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Interruption 1: Privateers
There are very few things Dabi enjoys more than watching her lover kill a man.
Golden hair whipping in the wind, chest heaving over her devastatingly tight corset, blood dripping from her dual rapiers - Hawks is a vision, and Dabi would take her right there on the deck if she could.
Unfortunately, they’re in the midst of a rather bloody battle with a privateer, and Dabi will need to be alive if she wants to ravish Hawks later.
“Fuck,” she grunts, heaving on the hilt of her scimitar, which she’d driven so deep into the pirate-hunting blaggard she’d been dueling that the tip of her blade had buried itself in the guardrail. “Ruining all of my fun.”
A bright laugh sounds as boots thump into the deck next to Dabi. She glances over to see Hawks, beaming wide, her tricorn hat slightly askew from the fight while its red feather bounces merrily in the wind.
“Fun, is it?” she asks, sheathing one of her rapiers so she can wrap her hand over Dabi’s, helping her yank the scimitar free. Blood is splattered across her tanned cheek like a dusting of tiny rose petals. “Should I be concerned?”
“Hah hah,” Dabi laughs mockingly. “As if I’m the battle monger between the two of us. You’re the one who started this fight. During breakfast, I might add.”
Hawks just bats her long lashes, golden eyes shimmering. “Well, the more of these scoundrels we smite, the sooner we can resume our meal, Dabi dear!”
Then she dashes back into the fray before Dabi can get a word in edgewise. It’s aggravating and arousing in the way that Hawks always is, and Dabi takes out her frustration on the privateers with steel and muttered promises of intense retribution.
“Tease me in the middle of a battle -“ stab “- fight like a dervish right in front of me -“ slice “- run off again before I can even kiss you -“ impale “- fucking menace.”
A privateer’s head goes flying as a result of her pique, spraying Dabi with blood, and she scowls ferociously as her new silk shirt becomes drenched. Somehow, it’s all Hawks’ bloody fault.
“Mark my words, Hawks,” she fumes to herself, stomping over to the next opponent in her path. “A storm is coming.”
The privateer scampers away in the face of Dabi’s wrath, and she feels that she could breathe fire at the cowardice she’s being forced to witness when she could be worshiping her golden captain in their bed right now. It’s their post-breakfast routine, dammit, and Dabi does not like having her routine interrupted so brutishly.
With that thought driving her, Dabi turns her blade on the next hapless pirate hunter, blue eyes flashing with fury and pent-up desire.
And so it goes, until the privateers are forced to retreat, their ship barely limping away from the skirmish with the dreaded Fire Hawk.
——
Dabi does take her pound of flesh from Hawks later that day. Or perhaps pounding of flesh is more accurate.
“Oh yes, Dabi!” Hawks gasps as Dabi thrusts back into her. Between their thighs is a slick mess of cum and oil that eases the glide of the glass length strapped to Dabi’s pelvis. It’s a rather new toy for their chest of pleasure items, and if Hawks’ bowed back and heaving chest are anything to go by, it’ll become a regular feature in their daily escapades.
“Say you’re sorry,” Dabi pants out, slamming into Hawks again with a grunt, holding there, stuffing her full as Hawks curses beneath her.
“Fiend,” Hawks hisses, squinting her eyes open. “Sorry for what?”
Dabi’s bottom lip threatens to stick out in a pout, but she holds onto her faux indignation. “Picking a fight with a privateer. Being fucking tease in the middle of a battle. I ruined a perfectly good shirt today.”
“Oh?” Hawks croons without sympathy. “I don’t even like your shirts. Much better to strut about naked, says I.”
Dabi flushes, her eyes dipping to Hawks’ very naked, very delectable breasts. The nipples are a tight, kiss-bitten pink in the afternoon light and the soft, plump flesh is just begging to be fondled.
Fortunately, as a pirate, Dabi is not one to deny herself something she desires, and so she releases Hawks’ hips in favor of cupping her breasts, rubbing her calloused thumbs tauntingly over the already-sensitive nipples that’d been thoroughly lavished by her mouth when she had Hawks pinned to the door.
“Not sorry now?” Dabi tries again as Hawks shivers uncontrollably under her fingers. Goosebumps are raising the small hairs of Hawks’ arms, and her nipples so taut that Dabi can’t resist giving them a teasing pinch.
“Nnnn-not sorry,” Hawks grits out, her tear-clumped eyelashes fluttering. Wide golden eyes are blown out into more of an abyss than a trove, and she smirks up at Dabi unrepentantly. “Never apologizing for bringing out your fiery side, sweet thing.”
Dabi groans at her lover’s sappiness and resumes fucking Hawks silly, without relinquishing her hold on Hawks’ tits. “You are a demon sent to punish me, I swear.”
Hawks laughs breathlessly, her voice hitching with each firm buck into her. “If you w-wanted punishment, all you had t-to do was ask, Dabi d-dear.”
“A demon, ” Dabi snarls, using one hand to hike Hawks’ supple thighs around her waist, making her lover cry out with the new angle. Dabi’s cunt throbs at the sound, and she knows she’s not going to last much longer with Hawks singing so sweetly beneath her.
“Da~bi, o-oh, fuck, there! ” Hawks begs, her voice high and her body a taut line of golden muscle and soft curves. Like the sun glinting off thunderheads.
Sweat drips down Dabi’s throat, tickling the sensitive valley between her breasts as she pumps into her lover, her captain, her personal guardian devil. And she watches as Hawks’ eyebrows pinch up - watches her fingers twist desperately into the silken sheets beneath her. Her golden hair is a messy halo around her beautiful face, and Dabi longs for her fingers to be tangled into those wild locks.
