she hushes, patting his forearm and slipping out of his hold, “We’re nearly there.”

“Thank god.”

She jerks her head back over her shoulder to look at him with an amused expression and a raised brow, “What was that?”

Jacob’s hands fly up immediately in mock surrender, “Nothin’, don’ worry ‘bout me.”

“Ain’t worrying,” she shakes her head, sidling closer to the left side of the street.

They settle into a comfortable silence, Jacob trailing a little way behind the woman, hands back to being clasped behind his neck and humming the song that had been playing in the bar earlier that night. He swears he hears a responding humming from the lass but doesn’t stop to consider if it is her or just the wind because she’s turning into the walkway of what is assumedly her home.

He whistles loudly in the quiet night, “S’a nice place ya got, Sweetheart.”

She shrugs, “It’s not much.” She fumbles a bit with the keys in her pocket but eventually gets them to fit the lock in the door, swinging it open to let him into the house.

“More than I’ve got,” he admits, stepping into the threshold and immediately feeling awkward.

“Ain’t got a home?” the woman asks, slipping off her shoes and Jacob follows suit.

“The Inevitable is the only home I’ve ever known.”

She hums in understanding, moving into the small kitchen and grabbing a glass from the cupboard, “Need anything to drink, Captain?”

“Just some water will be fine, thank you, Love,” he nods, leaning against the stairwell which he guesses leads up to her bedroom.

It’s a comfortable, little house. The entryway leads right into a small living room with a table and two chairs sitting by the window. There’s some bar seating before the kitchen where there’s not a whole lot of counter space but a large kitchen table that he’s sure makes up for the difference. The chairs of the table have been pushed against the wall like they’re normally in the way. There’s a door at the rear of the kitchen as well, probably leading to some sort of yard.

“You can come in, y’know, rather than lurking by the stairs,” the woman says, amused. “You look like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Jacob spreads his hands, “I don’t?”

“Didjya expect to jump my bones as soon as we walked in the door?”

He scratches the back of his neck again as he hesitates, “No?”

A huff of air leaves her parted lips in what sounds like a short laugh before she raises a glass of water to her lips, “So uncivilized. At least let me collect my wits first.”

“Wits?” he questions.

“Well, it’s not every day I bring home a handsome stranger such as yourself,” she explains, grabbing another glass and filling it with a pitcher that’s been placed by the side of her stove.

“So, Ima stranger now?”

“Did I ever claim to know you, Captain?” she saunters over, handing him the glass.

He downs it in one go and her eyebrow raises at the action. He’s quick to put the glass down on the table in the living room before speaking, lowering his voice again in what he hopes counts as seduction, “Ya could start by usin’ my name?”

His hands find the woman’s hips, just barely touching, waiting for her to give the okay. Her hands land firmly on his chest, and he takes the chance to grip her more firmly at the waist, tugging her into his space. She goes willingly, pressing up on her tiptoes to be more level with his face.

“You gonna make me, Captain?” she breathes into his ear, and Jacob takes back everything he said before. She’s a goddamn brat and she knows it.  

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “You’ll be sayin’ it of yer own accord.”

His eyes meet hers as she pulls away, observing him as if trying to find the truth in his words. Her hands are running up and down his chest, squeezing appreciatively every so once in a while. He’s already hot enough under the collar as it is, and the little touches are doing nothing to the growing problem in his trousers. He wishes she’d hurry up and make up her mind, but he’s not one to rush a lady. No – he’s not one to push. He’s a gentleman, he’s –

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she cocks her head to one side, “Take me, Captain?”

He’s gone.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, he’s careening forward, slamming their lips together and twining his arms about her waist. She’s reaching back around him to fist at the back of his hair and he’s moaning. She takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth and it’s so fucking good he’s dizzied with it. He lets her explore a bit before pushing back with his own tongue and the slick slide of them together feels so fucking filthy. His hips jerk forward of their own accord, but the resounding whimper comes from her and he’s desperate for it.

“Sweetheart,” he pants, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, “Room? Where’s your – fuuuck - bedroom?” he falters when she takes the skin of his neck into her mouth and sucks. Her mouth is incessant, biting, licking, and sucking until Jacob has to pretty much pry her off his body. “Lass! Room?” he persists, but she’s busy trailing a line of kisses up to his ear, yanking on the earlobe before nipping at the soft spot just behind it. He groans, smothering his face in the crook of her neck and panting hotly against her collarbone.

“Upstairs,” she mumbles before affixing herself back to his neck.

He’d figured that’d be where her room was but he’s all about the permission of it, her telling and responding with words rather than Jacob assuming and making a mess of everything. Jacob’s hands sweep the back of her thighs, and she hops up in understanding, legs coming to wrap around his waist. Jacob finds the meat of her ass and digs his fingers in, making her yelp and squirm against him. One of her hands is still tightly gripping at his hair which he finds incredibly too distracting, but he shoves those thoughts away as he finds the foot of the stairs.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, holding a little tighter to the woman as he makes his way up.

