Captain James Black entered the Inn and found Wyheree sitting at the bar with a glass of wine. He went up to her and laid his hands gently upon her shoulders. ?G?eve, lass! You ready for a pirate dinner aboard th? Sea Wolf? Our cook, Frypan, is cookin? up a storm!

She immediately put down her drink and they walked outside where a carriage wass waiting for them to take them from the Inn to the docks. Wyheree?s eyes were bright - she had not had the pleasure of a carriage ride in a very long time.

Captain James Black helped her into the carriage and climbs in next to her. The driver turns his head and gives her a smile, ?G'eve, ma'am. I be Turmoil. At least that's what they call me on th' Sea Wolf." He was a smallish man with a very round head, short cropped hair, and rosey cheeks.

Wyheree gave:a smile to the driver, ?A pleasure to meet you - I am known as Wyheree.?

The driver smiled and nodded, then turned to the horses and the carriage moves forward down the cobblestone streets. Wyheree laid her head on his shoulder, not speaking - simply enjoying his company and the wonderful ride. James Black?s arm slid around her. The lights had not yet come on, for the sun will still be up for another 45 minutes. The day was hot, but as they approach the docks a breeze makes it very pleasant. They finally roll along beside the boardwalk and Turmoil brings the carriage up to the pier that leads to the Sea Wolf. ?'Ere we are, Capt'n and Miss Wyheree....safe an' sound. You be havin' a good dinner now.?

?Thank you ? Turmoi,? Wyh said with a smile for the driver, and she again turned her silver eyes to the Captain - feeling a touch nervous all of a sudden.

Captain Black hopped down from the carriage with the ease of someone who has been climbing masts and ropes all his life. He held up his hands to Wyh and smiled, ?Let me help you down.?

Wyheree took his hands gratefully, then alighted next to him, not letting go of his hands. ?Thank you - it has been a very long time since I have traveled by carriage.?

Captain James Black held her hand, they walk out the pier, water on both sides, large cleats with heavy ropes are on the edges of the dock, seagulls fly around looking for handouts. They strolled slowly, enjoying the ending of daylight and the beginning of the evening. ?How do you usually travel, Wyheree??

?For short distances, I would travel on horseback. My keep is self-sufficient, so travel was not usually necessary. For longer travels,? she gave a soft sigh, ?I would phase myself to where I needed to be.?

Captain James Black looked at her and blinked, ?You "phase" yourself?? He looked confused, then smiled, ?There's a lot about you that I don't know. We're going to have a lot to talk about.?

Wyheree smiled, eyes shining, ?I look forward to learning more about you as well, Captain.?

?Thank you, my sweet, but I was thinking just the same thing.? He smiled and led her to the gunn'le railing at the stern. It was high enough for them to rest their forearms on, which he did. ?You get a fine view of the city from here.? He pointed to a couple strolling along the boardwalk. ?See that couple?? He leaned close to her and pointed them out and spoke softly, ?They walk here every night, and when they get to that lamp post, they always kiss.?

?Always?? She reached to twine her arms around his upper arm, leaning her head against his shoulder. ?That sounds a touch - dull, I would think.?

He looked at them, his lips close to her hair, his voice was soft, ?t could be. Of course, I guess it might depend upon who you're with. Now, with someone like you, I couldn't imagine it being dull to have a kiss at every lamp post every night of the year.? He took another sip of wine.

Palest pink colored her cheeks, and she lowered her eyes. ?You are teasing me yet again, Captain - like when we first met.?

?Teasing? I surely am not.? His face moved closer to hers and he whispered, ?I would never tease when it comes to kissing you.? His mouth came very close to her cheek, just brushing it. He whispered very softly, ?Wyheree...would you mind if.....?

?Here comes yer dinner!? Frypan approached with a tray of food. He had a helper carrying another tray. ?Yes, sir...Capt'n...Ma'am...yer goin' to be enjoying this!?

He pulled back from Wyheree and sighed. ?THANK you, Frypan...your timing is extraordinary.?

The color in her cheeks deepening to rose, she took a peek over the Captain's shoulder, curious as to what dinner will be.

?I guess that's our dinner call.? Another sigh and he walked her over to the table which now had a white table cloth, a candle in the center and plates were being laid out on it. Oil lamps hug from the rigging nearby, giving a soft glow to the table. Captain Black pulled out a chair and motioned for Wyh to have a seat. She took the offered seat - setting her glass on the table in order to help slide the chair back under the table. She studied the trays - wondering what sort of feast awaited them.