But with one hand clenched tight around Hawks’ thigh, and the other massaging Hawks’ breast, trying and failing to cup all of the soft flesh in one long-fingered hand, she can only watch as Hawks tosses her head back, mussing her hair further as her mouth drops open in ecstasy.
“Dabi, Dabi - ohh, oH!”
“Hawks,” Dabi gasps, feeling her thighs burn as she thrusts into her lover over and over again, her heart pounding as she sears the vision of Hawks’ passionate cries deep into her memories so that she will never forget what true treasure looks like.
And then Hawks’ fingers clench and her hips seize around Dabi’s waist and she’s clamping down so tight on the glass length that Dabi finds she can’t pull out.
Not that Dabi gives a damn about pulling away. From her vantage point, she can see all of Hawks. The heaving breasts, the glistening skin, the soaked golden patch between her legs. But most importantly, she can see Hawks’ luminous eyes open, looking dazed and delighted as she glows in her post-orgasmic bliss.
“You know,” Hawks murmurs once she’s caught her breath, disentangling her fingers from the sheet so she can bury her hands in Dabi’s hair, dragging her close. The shifting angle makes her moan into her next words. “Nnnngh, if this is how my punishments continue, I do believe I will continue to frustrate you at every turn.”
“As if that were ever a question,” Dabi grumbles before allowing herself to be drawn in for a shameless kiss.
“Mmm,” Hawks hums against her mouth. “But I shan’t allow sexual frustration, Dabi dear. So why don’t we take that thing off you and I stay nice and quiet for a while between your lovely thighs. Do we have an accord?”
Dabi’s throat goes dry, but she manages a reply.
“Aye, captain.”
—--
Interruption 2: Pirates
A week later, Dabi has Hawks naked and perched on the edge of her desk, with one hand twined into her hair, and the other buried between Hawks’ legs, stroking her into a right state. Their lips are already swollen from kissing, and Dabi’s fairly certain she’ll have a bruise from how hard Hawks slammed her into the wall on the way to their cabin, but she couldn’t give less of a damn. She only has to lay her lover back on the desk, maps be damned, and she’ll have Hawks right where she wa-
“SHIP AHOY!”
Dabi pauses at the call, irrational anger flaring so brightly that she’s half tempted to rip the blaggard’s tongue from his head because there’s no way Hawks will forgo -
“A ship?” Hawks repeats, voice rough but already far too clear given the circumstances. “Dabi, we have to -”
“No, we don’t,” Dabi says stubbornly, her chin jutting out. She scissors her fingers between Hawks’ folds and takes great pleasure in watching her lover give a full-body shiver. But when she tugs experimentally at the back of Hawks’ neck, her captain resists, and Dabi knows it’s a lost cause.
“You know we have to go,” Hawks sighs, sounding as put out as Dabi feels, even as she eases Dabi’s hand from between her legs. “It could be navy. Or another pirate.” She tries a mischievous grin. “Could even be booty!”
Dabi crosses her arms, shoving up her chest in a way she knows drives Hawks to distraction. “Would much rather have your booty.”
Sure enough, Hawks’ eyes have dipped from Dabi’s face and her pupils have expanded into deep wells of desire. If Dabi gets nothing else out of today, she at least gets the pleasure of watching Hawks have to physically shake off her lust so she can stand.
“Come on, Dabi dear,” she entices, brushing her fingers along Dabi’s jaw. “The more swiftly this is dealt with, the more time you’ll have between my legs. Yes?”
Body throbbing with frustrated arousal and intense mental images, Dabi sighs explosively and concedes.
“Aye, you fucking siren.”
—--
It’s another band of pirates, and Dabi is most displeased with them when she enters the infirmary after coordinating the looting of their ship and the marooning of their crew. The Fire Hawk had won the fight quite handily, but not without casualties, one of whom is in quite a lot of trouble.
“You reckless fiend,” Dabi accuses without preamble as soon as Hawks turns to look at her. The captain is already sitting on the edge of the cot, attempting to pull her trousers up. The rather large bandage wrapped around her thigh isn’t making it easy, however.
Dabi doesn’t plan to make this easy for her lover either. Not when Hawks had scared the life out of her. She can still see, on repeat, the moment when shrapnel from the cannon blast made Hawks’ knee buckle. Blood had sprayed the deck, and Dabi’s scream might have been heard in the Locker, she’d been so afraid.
“I never stay out of a fight, you know that,” Hawks says evenly. She looks tired and not in the least bit contrite, which only makes Dabi’s overflow of emotions roil into the likes of a hurricane.
“Perhaps you should,” Dabi snarls, striding forward so that she can thrust a finger into Hawks’ chest. “We have ample able-bodied fighters aboard. There’s no fucking need for you to throw yourself into every fight.”
“I thought you liked it when I fought?” Hawks muses, lacing up her trousers finally. The bulge of the bandage wrapped around her thigh is still visible, and it makes Dabi’s insides queasy in the way the sea hasn’t in years.
“I do not like it when you get injured,” Dabi points out, still aggravated. “Particularly not when our enemy is so cannon-happy that they’d shoot their own ship to blast you to bits. Did you not spare a single thought for what would happen to us if you died? You’re the only thing that keeps this crew together!”
Hawks’ eyes soften and she pushes herself to stand, raising a blood-streaked hand to cup Dabi’s cheek. The gesture is enough to make the pirate’s lip tremble, and she returns the gesture, sinking her fingers into the curls at Hawks’ nape.
