The Harlot's Daughter

Chapter Two

A funny thing it was, how Brutus thought things were one way when in reality they were nothing of the kind. For James was truly not the least bit promiscuous, he was, however, a most exceptional liar. The sweet, young 'doxie' that James had been caught unwrapping aboard the Wench, was none other than his own darling bride of... Damn, James thought, it was going on three years now. It certainly did not seem that much time had passed. James lightly shook his head, thinking on how time flew by so quickly. Just arriving yesterday by carriage, coming from their estate, Primberry Hall, she had also; James belatedly and most disappointingly found out; developed a strange aversion to making love in the castle. The King had provided them with a lavish suite; with which James had been more than pleased. He had also been more than eager to show his adorable wife just how very much he had missed her over the last fortnight. James had just begun to work his magic when Nanette had started giggling uncontrollably, James tried to work through it, but she just would not stop.

" 'Tis the thought that the King resides somewhere under the same roof." She continued giggling, while James had been ready to pull his hair out by the roots. No amount of persuasion nor finesse on James' part had ended in anything he could call even remotely satisfactory. Only a gigglefest ensued, and it became so firmly entrenched, tears had poured from her eyes, and she soon could not breathe. The giggles had taken her over so completely, James had finally been forced to relent and admit defeat. Upon trying to cool his ardor, James had frustratingly mentioned his work, sharing his view of the ship they would be sailing on.

It was then Nannette had voiced an interest... " 'Tis been many months since we have been aboard ship." Nannette crooned suggestively, running her small hand over his chest.

James was not one to waste an opportunity when one arose, grabbing his wife's hand he dragged her out of the castle. James kissed her passionately while they waited for a carriage to be brought round, both of them making the most of the ride, as the coach flew quickly to the docks.

Things were already heated when they hurried down the quay to the ship. Then, things had just become interesting... When Brutus Marks inconveniently walked in upon them. Oh, and had Nannette been fit to be tied! James chuckled as he remembered her ire. He also remembered laughing uproariously when they gained their carriage and made their way to a hotel.

"At least he only viewed your naked backside, considering you have to sail with the man." James had managed to croak through his tears.

Nannette scrunched herself into the corner with her arms crossed, glaring and pouting at him, as James wiped at his eyes while trying to contain his mirth.

One, steaming, fragrant, bubbly bath later, Nannette had come most willingly into his arms. She curved warmly up against him, as James finally felt he had come home.

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To the handsome and dashing Lord Dalton, home was wherever Nannette was.

Nannette sat back in her chair at the breakfast table, one foot propped up in front of her bum, her knee raised, alluringly bare, the hotel robe parted to flow down either side of her thigh. Her elbow rested on the table, propping up the arm which waved her fork around haphazardly while Nannette spoke around the mouthful of sausage of which she partook.

"So, you shall act as Captain, but not the entire time?" Nannette's hazel eyes, looking more green at the moment, were wide and questioning as she awaited his answer. She was trying to get the gist of what James had been telling her, her tongue darting out to lick a bit of marmalade from her lips.

"Aye, I am to take piratical lessons from the one, the only, Violet Petals." Nannette swallowed quickly in surprise, she and James began grinning at one another, as the name Violet Petals had always highly amused them both. Never having met the man personally, however, they had heard of him, and they had heard of his gay blade reputation.

"I am to act as Captain of the Saucy Wench, but only when we engage in piracy, in a varied imitation of the man who is supposed to be my cousin, twice removed, who is now retired. I am also supposedly, deeply indebted to the man, hence his early retirement and my forced servitude.." James and Nannette grinned at one another, as the King had always been their benefactor and their adventures had, for the most part, been reasonably tame.  Both were young enough to appreciate the excitement, and they relished the chance to experience something a bit more worthwhile. 

"Do I think this is how things will progress?" James' eyes shone with mischief, "Nay, not for a moment, however, it has been highly entertaining hearing all of the different ideas the man has come up with. He is at a loss as to how to imitate his friend, not realizing that that is not the answer." James stood, pulling a wool sweater over his head before leaning over to kissing his wife's brow, he then gently lifted her jaw, bending over to kiss her irresistible, soft, pouting lips.

"I shall return to the castle and attempt to get past my phobia," Nannette promised, whispering against his mouth.

"Good, he is only a man, my love." James straightened slightly, smiling tenderly at his sweet bride. Her adorable freckled face with her nose scrunched up just so, her puckish copper curls that bounced all about, made James want to say to hell with it and carry her back to the big rented bed.

James groaned aloud, "Aargh, woman, the things ye do ta me." James caressed her silky, bared thigh, as Nanette turned her face into his neck, kissing him wetly and warmly.

James stood abruptly, "I cannot, Nan, stop. I should be early, just in case I am to catch a ration of..." James ducked his head appropriately. "Well, in the case the good Captain should want to reprimand me about last night."

"Don't remind me!" Nannette swatted at James, catching him squarely on his bum.

James grinned in remembrance of her naked scramble. "Ye shall pay for that, love."

"I certainly hope so," Nannette retorted, right before she began to giggle, "If I can learn to contain myself, that is."

"You had best be figuring that out, woman! And that is all I have to say about that!" James walked to the door, his brow a bit worrisome, while Nannette waved him off with her fork.

"I said I would try." Nannette began giggling anew, wondering if she would be able to contain herself when the time came, as she had entirely no hope while thinking of it at the moment. The mere thought of doing that, with the King in the vicinity, why, she thought, she could never...

Straightening her spine, knowing she must try, for James's sake if nothing else, Nannette giggled anew, raising her tea to her lips cautiously, she fought for sobriety, while she wondered...

Whatever was she going to do?

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Hmm? Such a quandary, lol