The sight of the wheel teetering on its tether would have set his teeth on edge normally. It was barely a point one way, a point the other, but he had the sailor's pride in staying on course. Now, though, its soft creak was simply more ambient sound, background noise to Sarah's sighs and the rustle of her dress. Coop smiled down at her and let his hands drift from her shoulders to her forehead, smoothing her hair aside.<br/><br/>"Navy life," he said with a shrug. "Not the thrill they make it out to be." He shuffled a bit to settle Sarah more securely against him. Not nearly the thrill this was, anyway. He traced the outline of Sarah's cheek, her jaw, let the tip of his thumb brush her lips before he wandered on down the curve of her neck. "As for us having a sea adventure ..."<br/><br/>No surprise where that had taken his mind. He managed to bite down a suggestive smirk as he scanned the waves around them, watching for obstacles. Past time he paid attention to steering them, he knew, but it was so hard to tear himself away from her. "Well, I figure we want to steer clear of the monsters and hurricanes kind. And any other ..." He caressed his way down Sarah's arms, allowing himself a light brush along the sides of her breasts before his hands came to rest at her elbows. "I would have had to rent something with a cabin for that."