null was struggling to keep her father’s business open, after all in a sea port town most men didn’t believe that she could do any leather work at all. Then he came in, a pirate. Or was he an assassin, the robes he wore were like the ones her late father kept in a chest in the attic. It was obvious he had known her father the way he came strolling in and tossing the leather up on the counter. She stayed in the back a moment longer and soon he called out. “Aye Miles, you back there working or drinking?” As she came out of the back room, her father’s work apron hanging around her neck, the man, whom she could gather was not expecting to see her, raised his brows. She walked to the counter and looked up at him with her null eyes and coy smile.
“May I help you, sir?” He leaned on the counter and smiled at her as he gave her the once over.
“Is this some joke? Where’s Miles?” When her face fell, his followed suit and she didn’t need to answer. “When?”
“Just this past winter. He got sick and just couldn’t get better. I’m his daughter, null.” She then cleared her throat and blinked to chase away the tears before they could fall. She took a look at the leather bracers, and she saw where the repairs that needed to be made. “How long are you docked for? I could probably have these done by morning.” When she looked back up he was just staring at her and she blushed under his scrutiny.
“I can stay the night here, but I’d love to leave as soon as those are done. I have something important to do.” She nodded as she looked over his uniform again, noticing the small tears.
“Leave the coat as well, if it isn’t mended soon those tears will grow. And we can’t have an assassin running around with his robes in tatters.”
Edward looked down at his jacket and could see what she was referring to and he reluctantly began to shed his weapons so that he could leave them for repair as well.
“You’re sure it will be done by morning?” he asked as he laid his coat on the counter as well.
“I promise. My father taught me the importance of being prompt.” With that he began to pick up his weapons and just as he turned to leave she spoke up again. “And whom am I repairing these items for, sir?” He turned from the door and smirked as she spoke.
“Kenway, ma’am. But you can call me Edward.” She felt heat rush to her cheeks as he spoke and after he walked out the door she felt herself let out a breath she’d been holding.
She closed shop as the sun began to sink into the sea, but she remained behind in order to make good on her word. She made quick work of the coat and then focused on the bracers. She knew the importance of them and she sat and worked just as her father would have. She wanted to make him proud, and perhaps she wanted to impress Edward Kenway as well. She worked diligently through the evening, stopping only to eat a little before she pushed on. After several hours she was done and quite proud of her work. It was still two hours before dawn and instead of waiting, she boxed up the items for Mr. Kenway and she walked down to the harbor. There were still men and women about, most of them drunk and partaking in some rather taboo activities, although by the docks nothing was taboo. She walked down the docks until she heard the singing of a shanty and she smirked hearing a familiar tune. Her feet steadily carried her up the ramp onto the waiting ship while her stomach turned itself to knots. She was just about to step onboard when a tall dark man appeared in front of her.
“No one is allowed to just walk aboard The Jackdaw.” She took a deep breath and looked up into his dark brown eyes, praying her voice held.
“I have a p-package for Edward Kenway.” The man held his hand out for the box and he slid off the twine holding it shut, he opened it and looked inside. He almost seemed to smile before handing the box back to her.
“I’ll let the captain know you’re here.” She stood there and waited, smiling as she listened to the crew under deck singing away. The deep booming voice of the man who stopped her before scared her as he called out to her. “The captain will see you.”
She strode over to the open door that the man on deck was holding for her, and once inside he closed it behind her. Sitting at the desk was Edward; he seemed to be writing something important but when he heard the door shut he put his papers safely away in his desk drawer. He then looked up and smiled, standing up and revealing his bare chest as he spoke to null.
“I don’t remember your father ever delivering my goods. And he would never have done so in the darkness of night.” He walked around the desk, now leaning against the front of it as he waited for null to hand him the box. Her thoughts were lost as she stood there and stared at his tattoos. Her eyes traveled across his torso until he cleared his throat. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as her eyes met his and she moved close enough to hand him the package. He opened the box and examined the leather bracers first, quite impressed by the quality of her work. He then pulled out the neatly folded robe and looked at her with brow raised.
“You washed it as well?” She smiled as she nodded, taking it from him and helping him put it on.
“Aye. No proper captain should be seen in a blood stained coat.” He turned to look at her after his arms and shoulders slid into place under the fabric, but her eyes were busy looking at the buttons her nimble fingers were fastening. He smelled of sea and booze and it was completely intoxicating to her. She found herself stepping closer to him as she finished buttoning his coat, looking up at his lips. He watched as her tongue slid across her own lips and he felt her undoing the buttons she had just done. Her hands had finally finished with his buttons and he felt her cold hands slid up his bare chest under his coat. He set his jaw as the smell of jasmine invaded his nostrils and he watched as she bit down in her own lip. “How much should I pay you, for all your work?” His voice was a harsh whisper and her eyes flicked up to his.
“I think we can work something out.” That was all the permission he needed as he grabbed her hips and pulled her around to sit her atop his desk. His lips crashed into hers as he shrugged his coat off, tossing it on the desk next to her. Her fingers traveled around his neck and tangled in his hair as she parted her lips so that their tongues could dance. His rough fingers started pulling at her dress, moving it up her legs until he could feel her bare flesh. She shivered as his calloused fingers continued under the fabric that covered her. His lips traveled to her neck so he could growl in her ear.
“You’re not wearing anything under your dress, love.” She turned, her lips now traveling his neck as she grinned against his flesh.
