<img alt="" src="http://i60.tinypic.com/2eb7ep3.png" style="float:left; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">She looked up at him, tilting her head in a ponderous fashion.  Never having seriously considered passaging via ship let alone manning one, she wasn’t sure what to make of the opportunity now that it presented itself.  Her act was lost on her as she stared at the helm.  It had to be simple enough - the boat could float all on its own, and there couldn’t be much trouble she could get into, least of all with him standing there.  His presence reminded her not only of his question, but pulled her out of her reverie enough to return her own.<br/><br/>Wide, smiling eyes met his and spread to the rest of her face.  “Yes.”<br/><br/>Somehow nervous now, Yvonne kept her stare on the wooden wheel. She spared him a glance with another smile, this one unintentionally less energetic, then moved toward the space he’d allotted her.  Her heels were quiet with her slow motions, which was all the better, not giving her distraction.  Reaching the object she lifted her hand with the slightest of hesitation, touching the smooth pine gently, and glimpsing up to see those patient greys on her all the while.  Her olives returned to the piece, intent on pretending her cheeks did not pinken.<br/><br/>“So what do I do, Captain?” asked the bashful angel.<br/><br/>He would step closer, she knew, and she would be glad her back was to him as her face deepened into red.  His words would have to be her comfort, her distraction, to focus on the mechanics of the task.  Details, procedures, terminology, whatever he intended to teach she would learn, if only for the sake of her own composure, enlightenment be damned.<br/></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><img alt="" src="http://i57.tinypic.com/s6ummo.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">As she smiled and responded with acceptance of his offer, Luciano felt glad that someone had sudden interest in what the man loved most about his job. Not even his crew were invited to lay hands on the wheel while he was present and able to manage that part of the duty himself despite the fact that the ones working in the command station next door knew well how to maneuver the ship. A small leak will sink a great ship and every member of the crew were taught well how to avoid such circumstances.  But sometimes, his special guests would find the offer quite flattering and honorable enough.<br/><br/>Something deep inside the man allowed for only one reaction, as the woman’s heels carried her to the wheel. He noted the hesitance in her hand movement before she touched the wooden object, but wanting to learn, she glanced up at him, seeking a bit of his wisdom in the matter as she asked him what to do next. While he could have moved to the side and explained the process of the task like a teacher helping a curious mind to learn, and while he could have given her enough space as to not make her feel uncomfortable, Luciano approached the female from behind with a blase self-assurance in the movements of his slow, yet bold steps.<br/><br/>“I’m glad you’ve asked. The direction of travel of the wheel at its apex corresponds to the direction of turn of the vessel. We’re about to change course in a minute, and you will be doing that.” He said, smiling to himself as he stared past her shoulders at the mahogany wheel. Their faces bathed in the brilliance of the sunset. Their forms now only a few inches apart. <br/><br/>It had taken him a lot of strength to keep his chest a few inches away from brushing up against her back, but even that could not kill the sudden fire that was sent roaring through his veins. He moistened his lips and lowered a brief gaze to the side of her neck and the man marveled at the way the female’s flesh found a refined luminosity in the sunset light. When time was right, he raised his left hand slowly in the air and almost covered hers with his. Instead, he placed it right next to hers. In a very low tone, Luciano spoke, eyes travelling from Yvonne’s neck to the wheel, and then to their hands. “And now you steer it left.” He let go of the wheel as he continued, putting his entire focus on the task at hand despite the titillating thoughts which threatened to consume his focus. “Keep the light pressure. Steer it left, seven more times. You will begin to feel the power beneath your fingers. You will know when the ship has finally responded to your command.” <br/></span>