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Fuzzy glared at Russell as they sat on the island, as irritated with him as he was attracted to her.

If he called her an overweight gorilla one more time, she was going to sit on him until he admitted how fabulous she really was. Or she’d dress him up like a woman and show him how talented her make up skills were. She'd considered singing for him, but then decided he didn't deserve that honor, not until he came clean with his feelings.

Russell was going to admit he found her beautiful if it killed him.

Of course, Captain Alan had tried soothing her, but Fuzzy simply refused to be soothed. Russell had called her ugly, and she was absolutely not going to rest until he admitted that he'd lied.

Stupid Russell. Why did he have to be on the island anyway?

She didn’t mind Eduardo or Christopher crashing the Rika’s treasure hunt on the island. They, at least, were gorgeous, and, well, everyone knew that Eduardo was in love with her, anyway. She didn't even mind the new Sirius female pirate, either—though it had, admittedly, taken Fuzzy some time to warm up to the idea of another female pirate. Once Fuzzy had accepted that the new girl wasn't a threat, she'd relaxed, and, well, it certainly was nice to have another girl around to talk to.

But Russell's presence, frankly, Fuzzy could have done without.

And if the boy didn't keep her mouth shut, she'd knock him out. She refused to allow him to ruin her precious time with Eduardo.

“Move over, you overweight gorilla,” Russell complained from his perch next to her. “Your big butt’s taking up the whole log!”

“So move!” she snapped, annoyed that he'd sat besides her to begin with. She hadn't wanted to sit with him. “You're ruining my aura of fabulousness!”

She blew a kiss at Eduardo who then took out his gun and began furiously polishing it without a word.

“See? He’s clearly hitting on me by showing me how he likes being touched,” Fuzzy proclaimed, puffing out her chest with pride—and, of course, to show off her more than ample assets.

Eduardo, however, was too shy to meet her eyes or to share. Instead, he began loading more bullets into the chamber of his gun.

“You can’t be serious,” Russell snapped with a disgruntled huff. “He just wants to shoot you, you idiot!”

“You’re just saying that because you’re jealous." Fuzzy beamed at him, pleased to spill his secret since he was so intent on ruining her night.

“What?!” Russell roared, dropping one hand to rest on the hilt of one of his swords. “Who would love an ugly gorilla?”

“You just pick fights with me because you don’t know how else to show your love,” Fuzzy went on loudly, ignoring Russell’s protests. "I mean, really, I know I'm gorgeous, but a shy little boy like you simply isn't my type—"

Russell suddenly stood up and grabbed Fuzzy’s arm, and it only took a second for Fuzzy to guess his intent.

“Hey! Do you think you can get away with manhandling a beautiful woman like me?” she shrieked in outrage, huffing as she tried to tug her arm free.

“Shut up, stupid, and come here,” he growled, dragging her off towards the forest at the end of the beach.

“Hey! I know you’re in love with me, but this is no way to treat a lady!” she wailed, trying to force him to pull her to a halt not even noticing the attention they were getting from both the Sirius and Rika crew. Most of them were amused, though her fellow female pirate seemed shocked, but Fuzzy was too busy trying to get through Russell's big, thick head.

“Just shut up and come with me." He led her into the trees, and Fuzzy had to admit that when Russell made up his mind to do something, he went all out. Too bad for him that Eduardo was still a lot more handsome—but she was willing to admit to herself that Russell was acting cuter than usual.

That didn't stop Fuzzy from making a scene, however. She complained and kicked and wailed the whole way, but Russell didn’t stop, nor did he release his grip on her arm. In fact, he didn't say a word at all until they had made it a fair distance into the forest.

Russell dropped her hand and turned around to face her.

“Geez, gorilla, something’s seriously wrong with your brain!” he shouted, though he was flushing. “Now all of the guys are going to tease me about this forever!" He took a deep breath, and added, "I don't like you, okay?"

Fuzzy felt her control over her temper snap. She had already been miffed that Eduardo hadn't manned up and stopped Russell from taking her away, but now with Russell hollering that he didn't like her when he clearly wanted her . . .

“You say that, but you pulled me out into the trees,” Fuzzy pointed out. She considered his manly actions, and then decided that Russell was more attractive than she'd realized. She puckered her lips for him.  “If you want to consummate your love, I’m willing.”

“Agh! No! Stay away!” he hollered, backing up into a tree.

“You just can’t resist my beauty,” Fuzzy replied, “but you don’t have to hide your feelings any longer, Russell! I know that you pick fights with me because you love me!”