After helping her with her chair, he sat in his own, his glass set on the table. "I hope this is to your liking, sir!" Frypan said, looking rather proud of his masterpiece. He pulled off the covers off of the plates and the steam arose with a pleasant smell. There was a beautiful piece of salmon on each plate with a raspberry sauce on top and presented with a sprig of parsley on top. On the side were small white potatoes that had been baked in the same pan as the fish, giving them a brown and tasty outer layer. Several asparagus spears were laid out with a cream sauce made of milk, cheese, and bits of clam. Frypan refilled each glass with wine. "Enjoy, Capt'n...and missus. I hope you like it." Frypan bowed and left them alone, taking his helper lad with him.

Wyheree was most impressed by the meal - a surprise indeed. ?I would not thought such fare possible aboard ship - the meal looks exquisite!?

Captain James Black smiled, delighted that she was pleased. ?Frypan is not a bad cook. At one time he was the head cook in a fine restaurant in a city called London. One night, through no fault of his own, a town official choked on a piece of steak and died. Blame had to go somewhere and it went to the head cook. When I discovered Frypan, he was on the street, begging for a meal. He hadn't eaten in days. Quite ironic.?

Wyheree took up her knife and fork, and tried a small piece of the salmon - a smile lighting up her face. "?Not a bad cook? is a poor description - the kings in my realm do not eat so well.?

?You are too kind. But I must be truthful. Not all our meals on the Sea Wolf are this good. Frypan did some special shopping for this meal and I gave him the freedom to purchase what he needed. He also took a piece of the salmon, and was pleasantly surprised. ?Look over the city, Wyh.? The sun was setting and the sky was a beautiful red and purple. The brightest of star were just becoming visible. James looked at Wyh's hand, and wanted to reach across the table and take it into his.

She leaned into his chest, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek as it lay by hers. ?I love being here with you.?

He drank in her fragrance and the cool feel of her cheek in spite of the warmth of her body against his. He moved his lips from her cheek to her ear, feeling her hair against his face as he whispered, ?I noticed a look being given to me by a woman in the Inn this eve. She looked concerned for you. Is that a friend of yours??

She thought for a second and then smiled. ?That would be Charlotte, and she and her husband Brian are both dear friends. I have been staying with them while recovering from an altercation.?

?They looked concerned for your safety, but they needn't be.? He moved in front of her and looked down into her silver eyes as they cause the light of the street lamps. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. ?I would never hurt you.?

?I know - but someone else did, so they both worry whenever they see me with - anyone. The person who laid his hands on me ended up in the back alley wall because I blasted him there.? She lowered her eyes, afraid of his reaction.

Captain James Black cupped her cheek with his hand, ?If I were there, the person who did that would never have touched anyone again.? His mouth was closer to hers, he could feel her breath and he was sure she could feel his,

?I know that as well,? she replied, her breath soft, she closed that tiny gap, brushing her lips against his.

He felt her lips upon his, and his heart pounded with anticipation. He moved his lips over hers as he whispered barely perceptible words, ?Wyheree...? his lips touched hers, ?I think...? soft touches of his lips to hers, ?I am really....? now he stopped trying to talk and he released himself to his desires, his strong arms wrapping around her, holding her to his body as his lips pressed against hers.

She released a soft hiss of breath, and she returned his kiss, her lips swiftly warming against his, her hands reaching up to catch in his hair, running her fingers through it.

After the kiss the Captain walked her home and bid her goodnight, hoping to see her again soon.

A Few Days Later

Captain Black had just given orders for Whiskey Jack and Pip to coil up some rope on the deck, other orders to Snakeskin to wash the deck where some fish were taken, others to Frypan regarding the dinner. Then he spoke to Governor to try to get more help in town. Then he went to the stern of the deck and looked over the lights of the city, wishing that he had the time to have gone to the inn. He wondered where Wyh was and what she's doing. He had one foot up on the side of the gunn'le, his forearm resting upon his knee. Taking a deep sigh, he realized that he's missing Wyheree. It was a strange feeling....to suddenly have someone to miss.

In the meantime, Wyheree walked quietly towards where the SeaWolf was moored, for the Inn was far too busy, and she longed for simple company. Her steps retraced the carriage ride from the other night. At last, she spied the fine ship, and stopped under a streetlight - the glow catching her simple dress of white and silver ? raising her head to scan the decks for the familiar silhouette of Captain Black, her silver eyes glowing in the light as she thought she saw him by the stern.

