The room was all of a sudden quiet. Allison’s eyes flew open and she looked up to find Morgan looking at her, eyes smoky and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Enjoying yourself, Miss Allison?" Morgan asked quietly. Allison blushed and tried to jerk her hand away, but Morgan grabbed it and held it still. "Do you realize what you agreed to?" she asked. Allison nodded slowly.

"I think so. You need the cook to catch us, right?" Morgan nodded. Allison opened her mouth to ask what she needed to do when Morgan’s finger came up to hush her. Listening, she could hear the footfalls in the hallway getting closer and closer. Morgan shot her a look.

"Just play along, okay?" she whispered. Allison nodded, and as the footsteps slowed outside the door she found herself pushed partly upright. Expertly, the captain stripped Allison’s shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Just as the footsteps stopped outside the door, Morgan slid deeper into the bed and pulled Allison across her to the outside of the bed and laid her on her back. Lifting herself up Morgan slipped her leg between Allison’s and slid her hand up her bare stomach to cup the curve of her breast. Allison’s breath caught and a soft whimper slipped past her lips as Morgan tangled her other hand in her hair. Slowly she lowered her head, and the redhead found herself snared in the depths of Morgan’s smoky gaze. Her lips parted in anticipation and her body reacted on its own to move deeper into the embrace.

Morgan’s lips halted a breath away from hers and a disappointed sigh escaped.

"Come," Morgan called, remaining where she was, eyes towards the door. The cook backed his way through the door, turned and made his way to the desk to set the tray down. As he reached the desk he glanced over at the bed and the tray landed hard on the desktop. Morgan jerked her head up and glared over at him.

"Problem?" she growled at him. Grinning he held his hands up. Allison glanced over at the sailor, then slid her leg up the back of Morgan’s and pulled her down into her. A soft moan rumbled in Morgan’s throat as she shot a look at Allison that made her squirm under her. Morgan pinned Allison more firmly to the bed, her lips descending slowly towards hers again. Pausing again a breath away, she shot a look over towards the desk.

"Is there something else?" Morgan asked their audience.

"No, cap’n, nothing at all," he stammered out, and scampered out the door, grinning back at the bed as he went. Morgan watched the door for a moment then looked back down at Allison. Her lips parted slightly, wondering if Morgan was going to close the distance between them. The captain gazed into her eyes for a long moment before slowly lifting herself up, pulling her body away from Allison's. She laid down on her back next to her, their shoulders just touching and turned her head to look at her.

"So, do you think he was convinced?" Allison tried to push away the ache that filled her, her skin feeling cold after the seductive heat of Morgan's body. Pulling the blanket up to cover her bare skin, she rolled over on her side to answer her.

"I think so. He seemed all too happy to hurry back out the door." Morgan chuckled and pushed herself upright. Reaching up she pulled a pistol off of a shelf above the bed that Allison hadn't even realized was there. Sitting cross-legged on the bed next to her, she started giving the gun a once over. "So, do you really think they would have rebelled against you over me," she asked the captain. Morgan shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not. It's rather hard to say," Morgan answered. She reached back up to the shelf and pulled a small pouch down. Carefully, she set the pistol and the pouch on the edge of the bed. "Hungry?" She asked. Allison nodded and slipped out of the bed, reaching down to scoop the shirt Morgan had stripped off of her just a little while earlier. Morgan slipped out of the bed behind her, absently brushing her fingers against Allison's lower back in a gentle caress. Allison slipped the shirt down over her head and settled it around her, trying to get her racing heart back under control. She couldn't seem to keep her mind from drifting back to being pinned beneath Morgan, her lips so close to being captured by the captain's, her body on fire where ever Morgan's skin touched hers.

"Allison?" She turned at her name to find Morgan standing behind her, a quizzical expression on her face. "I'm sorry I had to do that to you," she apologized. Allison shook her head and put her hand on Morgan's forearm and squeezed.

"No apologies, Morgan, I understand why you had to." They looked at each other for a long moment before Morgan turned towards the desk. Motioning Allison over she handed her a thick slice of bread. Fixing up a plate, she handed it to Allison as well, then made herself one.

"I don't see that we need the table, do you?" She smiled at Allison and turned to point at the map on the desk. "See this?" she asked, pointing at the piece of jasper on the map. She slid it further south on the map, "We should be here, or maybe just a little bit closer to these." Morgan pointed out a colorful cluster of islands. "Now, in a little bit, I'm going to go up to the deck and see how things are going." Finishing her breakfast, Morgan walked over to the corner next to the door and hefted a rifle. "Can you fire one of these?"

"Yes, Daddy made sure both Momma and I could fire every gun in the house," she answered, grinning impishly. Morgan laughed a little, then, after checking it thoroughly, set it back in the corner.

"While I'm up there I want you to lock the door," Morgan instructed, a very serious look on her face. "Don't open the door for anyone but me, no matter what they say." Morgan walked over to stand in front of Allison where she leaned against the desk. She fixed her very serious blue eyes on her and brushed a strand of her hair gently away from her face. "What you did for me this morning should take care of the talk that those prisoners are trying to spread, and I'm going to try to help their image of me a little. I apologize in advance for the things I'm going to say about you." Allison gazed up into Morgan's eyes, finding herself drowning in the gorgeous blue depths. Morgan smiled at her, making Allison's heartbeat jump, then softly brushed her fingertips against her cheek.

"I'll be back by lunch if I can't get back before then," Allison nodded.