“What? Didn’t I already say I don’t like you? At all?!” he shouted. He tried to back away quickly, but slammed into the tree behind him with no small amount of force. “Ow! Look here, gorilla! I’m not interested, so leave me alone already!”

Fuzzy pressed closer and smiled. Russell wasn't really bad looking at all. He was quite adorable, and she liked his feisty attitude.

So he wasn’t Eduardo . . . and he didn’t have Christopher’s charm, either. But she had to admit there was something about him that she kind of liked right now. Enough that she wanted to see how he'd taste, because that would truly tell her if he was worth keeping or not.

So she pressed him back against the tree as he struggled, but this time she was stronger than he was. Russell wasn't able to so much as budge.

“Be happy, Russell. Men would die to taste my lips and body,” she told him, leaning in closer.

“I would die not to touch them!” he shouted, unable to look her in the eye.

She grinned; she liked that Russell never gave in easily. That strength was something she could admire in a man. After all, Fuzzy was already strong for a woman, and she liked that Russell could match her, word for word, strength for strength.

And she knew the only reason he was trapped against the tree was because he let her trap her. He could have pushed away, if he really wanted to, but he was happy to be there, and he didn't want to hurt her.

He deserved a kiss as a reward, she decided.

"Shh," she told him, leaning in closer. Without warning, she smashed her lips against his to mimic what she thought a good kiss was.

But Russell began struggling in earnest, his complaint muffled against her lips. Clearly, she'd done something he didn't like.

She tried to be even more forceful, but he began really fighting in earnest as he slammed his wrists against her body. Fuzzy immediately pulled back, wondering what she did wrong. Her shoulders slumped, and this time she avoided his eyes as she felt herself begin to cry.

“Are you—are you crying?” Russell demanded, freezing.

“I don’t get it!” she wailed, ready to crumble to the ground in a pile of depressed goop. “You like me. I know you do! But you acted like you hated my kisses! And I have lots of skill in that area, you know, but none of them worked on you. You didn’t respond to any of it at all! I don't want you to hate my kisses!"

She looked up at him, ready to cry even harder.

Russell, however, turned bright red, and he looked off to the side. “You were attacking my lips,” he finally muttered. “I didn’t like that.”

Fuzzy stared at him as he became completely red, all the way down to his neck, as she considered his words. “So if I kissed you differently, you would like it?”

“I-I’m not saying that,” he hedged, coughing into his fist.

“Are you rejecting my kisses again?” she shrieked. If he said yes, she would have failed, and the thought of that made everything she'd eaten earlier sit in her stomach all wrong.

“Fuzzy! Stop crying! You’re hurting my ears!” he shouted, covering his own ears as she got louder and louder with her wails.

Fuzzy knew he was on the verge of running, but she just couldn't figure out what she'd done wrong.

She knew she had skills in the bedroom. After all, he should see her belly dance, or listen to her sing. Men had fallen down around her in droves in enjoyment, after a night of her singing or dancing.

But Russell hadn't even liked her kiss.

Russell spent several more moments trying to reason with Fuzzy, but she refused to be reasoned with. She didn't want logic; she wanted Russell's kiss, and the fact that he wouldn't give it to her only made her want it more.

Why couldn’t he just be true to his own feelings and kiss her?

Her eyes widened as his lips quickly pressed against hers for no more than a second, and then pulled away. He hadn't moved his arms to embrace her, nor had he given her a deep kiss, but the light touch of his lips on hers made her entire body flush with heat.

Fuzzy instantly quieted as he moved away. Russell, however, wouldn't meet her eyes, and began his half-hearted attempts to get free again.

“Let go of me, gorilla!” he said but his voice wasn’t as loud or forceful this time.

“Why won’t you just be true to your feelings, Russell?” she wailed again, afraid that he was going to run from her and pretend this whole night had never happened.

“Dammit, don’t start crying again, Fuzzy!” Russell shouted, and Fuzzy nearly jumped at the sound of her name on his lips.

It sounded beautiful.

She didn't get a chance, however, to bask in the sound of her name.

Russell pressed his lips to hers again. This time, she had time to register the soft sensation of his lips on hers. His lips were soft and smooth and warm against hers, and they lingered and clung as he rolled and pressed his lips against hers. He didn’t try to slip in his tongue, to her mild disappointment. Instead, he just gently rolled and massaged her lips with his until she felt her eyes and cheeks dry.