“I’m sorry I frightened you,” Hawks murmurs, tugging Dabi closer until her nose is buried against Dabi’s neck. Dabi wraps her arms around her lover, resting her scarred cheek atop Hawks’ sweaty locks.
“You better be,” Dabi mutters, discreetly wiping a tear into Hawks’ hair. “You bloody idiot.”
“Mmm, yes, I am an idiot,” Hawks agrees, sighing against Dabi’s collarbone. “A tired idiot who wants her bed and her first mate to pick up where she left off before those dreadful boors interrupted us earlier.”
Dabi’s heart skips a beat. She’d anticipated tending to Hawks’ needs and letting her rest for the foreseeable future.
I suppose there are needs, she muses. And then there are needs.
“Well, Dabi?” Hawks asks, pressing her lips to Dabi’s pulse point. “Are you taking me to bed, or shall I take myself?”
Dabi snorts in disbelief, then, without another word, bends down to scoop Hawks up under her knees and shoulders, lifting her off the floor. Satisfaction pulses through her when Hawks squeaks and throws her arms around Dabi’s neck, her chest squishing up against Dabi’s cheek.
Barring the injury, Dabi’s not complaining one iota about the situation.
“I suppose I’m not taking myself to bed,” Hawks laughs. “Nor into a fight anytime soon, if you and the doctor have anything to say about it.”
“I have much to say about it,” Dabi purrs, nuzzling against Hawks even as she strides out of the infirmary, careful not to bump Hawks’ leg against the narrow walls.
“Oh, you like the idea of me being bedbound, do you?” Hawks laughs breathlessly as Dabi takes the stairs two at a time to the main deck. “So eager, first mate.”
“Only mate,” Dabi growls back to peals of bright laughter.
It’s okay, though. Dabi would take Hawks’ teasing a million times over.
After all, it means her captain still has breath in her lungs to tease with.
Perhaps a bit less breath, after I’m done with her, Dabi thinks smugly as she shoulders open the door to the captain’s cabin and kicks it shut behind her. Hawks giggles again, her breasts jiggling quite distractingly against Dabi’s jaw.
“Saints, you’ll be the death of me,” Dabi murmurs, crossing the room to the bed and bending down to gently rest her captain on the sheets. Hawks peers up at her through golden lashes, a pretty pink flush spread across her cheeks, belying the exhaustion she’d shown earlier. Only the splatters of blood still decorating her shirt tell the tale of the battle they’d fought earlier.
Fortunately, Dabi has a fix for that.
“Arms up,” she whispers, tugging at the hem of Hawks’ soiled shirt. Hawks doesn’t protest, only lifts her arms so Dabi can slip the fabric off and toss it aside, her eyes never leaving Hawks.
It’s a wonder she’ll never be tired of beholding, Hawks splayed out beneath her, all intelligent eyes and golden temptation. Sailors write songs about Hawks’ kind of beauty, and yet it’s scarred, wrathful Dabi who gets to hold her, cherish her, and make her cum until she can’t see straight.
“Enjoying the view?” Hawks asks, her voice husky with want. Dabi licks her lips, letting her eyes wander to take in the smooth expanse of Hawks’ neck, her beautiful tits, her hard stomach, and just the tiniest hint of the golden trail above her barely-laced pants.
“Enjoy is not a strong enough word,” Dabi confesses, tracing her fingers over the path her eyes had just traveled. Hawks arches up into her touch, her breath shaky when she exhales.
Yes, more of that, Dabi thinks, leaning down to retrace the path again with her tongue. Want to spend the rest of my life making you feel transcendent. Want you to be old and gray and so loved that the gods themselves become jealous of my devotion.
When Dabi reaches the hem of Hawks’ trousers this time, she goes to work unlacing them, working them down over Hawks’ thighs, careful - oh so careful - of the injury Hawks had sustained, until she’s able to toss them in the direction of the ruined shirt.
“Hawks,” she whispers, kissing her way back up her lover’s shins, her knees, her thighs, parting Hawks’ legs around her as she works a bite into Hawks’ soft flesh. Her captain shudders at the sensation, head bowing back the higher Dabi works.
“Oh, Dabi, fuck,” she moans, her spine curving against the sheets. Dabi smirks, tugging her lover’s legs up over her shoulders and pushing forward to the hot core that already glistens for Dabi’s tongue. Dabi might have whined at the sight. Only Hawks would know, and she’s a bit preoccupied with Dabi hovering over her wet cunt.
Still, there’s one more thing before Dabi can get to her feast.
“Will you be more careful?” she asks. Perhaps it’s terrible timing, but she’s never been more serious in her life. “As careful as a pirate can be, at least?”
Hawks stops her wriggling and laboriously pushes up to her elbows. Her hair is in disarray and she has a devastating pout on her lips, but once she catches sight of Dabi’s face, her expression melts.
“We don’t live an easy life, Dabi dear,” she says gently, leaning up to cup Dabi’s cheek as she had in the infirmary. “But I shall do my best. On my honor.”
Dabi bites her lip and nods. It’s the best she can get for now, and even in the depths of her heart, she knows Hawks wasn’t at fault for her injury.
(And even knowing it wasn’t her fault, she tries. Tries to reassure Dabi that she will be better.)
God, I’m in love with this woman, Dabi thinks, before burying her face between Hawks’ legs.
Hawks inhales sharply, digging her fingers into Dabi’s salt-stiff hair as Dabi’s tongue dips into her heat, forcing Hawks’ folds to part around her the deeper she licks.
