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“Curly?”
Curly’s head turns, steps halting in their path out of the sleeping quarters. Anya’s peeking out of her room, looking flustered.
“Yes, what is it?” he asks, approaching her. She glances off to the side, face reddening, then silently motions for him to follow her into the room. He does, brows furrowed, and closes the door when she gestures.
“Well…” she begins, “I’m sorry if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with, but…the zipper of my jumpsuit is stuck. I can’t get it off by myself.”
“Oh, that’s rotten luck,” he comments, frowning. “I can help, yeah. What would you like me to do?”
“I just need you to hold the fabric together. I think if there’s some slack, I might be able to get it unstuck. So, just…” She uses her hands to tug the fabric together, giving the zipper slack as she mentioned. “Make sense?”
“Yeah,” he mutters, trying his best to not let his eyes flicker downwards. The way she’s pulling it makes it snag around her endowed breasts, which is quite distracting indeed. He already feels guilty enough for how often he thinks of them, and this is certainly not helping. Oh dear.
He clears his throat, then replaces her hands with his once she gestures for him to do so. “Like this?” he asks, not trying to tug too hard. He’d feel like a pervert if he pulled it too tightly around her breasts. She goes to mess with the zipper, then gives a small sigh.
“Harder, Curly. I don’t have enough slack,” she insists, brows furrowed as she gazes down at the snag. He gulps, then pulls harder. He’s not nearly using his full strength, but he still feels like he’s going to rip the suit right off of her.
Rip the suit—
He feels a stirring in his groin. Not now! Fuck!
“Ugh, it’s really stuck…” she comments, hopefully absorbed enough in her task to not notice what’s going on downstairs. He helplessly shifts a little on his feet. The two of them stand for a while, with her occasionally cursing, until she finally sighs and drops her hands. She motions for him to drop his, and they move away so quickly it’s like he was burned. “Can you try? Maybe if we switch positions, we can get it.”
Switch positions… He’s going to kill his mind.
She grips the fabric with her soft hands, and he doesn’t know how necessary it is for her to use her forearms to push her breasts together. That is certainly not helping the downstairs situation.
“R-Right…” Maybe if he ignores it, it’ll go away. Maybe she won’t look down. If she does, he doesn’t think he could look her in the eye ever again, because he’s pretty certain it’s unmistakable at this point. He tries to just focus on the task at hand, trying (and failing) to cast away any lewd thoughts as he reaches for the zipper, pulling aside the fabric covering it to examine what’s going on.
“Hmm…” he hums, tilting his head a bit as he sets into figuring out what’s wrong. The distraction is welcome, so he takes some time to really examine it. He gently tugs it to and fro, moving it around to take a look at how the teeth of the zipper are lined up.
“Here,” Anya mutters, voice quiet since they’re so close together. She tugs the fabric harder, her arms squishing her breasts even closer together, accentuating them further, and his eyes flicker up to hers out of reflex. She’s looking innocently back at him, but something behind her eyes seems almost…
Coy.
He casts the thought away immediately, feeling depraved for reading too much into it. All he’s doing is helping her get her jumpsuit unstuck, then she’ll thank him and ask him to leave, and that will be that. He can’t sit here getting excited over what ifs.
Despite his logic, though, his member only further grows at the sight of her breasts. Fuck. He’s fully blaming this on the fact that he hasn’t been with a woman in god knows how long. Anya isn’t just any woman, of course, he’d take her out for a romantic date in a second, but he has certain needs as a man that he unfortunately cannot ignore.
He’ll just have to deal with this later, as part of his nightly routine before trying (and usually failing) to get some sleep.
It takes a bit of fiddling, but he finally manages to get it unstuck. “Aha!” he exclaims in victory, pulling the zipper all the way down.
“Oh, thank god,” she sighs, and the way she drops the fabric causes her breasts to bounce outwards, back into their usual positions. He stares at them for a moment too long, blinking, before catching himself and flicking his eyes back up to hers with a burning red face. Oddly, she has her head tilted, humming as she considers him.
“Distracted, Captain?” she asks, lips curling into a teasing smirk. The expression causes him to cough, and he tries to play it off by coughing again and holding a fist in front of his mouth.
“No, I— Erm—” he flusters, looking helplessly at her, then when he can’t stop his eyes from flickering back down to her breasts, he makes a choked noise and looks away. This is a disaster. “A-Anything else?”
