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Frowning, Bette stepped even closer, her hips grinding forward. “Fine. But give me another kiss. My body is on fire for you. At least I can walk away with the taste of you in my mouth.”
“That’s what you said this morning…”
“Kiss me, Tee…”
It was a kiss that lingered and soared, Bette taking the opportunity to feel her wife up, her hand closing on Tina’s breast possessively, knowingly, hungrily. Arching her back, Tina laughed, her hands cupping Bette’s cheeks.
“Go. You will forever distract me if you stay…”
“I will forever love you, Tee…”
“I love you too. Go…go…”
And so it was that on the first historic day of the King’s campaign, the naval commander in charge of the Royal Fleet, the notorious Captain Porter, walked the deck of Black Beauty with a tiny baby in her arms. Alert, Ella cooed and babbled loudly as Bette talked to her, pointing to clouds and birds and ropes here and there, interrupted only by the kisses she placed on the sweet head and rosy cheeks.
Gone were her worries that her crew would see her as “soft” if she showed her immense affection for her children. If anything, it endeared her to them more. Tipping their hats as she walked by, nudging each other to watch as their fearless leader spoke gently to the baby, pointing to seagulls then dolphins, telling Ella in great detail how she thought it might rain by the way the clouds were forming, the waves cresting higher, the smell in the air, the color of the sky.
“Hiya, Cap’tn…Miss Ella…” her crew said as she passed, Ella kicking her feet as she listened to her mother tell her all about the many exploits of Mad Maude, or Jumpy Joe or Shoeless Jack. Old Blue showed Ella the fish he and her brothers caught that morning, and she sucked her thumb in approval, her other hand finding Bette’s curls to hang onto, a sign Bette recognized as Ella getting tired.
Ella charmed everyone, her mother most of all. Toothless smiles radiated from her and her new vocal skills held everyone’s rapt attention as if she was delivering secret battle plans. She clearly loved her Mama B, biting the brunette’s chin, pulling her curls, nuzzling Bette’s neck. The entire ship was captivated, vying like fools for her attention.