He’s lucky he’s a strong man. It would be quite pathetic of him if he had to ruin the mood by making the lass walk up the steps of her own accord and then ask her to fall back into his arms. No, Jacob is big enough that she could just sit there, and he probably wouldn’t even break a sweat. A sharp bite to his jaw sends him out of his thoughts and nearly back down the stairs. One arm reaches out for the railing as he rights himself and finishes his ascent.

“Wha’ was that?” he accuses, gripping the back of the woman’s neck and pulling her face back to look at him.

She’s smirking with darkened eyes, a hazy expression that Jacob can’t seem to fault her for. She’s gone absolutely boneless in Jacob’s arms and by the way her head is drooping under his grasp, she’s a big fan of control. Jacob can work with that.

He holds her nape a little firmer and the smallest whimper makes itself known, “What’s this?” he asks, forcing the lass to look into his eyes, “Ya get thrown ‘round a lil bit and decide ta settle down?”

She shivers in his arms and tries to turn her head away but doesn’t get too far.

“Come now, use yer words, Princess.”

If anything, her eyes get even darker, “I…I might.”

“Might?” he prompts.

“Like it,” she starts, “When you handle me…all rough like.”

“Ya might?”

She node sheepishly, “Might like it a lot.”

“Aye, I can see that,” he chuckles, “Now let's get you into a proper bed hm, Sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.”

“There ya go, using yer words – very nice,” he praises, giving a quick squeeze to her ass.

There’s a door directly in front of him at the end of the small hallway and one to his right; the one to his right is cracked open a smidge so he flips a mental coin and chooses that one. He’s happy to see his guess is correct as he hates wanderin’ around people’s spaces, seems like a violation of privacy. Her bedroom isn’t large by any means, but it’s definitely comfortable with a sizeable bed, side table, and dresser filling the space.

Jacob deposits the woman onto her bed with a bounce and that’s when she seems to get her fire back. She scoots away from Jacob as he goes to sit on the bed and props herself up against the pillows, reaching down to grasp the hem of her shirt.

“Plannin’ on keeping us clothed all night?” she taunts, dragging the fabric up over her form slow enough that it drives Jacob mad but not so slow as to warrant him reaching forward to take over the action himself.

He smiles, “Wouldn’ dream of it.”

Her shirt gets tossed to the side and he’s graced with a nearly full image of her body. The moonlight streaming in through the window makes her look ethereal and Jacob’s wondering if there had been a shipwreck and he’d hit his head. Or perhaps mermaids or sirens really do exist and he’s about to drown to death at the hands of the gorgeous vision in front of him. He thinks if it is a dream or a dead man’s wish, he’d gladly take it.

“You’ll catch flies gawkin’ like that, Captain,” the woman huffs, reaching back and unclasping her bra.

“You’re beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes, throwing the bra in the same direction as the shirt, “Have I called you a Charmer yet because you definitely are.”

Jacob snorts at that, “Darlin’, I ain’t jus’ sayin’ it ta get a rise outa ya. You truly are a vision.”

She flushes at that, crossing her arms over her chest as if she’s now anxious and wishes to hide herself. Jacob stops short and sits just in front of her on the bed.

“Ridiculous,” she mutters.

“I’m sorry – “

“I’m the only one half-naked when you’ve got such a lovely chest I could be admiring,” she’s turning on him again, darkness in her eyes and all seduction.

“E-excuse me?” he stutters.

“Don’t worry, Captain,” she crawls into his lap, legs on either side of his, “I’ll take care of you.”

Her hands trail a soft line from the back of his neck down to his chest. Jacob leans his body up into the touch, allowing her to grasp at his pectoral muscles. She shimmies down his body so that her face is level with them. Her hands find their way down to the hem of his shirt and snake upwards so she’s touching his skin with soft hands.

“Such a lovely body,” she murmurs, tugging the shirt up.

His arms fly up to give her the ability to tug the shirt up over his head, “I work out.”

“Oh, do you now,” she licks her lips, smirking at the comment. “I didn’t think a sailor’s life lead to much time to work out.”

Jacob cocks his head to one side, settling his hands back down on the lass’s hips, “Well aye now, you tellin’ me running' fer me life and killin’ sea beasts all day ain’t workin’ out?”

She laughs lightly, circling her arms around his neck and sitting down firmly on his lap. He can feel the heat of her through his pants, and he just barely stifles the moan when she wiggles against him, throbbing and needy.

“I ain’t sayin’ it’s not.”

“Then we are in agreement?” he questions, “I’d like to see ya run fer your life day in and day out an’ not look as good as I do.”

She shakes her head and nuzzles forward to lick at his neck, “A bit vain ain’tcha?”