He was just about to turn away when a figure beneath a light caught his eye. He did a double take, and leaned over the rail. It was her! ?Wyh!!! Wyheree! Come! Over to the gangplank!?

Wyheree?s heart lightening at Captain Black?s greeting, and she made her way swiftly to the gangplank as he asked. ?Good evening, Captain!!?

He ran across the deck and down the gangplank, reaching it just as she arrived, taking her into his arms and spinning them both around in a circle. ?Wyh! I was just thinking of you! I was so upset that I had work to do here and couldn't get to the Inn tonight. All I did was picture you in the Inn with all those flirty and dangerous people.?

She held on tightly as he spun her about, her delight causing light sparkling ice crystals to spin and swirl around them. ?I was thinking of you as well - and I am so very glad to see you.? She leaned to whisper in his ear, ?The last flirty, dangerous person who bothered me got herself frozen to the couch. The Inn was very busy this evening, though - and I found myself wanting quieter company.?

Captain Black laughed heartily, ?Very resourceful, lass. No one ever accused me of being quiet, but I suppose that compared to an entire inn, I'm as peaceful as a library.?

Wyheree continued to hold him, her arms wrapped about his shoulders. ?May I visit with you for a little while, Captain??

He wrapped his arms around her as well. ?I guess you better, because I'm not letting you go for a very long time.? And, he walked her up the gangplank and down to his stateroom, her hand warm in his as they walked the narrow passage to the stateroom.

Some Days Later

Tonight had not been one of Wyheree?s better nights. She had joined in a fight not truly hers, one she did not understand, in order to help a dear friend and his lady, and she had suffered injuries to her head as a result. Captain Black had come to visit the Inn just after Wyheree staggered back inside from the alley, and after Icer tended to the nasty gash on the back of her head, James offered to let her recover aboard ship, and Wyheree gratefully accepted. He then lifted her up with ease, and carried her out the door to his carriage, and the carriage carried them both to the docks. It was already dark when they arrived, and the ship and boardwalk were lit with oil lamps. On board the ship could be heard hand organ and fiddle music.

He kept his arm around her, supporting her, slowly leading her up the gangplank, as she leaned against him, her eyes closed, breath still a touch faster than usual, very grateful for his support as she went with him on board the Sea Wolf.

James helped her down the stairs to that narrow hall, then slowly back to his stateroom, not saying much, but definitely concerned about her, that fact apparent in the way he looked at her. His strength steadied Wyheree as she walked the narrow corridor, for she was still stiff and sore even after the healing by Icer, whispering in his ear, ?Thank you James.? He smiled and whispered back, ?You're welcome, darlin'.?

He opened the door to his room, helped her inside and closed it again after asking for Pip to bring some drink and water to wash with. ?Let me help you to the bed, Wyh.?

Wyheree allowed herself to be steered to the bed, and settled upon it. ?I feel most foolish..?

He took the pillows out from under the quilt and put them behind her back, and leaned her back against them. ?Don't feel foolish, lass...you got into a fight. That's good practice for being a pirate,? giving her a pirate wink.

She smiled a little as she was made more comfortable. ?Usually I steer clear of such things, but - I felt I had to even the odds. Three evil people set upon my friend's lady - and though he is a fine swordsman, he has no proof against magic, and these were magical beings.?

James took her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kissed it, as he looked at her. ?Ye did well, darlin'. Let me help you get comfortable,? as he pulled her shoes off her feet. ?This is a great bed to get well in....big and comfortable.?

Wyheree sighed as she snuggled into the fluffy pillows. ?I believe I may be feeling better already, though I am so very sore and tired. I expended far too much energy today.?

The drink and water came and was set by the bed, then Pip left and closed the door behind him, leaving the two all alone. James took the washcloth and began to wash the effects of the fight from her face and forehead, softly speaking, ?You are very beautiful, Wyh.?

Wyheree closed her eyes, the water feeling wonderful on her skin. ?Now I know you are teasing me - I feel most awful.?

James smiled, ?I'm not teasing.? He wiped down her arms and hands, then dried all the places he had washed, then he poured her a tropical rum drink, holding it out to her with a smile. ?This will refresh you.?

