An Arrangement

Breathing hard, Edmund held Fira close as he relaxed. Absently, his hands stroked her hair and back as he listened to the sounds of the ship, searching for anything out of place. He found nothing out of place, however, and continued to relax, slowly drifting into a half-sleep, lulled by the familiar motion of the waves and the feel of Fira's body.

He awoke, startled for a minute as he tried to place what had woken him. 'Different sounds,' he realized. He'd fallen out of Fira while asleep, but she lay close to him, one arm and leg draped across him. He gently disengaged himself and stood up, pulling on clothing in the darkness before walking forward.

<Ah, you're awake. Good. Bosaso,> the Captain said with a gesture.

Even in the darkness Edmund could tell the harbor was busy. Lanterns hung from ships and docks sparkled on the water like so many stars in the sky and there was a quiet industry audible above the muted sounds of the ocean.

Edmund went back to the covered area and woke Fira, covering her in a makeshift robe of scrap sail-cloth. The Captain led them by torchlight through the dark streets, away from the harbor, until the reached a house that looked like any of the others packed together along the narrow streets.

A happy reunion became tearful as the Captain apparently related the events of the voyage to the gathered family members. One woman fled the room, weeping.

<My brother's wife,> the Captain explained a little sadly. <But come, we have a room for you.>

And they did. Children were chivvied out of bed and into another room to share with younger siblings and fresh sheets were put into place. Soon their hosts left them to themselves and Edmund stripped off his clothing and settled himself back into the bed.

"A few hours 'til daybreak, anyway," he said. "Might as well take what sleep we can get."
 
Fira was relieved to be in a family home. She felt safer in a place where the captain would keep his own children. She yawned and prepared to join Edmund in the bed.

Before she crawled into the bed a quick knock and an apologetic whisper came when she opened the door. It was a young girl, barely in her teens. One of the children who'd been shooed from the room for them. She held out a bundle of fabric Fira recognized as a wrapping the women often wore in these parts. It was a little threadbare but still held the vibrant colors of the purple and green dye used to make a lovely pattern onto it. <Mother was going to use this for scraps. It is old but you are in need of clothing. This will do until you can buy some clothes of your own?> asked the girl, shyly looking over Fira's shoulder to observe the strange man in the bed behind her.

Fira nodded, <Yes, thank you. Tell your mother I said thanks too.>

<Yes, I will. You keep that. Good night.> said the girl, eager to get away from theh strangers and find her place to huddle and sleep with her siblings.

Fira closed the door and held up te cloth to her body to admire it and see how it would fit. "Very kind. I hope we can repay their kindness." she said as she put the dress down and crawled into the low bed.
 
Edmund rolled over onto his back to avoid the morning sunlight that had awoken him. Fira shifted, unconsciously complaining about his movement and making herself comfortable against him again. He stroked her hair and lay in the bed, listening to the sounds of this new place, searching for anything that might be considered threatening. The sound of children playing went a long way to easing his ingrained concerns and he began to consider their position.

'We've got the jewels and Axxum is Christian, so we can sell a few of those to re-equip. Bosaso isn't a major port so we're not going to get a good price. Well,' he allowed, 'not a great price. We'll need clothing, maybe weapons... Mostly we just need to rest. I'm exhausted, Fira must be even more so.'

He looked over at Fira and noted how ragged she looked. Her skin was sunburned, scratched, and bruised. Her hair was a mess. Even with the baths they both smelled of coffee and fish. Despite all this he felt his cock stiffening and grinned. Carefully he slipped his hand down her belly until it was between her thighs and nestled amidst her soft pubic thatch. With a wicked, anticipatory grin plastered to his face he began to softly stroke around the hood of her pearl while his gleaming eyes watched Fira's face.
 
She barely opened her eyes, blinking against the sunlight as she smirked and then groaned, "I'm still sleeping, dammit." but a part of her loved how he felt so comfortable with her that he wanted her even as she slept. She knew she would wake up for him if he persisted, and despite her brain trying desperately to fall back into her blessed dreamstate, her body was awakening.
 
"If you were truly asleep," he pointed out reasonably, "then you wouldn't be able to complain. Besides," he added as his fingers slipped between the soft petals of her flower and caressed the folds, "I want to hear you gasping with pleasure."

'Strange,' he thought to himself, 'that I want that as much for her as I do for me. Of course, I do want it for me. I want that warm feeling I get when she smiles or tries to breathe during orgasm, and I want that rush of power I feel in knowing that I've brought her to that point, that her body is dancing to my tune.'

He slipped a finger, briefly, inside her before returning his attention to her pearl, moving her hood up and down on it.
 
"Mmmmmm...too logical for this early in the day."she complained with her eyes closed and a smile spreading across her face as she negated her own complaining by moving a little closer to his hand as it worked. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Edmund, "But, I love how you flatter me to get what you want. You'd make an excellent whore, y'know." she joked, rising up onto her elbows to kiss him.
 
Edmund leaned down a little kiss Fira, softly pushing the tip of his tongue between her lips and giving her a taste of the insistent lust he felt. His fingers continued to play between her legs, encouraged by her soft movements they moved more boldly now.

"Flattery is a form of lying I never much mastered," he told her. "The simple truth in this case. Show me your pleasure, Fira; I am determined to draw it forth and admire it like a fine jewel."
 
"I have never come across a man who cares so much about my pleasure." cooed Fira, leaning back to let his fingers play their symphony on her sex, her changing breathing and occasional sighs punctuated by moans as he worked his magic and her nectar began to flow.
 