He slides his hands up her bare back, drawing patterns over her skin so she’ll shiver and grind down a little harder against him.

“Now lass, I ain’t vain but I seen the way ya look at me,” he mouths at her collar bones, sucking just above the swell of her breast.

She’s soft in all the places she should be and she’s so fucking warm. The smell of her is just on the side of sweet mixed with that of her sweat from getting so worked up. Jacob’s mind is mush.

“How do I look atcha, Captain?”

“Ya ain’t gon’ stop callin’ me Captain are ya, Sweetheart?” Jacob’s hands sweep under her breasts, and she gives an appreciative little hum.

“Mmm, no, I don’t think I will,” she murmurs, pulling at his hair to get him to look back at her.

His fingers find her nipples, pinching gently at first and her head knocks back as she lets out a shuddering breath, hips snapping upwards.

“Why’s that, Love?” he asks, twisting with a little more pressure and the noise that elicits is downright sinful.

“ Hugnh , J-Jacob,” she groans.

“Shh, that’s right, Princess, use my fucking name,” he pinches again, and she gasps.

“Y-you like it too much.”

He pauses his ministrations and returns to just palming her breasts, “S’cuse me?”

Her eyes return to his and they’re on fire. Her pupils are dilated that he can barely see the color of her irises. Her face is so flushed it looks like he’s just found her out in the sun, stayed there a bit too long, and burnt. She’s nearly vibrating with it and Jacob can’t stand it – can’t fucking stand how much she wants him.

“Captain,” she repeats again, a little drowsily, “You’re so hard for it, aren’t you?” she slurs. “Can’ tell me you aren’t because I can feel you, practically twitching against me and even more so when I address you as such. Ain’t that right…Captain?”

He’s staring at her with wide eyes, lips parted because goddamn - she’s right. He didn’t even know. He didn’t know how much he liked it until she pointed it out. It had to be staring him right in the face for him to acknowledge it.

“Fuck,” he mumbles out, hands dropping to his sides.

“Just now figuring it out?”

“You little Minx!”

It’s the only warning she gets because he’s on top of her now, grabbing her hips and flipping her over. She’s laughing again and it’s a sweet, bubbling sound. She’s smacking at his chest and trying, although not very hard, to push him back up. His fingers have dug into her sides and begun to tickle her mercilessly. When he finally lets up, she’s panting and flushed, looking like she’s woken up from the morning after – they haven’t even done anything yet.

His cheeks hurt from the smile he’s got plastered over his lips, “You’re beautiful, did ya know?”

She rolls her eyes, looking up at him bashfully through her lashes, “You may have told me once before.”

“Shall I tell you again?” he asks, bending down to press a wet kiss to her cheek.

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?”

“Just once more.”

“You’re beautiful,” he tells her, diving forward to press dozens of kisses along her neck.

“Such a charmer,” he can hear the sarcasm in her voice but chooses to ignore it.

Jacob trails kisses down the line of her neck to the space between her breasts. He brings his mouth around her left nipple and a hand to her right, making her back arch up into the action. He keeps his touches soft and teeth light as they scrape delicately along the pebbled nipple.

“Jacob?”

“Hmm?”

“You can be harder,” she says, offering it like a suggestion. It’s too bad Jacob isn’t taking requests.

His eyes dart up to meet hers and he winks, just to be a prick. Her hands find his hair and tug, but she is, once again, ignored. Jacob decides to be gentle, and work her body open with care. He’s thumbing at her right breast and pinching every so once in a while as his tongue laves across the left, swirling around the nipple and sucking gently. She’s distracted and hardly notices when his other hand reaches down to touch lightly between her legs. She gasps, hips jumping and Jacob switches to grab her hip with his wandering hand and press her back down into the mattress.

“Nope,” he tuts, “You’ll stay right here, Darlin’.”

“Will I?” she taunts.

Jacob rolls his eyes, leaning down and sucking a harsh bite on her breast in retaliation. “You will,” he affirms, fingering at the waistband of her pants. “Do I have permission?”

“Are you gonna ask every time ya wanna try somethin’ new?”

“Princess, I just wan’ ya ta be comfortable, thas all.”

“A gentleman till the end, huh?” Her words hold fire but the tone she uses reveals something else. She’s gotten softer and the look in her eyes is kind.

Jacob slinks down her body and gives a quick kiss to her belly button, “At your service.”

“You may undress me as ya see fit,” she whispers, carding a hand through his hair affectionately.

“Thank ya, Sweetheart.”

Jacob kisses all along her soft belly, keeping his hands on her thighs firm to keep her from squirming around. When he tips his head to bite at her hip, his arms are quick to pin her back down to the bed. He sucks a deep bruise just shy of her hipbone as his fingers hook into her pants and tug. He only lets her lift up so he can shimmy her pants and underwear down and out of his way. When he turns his attention back to the woman, she’s got her thighs pressed together, but that won’t do at all. His hands grip the meat of her inner thighs and spread them, so she has to hook her legs up over his shoulders. Her pelvis tilts and Jacob finds himself face to face with her lovely, little pussy. He takes pride in the fact she’s already wet and glistening for him.