She took the drink with a soft smile - tasted it - and her smile grew. ?This is a lovely drink - does it have a name?? She took another, larger sip, her silver eyes finally able to focus properly.

He grinned. ?It's called "Dead Man's Delight". It will revive even someone who has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.?

Wyheree laughed her rich laugh, her eyes dancing, as she took another sip. ?You say the strangest things, James - and I like that about you. I am feeling a touch - revived - I think?

He kept grinning, pouring one of the strong, tasty rum drinks for himself. ?Just keep drinking up and you'll be dancing on the deck!?

She took another sip, settling back into the pillows, smiling softly. ?No dancing tonight - I have danced enough, and I am far too comfortable to move.?

He stood up and opened the window over the bed and a few that were behind the map table to get some refreshing air into the room. The sound of music and drunken pirate singing came into the room. He came back and sat on the bed. ?You mind if I share the pillows with you??

Wyheree shifted over a touch to make room for him on the bed. ?Of course - they are your pillows after all.? She closed her eyes, as the breeze was lovely, and the air and the water were making her feel better.

James leaned back, sipping his drink, smiling, his eyes closing, whispering to her, ?I'm glad you're staying tonight.?

She slowly finished her lovely drink, using his shoulder for her pillow. ?I am glad as well - and I was never happier to see anyone than I was to see you this evening.?

He leaned his head on hers. ?I went there looking for you.?

She turned her sleepy silver eyes to him. ?I am so very glad you did, and I am sorry you had to see me in such a state.?

His eyes, dark as the blackness, looked into her silver ones, his voice soft, ?You always look beautiful to me, Wyh. But I was very glad I was there to help out.?

Wyheree ran her fingers through his dark long hair, taking special delight in smoothing it away from his face, her eyes never leaving his, until she fell asleep in the safety of his arms. James held her close for a long while, watching her sleep, then he carefully rose, tucked one of his quilts around her, and quietly left to sleep in the crew?s quarters.

After a few hours, Wyheree awoke, startled by the strange surroundings ? but then she calmed down as she remembered what had happened, and how wonderful James had been to her when she was hurt. Feeling better, she quietly slipped off the Sea Wolf, intending to return in the morning.

She moved closer to him, her arm around him as well. ?I am glad to be here - and glad you went looking for me last night.?

He smiled, "Me too. You know, Wyh, I really don't like it when we are not together. I do find that I miss you severely." She lowered her head slightly, nuzzling against his shoulder. ?I am finding I miss you as well - and I am loathe to leave you when we are together.?

He finished his breakfast and poured a mug of coffee for them both. "I was wondering if there was a way that we could...see more of each other. Maybe even being together at night."

She set aside her plate, and took up the mug, her hands making the coffee within like a slushie. ?I would like that as well..?

He couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. "Then you'd be willing to have me sleep at Brian's and Charlotte's?? She thought for a moment, then she shook her head. ?There is too much conflict there - so much trouble always follows them.? Her voice lowered to a whisper, ?Perhaps - I could stay here??

"Hmmm....?" He pretended to think. Actually, he was just teasing about staying with Brian and Charlotte, but he wasn't going to let on. "Well, perhaps we could." His finger went to his chin in mock thought. "Problem is, I don't have enough hammocks in the crew quarters. Hmmm.." He 'thought' some more. "You know, my bed is fairly large. Do you think you might be willing to stay with me in my stateroom?"

Wyheree thought for a moment, a soft smile for his teasing on her face, then, she nodded. ?If you do not mind sharing such a comfortable bed - and as long as your crew will not mind my presence.?

He put a kiss upon her sweet lips. "My crew has already been asking me when you'd become a crew member. I think they'll be delighted." His hand cupped her cheek. "Besides, you'd make me a very happy man."

She kissed him back, her lips warming, ?You have already made me very happy.? She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes as she nuzzled her cheek against him.

James leaned in and kissed her again. This time the kiss was not quick to end. His mouth opened upon hers and he kissed her slowly, deeply, sensuously - not the kiss of lust, but the kiss that lovers share in their most intimate times. She returned his kiss with all her sweetness, her fingers reaching up to tangle in his dark, soft hair. He leaned back against the gunn'le and pulled Wyh against him, nestling her in his strong arms, and quickly returned to the sweet kisses of no little passion and desire. His fingers combed through her hair and held the back of her head as he kissed her, making her feel as if she would melt into him.