She dropped her arms in surprise as he pulled away, because she'd never have expected such a soft, gentle kiss from him. Maybe from Christopher, but definitely not from this hot-headed pirate.

Russell pulled himself completely free of both Fuzzy and the tree, his face still red as he once again avoided her eyes.

She reached out to touch her own lips, surprised to still feel the echo of his soft kiss lingering on her lips.

“I’m going back to camp,” he muttered, walking off back the way they came, leaving her there without looking back once.

Fuzzy, however, didn't care, not even when she got lost—twice—trying to find her way back to the camp. Instead, she hummed the entire way back in contentment.

Russell was definitely in love with her, she decided. And she was going to make him admit it, no matter what.

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The next time the crew of the Rika did their weekly attack of the Sirius, Fuzzy deliberately sought out Russell, all but running over anyone who got in her way.

“I’ve come for you, Russell!” she shouted, pursing her lips together when she finally spied him sparring with Colin at the bow of the Sirius.

“Dammit! Gorilla, I don’t have time for this!” he groused, flushing slightly as he knocked Colin back with one of his swords.

Obviously, he was already aroused just by seeing her—she could just tell by the blush spreading across his face, and Fuzzy loved how he tried to hide it . . . and absolutely failed.

He was just so cute.

She raced forward and rammed Colin out of the way, not paying more than a moment’s notice to how Colin flew off the ship and fell straight into the water. Nor did she pay any real attention to Colin's shouts of Fuzzy hitting the wrong crew.

Instead, she made a beeline straight for the new love of her life.

“I saved you!” she exclaimed, moving even closer as she tried unsuccessfully to press her lips against his. “You owe me a kiss!”

Russell, however, immediately backed away.

“I didn’t need your help!” Russell shouted, glaring at her as he sheathed his swords. “I can take care of myself!” He took one look at his captain, who was laughing in the distance as both Captain Morgan and Captain Alan stopped their fighting to watch, and flushed. "I ain't some damsel to be saved, you idiot!"

She liked how hard he tried to deny his feelings, but what she really wanted more than anything was what she’d been wanting since she last saw him in the forest, back on the island.

She wanted him to kiss her, and she wanted him to hold her.

And she wanted him to tell her that he loved her.

So she decided the blunt method would probably be best with Russell; it had worked last time, after all. “I want to kiss you,” she said, and giggled loudly when his face instantly turned red all the way down to his chest.

“W-what?” he almost choked on the words. He glanced around, and she turned to see him staring at Eduardo nearby, who snickering as he cleaned his gun. “No!”

“Don’t be shy,” she proclaimed, pressing him to the mast of the ship and pinning him there with her body. “Everyone knows you want me.”

He shoved against her, but she refused to allow him to push her away when she knew how much he wanted this.

“Yes, don’t be shy, Russell,” Captain Morgan commented with a smirk, pausing only to take a deep sip of a bottle of alcohol he'd somehow obtained since the fight started. “Go and kiss her like you mean it.”

“Fuzzy! Stop! Everyone’s staring!” Russell shouted with another flush, trying to wiggle out of her grip.

She glanced around, noticing that everyone had basically stopped fighting to watch them.

Maybe Russell was right. As sexy as it would be to take him up against the mast of her rival ship, their first time together should be more private. She could set the mood for him like he did for her last time.

And if she did it right, he would kiss her all on his own.

Mind made up, she picked him up and slung him over her shoulder, ignoring the threats he shouted at her. It was tempting to reach out and pat his bottom, but she figured they had to hurry and get to a more private room and begin their kissing time.

Who knew when Captain Alan would give the order for them to leave?

She shoved open the door leading to the personal chambers below deck. “Where’s your room?” she asked, throwing doors open as she tried to find a room that was distinctly Russell.

“Why does it matter?” he grumbled. “Take me back to the deck, gorilla! No, don't go back! Put me down and stop slinging me around like a sack of potatoes! I’m a grown man!”

“I know!” she said, pleased with just how manly he looked. She finally swung open a door that had a Russell feel to it, and stepped inside to drop Russell on the bed. “You’re very manly,” she purred, winking at him.

She then flopped down on the bed next to him. As soon as she'd wiggled enough that she was comfortable, she closed her eyes and waited.

“I’m ready,” she said aloud after a moment, when he made no move to kiss her.

“For what?” Russell asked, sounding like he was sulking. “I ain’t gonna do nothing to you.”

She opened her eyes to see him rubbing his neck and shoulders as he stared out the small porthole window in his room.

