You blinked. Rubbed your eyes, then blinked again.

That wasn't right. There was just no way fate was that cruel. So cruel that it would decide to put you on Noon Watch, for several hours, in the tiny crow's nest at the very top of the ship (where no one could hear you unless you screamed) with KILLER.

Have you not dealt with enough?? Have you not suffered a thousand times over?!! First he continues to torment your everyday life by groping and pinching you, then he breaks the rules and goes into your room without your permission (to grope and pinch), THEN you're caught playing with his hair by the whole crew!!! It had been the most humiliating thing to ever happen to you and you had just wanted to hide until the whole thing was forgotten.

But now life wanted to kick you while you were down. Kick you over and over before spitting in your face.

You reread the list again and held in your groan, wanting to snatch it off the wall and rip it to pieces!!

"Aw damn it, I'm on watch with Heat." One of your crewmates was reading over the list, nervousness clear on his face as he realized who his Watch partner for the day was. He almost looked as upset as you did...

"I'm just not ready to face him, he's still mad at me..."

You blinked, remembering this man had inadvertently insulted the fire-breather just a week before. You hadn't been there to see it, but from what you'd heard, he'd told a really bad joke about circus people and fire breathers and there was something about clowns...? It wasn't important, the fact was, it had upset Heat enough to just outright ignore the man and it had gotten to the point to where some of the crew worried if Heat would ever forgive him.

It was kind of silly, but you didn't try to get involved like the rest of the crew. You weren't really sure what to do in those kinds of situations...but then an idea came to you and you acted quickly, slinging an arm over the shorter man's shoulders and giving him concerned eyes. "I'm sorry. I can't believe he's still ignoring you."

The man groaned and held his head, "I didn't mean tooooo....it was just a joke!!"

You gave his shoulder a squeeze, "There, there...Maybe he just needs more space?"

Your crewmate looked at you, face distraught, "That's gonna be hard when we have to spend four hours together on the Night Shift!!"

"True," You gave him a thoughtful expression before your face lit up in fake enthusiasm. "Oh! I know! You and me can trade watches!"

He stopped his moaning and looked at you with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe his luck. "R-Really?!"

You nodded, giving him a wide grin. "You two just need more time! I can take one for the team and work tonight!"

The man cried out in relief before pulling you into a hug, thanking you a thousand times over before running off. You watched him go with a wide grin, mentally congratulating yourself for your quick thinking. Sure, Night Watch sucked, but it was better then spending hours with Killer alone.

