The long braids of her hair, dark and tight and filled with the sweet scent of oil, and the curves of her hips and breasts followed Charles into his dreams – he saw her cross the deck of the Ranger in his mind, turning to him with dark eyes so bright he felt himself almost become a pane of glass, all his flaws and failures laid bare before her, only to be dismissed as she touched his cheek with her hand…
He woke with sweat on his forehead, his chest heavy as the woman at his side sighed heavily in her sleep, the knowledge of payment and safety letting her sleep deeply by the side of one of the most feared men in the Bahamas.
Charles took a lock of his own hair in hand and toyed with it, twirling it around his finger and picturing the princess’ face in his mind as he closed his eyes again; her eyes seemed to swim into his thoughts again, this time warm and welcoming as she opened her arms to him and beckoned him back to sleep.
Madi/Charles?
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Meg's Mumbles 