“Yes,” she responds, and he looks back at her in confusion. Surely that was it…? “Do you think you could take a look at it? I might need a replacement. Here, let me…” She starts tugging her arms out of the suit, and his body explodes in flames as he stands rigid, watching her disrobe. She peeks back up at him when the top half falls and hangs around her hips, cheeks flushed. They share a moment, blue meeting deep brown, until her plump lips finally part. “Captain…”
“Yes?” he immediately responds, prepared to follow any command given by her.
She just hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her suit, then without breaking eye contact, she pushes the clothing down until it drops and pools around her feet. All she’s wearing underneath is a pair of panties, bare legs on full display, and his breath hitches. His erection grows, straining against his own suit, and he looks at her helplessly. What is this?
“I’m not blind,” she quietly begins, stepping out of it and her shoes, taking a couple of steps towards him with her socked feet. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’ve noticed it for a while…” She reaches a hand out, gently resting it against the scruffy side of his jaw, taking a moment to look into his eyes. “And I’m quite flattered that I can rile you up so easily.” Her other hand points at his groin, and he squints his eyes as he groans in defeat. At the same time, her melodic voice starts laughing.
“I’m sorry, Anya, this is hardly appropriate,” he groans, though he makes no effort to break away from her hand.
“Shh,” she hushes, and he obeys immediately. “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on me.” Her other hand comes up to cup the other side of his jaw, and she uses them to gently tug his head downwards, then moves up to capture his lips.
He gasps against her lips, hesitating with his hands hovering over her, then gives a deep groan as he relaxes into it, digging his fingers into her hips as he pulls her into himself. The cotton fabric of her panties is soft. Her lips are plump and taste of lipstick. Her tongue is slippery and wet when their mouths open against each other’s.
Somehow, at some point, they end up on her bed, and he moves back to look at the sight of her underneath him. Her breaths are coming out in huffs, her cheeks are stained red, and her eyes are sparkling. Her knees are rubbing together, attempting to conceal the growing wet spot in her panties. He swallows as he looks over her form. Aphrodite.
“Tell me if I should stop,” he whispers, then trails a hand down her stomach, then down to rest against the wet fabric concealing her most sensitive parts. Her legs drop apart easily, and she raises her hips up against him with an eager nod. He curses under his breath, sparks of lust erupting through his entire body, and starts rubbing his fingers against her clit through the thin fabric.
“Mmm…” she hums, long lashes brushing against her cheeks as her eyes fall shut. She ruts up against him, gushing through her panties, and his dick is so hard that he fears it’ll burst right through his jumpsuit. He continues circling his fingers, occasionally moving back so just the tips are flicking against her clit, until the need to taste overtakes him. She whines a bit when he removes his fingers, but when she watches him put them in his mouth with a groan, she responds similarly while quickly shimmying out of her panties. She holds them in her hand, watching him thoughtfully, then offers them to him. He looks at them for a moment, fingers slipping out of his mouth, then gives another groan as he takes them. His nose dampens as he presses them against it, breathing in her natural musk, then inserts the wettest part into his mouth, giving it a good suck. Her taste bursts over his tongue, coating it thickly.
“Wow,” she whispers as she watches him, reaching down to pleasure herself. She rubs herself for a bit, not breaking eye contact with his helpless self, then moves her fingers back up to put into her mouth, lips curved in a smirk around them.
He can’t help but reach down at the sight of that, rubbing against himself.
“Good god,” he sighs, closing his eyes and taking a moment. When he opens them again, he sets her panties aside, then moves down to kneel between her legs. She gives a little gasp, then bites her plump lip with an expression full of excitement, moving her legs further apart.
He can’t help but feel like he’s right at home here, face inches away from her pussy, mouth salivating in anticipation for a delicacy. His wet tongue comes out to drag thickly against her entrance, lapping up more of the juices he had only gotten a preview of. She’s delightful. She’s delicious. She’s a dream.
“Ah— Oh, yes, like that,” she whines, long nails dragging against his scalp as she grabs a fistful of his hair. A mixture of her wetness and his saliva drips down his chin, coating his beard until it’s sopping wet, and he couldn’t be happier. He moves between fat licks, to flicking the tip, to taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it while circling his tongue firmly against it. At the same time, one of his hands drags against her inner thigh, heading up toward her center at a teasingly slow pace, but she isn’t having any of it. She firmly grips his wrist, then guides it to where she needs it most. He chuckles, but he’s too eager to tease her, so he easily sinks a couple of fingers in. “Ah!”