"Fu~ck!” Hawks gets out, her thighs clamping reflexively around Dabi’s cheeks. Dabi hums at the motion and loops both hands over Hawks’ thighs, prying them apart with a firmness that says don’t hide from me.
Hawks makes an almost pained noise in the back of her throat as she lets Dabi have her way, and Dabi delights in the way her lover’s legs tremble with each lick, each suck, each messy kiss pressed into Hawks’ cunt.
“Shit,” Hawks whispers, fingers tightening in Dabi’s hair. “Oh, shit, shit shitshitshit Da- ah- bi!”
Smiling to herself, Dabi looks up the tan expanse of Hawks’ stomach to see her lover flushed and panting, a faint prickling of tears building at the corners of her eyes. For a moment, Dabi flicks a glance at Hawks’ bandaged thigh, but her attention is dragged back by Hawks’ grip on her hair.
"Not hurt,” Hawks gets out, stomach tightening at a particularly vigorous lick. “Just fucking - god - your mouth.”
Dabi’s smile stretches and, content that she’s not causing her lover any discomfort, she redoubles her efforts.
For the next couple of hours.
By the time she’s done, Hawks is a mess of loose limbs, love bites, and blissed-out brainlessness. Dabi gathers her fucked-out captain close, then, and plants a kiss on her forehead, delighting in the happy murmurs she hears coming from Hawks.
"Get some sleep, love,” she says quietly. “I’ll keep watch over you.”
“Mmm, I know,” Hawks whispers. “Best mate ever.”
Dabi smirks.
Damn right I am.
—-
Interruption 3: Merchant
Dabi has had her breakfast and is more than ready for her second breakfast in the form of Hawks’ riding her face into their bed until Hawks cums or Dabi dies the most honorable death known to womankind when there’s a bang on the cabin door.
“Captain, I know you’re busy!” the tremulous voice of a cabin boy calls out through the heavy wood. Damn them for sending a child that Dabi could not skewer in good conscience. “But the lookout has seen sails on the horizon. It appears to be merchant craft, and you told me to let you know whenever we spied a prize!”
Dabi looks up at Keigo from between her legs, taking in the golden curls, the taut stomach, the full breasts, before finally reaching her apologetic expression.
"Love,” she says quietly, releasing her hold on Dabi’s hair so she can pet her cheek. “This is how we put food on the table.”
"I already have my food,” Dabi returns, tightening her fingers into Hawks’ thighs. “And my face is the table. Can we not pass this one up?”
"Not without creating unneeded tension in the crew,” Hawks sighs, pushing herself back until her ass settles on Dabi’s stomach, forcing Dabi to let her go. She gazes down at Dabi with a sad smile. ”I promise to make it up to you, my love.”
Chin stubborn, Dabi turns her face away. She cannot bear to upset Hawks, but…
"On my swords, sweet thing,” Hawks vows, stroking Dabi’s cheek with her calloused thumb. “Once we’ve finished, I’ll let you tie me to the bed if it pleases you.”
That… doesn’t sound bad. But it doesn’t feel good, either.
"You aren’t obliged to me, Hawks,” Dabi murmurs, letting her own fingers skim over her captain’s tanned thigh. “I know this is the life we chose. I simply wish all those blaggards had better timing.”
"As the one who was about to be eaten out by the love of her life, I can only say, emphatically, aye,” Hawks laughs, leaning down to give Dabi a swift, filthy kiss. “Shall we make short work of this plump pigeon so that you can get back to your meal?”
Dabi licks her lips, tasting sea salt and the vanilla scones Hawks had for breakfast.
"Aye, captain.”
——-
Hawks does keep her word in the end, and reminds Dabi with some amusement that she actually does so quite often.
Dabi does not care.
Not when the merchant they’d looted had been carrying the finest silks in the seven seas, and the two of them now possess bolts of the fabric to use as they please.
And right now, it pleases Dabi very much to take up her captain’s offer to bind her to the bed for the remainder of the afternoon.
“Somehow, I didn’t think you’d follow through,” Hawks says, her voice lilting playfully as Dabi finishes tying the knots that secure her to the top of the headboard. She’s kneeling prettily, fully naked, as Dabi presses her equally naked body to Hawks’ back, testing the knots and the tightness of the silk around Hawks’ lovely wrists. The fabric holds without bruising or chafing, for which Dabi is grateful.
“You offered,” Dabi reminds her lover, letting her fingers trail down Hawks’ arms. “Did you really think I’d turn you down?”
“I suppose not,” Hawks laughs shakily as Dabi’s hands explore further, fluttering down the bumps of her spine, ghosting over her taut abdomen, before curving up to cup her breasts. “Though I will miss the chance to touch you in turn.”
“Mmm,” Dabi hums, massaging her captain’s soft mounds, nuzzling at the side of her throat as she does. “I’m quite content to do the touching if it means you’ll stay put.”
“W-we acquired enough swag to feed us for half a y-year today,” Hawks argues, voice hitching as Dabi tugs at her nipples. “I’d say a thank you is in order. N-not a chiding.”
“Oh, I’m very grateful,” Dabi purrs. “My brave, strong captain, taking on pirates, privateers, and pigeons, day after day, seeing our crew to freedom and fortune without hesitation. How could I not be grateful?”
One hand slides down Hawks’ overheated stomach and dips between her legs. Her back arches as Dabi feels how wet she is already.
“Dabi -” Hawks tries, only to cut herself off with a gasp when Dabi’s teeth tug at her ear.
“Let me show you my gratitude, captain,” Dabi breathes against her skin, noticing Hawks’ full body shiver. “No teasing, no pouting. For all that I complain of your insatiable need for adventure, I am grateful. Any moment by your side is a moment worth appreciation.”
