Jacquotte’s smile is broad as she arrives at the pub, her blood sings with victory to the tune of music playing loud. There’s someone with a recorder, men are singing and she bursts in with the lines she knows. Her whole body feels like it’s floating, soaking up the energy of the room, augmenting her own very good mood. She sings broadly, wants to drink deeply, and wants to fuck roughly. She leans back and surveys the room. Towards the back she sees what she is looking for. She feels a tease filter through her eyes as she holds the woman’s gaze. She had hoped she would be here tonight. Heat simmers between them before she downs the rest of her drink and heads outside. If her hips sway in temptation as she goes, well...that is entirely on purpose. 

The air is warm and wet, the aftertaste of salt and old gunpowder is hovering thick all around. Her nose flares trying to breathe it all in. She savours the thought of the sweat the humid air would bring to her skin with a good fuck. Biting her lip she can practically feel it already. Her skin is already damp, and there’s little she loves more than dripping with sweat from a good fuck in high heat. 

She can still hear the song inside and sings along with it quietly, eyes closed, skin thrumming, until she feels a hand land lightly on her shoulder. Her world narrows. A vicious smile slowly takes over her face, eyes still closed. She takes her blade from her hip and trades places with the girl, swiftly, efficiently. Florencia. She pushes Florencia’s back to the wall, places her blade to the woman’s throat. Florencia leans into it, desperately seeking a kiss, but as Jac goes to meet her she pulls away at the last second, scraping her teeth along her throat, licking her way back up. Jacquotte nips at her ear and Florencia’s head tips back with a gasp.

“It’s been too long, Jac.”

“The sea is a cruel mistress…” Jac hums lowly against Florencia’s throbbing pulse beating against her lips. She runs her tongue along it tasting Florencia’s needy skin, before continuing “But the sea’s washed the red away and left me with gold, rum, and a contented crew. So here I am.” 

“Mmm, I bet you keep your crew content,” Florencia teases with a sparkle in her eye. A comment she pays for as Jac lands a slap to her ass and a bite to her neck. Jacquotte can see Florencia’s pupils darken and heat. 

“That’s no way to talk to a captain who raises fear with nothing but a swath of black cloth. Impertinent slut. What should we do about that then?” 

“I think maybe you should fuck me right here and right now and forget all about it.” 

Jacquotte makes a considering noise before finally surging forward quck and kissing her hard. Her tongue wraps around Florencia’s heavy and thick. She tastes of shit rum and someone else's come. It sends a tingling down her spine. She wonders how Florencia took him, and if he had made her come too. Pressing against her more firmly, Jac lets the blade fall from her throat and instead runs it lightly along her side, savoring the feeling of Florencia’s body shivering under her own. Her other hand reaches around, grabbing her full ass and squeezes. Florencia’s eyes fall shut and she moans at the feel of Jac’s hand gripping her. 

“You like that, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Florencia gasps out, seeking Jac’s lips back on her own. Jacquotte gives her what she wants. She sinks her tongue into her desperate mouth. Jac’s hand works at her ass. Her blade runs down between the girl’s legs, nudging them apart. Florencia hisses and spreads wider for her. 

“How much you had to drink?” Jac asked on a chuckle, usually Florencia takes a bit more to be this far gone.

“Just enough,” Florencia breathes out. Florencia attempts to press her hips closer to Jac’s without cutting herself on the blade, so carefully grinding, searching for anything to press against her. Jac in turn runs her blade up and down the inside of her thigh while ducking her head to kiss away sweat from Florencia’s chest. She looks up and, with a tone of command that has Florencia at full attention, says, “Good.”  

She pulls at Florencia’s collar, her teeth marking it, bruising it. Jac’s hand on her ass slithers up her back and she digs her hand into the expanse of her shoulders, Florencia’s back arches. Jacquotte’s own blood feels hot, her skin like it’s vibrating. She drops down to her knees, she makes a small, purposeful wound to Florencia’s thigh with her blade before sheathing it.  Leaning forward Jac runs her tongue along the blood seeping out. Laving at it Jac moans, the metallic taste bursts in her mouth, a sort of wine making her drunk. A noise spills from Florencia from deep in her chest, and Jac feels Florencia’s fingers pull at Jacquotte’s hair to reflect her pain, reflecting her pleasure. 