For the first time in his life he cursed that it was still morning, for he had a great desire to take her to bed at once. Yet, a pirate's life was not an easy one and he had a ship and crew to captain. When the kiss finally broke he looked into those silver eyes and asked softly, "Do you have belongings that need to be brought here, darlin'?"

She smiled as she shook her head. ?I travel very lightly - most of what I have I keep with me in my skirt's waist pocket - it is enchanted to hold many things. I require very little in the way of space, though I would ask your permission to peruse your maps.?

"You can use my maps in whatever way you want. And, the good thing about a pirate ship is that one can always find the finest of silks and materials, leathers, and jewelry to adorn your beauty in whatever way you want." She smiled up at him, ?I think I will like it on board very much. Thank you.?

He placed another kiss upon her lips and whispered, "I can't wait for the sun to set on this day." She gave a little shiver at his words. ?Neither can I, James.?

He sighed and stood and offered her his hand. "The day is waiting for us, lass. Work to be done!" Taking his hand, she stood steady on the deck, brushing his cheek with a kiss. ?I will return this evening - I feel I must leave word with Brian and Charlotte as to where I will be - otherwise they will worry.?

"I'll walk with you as far as the boardwalk, love." He took her hand and they walked slowly toward the main deck and the gangplank. "Do you think they'll be upset?"

?Perhaps - but it matters little. I have imposed on their kindness far too long, and I feel happiest when I am with you.? They walked down the pier and onto the Boardwalk. "That's when I'm happiest also, Wyh. It's when I'm with you." He kissed her once more and smiled. "You'll be back here before dinner?" She kissed him back, then nodded, smiling her brightest smile. ?I will.?

James smiled and waved, "Be careful...and hurry back!" Wyheree waved and blew him a kiss as she set off down the boardwalk, floating on air.

He closed the door and locked it, opened the windows, and lit a lamp near the bed. He looked at Wyh and smiled, "Our first night sharing this bed."

She gave him a little smile. ?Would this not be our second night to share the bed?? Sliding her slippers off, she moved barefoot over to the large comfortable bed.

"Well, I suppose, technically, but then I moved to the hammock in the crew's quarters. No way I'm moving tonight." He smiled and pulled off his boots and socks.

?I would not wish you to.? She curled up on the bed, her back resting against those soft fluffy pillows.

He unlaced his cuffs and the tie at the chest and took off his shirt and hung it up. He then poured two glasses of a peach brandy and handed one to Wyh. "This is quite good for not being rum." She swirled the liquid in her glass, then smiled as she tasted it. ?You have the loveliest beverages here - and the softest pillows.?

He looked at her as she cuddled up on the bed, taking a long drink of his brandy as he watched her over the rim of his glass. "Aye, we have a better selection than most inns." He reached down and loosened his belt, his pants opened slightly, accenting the "six-pack" that was already visible. Wyheree?s eyes moved appreciatively over his body - color rising again in her cheeks ? for he was so terribly handsome, taking another sip of brandy as she watched him make himself comfortable.

He removed his outer pants and hung them on a peg, then came up on the bed with Wyh. The cool sea air was so refreshing and clean, and it felt good on his bare chest. He laid on his side on one elbow and looked at Wyh and sipped more of his drink, as she shyly looked at him, sipping her own brandy, moving closer to use his shoulder as a pillow.

He finished his drink and set the glass down on the table near the bed and turned his attention back to Wyh. His hand moved over her leg and his dark eyes watch as the fabric moves upon her beautiful flesh. He slowly moved his hand up over her thigh and hip, examining the beautiful curves of her body. He whispered, "You are a very fine woman, Wyh....very fine and very beautiful."

She shivered as her body warmed through the skirt where his hand moved, his touch near heavenly, and her breathing began to quicken. ?As are you James... very beautiful,? as she sprinkled kisses on his shoulder.

His hand moves over her shoulder and back down, feeling the soft flowing landscape of her body, his hand again moving down to her leg, feeling her calf...moving slowly up, this time inside her skirt, making her shiver, her own fingers reaching around to trail up his bare spine, as she laid little kisses on his chest.

He took her glass from her and set it down, then leaned her back until she was on her back in the bad, nested in the crook of his one arm. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply with his long black hair falling around them, her need and desire for him pouring into her kisses as she caught his hair with her hands, running her fingers through it, as little whimpers caught in her throat.