“Is that a problem, Captain?” The way she drew out the word captain spurred his desire, and he felt the front of his trousers grow tight. He pulled away from her and took a step back where he could look her over, his hands now completely pushing her dress up around her waist. She watched as a smirk tugged at his lips once he saw her vulnerable state. His tongue ran across his lips before he closed the space he’d created, then pulling her hips to the edge of the desk swiftly as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He began kissing and biting her thighs, eliciting moans and jumps from her as her back arched. She never needed something so badly as she needed his face between her legs than this moment. She could feel his hot breath against her dripping sex and she knew he was deliberately making her wait.
She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see him and found his blue eyes staring up at her, a smile on his lips. Then just as she was about to say something, he slid his tongue all along her slit, loving the gasp he heard from her. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she laid her head back and cursed through her teeth. His fingers gripped her hips as he began to slide his tongue through her folds. With his lips still against her, he hummed at her taste sending shockwaves through her. She began to rock her hips, needing more friction from him, and he decided he’d give her what she needed. His right hand slid from her hip so he could tease her further by sliding a finger into her pleasure as his tongue and lips found her clit.
“Fuck, Captain,” she moaned as she pulled at his hair, wanting him closer, deeper. She wanted his cock deep inside her, but her body was so focused on her now building release that she was chanting his praise. “God, yes, Edward. Don’t stop.”
He loved the way she said his name; it made him want to do everything he could so that he could hear it over and over again. He added a second finger into her sex as he began to slowly suck on her thrumming clit. Her hips rolled faster now, pushing hard against him as her moans grew longer and louder. His fingers pumped harder and when she began to pant he knew she was close to the edge. He curled his fingers inside her as his tongue flicked across her clit sending her over the edge. She cursed his name loudly as her body tensed under him, but he only slowed his assault on her body. He let her ride out the waves of her orgasm before he removed his mouth from her body. His lips began to travel up her body as his fingers remained inside her, slowly stroking her walls.
His lips reached her neck and only then did he withdraw his fingers despite her protests. She tried to capture his lips with hers but he stood up and took a step back. She watched him as he slowly tasted her on his fingers and the way his eyes closed and he hummed had her slick thighs getting wetter. He then undid his britches and pushed them off his hip, letting his erection spring free from the confines of his pants.
“How much more do I owe you, null?” She bit down on her lip at not only his words, but the sight of him stroking his length as he moved towards her.
“Just get over here and fuck me until I beg you to stop.” He smirked at her tone but he obliged as he nestled between her thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slit and she gasped at the feeling. He felt her push against him and he began to dip himself between her folds. He just teased her a few times, but soon she’d wrapped her legs around his hips and he pushed his head into her. She threw her head back as she whimpered his name and he hissed. He slowly sunk into her, both of them overwhelmed at the sensations. He was thick and spread her wide open, and to him she fit snugly around him heightening his sensitivity.
His head rolled back as he slowly began to pull in and out of her. He continued his leisurely pace, her name falling from his lips with each thrust. He leaned down over her and was met by her lips taking over his in a deep heated kiss. Her hands travelled up his arms as he held himself up. Soon he was buried deep within her and he leaned down on his elbows. He pulled from their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.
“God, love, I could get used to being inside you.” She hummed in agreement as she ran her finger through his hair. He leaned down and kissed her again; this time he pulled his hips back before snapping them back into her. His kiss swallowed her moan and he soon began to speed up his rhythm. Her hand began pulling at him, his hair then arms and finally his ass. As his tempo quickened so did their breathing, and now their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat. Her words were now only syllables with the exception of his name that she would moan out each time he hit that sweet spot within her walls. Her nails had begun raking down his back as she once again felt the coil of need tightening inside her, and his back was soon smeared with the blood she was drawing.
She lost all her senses as he slid a hand between them to strum on her sensitive clit, her orgasm coming like a lightning strike that blinded her. The feeling of her sex clamping down around him pushed him to the cliff, and his now chaotic thrust pulsated with his release. Streams of hot seed were spewed inside her and he soon collapsed over her. There he was met with intimate kisses and touches that made him yearn to take off with her still aboard his ship, so that he could have her like this any time he wanted.
After their hearts stopped racing they both began to clean up, and once Edward had helped her to her feet he gently pushed some sweat soaked hair off her cheek.
“Now, honestly, how much can I pay you for my coat and bracers?” She looked at his chest as she re-adjusted her dress.
“I said we would work something out Captain, and we did. You have no debt with me.” He stepped closer and rubbed her arms as he spoke.
“I know how hard business can be, don’t make any exceptions on my account.” She smiled up at him, seeing that he was genuinely concerned about her shop.
“Just promise me one day you’ll return and we can have another night together and that will be payment enough.”
“Aye, ‘tis a promise I intend to keep.” With that he kissed her deeply before she pulled away and excused herself, knowing he had somewhere to be.
Six weeks later she sat alone in the shop sewing dresses that she intended on selling to make some extra money when the door to her shop opened and closed. She hadn’t heard any footsteps, so she quietly stood up and reached for a small pistol that had once belonged to her father. As she left the back room she saw only a flower and note left on her counter and she became curious. She opened the note and found a simple message written on the inside.
I expect to see you in my cabin at dusk so I can make good on my promise.
Captain Kenway
With that she shut up the shop early and ran home to get ready for her evening.