Edmund's fingers faltered for a moment. "Well... while it's quite true that I do care about your pleasure, Fira, that's not the whole story."

He resumed his attentions to Fira's sex as he sought for the right words. "The truth is, I also find a good deal of satisfaction in being the source of your pleasure. While I treasure your willing participation, I'd be almost as happy tying you up and forcing you to experience the same pleasure. Not," he admitted, "the most admirable of character traits."
 
She chuckled, "Although, if I trust my partner enough, being tied up and forced occasionally isn't all that bad." Fira said with a wicked smile. "It's a trust thing, though. It's not easy to find someone I trust enough to allow that."
 
Edmund brushed his fingertip directly across Fira's clitoris and watched to see how she reacted.
 
The direct contact to her pearl caused Fira's while body to shiver and she took a quick, gasping breath and looked down at her lover with a fiery heat in her eyes that told him she wanted him so badly he could do almost anything to her in this moment.
 
Edmund grinned wickedly and brushed the fingertip across her hard nubbin once again. As her body shook once more he again felt the thrill shoot through him; the joy of seeing her pleasure, the satisfaction of knowing he had caused it. "That's my girl," he praised her. "Are you going to cum on my hand? Of course you are," he answered his own question. "Cum for me, pretty Fira."
 
Her eyes closed again, head thrown back as she took the opportunity to simply enjoy Edmund's touch on her body, especially that sensitive clit of hers. He began talking dirty also and she knew if he kept this up she would definitely do as he suggested...her body was already feeling that familiar heat that usually led to her climaxes.
 
Edmund slid his finger across her clit as he inserted it into her. Placing his thumb firmly on top the button he began curling his finger inside her, stroking the walls of her sex. He lowered his head to hers, lips pressed against her ear as he whispered to her.

"That's my girl, making my hand so welcome. You're a very naughty girl, Fira, to enjoy this so much. It's a sin, you know. But I like that you enjoy it, that your hot body is mine to do with as I please. Tell me, Fira, how much are you enjoying this?"
 
"Mmmm, ' she moaned as she writhed in tandem with his strokes, "I do love it...I want it to be you and nobody else who pleases me this way." breathed Fira as her body responded to his every motion.
 
Edmund kissed Fira's ear and then laughed. "I shouldn't worry on that account, Fira. I'm far too jealous and possessive a man to share you with others. I'll keep you for my own so that only I can enjoy your wit and your hot body."

His hand continued to work as he spoke and he watched as her body moved more strongly with him, seductively writhing in the most intimate dance. His heart began to pound at the sight.
 
"But, is 'he' not feeling a little neglected?" asked Fira, reaching out to stroke Edmund's, half-erect cock playfully as she arched toward his still working hand, her body beginning it's trembling. "Ohhhh, ohhh, here it comes!" she whispered frantically as her orgasm came.
 
His hand could feel the trembling of her body that his eyes saw. "Yesss..." he said in satisfaction as she rode his hand to shuddering joy. He stroked and teased, softly drawing out her pleasure like a long note on a violin, until at last she collapsed back against the bed. He was tempted to continue, to take advantage of her sensitive state and bring her to another climax, but he desisted, withdrawing his hand and letting it simply lay upon her damp flesh. He nuzzled at her neck, softly at first, but then sucking hard enough to leave a mark of his affection upon her.

He pulled back to admire his handiwork as it blushed ever more deeply on her skin.

"Neglected?" he asked, picking up the earlier train of thought. "Not at all. Anytime he feels neglected he has his Fira to succor him."
 
"Anytime?" asked Fira, brooching the subject she was afraid to ask in case it ruined his enamore with her, "Anytime...always? For how long do you see yourself turning to me?" she asked, "...and me being for you alone?"
 
"You're not planning on running off, are you?" Edmund asked. "Only, we won't be able to maintain the husband wife cover if I have to chain you up to keep you from running. Though the idea has a certain attraction... Later, perhaps, when we get to Good Harbor and find a place to live. Frankly, Fira, you're always going to be for me alone and if you try to run off I will find you and chain you to our bed. So stop being so afraid I'm going to throw you away and start sucking on me," he finished and lay back upon the bed.
 
Fira smiled, her eyes sparkled momentarily with tears but she pushed them back and nodded her head, speechless for a proper response to hearing the best news she'd ever heard. She instead decided to take his suggestion and show him her gratitude. So, soon she had crawled down his body and begun to lavish his cock and balls with the attention she knew he would love. Finally, for the first time since her childhood she had met a man who didn't seem to want to use her as much as appreciate her and she was immensely grateful.
 
Edmund reached for the blanket and pulled it up to him, shoving it behind his head to lift him up. He smiled affectionately at Fira as he watched her work, enjoying the sight of her at least as much as the feel of her. "Hmmmm....." he breathed.
 
(OOC: Stuck for something interesting to write!!)

Fira smiled, though her mouth was too full and occuppied at the moment for a normal smile. She continued to lick and suck and swirl as he liked, enjoying the reactions she got from Edmund.
 
Edmund smiled at Fira, delighted with the sight she presented as she bobbed up and down on him. When her hands began to fondle him as well he groaned in delight.

"Oh, yes. Just like that, Fira, my lovely, lusty cocksucker. Good God that feels good!"

He reached his hands down to stroke her hair and cheeks, but carefully didn't interfere with her efforts; she knew what he liked. A moment later she proved the point by adding noise. Her moans and the rythymic 'schlup, schlup, schlup' of her mouth moving wetly on him set his heart racing and he felt his loins stirring.

OOC: I'm not. ;)
 
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