“Why? I did everything right!” she shouted. “I rescued you, I set the mood, I carried you off to have your way with me and . . . and . . . and you still don’t want to kiss me?” She whimpered, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. “It's just like what happened last time! I did everything to show you I wanted you, just like you did on the island! I was supposed to be showing you that I returned your feelings after you confessed so you’d kiss me again! Why isn’t it working?!”

He gaped at her. “What?” His face flushed. “Y-you thought I dragged you off to—”

Fuzzy wailed loudly, interrupting him again. “You aren’t doing what you’re supposed to,” she whimpered softly, and felt the tears gush forth from her eyes.

“Dammit! Not this again!” He shifted to lean over her as he covered her mouth with his hand. “Please stop cryin’, Fuzzy!”

“I-I can’t.” She hiccuped, though the sound was muffled by his hand. “You don’t want to kiss meeee!”

He stared at her as she sobbed loudly, and then he finally sighed. “Don’t cry, Fuzzy.” His tone was softer than she’d ever heard before, and it made her insides melt. “Please stop crying. I’m helpless when you cry.“

She hiccuped again and tried to curl up into a ball, but Russell’s hand moved from her mouth to her shoulder and held her with a strength only someone like Russell could have.

He gently gripped her jaw and slowly guided her head up to meet his eyes. When she finally found herself staring into his brown eyes, he asked, “So if I kiss you, you’ll stop crying?”

She swallowed back a lump of tears. “Y-you don’t really want to?” she nearly wailed, trying to wrap her mind around the idea that he might not really want her after all—or maybe he'd changed his mind after the island, and maybe he just didn't know that he still loved her.

She really hoped it was the latter.

“N-no, I just—I don’t know how to comfort you,” he said, shifting on the bed as he glanced away with a flush on his cheeks. “I don’t know what you want, Fuzzy.”

“Christopher’s nice to me, and Eduardo has always wanted me,” she said, sniffling with a small smile, “but you’re the only one who would take me anywhere to have your way with me. Nobody is as bold as you.” She took a deep breath, hoping he’d understand, but he just stared blankly at the wall behind her. “I really like you.”

She closed her eyes as she puckered her lips again, and hoped he’d kiss her then like he was supposed to.

“You… like me?” he stumbled over the words, and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her in shock.

He looked so stunned that she found herself pulling him down on top of her before she could help herself. He was just so cute, and so sexy when he looked at her like that. “Kiss me,” she told him firmly, boldly tracing his bared chest with one hand. “Kiss me, and show me how much you like me.”

He flushed again. “Fuzzy, I . . . ” he trailed off, hovering just inches away from her mouth. He leaned in even closer until she could feel his breath against her lips—

Bam! The half-opened door was slammed open as Thomas suddenly ran into the room.

“There you are! Nathan said that Fuzzy had kidnapped you . . . ” Thomas trailed off as he stared, and then he suddenly turned bright red. “I’m so sorry!” he squeaked. “I didn’t know!” he added, and ran out of the room covering his eyes.

“Hey! Wait! This ain’t what it looks like!” Russell shouted, jumping off the bed and racing after Thomas down the hall.

He left in such a hurry that he’d dropped his red sash behind, and Fuzzy smiled as she picked it up and tied it around her neck. She spun for a moment, staring down at herself. She looked cute in his sash, and she just bet it would drive him wild when they saw each other again.

Besides, she might want to strangle Thomas next time she saw him, but she knew for sure that Russell had been about to kiss her then.

She’d just have to plan bigger and better for the next time she saw him, to make sure he finally accepted that they were together, because dammit, she wanted that kiss, and she wanted to hear his confession. But she knew he would, eventually, because she saw the look in his eyes right before they were so rudely interrupted.

She hummed to herself all the way back to the Rika.

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The next time Fuzzy saw Russell, he was at the bar with the rest of the Sirius crew at Yamato.

Captain Alan had initially planned to leave them as he usually did when they went to Yamato, but not today, and Fuzzy wasn't about to stop him, either. As soon as he'd heard word that the little wench from the Sirius pirates was here, he’d come barreling over to the local tavern, and Fuzzy had decided tag along to brush up on her dancing skills in the hopes she’d see Russell again and show him.

But this was much, much better than she’d been hoping for.

Russell sat with the rest of his crew at the table, sulking as adorably as ever, and Fuzzy . . . she was about to put a show on for him that he wouldn't soon forget. She'd show off her pole dancing skills, wearing little more than some scraps of cloth—and Russell's scarf tied around her neck.

