Slippery Soap

As Wyh washed his hair, he took the soap and started running it over her back, working up a lather. His hands reached down to her bottom, running his soapy hands over her, feeling her body and what she was doing to his hair. He was getting aroused and thought he'd like to have every shower this way. "I love you, Wyh. Thank you for saving me." He meant that in more ways than one.

She kissed him again, and the feel of his hands on her back and bottom were working magic on her as she continued to run her fingers over and through his hair. "I love you James. I had to get you back, you are my heart."

He took the shampoo and began to wash her hair as she washed his. His fingers lathered the soap and massaged her scalp as his lips rested against her forehead. His voice was a whisper, "When I thought I was minutes from dying, all I could do was think of you. I would have died happy because of that, Wyh."

She ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck to his back, massaging the soap to clean the jail away, her eyes misting with tears. "I was so afraid we would be too late. I could not bear the thought of losing you." Her eyes closed as he washed her hair, his fingers light and teasing, and the tears ran in silver trails down her cheeks.

He loved her so much. There was so much he wanted to tell her, and one thing he wanted to ask her - but the shower, while it might be unique, was not the proper place for such a question. When he finished her hair, his hands moved to move over her front. He lathered her up as the water fell over their bodies. "You will never lose me, Wyh. You are stuck with me forever, I'm afraid."

A whimper caught in her throat as his soapy hands ran over her, and she ran her hands down his back, lathering up his spine, working her fingers into his lower back just above his bottom. "Forever - I love the sound of that word. I love you so much."

He smiled at her words and brought his mouth to hers. His mouth opened on hers and he kissed her deeply while pulling her tighter against his body. As they kissed, his took the soap and brought it down between their bodies and he began washing from the waist down. His tongue moved over her lips and teeth, and then moved over the inner parts of her mouth as the hot water sprayed down upon their bodies, soaking them.

Her tongue danced and moved with his as she kissed him, her hands moving up his back to again sink into his wet soapy hair, her desire for him very plain as he washed her. Mist swirled about them as the water poured over their bodies, though it was not as thick as before - for her body was warm from the shower and from his caresses.

He left the soap pressed between their stomachs and slowly ended the kiss. "Okay," he whispered, "I think we can wash by just moving our bodies together, but we can't let the soap drop, okay." He winked and began to move his stomach against her in a slow "belly dance", the soap remaining between then. "Don't let the soap drop," he teased. "There's not much room in this shower stall to be able to safely retrieve it," he added with a smirk.

She mirrored his moves as best as she could - the feel of the soap between them was so different and thrilling. Every time he brushed against her it felt like fire on her skin, and she wanted him so badly she got distracted, and the soap slipped from between their bodies and fell to the shower floor. She looked up at him with a grin. "Since I dropped it, I should retrieve it, correct?"

He heard the sound of the soap hitting the shower floor, and he gave her that "how could you let it fall" look, shrugged, and nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid so, my love. Those are the rules. You have to get the soap even though we have so little room in this shower. I know it's going to be difficult."

"I am sorry - you are so very distracting." She kissed him, running her tongue over his lips, then slowly lowered herself down to reach the fallen bar of soap, kissing his neck, then raining kisses on his chest, kissing his stomach as she squatted down in front of him, reaching for the soap as she softly kissed his lower abdomen below his navel.

"Did you find it, my love? I know it can be difficult in this small shower." He loved this woman so much. He couldn't even imagine a future without her being in it.

Wyh kissed his stomach again, as low on his abdomen as she could go and still be on his stomach, then turned her silver eyes to him, all the love she had for him shining in their depths. "It keeps getting away from me, my dearest. I cannot seem to grip it properly."

He smiled down on her, "Keep trying my love. I know it's down there somewhere." He wanted her so much. He wanted her in every way, and he was determined to make that happen tonight.

A Royal Proposal

He had planned this from the beginning of the trip, but not for this time or place. He could not wait any longer. He moved up to a sitting position and pulled her up to sit with him. He took a quilt from the bottom of the bed and wrapped it around them. He looked at her and smiled. "I don't need to tell you that the life of a pirate can be dangerous and even deadly. You've seen it first hand."

