<i><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Switch Maltrese</span></span>​</div></i><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: center">Switch barely stifled her laugh, but a small chuckle still escaped at his question. Why was he asking her of all people? The only virgin on the ship? It just seemed so silly and funny. She adjusted her hat a little bit before she looked over at him with a shrug. Standing to her full height, she laced her fingers behind her head and stared out at the sky ocean before answering him with a shrug.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"You shouldn't be asking me. I wouldn't know of such matters."</span><br/>
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Glancing his way, her eyes were sparkling with mirth but also with truth. She really didn't know of such things- seeing and reading about it was different than experiencing it. She didn't really know for sure and she wasn't planning on finding out anytime soon. Before she could stop herself, she gave him a tiny grin.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"Nice bruise."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500"><i>"Yes, you can."</i></span><br/>
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His mind answered, practically coming undone from the fire that blazed up between them from her passion. He hadn't expected her to give in so deeply and readily and it had taken him off-guard for just a minute. But he answered her need with his own, pulling her hair down from its usual up-do so he could fist the strands and feel the silk between his fingers. He loved that she was pulling on his hair and the groan she made- so soft and needy- went straight to his erection that she was so eagerly pressing against. He felt like he could just come in his pants right then. But he had more restraint than that.<br/>
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He was much stronger than she might have predicted because he soon had her lifted up as he stood, using his free hand to force her legs around his waist before he pressed her back into her mattress. He thought for a moment that it would be so much simpler if he wore a regular shirt like the other men on the ship, but he wasn't a regular man. Still, he leaned back to remove his top layer of armor, hearing it <i>thunk</i> heavily against the floor. But now he didn't worry about her cutting herself on the spikes. He had a thick leather shirt on underneath that highlighted his muscles and a shirt that went underneath it that protected his skin, but it was enough. He couldn't go too far with his charge even if he wanted to. Using the leverage he had on her hair, he pulled just a little bit to get her head to tilt back so he could kiss and nibble on her throat, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin like ambrosia. He was already addicted.<br/>
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