She was gorgeous, she was sexy, and there was no way Russell would be able to turn her down tonight. Russell would finally become her man in every way possible, and they’d be together forever and ever. Someday, when Captain Alan finally became Pirate King, she and Russell would take over the Rika and run the ship together as Captain.

She pursed her lips in happiness as she watched Russell lean back in his chair, ignoring the mug of ale in front of him.

Through the closed curtains, she waited impatiently for the music to begin. She'd been practicing her routine for weeks, and the captain had praised her so much, he begged her not to dance any more and ruin a perfect routine.

Russell was finally going to be hers tonight.

She wouldn’t let Thomas or anyone else get in her way like it had last time. She just knew Russell had been so close to passionately loving her on the bed before Thomas so rudely interrupted—

But she'd gotten to keep Russell's scarf, so it hadn't been a total loss.

She lifted the scarf to her nose and inhaled the still-lingering scent of Russell, though it’d begun to fade. Today, she’d show him everything she was made of, and how seductive her dancing really could be.

She smiled as Captain Alan introduced her—her captain was the best, helping her out with her love plan like this at the spur of the moment—and then, as the music finally began, she proudly made her way onto the stage, smiling down at the shocked faces of admiration and lust.

Even Russell hadn't been able to stop himself from staring, and she couldn’t help the smile that beamed on her face as she slowly began to move to the sounds of the tambourine and guitar. She waggled her hips, thrust out her breasts, and rotated her hips as her arms and legs bobbed along to the music.

Russell would watch her dance until he couldn’t take it anymore, and then he’d drag her off stage and away into his arms per her plan and—

“Boo!” a man shouted, throwing his half-full glass of beer at the stage. “Go back to the zoo, heifer, and get a real woman on stage!”

Fuzzy stared at the spilled beer at the end of the small stage in shock, missing a step as she gaped. The man called that a throw? He threw worse than Captain did—completely sloshed!

“It’s rude to throw things at a beautiful woman!” she shouted, stepping forward to hurl the empty glass to smash to pieces at the bald man's feet. “You’re interrupting my sexy dance!”

The man continued to rant, but Fuzzy ignored him as she sought Russell back out in the crowd. He'd gotten distracted by the rude man, it seemed, because he'd turned his attention to his drink instead of staring at her.

Fuzzy wished she had another glass to throw at the bald man, but she didn't have time to take one from someone else. She had to up her game if she wanted Russell to march over and steal her away from the jealous crowd!

“Good, then stop dancin'!” another man shouted as she moved back into position to continue her dance. “Yer ruinin’ our meal!”

Of course she was ruining their meal, she realized. She was so gorgeous that they’d rather have her instead!

“That’s too bad!” she called out as she continued to dance around the stage, this time adding twirls and leaps and bounces as she tried to recapture Russell’s attention. “Because I belong to someone so you can’t have me!”

“Gawd who would want ye?” the man snapped back. “I take pity on ‘is soul if 'e’s stuck wit’ ye!”

She scowled back at the man, ready to stop over and rip every hair of his mustache out. How dare he insult Russell like that!

However, before she could reach the end of the stage, a glass came hurling at her. This one, she realized, wasn't going to richoet harmlessly off of the stage. It was going to hit her directly.

Russell suddenly stood before her, glaring out into the crowd as he knocked the glass out of the way with the hilt of his sword. “This is how you’re treating a woman?” he growled, as Fuzzy flushed with pleasure. He'd protected her!

Before she could even blink, the rest of the Sirius crew was standing beside her as Russell protectively stood in front of her, blocking her view of the tavern floor. Eduardo pulled out his gun and smirked into the crowd.

“If anyone wants to throw something, go right ahead. I’ve been meaning to test out my new gun…” Eduardo chuckled darkly.

“I’m always happy to fight to defend a woman’s honor,” Morgan said with a laugh as he folded his arms across his chest. “Especially one as, ah, beautiful as this one here!”

He tried to stretch out to pull Fuzzy close, but Russell reached out to grip her arm and pull her tightly against his chest.

“Back off, Captain,” Russell said shortly. “She ain’t like the others. Leave her be.”

“If that’s how you want it, get out your swords! I can take some washed out pirates any day!” another man crowed. “You ain’t nothin’!”

Nathan smirked as he readied his weapon. “Hmph. Yer don’t know nothin’. We’re the Sirius crew.”

