((A stupid little smut thing to get it out of my brain also I can focus on important things.))
((Content warnings: Oral sex (f recieving), vaginal sex, excessive sappiness, Ace bullying (brief and at the beginning).))
((NSFW UNDER THE CUT! NO MINORS OR UNDER 18!!!)))
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”
Thatch watched Ruth’s expression change, like she’d realized that she’d been staring off into space. He leaned onto the railing beside her, tankard in own hand, and watched her turn to look at him.
“Maybe I’d like to be. I’m not really a party person, after all.”
Ah. He could understand that, the noise of the crew could be a bit grating after a while. She let out a long, low sigh, and pushed herself off the rail with both hands.
“Besides, it’s not like anyone would accompany me back to my cabin- not this early into the festivities.”
Thatch had to resist the urge to hurl his tankard at Marco’s head at that. He and Ruth had been exclusive for a few months now, but actually having sex was hard when you were getting dragged ten different ways by a pirate crew. The nights spent celebrating were some of the few where Thatch wasn’t on duty as a commander, and he felt the sharp grin sneak across his face.
“Now, who’s saying that, darlin’?”
“Mmm. Ace mentioned something about it being too early to head in. It’d be a pity if someone were to prove him-“
She didn’t even get the entire sentence out before he’d scooped her into his arms bridal style, tankard dangling from a few fingers. He didn’t even have to say anything, she met his eyes and smirked just as knowingly. He felt a hand slip down and grab the tankard, and the next thing he knew it was flying across the deck to hit Ace upside the head.
“My room’s off limits for tonight, idiots!”
“Wh- I DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!”
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By the time they’d gotten back to Ruth’s room, Thatch’s hair had come down, from a combination of a hard day’s work and Ruth’s fingers burying themselves in it as she kissed him hard enough that it was going to leave marks. He’d live with that. As he fumbled for the doorknob, hand slipping off the cold metal a few times before it swung open, one of her hands slipped down to his chin.
“Been too long, Thatch?”
“Don’t tempt me. You remember-“
“Cucumber.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. As soon as he was clear, he kicked the door shut behind him and deposited Ruth in the bed, his hands finding the waistline of her pants and tugging them downwards.
“Thatch-“
“Leave it to me, sugar. It’s my fault I let you be for this long-“
She almost started to say something, only for the air to leave her lungs as he got the fabric over her hips and leaned forward, tongue parting her folds and finding her already wet. Instead, Ruth let out a hiss, the fingers in his hair tightening, and he took that as a good sign. Thatch had been told he was good at oral- regardless of what his partner was packing. But Ruth had the exact sort of reaction he loved the most, the desperate attempts to muffle sounds of pleasure that would eventually give way.
“Fuck- Thatch, don’t tease me-“
He couldn’t help but find that amusing. If she hadn’t wanted him to tease her, she'd had plenty of opportunities to say it. Every other word was cut off by a sharp gasp, as he dragged his tongue upwards and eventually rolled over her clit. The fingers in his hair tightened further, and he pulled away, wiping his face with one hand while bringing the other down to his own waistband.
“You want me to take your shirt-“
“No, just… leave it. Please.”
Even with the need leeching into her voice, the conviction in that statement had him nodding. Instead, he leaned down over her, kissing along the exposed collarbone before moving up her neck.
“Alright. You want to go on top, or-“
He felt her nod at that, and let out a hum.
“Words, love.”
“Yes- on top is fine, just-“
She hissed when he shifted her upwards, letting himself lay back on the bed, cock exposed and erect. His hands found her hips, and waited until she’d kicked off her pants.
“Take it slow. You’ll hurt yourself, pretty thing.”
He saw the look of annoyance that flash across her features at that, but she didn’t protest. Just let him guide her downwards, and they both groaned when his tip caught on her folds. He could feel her body trying to push downwards, more an unconscious reaction than anything, but his grip prevented her from moving too quickly. As he guided her down, he remained fixated on her face, as bared teeth slowly gave way to a more relaxed expression. By the time her hips met his own, she’d let the look of contentment take over, and he let one hand rise to cup her cheek.
“I’m going to move, okay. Nice and slow.”
She nodded, and he rolled up into her, prompting a whine and one of her hands finding his forearm.
“You’re doing so well, alright? I’m glad you trust me to do this with you-“
He brushed his thumb through her hair, watched her expression tighten as she got close. He felt it too, like rope coiling too tightly in his gut, and just managed to ask if she wanted him to pull out.
“No! No- it’s fine, it’s fine just please, please please-“
It was at that moment that she came, and he came barreling down right behind her, grip on her hip tightening and hand falling to the bed as he rode it out. They were left there, panting and tender, for a moment, before Ruth spoke again.
“Thank you.”
“Hey, we aren’t done yet. Let me go get something to clean you up with.”
He rolled over as carefully as possible, pulling out equally gently, though Ruth still groaned as he did it.
“Don’t leave-“
“I’ll be back in no time, lover. Can’t let you sit in all that.”
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The next morning, Thatch realized when he woke up and saw the sun that he had slept in. For a moment, he was overcome with horror, mostly for his division having to deal with Ace by themselves, until he moved and something moved beside him. When he paused, and turned, Ruth was laying in bed beside him, the blanket pulled up over her shoulders in a silent battle against his movement.
“Sorry, sugar.”
He whispered, leaning down and kissing her cheek. She murmured something at that, but he couldn’t make it out. Before he could get out of bed, the door to the room creaked open quietly to reveal Marco.
“I covered breakfast. Stay with her, yoi.”
The first mate nodded knowingly, and Thatch just nodded back, like his brain had melted. When Marco closed the door, he laid back down, placing one hand over Ruth’s shoulder.
“Thought you’d have to be up…”
She mumbled, barley coherent through sleep and pillows, and he chuckled.
“Old mother hen covered for me. I can stay a while longer.”
There was a slight laugh when he leaned down to kiss her neck, and she rolled over, her hand finding his face.
“Right where I want you.”