That gets her a shuddery breath as Hawks turns her head to argue, but Dabi doesn’t let her. Instead, she meets Hawks halfway and swallows her protests with a kiss as deep and relentless as the seas.
Their lips move in perfect sync, pushing and pulling as each of them tries to pull the other closer. The headboard creaks as Hawks tugs against the silk bindings, but they hold fast, putting her at Dabi’s mercy as the pirate plunders her mouth with her tongue, drawing out moan after moan of pleasure. It’s a kind of high that Dabi knows she could chase all of her life and never find again outside of their bed.
As Dabi drags her tongue over the roof of Hawks’ mouth, her hands aren’t idle, one stroking between Hawks’ folds, covered in slick, the other furiously squeezing her breast. The touches only serve to push Hawks faster to the edge, like a current sweeping out to a waterfall.
“Dabi,” Hawks pants, breaking away, a flush like rouge painting her cheeks pink. Her eyes are glazed with desire, and she looks at Dabi as if she’d like nothing more than to eat her. “I want your mouth on me now.”
Dabi grins, leaning back in for another kiss. “As my captain wishes ~”
Hawks scowls and the headboard creaks again with the strain of her attempted movements. “You know what I mean, you temptress. Let us resume what we began this morning.”
Arching an eyebrow, Dabi takes in Hawks’ fierce expression, her kiss-bruised lips, the trickle of sweat that’s trailing down from her temple.
She’s gorgeous, Dabi thinks, heart melting and blood pounding at the sight of her. Still, she’s not ready to give up quite so soon.
“Five more minutes?” she asks, kissing the underside of Hawks’ jaw. “I want to make you cum before you take your seat.”
Hawks’ eyes darken and she bites her lip, clearly weighing the immediate pleasure of Dabi’s fingers against the sheer overstimulation that will come from Dabi’s tongue.
“Fine,” she says, arching her back a bit, pushing into Dabi’s hands. “Do your worst.”
Dabi grins. “With pleasure, captain.”
And oh, does she.
By the time Dabi’s flopping onto the pillows of their bed, Hawks is using the silk bindings as a support to hold herself upright. Her neck has a line of hickeys up and down one side, her legs are shaking, her thighs are slick with her release, and her nipples are both swollen and pink from Dabi’s merciless fondling. It’s truly a sight to behold.
Unfortunately for Hawks, Dabi’s not done quite yet.
Scooting over, Dabi lifts one of Hawks’ trembling thighs, grinning at the groan Hawks releases as Dabi settles her leg on the other side of Dabi’s face.
“Oh, now that’s the real bounty,” Dabi sighs happily, nipping at Hawks’ inner thigh even as she drinks in the sight of Hawks’ soaked cunt. It’s such a lovely shade of pink, and between the streaks of cum and the swollen clit, it already looks debauched.
Not enough, though, Dabi thinks, licking a stripe into the crook of Hawks’ hip. Never enough.
“Dabi…” Hawks gets out, pulling Dabi’s eyes up.
Up the tanned skin of her stomach, up over her full breasts, and into her luminous eyes. Hawks is looking at Dabi like she’s an angel from legend - both terrifying and holy - and it gives Dabi a delirious rush of confidence. That this is where she belongs, and it’s the only place she ever wants to belong ever again.
“Tell me what you want, dove,” she whispers, pressing kisses into Hawks’ soft skin, promising unending devotion with each one. “Do you want me to pleasure you until you cannot walk tomorrow? Hmm? Can I put my mouth on you until you shake with desire?” She presses another kiss into quivering skin. “Can I savor your ambrosia until I taste it in my sleep?”
“Oh, fuck,” Hawks whispers, her eyes huge. “Yes.”
Dabi doesn’t need to be told twice.
Licking into Hawks is truly addicting. Dabi can feel her captain clenching around her tongue, can taste the rush of slick from Hawks’ arousal, can hear the low cursing from her captain as Hawks squirms against her mouth.
Dabi holds tighter. Licks deeper. Loses herself in Hawks’ incredible flavor.
Time passes in a blur. Dabi doesn’t keep track of the minutes, only of the number of times Hawks shakes apart on her tongue, crying out her pleasure for the world to hear.
It’s a kind of music, a one-room heaven, and Dabi’s favorite verse is Hawks screaming her name.
Finally, when Hawks’ goes limp with her fourth orgasm, Dabi pulls back to see the mess she’s made and feels satisfaction coil in her guts.
Hawks is resting her head against the headboard between her bound arms, her breath ragged, and her skin flushed to the point of looking feverish. Sweat dampens her golden locks, and there’s a streak of drool at the corner of her mouth. Hazy eyes gaze down at Dabi, clouded with the kind of blissed-out stupor that only comes from being fucked silly for hours on end.
That’s when Dabi knows she’s done her job properly.
Nipping at her bruise-dappled thigh, Dabi pats her ass to get her attention.
“You alive up there?” she asks innocently, almost laughing when Hawks blinks slowly down at her, uncomprehending. “I’ll take that as a no.”
Gently, Dabi lifts Hawks off of her face so that she can sit up and unbind her lover from the headboard, clean her up with a wet rag, and settle her into the sheets. Hawks follows Dabi’s nudging docilely, not quite recovered from her vigorous attentions.
It isn’t until Dabi settles in next to her, lifting the sheets over both of their shoulders, that Hawks makes a noise of ill content.
