The Sill

She stood in front of him wearing that dress, teasing.

"I got it at a charity shop. It’s like brand new isn’t it?" she hummed out her words as she turned to and fro. "It was made in 1805 actually but I don’t think anyone has ever touched it since it went into the box way back then. It’s beautiful isn’t it?" the sound of the material swishing was crisper than expected. He’d hardly notice though. Her regency gown managed to display her breasts in a way he rarely got to savor though his eyes did travel to the hint of the aqua blue deportment skirt that showed at her ankles.

"You have dressed for me twice in one week, Siren. What ever is on your mind, madam?" He rumbled at the thought of delving into

"Maybe the same thing that’s on yours but you’ll have to catch me first."

Bridgid hiked up the skirts the best she could and bolted for the door of their quaint cottage. Jack Aubrey moved effortlessly to block her exit. "Stand fast, madam." he growled.

"No!"

Bobbing ands weaving she managed to duck under his arm. The sound of her bare feet on the hardwood floor echoed through in the hallway as her giggles added to the harmony. He strode after her knowing full well he’d catch her soon and he did just that at the end of the hall. She looked back once before raising the window as if she were going to climb out but he caught her about the waist.

His arms fit perfectly into the dip the corset she wore caused. He turned her around and kissed her hard and wantonly. She flailed for a moment but succumbed to his passion, stopping only to utter a breathless "I love you" against his mouth.

"Siren," he rumbled in response. Gently turning her around he leaned into her, grinding against her round bottom. His hair dribbled down her cheeks as he curled his neck around hers. No more words were spoken.

Dropping both of his hands he curled his fingers into her skirts, lifting them up the sides of her thighs. The feel of her waist slip didn’t surprise him but her lack of knickers did. When she grasped the window sill and spread her legs he knew he had to do his duty for England. The very thought brought a wicked smile to his face. She felt some gentle tugging then what she felt next made her gasp. At full mast he sank into her deep and long. Her body accepted him with a flood of sweet honey as she leaned forward, offering. Leaning his head on her shoulder as he continued his aft assault he watched the swell of her breast bob with every plunge. When he closed his eyes hers appeared in his mind and they reminded him of the sea. Aqua blue and calming to his soul, he loved her until he was drained dry.

So there they stood at the window.  As the clock in their sitting room struck one bell as he covered her hand with his. Still savoring what was left of his hardness inside of her, Jack wondered if life ever got any better.

"No it doesn’t" she answered his thought without him speaking aloud.

"You scare me when you do that, Siren" he whispered to her ear.

"Still?" she questioned. "After all this time you should know. I feel you, Jack Aubrey. In more ways than one."