...And another quick, furious blush suddenly sprang to her cheeks, as the Captain shifted to a different approach.  She tried to step away as he closed the distance between them, to open that distance back up again, but in the confines of the cabin, there were very few places she could retreat to, and before long, she was pressing back against the table, leaning back against it slightly, which had the unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, depending on how you viewed the scene,) side-effect of pushing her hips forwards slightly, towards the man.<br/><br/>"N-no, Captain... y-you don't."  She answered him.  And yet, a little thrill had gone down her spine, simply at feeling him touch her face.  Her lips were quivering slightly under his thumb.  "I... I am a married woman, sir...  And one who intends to remain faithful to her husband.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">...Even if he doesn't quite reach your level of skill at pleasing a woman...</span>A-anything else would be... improper."<br/><br/>Of course, she was lying.  The way her face was suddenly flushed, how her breath had quickened slightly, those signs would be easy enough for anyone to pick out.  She could hear her own heart beating rapidly, her pulse practically pounding in her ears, and though the many-layered outfit she wore was thick enough to obscure this fact, her nipples had hardened, sticking up like spear-tips beneath her dress.<br/><br/>As for his insinuations about what it was like between her legs...  Well, she wasn't even to the point of being able to admit this to herself, but her body was aching to be touched...  And it already knew from experience that the man before her would be more than happy to oblige.