“Did you need something?” Dabi asks, stroking her knuckles over Hawks’ soft cheek. The captain blinks pleading eyes at Dabi and lifts her chin in sweet invitation.
And no matter how sore Dabi’s mouth is from the workout she’d given it, she could never say no to kissing her love.
So that’s what she does.
—--
Interruption 4: A secret
Hawks knows she has a tendency to leave Dabi high and dry, though never through any desire of her own to do so. If she had her way, she and Dabi would never leave their bedroom, and Dabi would never cover up those glorious tits of hers.
That said, Hawks is the captain, and it’s not just her own relationship that she has to concern herself with. Running the ship, maintaining a steady stream of swag, managing the crew, keeping them all in good spirits in the months they spend at sea - it all requires hours of hard work that Hawks cannot afford to neglect.
But that doesn’t mean I will neglect Dabi, either, Hawks thinks, looking over her shoulder to confirm that Dabi’s still following behind. Even if she thinks I am.
Dabi trails in Hawks’ wake, her expression just shy of a pout. Their ship had made better time than anticipated this morning, and they’d docked at the port just before breakfast, which meant no post-breakfast romp for either of them. Hawks doesn’t like it any better than Dabi does, but she’s better at hiding it than her gorgeous first mate.
It’s okay, I’ll pay her back this afternoon, Hawks thinks, reaching back to take Dabi’s hand in her own. She smiles when Dabi squeezes her fingers, assuring her she’s not truly upset.
I’ll pay her back for the rest of my life, if all goes well.
“So, who is this man we just have to meet?” Dabi asks, trying to sound enthused. “I’m assuming it’s not about supplies since the quartermaster has that handled.”
“Not supplies,” Hawks assures, dodging through the crowded shops near the docks, following her memory to a more secluded alley further up the road. “You’ll find out in less than five minutes. May I beg a little patience of my first mate?”
“You may not,” Dabi replies instantly, even as she continues behind Hawks. “I have earned the right to complain.”
“It will only be a quick stop, love,” Hawks laughs, tugging Dabi up to her side so that she can swap hand-holding for slipping her arm around her lover’s waist. “And look there, that’s the shop!”
Dabi follows her pointing finger to the painted wood sign above the dark shop, proclaiming it to be -
“A jewelry store?” Dabi asks suspiciously. “Since when do we pay for jewels?”
“Since none of the ships we’ve raided recently have had the items I desired,” Hawks says with a feigned sigh of disappointment. “We need to pilfer a princess’s ship, I swear.”
At that, Dabi perks up, her blue eyes regaining their spark.
“Oh? Is the pirate queen desirous of a crown?” she asks, raising a hand to tuck Hawks’ locks behind her ear. Hawks can feel her cheeks heating despite herself.
“Not quite,” she returns, proud of how steady she is under Dabi’s mild but devastating attack upon her self-control. “Come on, I’ll show you what I mean.”
Guiding her lover into the shop, Keigo tries to act casually. Dabi is bound to pick up on anything suspicious, after all.
“Hullo there, ladies!” A warm voice calls out from behind a counter. Keigo glances over to see the man she’d contacted weeks ago, when they plotted their course for this port, beaming at them.
“Hello, Giran,” she returns, smiling as she guides Dabi over to the glass display the man is hovering over. Dabi comes willingly, though Hawks can feel her curious gaze boring into the side of her skull. “I take it you received my message?”
“Oh, yes,” Giran cackles, voice smoke-cracked and amused. “Been picking up pieces ever since, hoping to find what yer lookin’ for. Got ‘em all polished up when I heard yer ship docked this mornin’!”
“What are you up to, Hawks,” Dabi murmurs in Hawks’ ear as they stop in front of the counter and Giran pulls out a tray of glittering jewelry that varies from hoops to bars to dangling, delicate chains. Hawks’ eyes are immediately drawn to the glittering sapphire rings, but she brought Dabi here to choose for herself, so…
“A little gift, as an apology for our many interrupted mornings over the past few months,” Hawks explains in a low voice, pressing a kiss into the scarred skin under Dabi’s ear. “Take your pick, love.”
“We have thousands of earrings aboard the ship,” Dabi says, sounding confused as she glances at Hawks. “Why…?”
Giran takes a step back from the counter, gesturing to Hawks as if to say “you’re up.”
“They’re not meant for your ears, darling,” Hawks explains, letting her hand trail up Dabi’s ribs, brushing suggestively at the curve of her breast. Dabi’s eyebrows shoot up before a wicked grin stretches her lips.
“I see,” she says, ocean eyes glittering with mischief. “Are you opposed to a few choices?”
Hawks laughs. “As many as your heart desires. All of them, if it suits you. Though you’ll need to pick one pair to wear while the piercings heal, as those will have to stay for several months.”
“That’s an easy enough choice,” Dabi snorts, lifting the sapphire rings Hawks had been admiring from the velvet tray. “These, to start.”
“Excellent choice,” Giran compliments, glancing at Hawks as he takes the nipple piercings from Dabi’s hand to pack away.
Dabi’s gaze is set on perusing the rest of the selection, so Hawks watches as Giran selects a box from behind the counter and briefly lifts the false bottom for Hawks’ eyes only. There’s a small flash of gold in the gaslight before the bottom is closed again and the sapphire rings are placed inside.
Thank you, Giran, Hawks thinks gratefully, a smile tugging at her lips as Dabi picks up another set of jewelry and passes it to the dealer with the air of a child in a candy shop, getting to select their own treats. Frankly, Hawks hasn’t seen Dabi this excited since she last let her shop for scimitars amongst the bodies of their fallen foes.