He leans in and kisses her softly just above her clit, “Wet already, Sweetheart?”

Her thighs squeeze around his head and his pulse quickens at the motion. God, what a treat it would be to lose his life between a woman’s legs, thighs pressed so tightly around his head that all thought leaves him. Oh yes, what a way to go.

“Don’ talk like that,” she murmurs, trembling only slightly – it’ll be more before the night is up.

“Shh, no need to be shy now,” Jacob soothes, bringing a hand up to rub along her folds, eliciting from her a deep, pleasured sigh. “S’only natural I getcha all hot and bothered, ain’t tha’ right?”

“Cocky bastard,” she grits out, wiggling her hips into the movement of his fingers, trying to get them to catch on her hole.

Jacob clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “You say that, but you’re the one tryna get me to fuck you with my fingers.”

“Am I now?”

“Mhmm,” Jacob hums, fingers moving in a slow circle around her clit, not yet ready to give her what she wants. “You’re so eager, Princess.”

She bucks her hips into his hand and his thumb slips along her clit, making her gasp and thrust up again. He almost allows it, wants to witness her humping herself against his hand to chase her own pleasure that he’s so hesitant to give her. Jacob’s not a cruel man, but he needs to make the lass work for it a little bit.

“Na-ah ah,” Jacob pulls his hand away, “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Can ya hurry it up, I’ll become dry soon if you carry this on for too long.”

He quirks a brow, “Wouldya now? I think I getcha too hot for that.”

She glares up at him, “You wish.”

“Oh Darlin’, I know,” his hand returns to her pussy and immediately finds her clit, three fingers pressing light and running little circles around it furiously.

She moans loud and clamps her thighs down around his hand, swaying and writhing with it as she’s coaxed further and further into the pleasure that Jacob gives her. He slows his pace, but still keeps his fingers on her, slow and gentle. She’s whimpering and moaning, riding against his hand with little bucks of her hips. Jacob slips his fingers down her slit and lets his pointer finger swirl around her entrance before pushing the pad of it into her experimentally. She lets out a long breath and pushes her hips up into him, sheathing his finger in one go.

“ Ohhh fuuck yes,” she groans, head lolling back against the mattress.

Jacob chuckles, keeping his finger inside her and just letting her reveal in the touch that it brings. Her hips are rolling in little circles, getting used to the girth that just one finger provides – way more than any of her fingers that’s for sure. He shifts back on his heels and lowers his mouth to her again, dusting kisses along her waist before pressing a long, sloppy kiss to her swollen clit. She whimpers and squeezes around his finger; Jacob hums in approval, sending little vibrations straight through her body. She’s practically melting against the mattress, body gone completely limp and at Jacob’s mercy to be toyed with.

“Not so fiery now, are ya, Princess?” he smirks, mouthing at her inner thighs.

“Hmm, wha’?” she slurs, one hand gripping at the sheets while the other tangles in his hair.

“Tha’s what I thought.”

A sudden harsh tug rips a surprised moan from Jacob’s mouth, “Don’ need yer sass, Cap’n, just do me, yeah?”

He smiles. “Yer wish is my command,” he whispers, drawing his finger out before thrusting it back in again slowly. 

She’s started rocking back against his thrusts, but she still finds it in herself to say, “And don’t think I didn’t hear that moan, Captain. You like it when I pull your hair?”

Jacob doesn’t answer with words, rather, he brings his lips down to suck her clit into his mouth to flick his tongue across it. All other remarks die on her tongue and she’s back to sighing and squirming against the sheets. He’s picking up the pace with his finger, thrusting in and out, following the pace the woman sets with her hips – not wanting to push too far too soon. He can tell she’s becoming needy again by the gentle swaying of her hips and whining noises that come from the back of her throat. The hand in his hair keeps slipping to brush the hair against his forehead and then slips back down to grasp at the roots of his hair. He doesn’t know what it is about him that makes him like having his hair played with so much. Perhaps it’s the fact he never had a mother figure in his life, no one to affectionately pat him on the head or brush his hair when he was young. Maybe he lacks affection, maybe he’s touch-starved, whatever it is, Jacob doesn’t want to dwell on it.

“J-Jacob,” comes a watery cry. “Please, mmore.”

Well then, how could he deny her after such pleasantries? He slips his finger out of her, only to replace it with two, pushing back in as slowly as the first time.

Her body tenses up and she lets out an unrestrained groan. “Ohh, Ca-Captain, your ffingers.”

He releases her clit with a wet pop and props his head against her thigh, “Mmm?” he muses, “Wha’ ‘bout ‘em?”

“S’thick,” she whimpers, “So thick. You… you’ve got…sailor’s hands, goddd.”