The Next Glorious Morning

The work along the docks began early each morn as fishing ships headed off to sea and produce was loaded and unloaded. The sounds of people talking and the smells of breakfast cooking wafted through the open windows. Sea gulls complained and begged for food, and James opened an eye and stretched, feeling Wyh against his body.

Wyheree stirred, moving closer to James as she opened her eyes, smiling to see that he was not a dream - he was really here with her. She nuzzled into his chest. ?Good morning, dearest.?

He looked into her eyes and slowly caressed her face with his hand, combing his fingers back though her hair over and over. He smiled and placed a kiss upon her lips. "G'morn, my love. Did you sleep well?"

She brushed his lips with hers, a sleepy smile on her face as her eyes flickered open, shivering as he played his fingers through her hair. ?I did indeed - very well.?

He wanted to make love with her again, but thought that perhaps they had already overslept. ?Would you like breakfast, darlin'?? She stretched up to kiss his shoulder. ?That sounds lovely, dearest. What is on the menu this morning??

He just held her close. ?My guess is the usual - eggs, sausage, fruit, coffee and bread.?

She thought, continuing to nuzzle his shoulder with her cheek, not really wanting to get up yet. ?Some of each would be nice, I think.?

He smiled and kissed her nose. ?I'll get it for us. You already know that the head is right over there.? He pointed to the bathroom door on the opposite side of the room - one of the advantages of being the captain.

She smiled up at him, her silver eyes sparkling. ?Hurry back.? She then slowly sat up, throwing the covers off of her, and made her way nude to the head, her eyes continuing to sparkle as she walked across the stateroom.

He watched her walking to the bathroom and bit his lip. If he didn?t get dressed and out of here quick, he wouldn't be out of his room for a long time. He put on pants that had a drawstring for a belt and left the room, calling out, "I'll be right back!"

Wyheree nodded to show she heard him, then stepped into the head, considering what sort of dress to weave for herself. Thinking, her eyes glowed, and a swirling mist surrounded her, and when it cleared, she was wearing a striking dress seemingly made of lace, the effect like snowflakes scattered over her body, modestly clustered over her breasts, the full skirt seeming to be snowflakes layered over silver.

It was not long before James came back with a tray of food. He closed the door behind him and looked for the woman he loved. "Wyh? I've got breakfast."

She peeked out of the head at his voice, and then stepped out into the stateroom, the lace of the dress catching the sunlight and sparkling like her eyes. ?And what did you bring, James??

He looked at her and nearly dropped the tray - she was so gorgeous. "I was bringing....you...." he was breathless, "breakfast in bed. But you're dressed. Boy, are ye dressed!"

She spun about, showing the dress to its full effect, then moved to sit back on the bed. ?I am very happy today, and wanted to show you how happy. It is a little magic I am fond of using.?

He swallowed and made an expression to show how pleased he was with her looks. "Lass, you go out of this room like that an' I won't get a stitch of work out of my crew. You know that, right?" He laughed. "Here's breakfast in bed, but I would hate to see that dress get messed up with food."

?Do not worry - I can change it before I leave your stateroom.? Laughing, she looked over to see what James has brought for her.

There were peaches and bananas, two plates of scrambled eggs, sausage and toast and two cups of coffee on the tray. "I hope this will be okay," he said as he set the tray down and picked up a peach. He took a bite of the ripe peach, a bit of juice ran down his chin. He sat on the bed and held the peach to her lips. She took a bite, giggling as she raised a hand to catch the juice at the corners of her mouth.

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, his tongue moving over the finger that had touched the juice, then he took her finger and drew it deeper into his mouth, his tongue moving around it. She closed her eyes, shivering as his tongue finds every last drop of peach juice, then she leaned in to whisper in his ear, ?If you continue that, we will never leave this room.?

He just ignored her and sucked a second finger into his mouth, his tongue moving down to the sensitive area between the fingers as he sucked them in and out of his mouth, looking into her silver eyes, her breath catching in her throat - his tongue magical - and she twined the fingers of her free hand into his hair, running their coolness along the side of his head just behind his ear.

He let her delicious fingers slip from his lips and smiled. "There's more breakfast for us, but you can't eat it with that dress on. It's just not allowed,? waggling his eyebrows at her.

The Surprises

After leaving the Inn, Wyheree made her way swiftly down the street ? returning to the Sea Wolf. Before she reached the gangplank, her silver eyes swept the decks, looking to see if James was there, or if he was below in their stateroom.