A moment later, Dabi turns her way, holding a pair of bars up to her breasts. There are diamonds embedded at the end of each bar and they’re connected by delicate silver chains that glitter enticingly in the low light. Hawks feels a rush of heat flare in her core at the sight.
“I take that reaction as a yes,” Dabi says smugly, pushing the bars a little tighter to her chest just to rile Hawks up further.
“Definitely yes,” Hawks gets out, throat tight with desire. “Holy fuck.”
“I better be wholly fucked after this,” Dabi jokes, passing the jewelry over to a snickering Giran before returning her attention to the tray. Hawks just smiles at her, feeling overwhelmingly besotted at the sight of her lover’s joy.
I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.
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With Dabi’s prizes purchased and Hawks’ secret gift secured inside the box of jewelry, they return to the captain’s cabin to, ah, decorate Dabi with her spoils.
“So, once these are in, it’ll be no touching for a few weeks at least, according to the old man,” Dabi says casually as Hawks lays out the sapphire rings on a clean cloth, along with a needle and a cleaning salve Giran had given them.
Hawks looks up to see Dabi leaning back on her palms on the bed, her cotton shirt tugging tight across her bosom, the ties practically straining to keep her decent. The sight is so entrancing that it takes Dabi’s melodic laugh to drag Hawks’ eyes away.
“I take it you didn’t hear me, though it looks like you may have had the same idea anyway,” Dabi teases, reaching up to tug the laces of her shirt loose. “What do you say, captain? Do you want to play before these are off limits?”
“Oh, god yes,” Hawks whines, abandoning the nipple rings for the moment in favor of straddling her lap, tangling her fingers in the loose ties as she does.
“Eager, are we?” Dabi laughs as Hawks pulls the ties free entirely, and tugs her top down, exposing her heavy breasts to Hawks’ hungry eyes. “You’re going to be a menace when it comes time for restraint.”
“You can always restrain me yourself,” Hawks grumbles, cupping Dabi’s glorious tits. “For now, I’m claiming these for myself.”
“Fucking pirate,” Dabi laughs, breath hitching as Hawks squeezes her chest into plump mounds, the nipples already tight with arousal. Hawks can’t help but admire the dusky pink shade contrasting so gorgeously with Dabi’s fair skin and dark scars.
She’s so beautiful, it’s unreal, Hawks thinks headily, heart pounding. I love her, I love her, I love her -
Then Hawks gets her mouth on Dabi’s nipple, and the world narrows down to just the taste of Dabi’s skin and the burning need to claim her that thrums through Hawks’ veins.
Teeth gnaw into soft flesh, then kisses are pressed into the stinging bruises left behind. Hawks’ tongue laves over goosebumps, leaving a trail of spit-slick skin that shivers with each kiss, nip, and suck that Hawks works into it. Hands that’ve been trained to hold rapiers with unrelenting strength now knead into soft mounds, fondling with a firm gentleness that can only come from desire at war with the desire not to harm.
“Love you,” Hawks murmurs between kisses and licks, feeling Dabi’s fingers sinking into her hair and practically purring at the sensation. “Love you -” kiss, nibble, bite “- so much, Dabi.”
“Fucking hell, Hawks,” Dabi moans, her fingers tightening as if she can’t decide whether to yank Hawks closer or yank her away. “Keep going, please.”
“Yes,” Hawks breathes, cupping Dabi’s breast and exhaling hotly over her slickened nipple. Dabi keens weakly beneath her, and Hawks can’t help but suck the tip back into her mouth to hear that sound again.
And again.
And again.
By the time she’s had her fill, Dabi’s breasts are covered in hickeys, bruises, teeth marks, and spit, and the pirate herself looks utterly undone, her crystal eyes wet with tears and a blush tainting her from cheeks to the tips of her swollen nipples.
“Sorry if this makes the piercings more painful,” Hawks whispers, gently wiping Dabi’s tits with a clean rag, a little sheepish with how carried away she’d gotten. The bruises forming are a lovely lavender now, but Hawks knows Dabi will be tender to the touch.
“Don’t be sorry,” Dabi sighs, laying back fully into the bed at Hawks’ urging, letting Hawks straddle her lap for a better position. “They’re gonna hurt either way. Might as well hurt from foreplay.”
“Tit illating foreplay?” Hawks asks, eyebrows waggling. She’s rewarded with a pillow smacking her upside the head.
“That was terrible,” Dabi laughs, cheeks still pink as Hawks rubs at her skin. “Now get on with it. The sooner you’re done, the sooner I can recover, and the sooner you can do this again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Hawks giggles, finishing one last swipe of Dabi’s glorious breasts. God, she’d done a number on them, and she could still bury her face between those gorgeous mounds for hours if Dabi allowed it.
“Hawks, you’re getting distracted,” Dabi points out.
“Right!” Hawks blinks, swallowing hard. Then she turns to pick up the cloth that holds the needle, ointment, and the sapphire nipple rings. “You remember what Giran told us?”
“Not too different than getting our ears pierced, but more painful,” Dabi recites with a roll of her eyes. “Honestly, do you see how much metal I’m covered in? I’m prepared for a little pain.”
Hawks lets her eyes trail over the myriad of gold hoops decorating Dabi’s skin, binding her scars to her healthy skin. Not for the first time, she admires just how brave her lover truly is to have faced such horrific injuries and come out the other side stronger than ever.
“If you need me to stop, let me know,” Hawks says, more for herself than for Dabi, who she knows would never raise a white flag even if her life depended on it. “You ready?”