Jacob turns his head to inspect the hand that’s not currently two knuckles deep inside a woman. He supposes his fingers are a little thick, perhaps more so than the average person but he’s never really stopped to think about it before.

“Tha’ so?” he asks, “Well they are rough, workin’ hands so maybe they ought to be a lil thick.”

“Uh-huhh,” she agrees, fucking herself back down against him. “C’mon, c’mon, want it.”

“Fuck, Lass,” Jacob swears, “You’re quite needy, y’know that?”

She shivers, “S’posed to take care…care ‘o me.”

Jacob’s heart melts a bit at the woman’s words, what a sweet sentiment to be said in the middle of ecstasy. And the way she says it, with just a bit of a warble in her voice, hands scrambling, legs shaking, and eyes rolled back in her head with just Jacob’s two fingers stuffed inside her – she’s a siren and Jacob has fallen deep, deep for the song she is singing.

“Oh Darlin’,” Jacob practically purrs, fingers crooking upwards and prodding deep, searching for the spot inside of her that will make her scream, “Yer right, tha’s my job. Gon’ do it so well fer ya, ain’t that right?”

The woman lets out a sudden gasp and clenches around him again; seems as though he’s found his mark. “Yes! There, righ’ there. S-so good, reaching so fucking deep.”

Jacob doubles his efforts and corkscrews his two fingers mercilessly up into the soft, spongey area and she’s gone.

“F-fuuck, s’too much!” her hands fly to his shoulders, trying in vain to push him off.

Her cries fall on deaf ears. In fact, Jacob does the exact opposite as he places his lips back around her clit and sucks it back into his mouth. Her entire body is vibrating with energy, legs kicking out and nails scoring red lines into his back. He’s almost certain he’ll be bleeding when he’s through but it’s so fucking worth it - he doesn’t even care. Jacobs got his fingers twisting and thrusting in a clumsy sort of rhythm now, not fucking in particularly fast but hitting deep enough that the woman’s completely breathless by the time her orgasm finally hits her. When it does, her legs come up to completely engulf the sides of his head and he finds himself trapped between her thighs.

“Ahh, ah! Hnngh, Ja-Jacobb,” she’s whining incessantly, thrashing about, but she’s held firm by the weight of his body and arms ‘round her thighs.

Jacob dips his tongue down to join his fingers at her hole as he fucks her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’s trembling slightly and letting out sweet, little sighs, and when he glances up to check on her, he finds a few tears have leaked from the corners of her eyes. He smirks, tears are definitely a good sign that she’s been thoroughly fucked. Unfortunately for her, the fun doesn’t end with just that – not for Jacob.

Her legs fall limp on either side of him and Jacob slips from between them, rolling over on his side and scooting back up towards the headboard. He props himself up on one elbow and strokes his free hand through the lass’s sex-crazed hair.

“How was tha’, Sweetheart?” he whispers, leaning forward to press an endearing kiss to her forehead.

She hums dreamily and nuzzles into his hand, “S’very good, Captain. Top marks.”

“Yeah?” he smiles, trying to get his hand to untangle some of the knots he runs into in her hair – it’s a tad difficult with only one hand to spare.

“Mhmm, am satisfied,” she purrs, but turns to look up at him with a knowing glint in her eye, “Are you satisfied?”

Jacob chuckles lowly and rolls over on top of the woman, bracketing her head with his arms, “Not nearly, Princess.” With the sentiment, he leans down and captures the woman’s lips in a tender kiss.

She lets out a soft whimper and presses up into the touch, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting her body up into his. He holds her upper body carefully, molding their bodies together to fit like the pieces of a puzzle.

She pulls away from his deepening kisses and bats her eyelashes at him with fiery intent, “You’re still dressed, y’know.”

“I am,” he agrees, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Shall I help you with this little problem?” she hums, kissing along the line of his jaw.

Distantly, he feels her fingers undoing the red sash he uses as a belt ‘round his waist. Her light touches tickle his sides, and he feels the shivers all the way down to the tips of his toes. God, when’s the last time he’s had a proper fuck. He figures it’s been some time and he’s starting to get performance anxiety.

“Ya askin’ my permission now?” Jacob teases, running his hands up and down her back encouragingly.

“Perhaps,” she mouths the word against the skin of his neck before slithering down his body, holding the waistband of his pants in her small hands. They look so delicate against his tanned, scarred skin – soft in stark contrast to his rough edges.

He shakes his head, “You and this perhaps.”

“I think it was you that started it,” she fires back, beginning to undo the many buttons of his sailor pants.

“Hm, whatever you say,” he snorts, before letting out a deep sigh when he feels the pressure around his cock give way as his pants and underwear are tugged off his hips.

Beneath him, the woman lets out a low whistle, “Look at you, Captain. Someone’s well endowed.”

