Captain Remiel smiled lazily, his fingers fluttering like moths' wings across her lips.  "And so yeh should," he murmured.  "A proper society lady should be mindful o' her husband at all times."  He turned his palm, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek.  He moved it up, until his hand met her hairline, at which point he turned his hand yet again to lightly tease a few strands of the green hair, green as the seaweed in a hidden lagoon; then he moved his fingers back down her face, tracing her eyebrows, the jut of her cheekbone, the nape of her nose, the frame of her jaw.  He seemed entranced, hypnotized, as if examining a rare and precious gem.<br/><br/>"O' course, a pirate has no such limitations," he grinned, his eyes coming into sharp focus.  The hand pressed tightly against her cheek, fingers played, firmly pushing her head to the side, while he crouched, his other arm lifting the hem of her skirts, burrowing underneath, fishing through her smallclothes, dredging closer and closer to its prize--<br/><br/>He found it, his fingers sliding home within her nether lips, his thumb deftly lifting the clitoral hood and gently manipulating the tender pearl underneath.  He kept at it until her body reacted of its own accord, regardless of whether and how she protested with her mouth.<br/><br/>Finally, only after his finger was coated slick with her juices, did he relent, his arm pulling back out of her skirts.  He stuck the moistened fingers in his mouth, slurping loudly as he licked off her moisture from his digits.<br/><br/>"Yer body, it seems, is calling yeh a liar."  He winked.