He curves them inside of her, all the while still giving her clit enthusiastic attention, and thrusts until she shouts and curls up a little. That’s the spot. His pace quickens, responding to the quickening of her breath, and by the time he’s easing a third finger into her, she has both hands fisted tightly into his hair.
“Curly, I— Curly! Ohh my god,” she exclaims, sounding hoarse and out of breath. He can tell she’s close, incredibly close, and only quickens his pace, amping it up to a cruel degree. His fingers rub firmly against her velvet wall, thrusting right against the spot that drives her insane, until he finally hears her choked cry as her legs clamp around his head. She gushes around his fingers and all over his face, screaming, and her legs tremble as she ruts against him, riding out her pleasure. She twitches as he licks her through it, listening to the wet gasping of her as she comes down, until she finally shudders and pushes him away.
“What the hell,” she gasps, dragging a hand down her face. Her makeup is tear-stained all over her face, her lipstick is beyond smudged, and her still clothed tits bounce from the force of the laughter that bursts from her. “Where have you been hiding that?”
He moves up onto his knees, giving a chuckle of his own. “I happen to know my way around a woman, Anya.”
“Thank god for that,” she smiles, then glances downwards. “Curly, can we—” She points toward his clothed member, eyes bright and interested. He’s scrambling to his feet before she can even say another word, yanking the zipper of his jumpsuit down and ripping his arms out of the sleeves. He drops it to the ground beside hers, along with his boxers, then slides right back between her legs like he never left. At the same time, she reaches into the provided nightstand beside the bed, from which she produces a condom. He blinks at it.
“How on earth did you get that on here?” he asks, laughing incredulously. Pony Express is strict about relations between crew members, so therefore anything to do with sex is strictly prohibited. Sure, he manages to slide under the radar at times as Captain so he has his own stash of condoms in his room, but he’s interested in how Anya managed to pull it off.
“Just put it on, Captain,” she commands. Captain. Something about the way she says it lights a fire in him, and he eagerly rips open the wrapper to drag the rubber onto himself. Her legs part deliciously easily, and her ankles hook behind him as he lines himself up. He lets out a long groan as he eases himself inside of her, eyes clenched shut as he enjoys the sensation. It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman. And this is Anya of all women, who’s quite honestly the most beautiful, charming, and caring woman he’s ever met.
She makes him melt.
“Just like that, yes,” she gasps once he’s completely buried inside of her, and he can feel her knuckles brush against his groin as she pleasures herself. “Yesss…” She throws her head back, mouth wide and agape, and he can’t help but lean in to give some kisses and sucks to the front of her soft throat.
“Move…”
He pulls back, then when he thrusts forward, it’s firmer than he meant to. His hips shake as he tries to slow the pace, not wanting to overwhelm her while also far too eager, but she just tightens her legs around him and thrusts up against him quickly.
“Curly, I’m not glass. Fuck me,” she moans, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder.
Given permission, his patience breaks.
He grips her thighs tightly as he thrusts roughly into her, deep groans ringing out and combining with hers, a quite loud mixture of octaves that pairs with the bed thumping noisily against the wall. The drag of her wet, soft walls is intoxicating, so intoxicating that he can’t help but go faster, go harder, just fuck her.
“Oh my— AH!” she screams, slapping a hand over her mouth as she stares wide-eyed up at him, tears causing more makeup to stream down her cheeks. He reaches down to rub against her abused clit, and her hand moves off of her mouth to grip his hair to pull him down into a kiss.
He keeps going, using his power to fuck into her as fast and hard as he can, until she chokes out a cry and seizes up in another climax. At the same time, she squirts against him, and the sight of that combined with her squeezing around his cock has him crying out and pulling her in firmly to bury himself into her, giving a long groan as he ejaculates into the condom. He gives some small thrusts as he rides it out, then sags over her, catching himself on a hand planted beside her head. Her eyes are closed as she comes down, breaths huffing, then she cracks her eyes open to look up at him. They’re glistening, glittering, and full of affection.
Affection…
“Anya, I…” He takes a moment to try and catch his breath, moving his hand down to pet against her cheek, to run through her silky hair. “I quite fancy you.”
“Really? I had no idea,” she laughs, smirking incredulously up at him.
“No, erm— Well, after this haul, let’s get dinner, yeah?” he requests, looking hopeful. She just chuckles, and pulls him down for another kiss.
“Of course. I’ll hold you to that, Captain.”
“Aye, aye.”