James had been below deck, showering in the small head off his stateroom. He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another towel. He had brushed his teeth and was smelling really, really good. The day was finally starting to cool off and it felt good against his bare chest.

Not seeing him on deck, she headed up the gangplank, down the narrow corridor, and back to their stateroom at the stern of the ship. She knocked softly before turning the knob and opening the door.

James stepped out of the head and saw Wyh. "Oh..Wyh! Ye got here earlier than I expected. I'll be right with ye, lass. Jus' 'ave t' get dressed." He went to the closet and pulled out a shirt and clean pants.

She closed the door, then moved quickly to wrap her arms around his bare chest. ?I could wait no longer for my surprise.?

James laughed. "So you want your surprise? Well, I happen to have two of them now. You sure you want to see them?" She nodded ? her silver eyes sparkling. ?I love surprises!?

He smiled down upon her. "Ye keep holdin' me like this an' ye be get a surprise I wasn't planning on - at least not before dinner." He gave his lovely lady a wink.

She smiled at his words, brushing her lips against his, then she stepped back so he could dress.

Instead of dressing, he goes to the closet and pulls out a big box and sets it on the map table. "If ye be sailin' upon th' Sea Wolf, ye 'ave t' look like a pirate, love. Open th' box and see if it fits."

She quickly opened the box - curiosity overwhelming her - wondering what "it" could be.

James dropped his towel and pulled on his trousers as Wyh opened her box. He watched her open it, trying to discern if she will like what?s in it.
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The box opened, and she was very excited - her eyes danced as she pulled a fitted jacket out and holds it up to herself - the royal blue a contrast to her pale skin, silver braid decorating the lapels and cuffs. ?I love it - thank you dearest!?

"Well, try it on. I want to see how it fits." He brought out another box with boots and hat and set them on the table.

wyheree: ::peeks in the first box to see if she missed anything - the jacket is so very pretty ? and finds a pair of black breeches, and a cream colored blouse. Shyly, she changed into the complete outfit, then smiled and modeled it for him. ?It fits perfectly!?

By now he is dressed in his black pants, a light cotton shirt of black, and his boots are on. He looked at her with his hands upon his hips, admiring a masterpiece. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Okay - the other box!"

She took the hat, and placed it on her head, then her eye widened as she saw the boots, for she had only seen such boots on other people - she had never worn anything like them before. ?How do I get these on??

He laughed and moved to her and took the boots. "Go sit on the bed." When she was seated he took each boot and pulled it up her shapely leg. He then stood and looked at her. "Lass, ye are th' best lookin' pirate I've e'er seen!"

Once she saw how easily the boots went on, Wyheree stood and walked around James - everything about the outfit was comfortable, and she then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly, lingering over his lips, finally breaking the kiss to turn her silver eyes to his near-black ones. ?So now I am a proper pirate??

He kissed her back, totally turned on by the gorgeous pirate in his arms. "Aye, lass...ye are th' most proper pirate these dark eyes 'ave e'er seen. An' now that ye are a pirate, I 'ave somethin' more t' show ye. A second surprise." He walked to the map rack and pulled out a special one. He cleared the box off the table with a sweep of his arm and then rolled out the map. "Here's where we be goin', love."

Her eyes sparkled as she pored over the map, tracing the route from north to south, her excitement building. ?Where exactly??

His finger went directly to the harbor known as Barrett's Bay. "Here's the pirate capital of th' world, lass. We'll be goin' there an' staying at the Dockside Inn."

She traced the route down and around to the harbor. ?This trip is for information as to where best to sail, correct??

He grinned, "Aye, that amongst other things, lass".

?What other things?? Curiosity was welling up within her.

He smiled and touched her chin, "A secret, love."

She gave him her prettiest pout. ?Am I allowed a hint??

"There's a certain pirate that sole something from me. I want to pay him a little visit."

She nodded, brushing her lips against his cheek. ?Understood, dearest.?

"I think I'd like t' bring ye t' a restaurant in town this eve. I want t' show ye off!"

She kissed him full on the lips, her mouth soft against his. ?I would love that!?

"An' after dinner, I want t' bring ye back 'ere and ravish ye all night. Is that okay?"

Laughing, she trailed her icy crystals all about her pirate. ?It is perfect, my dearest.?

The evening was well spent, dinner out on the town, and a walk on the Boardwalk after ? kissing under every streetlamp.