He set her champagne on the ship's railing. Mouths lingered with unrelenting desire. She drew back, moon-glow highlighting incredible cheek bones and sultry brown eyes. Was she revealing too much too soon? 'Where are the others?' she asked.
'They don’t need us.' He kissed her again. Her sigh resonated passion. '. . .Come.'
She followed down the companionway steps, careful not to trip in five inch stilettos. ''The Captain's table - but his cabin. . .?' she queried. 'Bunks were never made for love, my love. I want to hold you. Not squash you like a sardine.'
She frowned. Was that a laugh line?
Moonlight penetrated the porthole; fell across the wide bed. He drew her into the cabin, began to unfasten tiny buttons down pale blue chiffon, gently drawing straps from thin shoulders. It dropped, revealing a truly lyrical body. A lavender suspender belt held shimmering stockings, cool against firm thighs. She began to unfasten them.
'Leave it,' he said firmly. 'How many men have sighed over your amazing body?'
'Lost count,' she breathed with a wicked smile, thinking of her hours in gym.
'Mysterious lady.' He pulled back the thin cotton coverlet. Sheets were softly cool against skin. She turned her face towards the light as he came beside her. 'How many duels have been fought over you?'
'Men don't fight duels any more,' she chided.
'A girl like you could bring it back into fashion.' His dialogue was dire. Unsure how to play this, she unbuttoned his shirt feeling the firmness of his muscles. Not bad for a guy his age. Light played across romantic eyes. She wondered if he'd had a lid lift.
His hand rested on her garter, compellingly kissing his way down her stomach, then lithely bringing his lips back, responding to sharp desire. Her knees came up to hold him. He dropped gently between them, hips creating a steady rhythm. She moaned short gasps of pleasure until their undulating bodies, were charged in a delirious, exploding rhythm of love. Resting his weight on his hands, he rose up, gazing at her endearingly. 'You belong to me now,' he moaned.
'Cut!' The director's voice blue-penciled the scene. Reality returned. 'That's a take.'
'Remove your paws!' she whispered to the actor, and slid into the protective robe offered by her dresser, heading back to her dressing room. The kliegs went up on stage 4 and the crew took a break.
'Think I’ll give my wife one tonight,' the Best Boy said to nobody in particular.