He tries not to blush, but considering the heat rushing to his face, he thinks he’s doing a bad job of it, “Th-thank you, Love.”

She strokes him once, then settles her hand around the base of him, measuring, “Got a bit of a girth on ya too, dontcha?”

“S’ppose I do,” Jacob admits, “Tha’ gon’ be a problem?”

“I guess we’ll just have to see, won’ we?”

Jacob finds himself breathless yet again as he looks into her eyes. She has crawled back up between his arms and is now wrapping her hands around his forearms and bringing her legs about his hips. Her hair’s a mess on the sheets below and he thinks he’s never seen someone look so beautiful. He’s completely gone for her, and he knows it now looking into her eyes; however, she takes his hesitance for something else.

“Alright there?” she prompts, tipping her head to the side, eyes going from subtle seduction to confusion in a matter of seconds.

He brings a hand down to cup her cheek, “Not at all Darlin,’” he promises, “It’s just…do y’know how beautiful you look?”

“This again?” she laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Ay, ay, don’ do that. Don’ look at me like that, I’m serious!”

She rubs at his forearm affectionately and presses a kiss to his palm, “You’re something else, Jacob Holland.”

“And you’re utterly beautiful, Princess,” he repeats, with a quick peck on her lips.

“You gonna make love to me now, Captain?” the lass taunts, wiggling her hips with insinuation.

“I sure would like to, if you’ll allow me,” he winks, slipping a hand between her thighs and spreading her again on two fingers.

“Mmm, why of course – why else would I have brought you home, do y’think?”

“Alright, alright, don’ get sassy with me now,” Jacob grunts, pulling the two fingers out and pressing in with three. “Halfta fuck the attitude righ’ outta ya.”

She laughs at that, squirming against the intrusion of three fingers rather than two, “I’d like ta see you try.”

“Oh Sweetheart, be careful wha’ ya wish fer,” he presses in with his fingers, feeling the way the lass tightens down on them.

“Maybe I’m tryna rile you up ta get ya ta fuck me properly,” she spits, biting down hard on the exposed skin of his chest, making him hiss.

“Brat,” he growls directly into her ear, and revels in the shiver he gets out of her before he’s fucking his fingers back into her with renewed vigor.

She groans in reply, splaying her legs out wider to give him more access, “Thaaat’s right, jus’ like that. Muuuch better.”

Jacob pulls his fingers out roughly and grabs the woman by her hips with bruising force. Before she can even begin to form a complaint, he’s flipping her over on her stomach, “I don’ think I feel like lookin’ atcha anymore,” he snarls, draping himself over her back and biting at her earlobe. The only thing the woman does at that is groan and arch her back when he fucks into her roughly. “Hmm, how could I have forgotten? Ya like it a lil rough,” Jacob croons, grabbing the hair and tugging, so she’s facing the headboard.

She lets out a howling moan and fucks herself back against him a little faster, ass slapping against his hand as she does. She’s propped herself up on her elbows, arching her back so much Jacob nearly grimaces at the position, but the sounds that leave her mouth are downright filthy. He figures he’s nailing the spot inside her dead on from this position, due to the way she’s clawing at the sheets and curling her toes.

“Ya ‘bout ready fer me, Darlin’?”

“Pl-please, ohh fuck please… need – wan-want it s’so badly,” she whines, face falling to the bed as Jacob repositions his hand to push between her shoulder blades, holding her down as she’s fucked within an inch of her life.

“Shh, shhh, you’re so loud, Sweetheart. I don’ care if ya wake tha neighbors, but ya prolly will in tha mornin’.”

She clearly doesn’t hear his warning, or at least doesn’t take it to heart, “Y’gonna…ohhh Captain are ya gonna fuck me? Feels s’fuckin’ good, pa- please .”

Jacob shrugs, pulling his fingers out of the woman with a lewd squelch, “Well, ya did say ‘please.’”

She’s letting out all kinds of incoherent mumblings now and Jacob’s really quite pleased with himself. One of his hands rests gently on her hip while the other holds the base of his cock, lining himself up with her entrance. He lets her feel it a bit at first, just rubbing the tip around, letting it bump against her clit – just to hear her moan a little more.

“Gotta get it all nice n’wet or it won’ fit, will it, Darlin’?” he muses.

“It’ll fit, it will – promise it will,” she begs, tilting her hips up even more.

The head of his dick catches on her hole, and he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding. God, it’s already so hot and wet; he’s honestly not sure he’ll last very long. The lass lets out the softest little mewl as he slides in oh-so-carefully. He’s much bigger than three fingers, but he hopes he’s prepared her well enough anyways. He’s cautious as everything, listening to every whimper and moan that leaves the woman’s hips. He stalls at a hiss and eases back in even slower than before when she sighs out again in relief. He'd hoped to make this night a good one for her, so he’s not going to rush anything. After all, Jacob’s a gentleman at heart – just like he promised, and he’s not a man to go back on his word.