You whistled as you went down the hallway, looking a bit smug now at finally beating fate at it's own game.

~~~

The first thing you saw when arriving in the crow's nest was a mop of yellow. Long, luxurious golden-yellow that was too magnificent for words. Even in the dark of night you could spot Killer's hair from miles away. The way it shined and how it felt between your fingers...

And there was Killer, leaning against the edge of the wooden barrier with his arms crossed and just staring at you, looking all cocky and superior and just EVERYTHING!!

"You're late."

You twitched, hesitantly climbed into the crow's nest and moved as far away from the first mate as you could. It was pretty hard to do considering the tiny lookout point could, just maybe, squeeze one more person into it. Just two steps to the left and you would be bumping into the man and falling into his strong arms, his large form pulling you close as he moved to hold your cheek, brushing it gently before he would take off his mask and lean in... You had to shake the thought from your mind, confused as to why it had even formed. But you kept your attention on Killer, not wishing to be distracted.

"I-I thought you had Noon Watch?"

Killer shrugged, turning to look out across the ocean. "Heat needs to talk to his friend, so I switched with him."

Tch! More like he overheard you planning to switch and did so as well - the sneak!

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself while also trying to think of a way out of this. Not only had your plan failed, but you had made it worse for yourself. 

Noon watch had at least people walking around on deck, awake and ready to come to your aid if you needed them. Night Watch was a time where everyone was fast asleep, and it was very, very dark. The only light you had was the full moon that was being blocked by the large clouds painting the sky tonight. And even if it had been a clear night tonight, you were sure it would only barely show the first mate across from you. 

So you had to be watchful, because not only would no one save you, you wouldn't be able to see him coming.

You stepped over to the furtherest part of the crow's nest, the whole platform round and held up by the main mast of the ship; it's thick wooden beam going right through the middle of the lookout area and taking away much needed space. You got into position to where the main mast was blocking your view of Killer, giving you the wonderful illusion that he wasn't even there. You were sure that any move he made would be immediately noticeable, so you had nothing to fear about him coming at you. It made you feel a little more at ease, but not enough to know he wasn't still there, watching you.

You placed your hands on the wooden railing and looked out in some random direction, feeling a chilly breeze brush over you.

You just had to get through a few hours, you knew you could do it. Besides, you both had a job to do and he wouldn't compromise that by doing something drastic-

Something gently touched your back, making you jump and look over your shoulder in horror at the sight of Killer standing right behind you. You gave him an incredulous look, wondering what the hell he just did and how he had been so damn quiet-!?!

"Sorry, there was something on your back."

You blinked, took a deep breath and blinked again. Throat dry and hands gripping the railing like a lifeline, you pushed yourself a little closer to the side and further from the tall, muscular man.

He moved closer, making you tense and worried until you felt a long stroke down your back, this time with more pressure and intent for attention. You looked at his mask, glare now present on your face.

"It's still there." Killer mused, watching you go from angry to nervous once more.

This man....THIS BASTARD!! He was using your excuse against you!! Just like when you said something was in his hair, he was using the same excuse to touch you!! You had been covering your butt out of embarrassment, but he was doing this on purpose and not even trying to hide his true purpose!!

You quickly tried to sidle away but his arm shot out, blocking your escape route as his hand gripped the railing on the other side of you. You gave him a quick glance before trying to go the other way, but he placed his other hand there too, effectively trapping you and deliberately pushing you into the railing until it was clear you had to push yourself close to his body or else you'd have to worry about falling over the side and onto the deck of the ship.

His hard chest was now pressed against your cheek, warm and broad and making your face feel flushed. You could even hear an echo of his heartbeat, ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. Your own body was starting to feel hot, nervous energy making you wiggle and twitch, but it only made his form all the more noticeable to you. You tried to push him away, your hands resting on his firm chest and feeling the muscles tense slightly under your pressure. To battle this, his arms slowly closed until you were wrapped in an embrace, one arm hugging you even closer while his long leg slid between your own and you felt a light pressure of his thigh pushing into your groin.

One of Killer's arms moved to rest around your waist, solid and unyielding, he kept you still while his free hand moved to stroke your back. Your face was pressed even closer into his chest, making you unable to see his mask or head movements and giving you no indication as to what he was thinking. He now dragged his hand down from the very nape of your neck and all the way to the curve of your hip, pressure just strong enough to make you notice but light enough to send a thousand tingles through out your body. Each time he did this made you feel like sparks were shooting off inside you, the electricity firing across every nerve and making your legs tremble.

"Sorry, I just can't seem to get it off," He murmured, now sneaking his palm lazily under your shirt. His cold hand made you gasp and arch into him, regretting it instantly when you felt his leg shift closer into your own, thigh brushing against your groin and causing you to shutter. Killer didn't make a move, just waited a few moments before touching your back again, hand still a bit cold and making you wiggle slightly until it started to slowly brush up your spine; the action making you dig your fingers into the front of his shirt in an attempt to hold on or you'd surely topple over. His large hand spread out a little, trying to cover as much of your back as he continued to nonchalantly move up, this only serving to make you grip him harder as your body grew weak with pleasure. 

His palm was callous and rough, but it still felt sinful against your skin. He was going so slow too, inching ever closer to your bra until his thumb hooked into the strap and gave it a gentle tug. You trembled, face now buried into his chest while your hands dug into his shirt, too far gone to realize the seducing had come this far.

Killer hummed out loud, giving the strap another tug and making your chest feel a little tight. He leaned down and nuzzled his mask gently into the top of your head, soft and affectionate, almost as if you could really feel his lips kiss your hair. You melted, literally going weak in his arms and from such a simple gesture. He chuckled and in one smooth motion, unhooked your strap with just his thumb. You weren't sure how he had done it and you were positive you never find out where he learned such a trick; but you doubted you'd remember to ask after all of this...

Your bra loosened and you quickly pushed yourself even closer, doing it to stop your ladies from coming out of their home. It was not a good idea to be naked and vulnerable around this man. You knew it would spell your doom if you allowed him to-

You gasped, feeling his palm drag up your back once more, taking the hem of your shirt with him and making it go higher and higher until you were sure the bottom of your escaping breasts were showing. 

Face red, you found yourself looking up into Killer's mask, breathing labored and skin hot as he pushed your shirt up just a little further, further and further and further until you were sure the shirt would be discarded any second. He leaned in, as if wanting a closer look at your reaction as he casually moved his hand sideways to your front. 

But he didn't get much further, even with you like putty in his arms and not fighting back one bit.

No, that was because you had heard someone coming up the ladder, promptly reminding you of what was happening. You caught your breath, your vision came into focus and you did the only thing that came to mind. You pushed Killer away, actually surprised when he let go so easily and move to lean against the main mast with his arms crossed and his stance relaxed. You didn't have time to dwell on this though, not when you were almost half naked. You sputtered when you felt the breeze tickle your bare skin and hastily pulled down your shirt, adjusting your bra to where it looked normal and cursing that you didn't have time to connect the hooks.

Killer watched with slight amusement before turning to see who had made it up, a man appearing at the top of the ladder and climbing into the lookout.

You realized, despite your hazy and nervous state, that it was the same man you had convinced to trade shifts with.

"Sorry," He said while dusting off his pants. "I couldn't sleep and it got me thinking..."

He looked up and frowned, not at all noticing the two of you staring at him, "I can't avoid Heat forever. I'm going to talk to him."

You blinked, stunned he had come out here for that. He could have just talked to Heat another time, he didn't have to come and interrupt-!! You found yourself blushing at the line of thought, scolding yourself and wondering where it had even come from. You hated Killer!! He was a jerk and a show off and cocky and a great kisser. 

You froze, unable to believe you had just thought that about the man. 

Completely red all over you sprung into action and rushed forward, patting your crewmate on the arm, told him to go for it, then zoomed down the ladder and out of sight. Killer watched you leave without a word, a bit frustrated that it had been going so well until this idiot decided to interrupt.

"Oh, Killer? I thought Heat was...?"

"I traded shifts with him," The first mate rumbled, somehow looking nonchalant despite previous events.

The man was silent a moment then scowled, turning to the railing and slamming his hands down. "Damn it!! I got up for nothing!!!"

Killer had to resist the urge to push him over the side.