Splaying her hands along Florencia’s thighs, she raises a hand and smacks her ass before leaning in and broadly stroking her tongue along Florencia’s center. Jacquotte wishes she could be buried in the sharp taste of her: happily laid to rest in the scent of her snatch. She buries the length of her nose against her, encouraging Florencia to grind as she laps at her folds: broad strokes, pointed attacks, sucking at her, all the while Florencia rolls against her relentlessly. Florencia’s wet is soaking her face, her eyelashes are heavy and sticky with it. Jacquotte can feel her begin to open against her tongue as more wet drips from her. Sensing it she lets her tongue dip in and exit quickly, teasing Florencia with what she knows she wants. Jac grazes her teeth along Florencia, smirking at Florencia’s whine of complaint. 

“Come on Jac, fuck me,” she grinds out through her teeth. Jac looks up and can see her jaw clenched, can feel where her hands are fisted, buried in Jac’s long hair. Neither of them are in the mood for games, so she looks up and holds the woman’s gaze. 

“No more games,” she assures Florencia. She sits back, feeling the tug of Florencia’s hand in her hair, and sticks her hand down her trousers and hums as she strokes inside herself.  Florencia’s grip falters in her hair as she realizes that Jac is slicking her fingers with her own wet. Jac lets out a broken moan as she rides them before stopping quick, pulling out her fingers, leaning forward, and curling them inside the woman against the wall.

Florencia groans loud enough to rouse the whole street, much to Jacquotte’s pleasure. She props a leg up over Jac’s shoulder and rolls forward burying those fingers deep inside her. Hoarsely Jac laughs against her, “We’re gonna have a hell of an audience if you keep on like that.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Do you?” 

“Fuck no,” Jac breathes before leaning in with renewed vigor. She rocks her fingers in and out of her. She licks, rolls her tongue along Florencia’s clit. Sucks her into her mouth, runs a hint of teeth along the nub. Ducking down she runs the flat breadth of her tongue against her folds before going back to her clit, flicking fast against it. Jac’s fingers speed up and curl inside Florencia hard. 

“Just like that, yes, fuck yes,” Florencia breathes out, her body moving of its own accord, fucking the Captain’s face. “Another. Get another inside me.” She  half commands, half pleads. Nothing of concern to her but the end result. “Come on, Captain, fuck me like you mean it.” 

Jac does as she is told, she sinks another finger into Florencia stretching her, filling her. Florencia lets out a gurgling cry like she doesn’t know if she wants to moan, laugh, or exhale her spirit out of her body. 

Florencia pulls at her hair sharply, Jac bites at her thighs. Whines spill out of Florencia’s mouth unbidden. Small aborted laughs escape her, her chest is heaving with shuddering breaths. All of this is accounted for by Jacquotte, each stored away for time at sea. Jac turns to mouth at the wound on her soft skin and notices a group of people halted in their attempt to leave the pub and stumble home.

 Jac can’t help herself. She gives them a wink and a grin, encouraging them to watch.  She buries her face in Florencia’s thighs, and continues to vigorously fuck the girl. If they’re to have an audience, she knows how to put on a show. She places a palm firm above Florencia’s nest of hair, putting pressure on her nerves. Her fingers wrap in the short hairs and tug while she presses down with the base of her palm. She sends bursts of pain through Florencia and seals her lips over Florencia’s clit and sucks hard. Jac’s other hand rocks forcefully at that ridged spot inside her, while Florencia’s hips move unbidden, her breath stuttering harshly.