It feels like ages until his hips are resting against the woman’s round ass cheeks, but he’s grateful for the time as it’s helped stave off his own orgasm little by little. Her body is so warm and tight, squeezing him perfectly that he’s nearly tempted to shove her back down on the bed and fuck the attitude right out of her just like he’d threatened. Maybe they’ll get to that.

The lass is shaking, legs completely limp where they’re splayed out-stretched in an uncomfortable-looking position, her arms vibrate holding the pillow she’s got stuffed under her chest, and her entire upper body is heaving with exertion.

“Darlin’?” Jacob asks softly, rubbing soft circles over the woman’s hipbones and petting along the backline of her body. “Are ya alright? Didn’ hurtcha did I?”

The woman shakes her head slowly, “Nu-uhh, didn’ hurt one bit.”

He smiles softly at her shaky tone, “S’a so?”

“Mhmm, feels real good, Captain,” she answers, “It was slow at first but it helped … and now…ohhh god.” She wiggles her hips back against him and lets out a high-pitched squeal, “Fuckk, you’re so fuckin’ deep – it’s so …mfphh gooddd.”

He draws out carefully, “Aye, was worried I wasn’ gon’ fit it all in ya, but look atcha  – takin’ it so well, Princess.”

“Uh-huh, I do…I-I I take it real good. Bet-better than anyone, I bet!”

“Most definitely,” Jacob supplies, rubbing the head of him across her a few more times before slipping back inside. “The tightest pussy in Three Bridges, Sweetheart.”

He thought it was a good line, but the glare she’s shooting back over her shoulder has him questioning himself. Turns out, it’s another reason.

“Ya actually gonna fuck me, Captain, or continue on with whatever ya wanna call this?”

He deadpans, “Lass, I am bein’ a proper gentleman.”

“An’ just when did I ask fer that?”

“You’re gonna be the death o’ me.”

“Jus’ wait till ya have kids.”

“Ain’t neva gon’ happen,” and with the final retort, Jacob’s slamming back home with more force than he’s shown all evening.

The headboard creaks under the force, and Jacob half wonders if it’ll hold up on them but decides he doesn’t care due to the loud moan that he’s pulled from the woman. She’s bracing herself against the mattress, arching her back up into his thrusts, and completely letting herself be at his mercy. He sets a harsh rhythm, focusing more on speed rather than depth. The lass seems to have made up for this by angling her hips and arching her back to help Jacob along in nailing the sweet spot inside of her pretty dead-on.

His hands are gripping her hips with probably more force than is necessary, but the woman doesn’t seem to mind. Jacob’s quickly realizing he’s going to become exhausted of the pace he’s setting and folds himself over her body again, caging her in with his heat and driving down into her. She keens and wraps her arms back around to hold on to any part of his body she can reach. Her hands scrabble in his hair, across his shoulder, and at one point – nearly poke him in the eye.

Jacob leans his head down and presses kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, fucking her deep and hard. He notices the tear tracks on her cheeks and something inside him breaks a little at the sight. He has to remind himself that she is, in fact, crying for good reason. Jacob keeps one arm down to hold himself up and wraps the other around her front, hugging her back against his body protectively. He immediately wonders if the action is too intimate for what they’ve gotten themselves into tonight, but the resounding whimper is enough for him.

“Darlin’ you’re clenchin’ so much, I-I don’t think …ohh Sweet Jesus. You’re – goddd – Sweetheart, you’re perfect. So good, taking it so well, Princess.”

The woman whines in response, nuzzling her face into the crook of his arm.

“Said a slew of things tonight, hm? Whatdya prefer? Didjya pick a name? Princess too much? Sweetheart too endearing? Darlin’ too formal?”

No response, just another choked-out moan.

“C’mon, speak up now,” Jacob encourages, snapping his hips a little faster, “I’d like yer opinion.”

“Ahhh, s’good,” she groans, “Anythin’ s’all good – good, so good for me.”

Jacob chuckles, “Is that right? There’s not a thought behind those eyes, huh? Am I fucking them all outa ya? Tha’ it? What’s tha’ you said? That I’m supposed to be the drunk, now look at ya – completely drunk off my cock.”

“ Yesss . Yes I am – I can’t … s’all – ahhh! J-Jacob!” she shouts, squirming against him violently as if trying to get away.

“Yes, Darlin’?”

“I caaan’t, I’m gonna – hnnngh – gonna cum b-but it’s t-too much,” she sobs, wiping her face against his forearm.

“Shhh, s’okay, you can cum, Sweetheart.”

“I can?”

“Of course, ya can, Love. It would make me very happy if ya would.”

“It would?” she sniffs.

“Undoubtedly, but I’d like ta see tha’ pretty face when ya do,” Jacob affirms, slipping out of the woman momentarily to carefully flip her back around to her front. Her hands immediately fly up to cover her face, but Jacob catches her wrists, “None o’ that’ now, lemme see you.”

