The door opened behind Merri and Wil half stumbled through. His captain's quarters were a simple affair and the plain king bed was bolted to the wall behind them. Above it were two simple windows, through which the last rays of the sun filtered through, a waxing moon and glittering stars following.
The cabin always smelled of wood and leather. Old mementos of crew members and journeys peppered the walls still. For once, the bed was made and Wil laid Merri down on his finest linens - a soft coeurl skin. It was there that he did his best to give Merri a first time to remember.
What Wil would remember best was after, as they curled into one another on his deck, wrapped in a soft blanket on a hammock while Wil waited for their dinner to cook. Later tugging on the blanket, playing with him, teasing him that he was worried the moon would see him naked. They ate grilled pineapple and meat. Later while Merri slept, Wil would -as gently as he could- start the Love moving again and heading back to the city.
The flight back was just as stunning as the flight there in the early morning sun. It was hard for Wil to appreciate it though with what had happened last night. Enough to put a grin on a man's face, if not to soothe his aching backside. After his meetings, Wil would let Merri put some potion on it for him, he thought, watching the rising sun with tired eyes.