And that is it. Florencia’s thighs start to shake, her fingers press Jac ever closer, she bucks fiercely against Jac’s face. Jac does everything in her power to follow her body, to keep laving at her. Her fingers slow down to a sensuous grind, rocking gently against the sensitive parts inside her. Florencia whines long, and low, and loud, feeling her body spasm from the inside out. Jac’s fingers slip out of her when she sees Florencia gentle and release hiccuped sighs of relief. 

Jac slithers up Florencia’s limp body and takes her exhausted mouth in her own. Florencia lets out a quiet moan at taste of her come on Captain Delahaye’s tongue. She pulls back and smiles dirtily, enjoying the sight of the Captain covered in her wet. Florencia takes in Jac’s damp eyelashes, her face bathed in the scent of her. She is every bit the ravenous pirate captain. Florencia lets out a contented noise and smiles as Jac kisses her deeply. 

 Florencia’s hands fall across Jac’s bulging biceps, down Jac’s sloping back, and pets over her ass feeling how lovely and full it is in her hands. Florencia buries her face in Jac’s neck and sucks a bruise across it, knowing how much the Captain likes the edge of pain. She marvels again at the tone of her skin in the low light of the night. Her brown skin practically glowing with warmth against her own. She bites Jacquotte and revels in the fact that this woman who has taken the lives of so many gives her so much pleasure.

 Florencia snakes a hand down Jac’s front and grabs at her crotch grinding up. Jac moans hotly in her mouth. She’s already so close from making Florencia come undone. The noises Florencia made roused her blood and pooled it in her groin. Now she’s already squirming under Florencia’s touch. Florencia raises Jac’s thigh and slots it against her leg, a silent prompt to rut against her. A prompt to take her pleasure reckless and undignified. And fuck if Florencia doesn’t find so fucking hot. 

Jac presses hard against Florencia’s thigh. Florencia meets her, pushing up and into her. Biting her lip, Jac stifles her sounds of pleasure. Florencia nips against her throat, following it by sucking another bruise, just the other side of painful. Florencia gets her hands under Jac’s shirt and tears her fingers down Jacquotte’s back. Florencia’s teeth bite at Jac’s ears, her jaw., her shoulders. She leaves red marks down Jac’s arms as Jac rides her thigh frantically. 

Jac can feel the strangers still there, still watching. Their eyes hot on her back, hot on her face. The two of them surly make quite a picture, both shameless in their lust and sex. She was sure they could recognize Captain Jacquotte Delahaye, and even if they didn't they could make their guesses. She has a reputation that precedes her, and she has cultivated it to her needs. This, take it or leave it, is what she needs, and what she wants. 

Florencia’s teeth are sharp, her mouth intoxicating, and her thigh like divine intervention. Jac grinds hard, panting, groaning. Vaguely she hears Florencia whisper, “come on, come for me Captain Delahaye.” Florencia’s hand wraps around Jac’s throat and presses down alongside her request that the woman come. Sinking all her weight against Florencia’s thigh, Jac finally comes like a storm raging with thunder and lightning. Her muscles pulse with it. Her blood sings out as it does after battle. Jacquotte moans into Florencia’s shoulders, lolls her head until she finds Florencia’s mouth, and barely manages to form a kiss. Florencia takes over, directing her, grabbing her ass, holding her steady through the aftershocks. Florencia kisses Jac wetly until she feels Jacquotte is able to command her own limbs again. 

When she can, Jac rolls over, back braced against the wall, standing shoulder to shoulder with Florencia. Jacquotte’s breath comes out heavy, her eyes sinking closed. Sweat drips down the back of her neck, beads against her forehead, and sits heavy under her chest. Jac is covered in sweat and the scent of sex. It is heady. Florencia smiles, amused, next to her. 

“Until next time, Captain,” she murmurs intimately, the twinkle in her eye coloring her voice, causing Jacquotte’s mouth to lift with a contented, amused, smile. 

The last thing Jac feels is a quick peck to her cheek before she is left alone. Jac remains still and breathes in the air, relishing the heaviness of her limbs, before opening her eyes, and heading back to her ship.