He leans down and kisses her softly, pressing back in as he does. She hiccups against his lips and wraps her legs around his waist to pull them even closer. One of his hands rests against her cheek, thumbing lightly at the skin of her jaw and brushing any stray tears that trickle down her face. She’s gorgeous like this – all fucked out and splayed underneath him. He really could get used to something like this, the domesticity of it all. Ah yes, this is why Jacob doesn’t usually do one-night stands; he craves intimacy, for touch like this. He craves a normal existence, to not be a weapon. Alas, a weapon he was created to be, and it is people like her, that he’s striving to protect.

“Jacob?” she squeaks out against his neck.

“Hm? Ya okay, Darlin’?”

“Are you goin’ … gonna – ohh – Jacob,” she cuts herself off with another whimpery moan.

“Sorry ya lost yer sentence,” Jacob laughs, leaning his face forward to nuzzle the side of her face, “Wha’ was ya sayin’?”

“Ya gonna … c-cum too?”

He shakes his head. Such a silly question, Jacob feels like he’s been holding himself back since the first thrust. “Yes, Darlin’. Godd… ya really are so perfect like this y’know?”

“Shuddup, Ca-captain.”

Jacob kisses her temple sweetly before grabbing her calves and bending them up over his shoulders. He feels his cock slip in a little deeper and grinds against the cleft of her ass, making her shudder and let out a low groan.

“I really don’ stand fer talk-back, Princess – ya know that now,” he punctuates by thrusting his hips in rapid succession, drilling her into the mattress as he had promised to do from the beginning of the night.

“Fu-fuuuck… ohh Ca-Jacob!” she shouts, “Jacobbb, yer s’deep – soo deep. I told ya… can’t – I can’t. I’ll…I’m gonna – “

“That’s right,” Jacob interrupts, “Cum on my cock, Sweetheart.”

“ Ahh! Hnnghhh…Jacob !”

The woman’s entire body tenses in his hold and the death grip her pussy suddenly has on him threatens to cut off his blood flow. Jacob chokes out his own moan and cums right after her, burying himself to the hilt and grinding shallowly against her to ride out the aftershocks of both of their orgasms. His body feels like it’s been flayed. He’s never been so exhausted and so wired at the same time. He swears he’s floating and, in the haze, damn near loses his balance and collapses on top of the lass. She makes an uncomfortable grunt whenever he drops onto his elbows.

“Captain,” she groans, but in an irritated rather than pleasurable way, “My body ain’t meant to bend this way.”

“Oh! Sorry, Sweetheart!” he apologizes quickly, “Guess I got a bit carried away.”

He’s sheepish now and very quickly rearranges her limbs to how they should be, weightless against the bedsheets. She lets out a contended sigh and curls up in the crook of Jacob’s arm.

“Hmm, thank you, Captain,” she hums lazily, “That was much appreciated – very good work.”

Jacob smiles down at where her head is now resting against his chest. He brings an arm up to wrap around her, hand petting through her hair as if soothing a once angry cat. He feels a strange sense of peace and, quite honestly, wants to punch himself in the gut for it.

“I – thank you, Love,” he coughs awkwardly, “I’ll remember for next time… yeah?”

Her body stills against him, and she clumsily props herself up on her elbows, looking up at him from her perch on his broad chest, “Next time?” She’s looking at him curiously as if she can’t quite believe the words that have left his mouth.

His throat feels sandpaper dry, “Well uhh…I mean, I sure would like it – I mean…I like you. A lot! Honest, and if ya’d let me, I’d like to see you again…sometime?”

His heart breaks at the look in her eyes. She looks almost sad.

“Sometime?”

“When I come back,” he offers.

“ If you come back.”

“When,” he urges, “It’s always when, Sweetheart. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jacob,” she says softly, placing a hand on his cheek. Her eyes are less sad, filled with a little more hope than before – he’s glad for it.

“I promise, Darlin’,” he assures, holding her palm against the side of his face and turning his face to kiss it gently, “I’ll come back for ya.”

She shakes her head and Jacob’s pretty sure she’s got tears in her eyes. She kisses him anyway, tears or not and it’s the sweetest kiss they’ve shared all night. It’s slow, tender and everything Jacob’s ever wanted from the world. His mind is still hazy with the afterglow and probably not all too aware of the promise he’s just made, of what it has entailed – but he doesn’t care. After all, he’s a monster killer; he deserves a little happiness mixed in with his life too.

“I really am the fool tonight, ain’t I?” the woman chuckles after breaking away from the kiss.

“Nah, Love – I think I may be.”

“But I’m not the drunk! I didn’t have one drink tonight!”

“Sweetheart, let’s both just be fools, aight?”

“Aight, Captain.”

“For the love of god, please just call me Jacob.”