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Izzy aches and there's this spot in his back that he NEEDS cracked. It's distracting. It's all he can think about. If he can sneak away, maybe he can-
"First Mate Hands, a word."
"Sir." Izzy responds with a nod, following Bonnet to the Captain's cabin.
Bonnet fixed him with an appraising look once the door closed.
"Is something wrong, Izzy?" He paused, seemingly afraid to overstep their carefully forged bounds. "You seem...off."
Izzy wasn't sure what unnerved him more, that Bonnet noticed or that he spoke up.
"I'm fine, Sir." Izzy kept his head down, eyes averted. (Show deference to your Captain, dog).
He heard the tsk, tamped down the urge to speak back. Then Bonnet was urging his chin up.
"Izzy, it's just us. We're not playing right now. You can tell me."
Bonnet smiled gently.
"Reward your Captain for paying attention."
Fuck, he had said Bonnet was getting better at knowing when the crew needed something.
"It's really nothing important. I just have a kink in my back that's a bit painful."
"Ah, well. Thank you for telling me, Izzy."
"It may not be dire, but I'd say your wellbeing is important. Lay down for me, Dear, I think I can help."
Izzy was befuddled, but laid down on the floor as requested.
"Where are you hurting, Izzy?"
"Middle, right below my shoulders."
Izzy tensed. Was that...Bonnet's foot?
"Relax, Izzy, let me help."
The pressure intensified as he dug in with his heel. It was painful. It was glorious. He felt the crack through his whole body.
A moan leapt from his throat unbidden.
"Good?" Bonnet asked with a giggle.
Izzy was blissfully loose under Stede's weight.
"Yeah"
Bonnet stepped off and Izzy missed the pressure immediately.
Bonnet took his hand and helped him up.
"I'm happy to help however I can, Izzy. You need only ask."
Izzy nodded. "Thank you, Sir."

-end-

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The door closes with a click and Stede slides down it to the floor. There's hard days and then there's days like today and he wonders again if it's worth it to keep going. He closes his eyes and imagines the water and sun and feeling his body moving with the current.
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Stede opens one eye and peers up.
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Stede takes the offerings, sets them on the floor and pulls Ed down into his arms.
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Stede feels Ed's lips on his neck and the warmth of his body leeching into his own.
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It's muttered into his neck in warm puffs.
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He pulls Stede to him, kisses his wet lips and murmurs 'marry me' into his neck, embarrassed by the rush of emotion he feels. Stede stills then urges Izzy's face up and meets his eyes. 'Really?' He asks so earnestly, all Izzy can do is nod and fish the ring out of his pocket.
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The smoke curls as it escapes his nose, and Roach thinks of dragons. He's older, graying, and a bit shabby in the way Roach finds enticing. He finishes his cigarette and Roach follows it down, watches him stamp it out with big black boots. He looks back up and their eyes meet.
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