" Allison nodded and stepped back, giving Morgan a delighted smile. Morgan led Allison across the room and pushed on a spot in the wall. The panel swung open to reveal a bathing chamber, with two tubs full of steaming water. More water sat on a stone hearth that backed up to the fireplace. She walked over and locked the service door, then quickly stripped out of her clothes. Running her fingers through the water she glanced up to find Allison trying to unbutton the back of her dress. Laughing, she walked over and pushed Allison’s fingers out of the way."Here, let me." Morgan said, making quick work of the buttons on the dress. Allison sighed in relief as the restriction on her body let loose, and she let the dress fall to the floor. Morgan found herself admiring the view before her as Allison slipped out of her underclothes. She stood bare for a moment then looked over her shoulder at Morgan.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Will you help me into the water?" Morgan swallowed hard and followed Allison to the steaming copper tub. Allison bent a little and dipped her fingers into the water. "Oooh, that’s going to feel so good," she said. Morgan held out her hand and Allison took it, stepping daintily into the tub. The water reached above her knees as she turned to face Morgan, catching her eyes as she sank into the tub. Morgan licked her lips and found her resolve to stay away from the redhead withering as she watched the water engulf Allison’s curves. Morgan had to tear her eyes away and forced herself to turn to her tub, stepping into the steaming water with a sigh. She closed her eyes at the seductive warmth of the water as it enveloped her body.
The tub was big enough to stretch out in, a luxury in the port. She glanced over at Allison to see the woman sinking beneath the surface. Morgan followed suit, submerging her head and working her fingers through her hair under the water. Surfacing she wiped the excess water off her face and reached for a sponge and bar of soap sitting next to her tub. Morgan started soaping herself up, watching Allison out of the corner of her eye. Her captive looked like a seductive water nymph, hair slicked back, water droplets standing on her skin, begging to be kissed off. Every so often Morgan caught Allison looking at her, and forced her self to deny the look that was in those beautiful green eyes. Morgan, calm yourself down. All you have to do is make it downstairs and all your frustration will be taken care of. Resolutely Morgan turned her eyes to her hands and concentrated on scrubbing her skin.
Allison watched the captain diligently working the soap against her skin, scrubbing it until it showed pink, despite her dark tan. The looks that she caught being cast her way made her skin tingle, making her realize that Morgan felt more for her than she let on. Feeling a little brave, Allison pondered trying to get Morgan’s attention, and keep it. The image of Carolyn looking possessively at Morgan sent a stab of jealousy through her, and the familiarity with which she had talked to the captain had stung Allison more than she had expected. As she scrubbed away at her skin, her mind turned to the morning spent in Morgan’s arms over and over. As she slid the soap over her body she remembered how Morgan’s skin had felt sliding against hers, and realized that she desperately wanted to feel that again. Turning things over and over in her mind, Allison pondered her options. She may have nothing to look forward to after her father retrieved her, but that was at least two weeks away.
Why can’t I be happy now? She asked herself. Allison looked over at Morgan and saw that she had finished scrubbing herself and was rinsing clean. As she watched, Morgan stood up in the tub, water sheeting down her skin. Reaching for a thick cotton towel, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped it around her. Allison waited for Morgan to turn and look at her, then threw caution to the wind.
She asked herself. Allison looked over at Morgan and saw that she had finished scrubbing herself and was rinsing clean. As she watched, Morgan stood up in the tub, water sheeting down her skin. Reaching for a thick cotton towel, she stepped out of the tub and wrapped it around her. Allison waited for Morgan to turn and look at her, then threw caution to the wind. "Morgan?" she said softly.
"Yes, Allison?"
"Will you wash my back for me?" Allison watched as Morgan stared at her for a moment, before nodding wordlessly. She walked around her tub and knelt next to Allison’s and the redhead handed the Captain her soap.
"Where’s your washcloth?" Morgan inquired. Allison glanced at her over her shoulder and shrugged, covering the cloth with her feet. Morgan gazed into her eyes for a long moment, then slipping the soap between her hands a couple of times, she started to run her hands over Allison’s back. Letting out a low murmur of enjoyment, Allison arched her back, pulling her hair out of the way to let Morgan have access to all of her. Morgan’s fingers worked the soap into her skin in gentle swirls, her fingers sending tingles of sensations coursing through her. Allison found herself leaning back into Morgan’s hands as they caressed her back.
"Mmmm, your hands feel wonderful," she murmured. The movement on her back ceased, and Allison looked back over her shoulder. Morgan’s eyes were dark and smoky, and she slowly reached down and rinsed her hands.
"I think you’re clean now," she said in a low voice. She cupped her hands and lifted water up and ran it down Allison’s back, letting the water rinse the soap off. After a last splash of water she pushed herself to her feet and Allison stood up to face her, letting the water drip as she carefully rung her hair out. She watched with a small smile as Morgan’s eyes traveled the length of her body before handing her a towel to dry with. Allison wrapped the towel around her breasts and followed the captain back into the bedroom. Morgan walked over to an armoire and, opening it, pulled out two robes. Turning, she tossed one to Allison. Catching the robe Allison watched Morgan stride across the room, dropping the towel from around her and sliding into the robe. Cinching it around her waist she started to towel her hair dry. Allison smiled slightly and, lying the robe over the back of one of the chairs flanking the fireplace, pulled her towel from around her and slowly started to dry the water from her skin. She could see Morgan watching her from the corner of her eye, her motions as she dried her hair slowing as her eyes locked on Allison’s bare flesh. Allison felt her body warm under the heat of the captain’s gaze and after a last brush of the towel against her leg she stood up and started drying her hair as well. A gentle breeze stirred the curtains on the windows and drifted across the room to cool Allison’s flushed skin, making her nipples tighten. Morgan coughed.
"Allison, put your robe on," Morgan’s voice was low with a pleading note in it. Allison turned and looked at her. Reaching behind her she slowly pulled the robe up over her shoulders. The look on Morgan’s face made her heart race, and her body ached for the touch of the captain’s fingers on her skin again. Morgan closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and walked over to look deep into Allison’s eyes. "Do you know what your doing, Miss Allison?" Allison gazed boldly up into Morgan’s smoky blue eyes and nodded.
"Yes, Captain, I believe I do," Morgan’s lips curved into a small smile, then reached out and let her fingers graze Allison’s cheek. Allison’s lips parted slightly and she kissed Morgan’s fingers as they passed her mouth. Morgan’s eyes fixed on her lips for a long moment, before she looked up into Allison’s eyes. "Allison, I have to go downstairs," Morgan stated.
"Do you have to?" Allison asked. Morgan nodded.
"Yes…I definitely have to." Morgan turned away from Allison, missing the pout that curved her lips. She strode over to her trunk and flipped the lid open, then dug through the clothes within. Allison curled up in one of the chairs next to the fire and watched, nibbling on a piece of fruit she’d plucked from the bowl next to the chair.
Morgan pulled on a pair of snug breeches, then a pair of well-fitted boots followed.