“Yes, you mother hen,” Dabi says, cupping her right breast to hold it steady. “Pierce me already.”
Laughing, Hawks leans forward and presses the needle lightly against the side of Dabi’s nipple, adding her own hand to keep the tip steady. Once the placement seems right, she catches Dabi’s bright eyes and smiles.
“Three, two, one-”
She drives the needle through the soft flesh and feels Dabi’s sharp inhale between her thighs. Hawks takes a moment to study Dabi’s expression, which seems more flushed than anything.
“You okay?” she asks, positioning the ring’s clasp to take the needle’s place. “Do you need a second?”
“Hurts, but not bad,” Dabi says, eyebrows pinching a bit before she looks up at Hawks from under her unfairly long eyelashes. “Go on, Hawks. Make me pretty.”
“You’re already the most stunning menace I’ve ever met,” Hawks smiles, dipping down to press a kiss to Dabi’s forehead even as she slides the clasp through the pierced flesh. Dabi makes a noise and Hawks kisses her again, this time on the lips, as she pops the clasp into place.
“Shit,” Dabi breathes against her mouth, tears glittering at the corners of her eyes. “Okay, worse than cartilage for sure.”
“I’m sorry, love,” Hawks apologizes, sucking at Dabi’s bottom lip. “Do you want to-”
“I don’t want to wait,” Dabi grumbles. “Give me some credit, I’ve been stabbed before.”
Hawks’ guts twist a bit at the reminder of that long-ago battle, but she doesn’t let the memory ruin the mood.
“Understood,” she says instead. “Are you ready for the next one?”
“Yeah,” Dabi says, sucking in a bracing breath, staring down at her chest as Hawks positions the needle again. Her face is flushing even harder, but Hawks refrains from checking in again, lest she end up stabbed this time.
“Alright. Three, two -”
This time, she pushes the needle through before the final count, and Dabi’s eyes squeeze shut as her hips jerk beneath Hawks. There’s something familiar about that particular motion, though, and Hawks’ eyebrows arch even as Dabi’s eyes flutter back open, looking dazed.
“Did you just cum from me stabbing you?”
Dabi’s lips form a perfect moue of embarrassment, and Hawks laughs incredulously.
“Is this a kink I didn’t know about?” she asks, easing the remaining nipple ring into position while pulling the needle free. “I thought we’d explored everything under the sun?”
“If you hadn’t spent half an hour practically blowing my tits, maybe I wouldn’t have cum,” she defends, still flustered, shuddering as Hawks pops the clasp into place. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Neither am I,” Hawks admits, staring down at the two glittering rings dangling from Dabi’s swollen nipples. “They’re stunning, Dabi. The shade matches your eyes perfectly.”
Dabi lowers her gaze, taking in the sight of her new jewelry, a pretty blush dusting her cheeks. Hawks wants to kiss those cheeks until Dabi’s a spluttering mess, but refrains so she can hear the verdict.
“They’re really pretty, even if they’re gonna be a pain for a while,” Dabi says, peeking up at Hawks sweetly. “Thank you, Hawks. I’m looking forward to shamelessly distracting you from here on.”
“As if you don’t distract me daily already,” Hawks laughs. “But… speaking of ‘ from here on,’ I have something else for you.”
Mouth dry, heart thundering inside her chest, Hawks reaches across the bed to pick up the jewelry box Giran had packed for them. The one with the false bottom, hiding the item that promised, no matter how many times Hawks had to pause to address the tempests that life threw their way, she would always return to Dabi’s side.
“I asked Giran for one other pair of rings, when I sent the message to him,” Hawks admits, pulling the velvet tray from the box, revealing the wedding bands beneath. She plucks them from the box and holds one out to Dabi, who stares at it with an expression of surprise and hope that sets Hawks’ heart aflutter.
“No matter the storm, no matter the fight, I want you to know that I will come back to you,” Hawks vows. “I will support your dreams, I will spoil you rotten, and I will ravish you to your heart’s desire, until the seas take me or you decide you no longer want me. I am prepared to be tempted by you until the day I die. If you’ll have me?”
“I -” Dabi laughs wetly. “Of course I’ll marry you. I’m already yours in every way that matters, and I have no intention of letting you go, no matter how many times life tries to pry us apart.”
“Excellent,” Hawks says in a choked voice as she lifts Dabi’s scarred wrist and slips one of the wedding bands over her ring finger. It shimmers in the afternoon light, the gold band studded with diamonds, sapphires, and rubies, and Hawks’ heart swells at the sight, knowing that no powers on earth could tear her from Dabi now.
“It’s perfect,” Dabi praises, her voice thick, catching Hawks’ attention. Her wife - wife!! - is staring at the band, tears pearling at the corners of her lovely eyes. Then Dabi looks up. “Can I put yours on you…?”
“Please,” Hawks says, handing Dabi the matching ring, trying not to let her hands shake too obviously as Dabi slips it over her finger like a promise.
“Wow,” Hawks says faintly, staring at their matching bands as reality sets in. She looks at Dabi. “We’re married now.”
“Yeah,” Dabi laughs, sitting up so she’s in Hawks’ face. “And you know what they say about marriage? It’s all about equality, or whatever. And if memory serves, only one of us has cum so far.”
Hawks laughs, letting Dabi bully her back onto the bed, her nipple rings sparkling at the tips of her gorgeous breasts while she traces her left hand down Hawks’ throat, the wedding band on full display.
“I fucking love you, you know that?” Hawks asks, heart impossibly full as Dabi smiles radiantly back down at her.
“I love you, too. And you’re never getting rid of me.”
Hawks beams.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”