She nodded. "Yes I have. But- I did say I wished to come with you, and face challenges together."

He pulled the quilt more tightly around her at the neck and looked into those amazing eyes. "Wyh, I want us to face all challenges today - the great and the small, all the things that life might bring. I had never thought that I'd ever find a woman whom I'd want to devote my entire life to, but I have. And she is right here in this quilt with me." He smiled and tilted his head with a bit of a shrug. "Wyh, I love you with all my heart, and if you would agree to be my wife, I can promise you that I'll never stop loving you and I'll forever be faithful. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

She gazed deeply into his dark eyes, tears welling in her silver ones. "James, I never thought I would love anyone the way I love you. I cannot imagine ever spending a moment without you. I love you very much and more, and yes - it would make the happiest woman in all the realms to be your wife."

The smile spread across his face and his eyes shone brilliantly for being so dark. He took her face in his hands and just gazed into her silver orbs, "I love you! I LOVE YOU! And you have made me the happiest man in all the realms, so we are indeed a perfect match!" He pulled her into a kiss that was the kiss of lovers - slow, deep, lasting, all encompassing.

She wrapped her arms around him as they kissed, holding him, never letting him go, as tears of joy trailed down her cheeks. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever know a love like his, or hear those three magic words spoken just for her. For him to ask to marry her - that was something she never dared wish for, and it came true. She kissed him with everything she felt in her heart for him - every bit of passion, and every bit of love.

To the Island of Treasure

The two pirates awoke in each other's arms, both needing to make sure that the previous night was not just a wonderful dream. James reached for Wyh's hand and felt the ring there, and then she also felt it and gazed upon it. They were really engaged to be married, and they couldn't be happier.

They expressed there love for one another in the morning's first light, and in the way that lovers have always used the morning hours; and after they had made love, they had breakfast and went on the main deck to give orders to the crew and to navigate the ship to the island where Willie Redbeard said that the treasure was buried.

The winds were against them but the made the best time possible by keeping close to the shore. They past by several merchant ships that would have been tempting at any other time, but with a hold full of treasure and their desire to get to the island, they never raised the jolly roger.

They sailed throughout the day and reached the island just as the sun was setting. The Sea Wolf dropped anchor off the coast, and the sun was barely over the horizon when the row boats were lowered and heading for shore. Wyh and Captain Black were in the first rowboat, standing at the bow of the little boat while several others rowed.

His arm was around the woman he'd soon marry when he said, "I've decided to have the crew dig for the treasure tonight, love; then we'll leave the island first thing in the morning. How do you feel about that?"

Wyheree snuggled back against James, her heart content. "I cannot wait to unload all the treasure and announce our engagement to the entire known realms. Will it take long to find?"

"No, love, not to find, but to dig up might take a while. Depends on how deep he buried it. Also, we're going t' need to build a fire to be able to see." The rowboats landed upon the short. James stepped into the water and held out his arms for Wyh. "I'll carry ye, lass."

Wyheree reached for James and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Thank you my dearest. How big of a fire would be needed?" A little fear touches her eyes.

"It will likely be a good sized fire, love." He could see the fear in her eyes. "We can keep to the fringes of the fire, but they'll need it t? see where they?re diggin?." He set her down on the sand and walked toward the trees. There were two palm trees that he was particularly interested in.

She followed James to the trees, remembering what Redbeard said. "Is there anything I may do to help you my dearest?"

The other pirates gathered around. James looked to Wyh and smiled. "In a minute, love."

He then went to a tree, put his back to it and began counting steps until he got to the opposite tree. He divided by two and retraced his steps until he was in the exact center of the trees. While he was doing that the crew was building a fire and putting dry palm branches on it. Soon it was a huge blaze.

"Right here, men. Start your diggin'! Soon we'll be even richer!"

James walked over to Wyh. "Tis a beautiful night on the beach, my love."