“And we consider it our duty to defend the honor of such lovely ladies!” Morgan added with another loud laugh, somehow managing to pull his own woman pirate into a one-armed bear hug. “So prepare to have the fight of your lives–I have a lot of practice to make up for!”

“Russell, take her out of here and make sure she gets safely back to the Rika,” Christopher added gently. 

Fuzzy almost opened her mouth to protest, but then she realized this was exactly what she wanted. The crew of the Sirius would no doubt be busy with a bar brawl for a while, leaving Fuzzy to finally get her romantic night with Russell.

With no interruptions.

“Oh, I’m about to faint!” she said loudly, pressing her hand to her forehead as she attempted to swoon dramatically.

“Fine,” Russell replied grouchily, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t keel over or nothin’.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her off stage just as the Sirius crew got rushed by the other men in the tavern. Russell then roughly dragged her out of the bar, ducking and weaving through the masses as the other pirates lunged at each other.

She couldn’t stop beaming. “I knew it would work!” she shouted happily, gripping Russell’s hand tightly they reached the paved street.

Russell stared at her suspiciously. “I thought you were sick,” he said, releasing her hand as he stopped to glare at her.

He was going to leave! That would ruin everything!!

“Ooooh,” she instantly moaned, determined to keep him holding onto her and at her side. “I’m soooo woozy and sick! I don’t know if I can walk!”

He scoffed. “I sure as hell ain’t gonna be able to carry you!” he snapped.

She placed her arms on her hips. “Sure you are! You’re so strong, Russell, and you’ll carry and protect me all the way back to the ship! I know how much you love me and—”

He covered her mouth with his hand. “Yer fine, yah crazy woman. I don’t know why I was even worried about yah.”

She couldn’t help how she beamed at him in pleasure. “You were really worried about me, Russell?”

“I wasn’t!” he instantly protested, but she could tell even in the dark that his face was bright red. “I was jus’ doing what Christopher said, that’s all.”

Now was her chance! If she moved now, he would be hers forever!

“I think I could walk to the ship on my own if I had a kiss,” she blurted.

“What is it with you and kissing?” he asked defensively. “Yer always askin’ for them!”

She pouted. “I just want a kiss from the man I love,” she grumbled. “Nothing I do ever works out right! I spent days planning on how to get you alone, and now that we are, you aren’t even looking at me! I even danced my sexiest dance for you and all I wanted was at least one kiss if not your body and—”

Russell’s lips suddenly covered her own as he pushed her back against the wall of the tavern, kissing her deeply as his tongue moved into gently stroke her own. “I ain’t kissing you 'cause I want to or anything,” he said against her lips as he slowly ended the kiss. “It’s just 'cause I don’t want to carry you or hear Doc complain that I didn’t take care of you or nothin’. Got that?”

She reached out to grip his shirt collar and tugged him right back into another kiss. “Shut up and kiss me like you mean it,” she commanded, pressing into him.

His eyes widened, but then his face suddenly grew serious. “Like I mean it…?” he repeated. “Fine. I’ll give you a kiss you’ll never forget, and then you’ll never ask for one again.”

He shoved her roughly back against the wall, and then reached out to pin her arms to the wall with one hand.

“I don’t want to hear any complainin’, either, 'cause you asked for this,” he added, before pressing his body flush against hers.

His aroused body, because she felt every hard inch of him, and she almost couldn’t contain her glee.

Before she could reply, however, he was kissing her so hard her lips would probably be bruised. His other hand moved to grip her head and move her head as he wanted but she didn’t even try to get free.

This was exactly where she wanted to be.

His lips, tongue and teeth all dove into the kiss, licking, sucking, and biting on her lips and tongue, and all she wanted was more, because she was finally seeing the real Russell. A man who wanted her above everything else, and she liked it.

His hand left her hand and moved to grope her breast through her scraps of cloth, thumbing her nipple occasionally as she tried and failed to arch into the touch.

She was completely pinned by the man she loved and she felt her whole body flush with pleasure.

“Please, Russell,” she begged as his lips moved to suck and bite down on her shoulder. “Please!”

He pulled back slowly, and she noticed with pleasure that he was panting and flushed.

“No. I promised to take you back to the Rika, and that’s what I’m going to do,” he said roughly, but as he pulled away, his hand gently laced with her own fingers, and she knew right then that he wouldn’t be leaving the Rika that night.

Because he never promised he wouldn’t keep her there.

She had a smirk on her face all the way back to her ship.