Crow's Nest

This is my first fanfiction with smut so please excuse the innocence...hee hee...set in season one!


Crow's Nest

Chapter One:

Sinbad stretched his arms carefully over his head as he watched Rongar heading up to take the Crow's Nest watch for the day. Happily, Sinbad yawned as he headed off towards his cabin. As he closed the door, he leaned against it. "Slow night," he whispered as he headed to his bed and plopped face down onto it.

A knock from the door caused the young captain to groan. "Who is it?"

"It's me," a familiar female voice called from the other side.

"Maeve," he whispered as he slowly climbed out of his bed and opened the door to reveal the redheaded sorceror's apprentice. "To what do I owe this visit?"

Maeve smiled sweetly at him. Sinbad looked exhausted and his clothes were wrinkled but his eyes showed his playfulness that never faultered. "I came to see if you are feeling alright."

Sinbad raised an eyebrow at the woman. "I'm fine."

Maeve nodded, suddenly regretting her decision of coming to his room. "I thought...well, I was able to find this oil in the chest you gave me and I thought that perhaps I could relax your muscles so you can sleep easier."

Sinbad's heart skipped a beat. Was Maeve willing to give him a massage when she was still embarrassed because of their kiss? Nodding slowly, he stepped back to let her in the room. Taking a deep breath, Maeve moved into the room and motioned to the bed.

"If you'd lie down," Maeve whispered, her nervousness apparent. Sinbad slowly shut the door making sure to lock it and walked over to the bed, taking off his shirt as he did. Maeve sucked in another breath as she stared at the back of the captain. It always amazed her how many muscles the male body had. But then again, Maeve had only ever really seen one man near naked and it was the man in front of her lying down on his own bed. Maeve felt her cheeks redden and tried to get her mind on the task at hand. It was because of her that he took her watch in the crow's nest. She wasn't very fond of heights and he had climbed up there without a second thought.

Opening the jar, she dipped her hands into the oil and set the jar onto the nightstand. Slowly, she ran her oil filled hands over Sinbad's back, massaging it into his shoulder blades and down his spine.

Sinbad moaned softly making Maeve stop. His head flew up from the bed to look at her. Her soft eyes were full of worry. "Did I hurt you?"

Sinbad chuckled. "No it was feeling rather good. Please don't stop."

Maeve nodded and began massaging his back again. She smiled softly as he moaned once more and laid his head down on the bed again.

As her hands got lower, her mind started drifting. This is what she wanted to do. To thank him for stepping in when she needed him...but then again she couldn't remember a time when he didn't jump in to help her. Glancing at his head, she nearly jumped when she saw Sinbad watching her.

"What were you thinking just then?" he asked quietly.

"It's not important."

"Your eyes glazed over and you had a smile on your face. Seems pretty important to me."

Maeve rolled her eyes. "Fine, I was thinking that...well...thanks for taking my shift."

Sinbad smirked. "Well, it was worth this treatment. If you are willing to give me a massage after everything I do for you, then I will do a lot more." He winked at her and Maeve felt her heart skip a beat.

Noticing that his back was completely covered in the oil, she started to move away from him.

Sinbad instinctively moved onto his back and smiled at her before closing his eyes obviously trying to get her to rub his chest as well.

Maeve hesitated before taking the bait and covered her hands with the oil once again. As she looked at his chest, she couldn't help the reddening of her cheeks. This was the man who was always there for her when no other man had ever been. She couldn't trust him with her heart because she feared he wouldn't care for her back. He had the knack of winning the hearts of many other women especially when they went into new towns. But he never stayed with them. He always came back to the Nomad. It was his home. Even though, he always went the distance to rescue her she fully believed it was because she was a part of his crew not because he loved her. The incident with Vincenzo was proof for that.

Sighing, she rubbed the oil into his skin. She tried to keep her mind off of Sinbad. But with his body under her fingers and the thought of going lower made her turn away from him. Perhaps a nice cold bath would calm the stirrings in her abdomen. As her eyes rested on Sinbad's crotch, his hand flew to her hands which seemed to have a mind of their own. To her utter disbelief they had followed her eyes!

"Maeve?"

Maeve slowly turned to look at him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come," she said quickly as she turned to leave. Sinbad held onto her hands as he sat up.

Sinbad slowly turned her face towards his allowing their lips to meet for a secong before pulling away. "Thank you for massaging me. I feel much more relaxed."

Maeve nodded, avoiding making eye contact. How could she have touched...? She moved her hands from his and put the lid on the jar. "You're welcome, Sinbad."

"Maeve, please don't go."

Maeve looked at him in shock. Did he just ask her to stay? Even after what she had just did? "Why?"

Sinbad slowly licked his lips as he took the jar from her hands and set it back on the stand. He didn't fully know what he was doing. He knew that Maeve would run for her cabin if he made the wrong move. But she was just so beautiful standing in front of him blushing profusely. He knew that Maeve was very shy but his heart told him that he loved her more than anything.

Maeve watched him lick his lips for a second time, entranced upon his tongue. Oh, to have that tongue run over her body. Without a second thought, she moved forward and placed her lips against his. Her heart fluttered as he deepened the kiss. Pulling back slowly, she whispered, "I love you, Sinbad."

Sinbad's eyes flew open. How long had he wished she'd say that? "I am in love with you, Maeve. You're all I ever think about." He looked her in the eyes trying to prove how sincere he was about that. Maeve bit her lip as she tried to understand what just happened. Did she truly just admit her feelings? Did he tell her how he felt?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she knew that this was probably a dream, a really good one for in real life she doubted that Sinbad truly felt this way about her. As she lowered her lips to his once more, she opened her mouth and was shocked at the feel of his tongue on her lips. Opening her mouth wider, his tongue flew into her mouth, massaging hers.

Maeve moaned into Sinbad's mouth as his hands started pulling at the strings holding her dress together. In a matter of moments, her dress was pooled at her feet and she stepped out of her boots. "Sinbad," she whispered.

He lifted her off of her feet and laid her next to him on the bed. "Maeve," he whispered as he smiled into her eyes. "I've dreamt of this."

Maeve smiled back at him. As he turned and pulled off his pants and boots, she took a deep breath. This is what she wanted. Him. The man who loved her. As he turned back to her, her eyes traveled to his back where the oil glistened. She moved a little more closer to the wall so he would have room to lay down next to her. To her utter surprise, when he turned towards her, he covered her fully with his body.

Needing his mouth on hers Maeve ran a hand through his brown locks and pulled his lips to hers in a frenzy kiss. Sinbad elicited gasps from his beauty when his hands began to wonder over her arms and neck.

"Sinbad," Maeve whispered as she felt a strange sensation between her legs. A sensation she was foreign to. "I feel...I feel..."

"Shh," Sinbad whispered back. "I know what you need. Let me touch you." Maeve sighed as she tried to relax. The feeling between her legs was increasing. As Maeve's hands slowly roamed the captain's back and hair Sinbad's hands slowly covered each of her breasts.

Maeve's head was swimming with arousal, something she had no idea was like this. Of course she had heard stories about men and women activities, but it was one thing to hear and quite another to experience them.

Sinbad tried to keep his arousal in check. He didn't want to scare Maeve away and he was afraid that he would if he wasn't careful. He glanced at her eyes and to his surprise they were glazed over with lust. Smiling to himself, he was amazed that he could make her feel this way. Taking his time, he lowered a hand across her stomach and lower to where he knew she ached for him.

With a sudden movement, Sinbad parted her legs and stroked the mound in between.

"Sinbad," Maeve whispered as her eyes lazily focused on him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm pleasuring you, my love. Relax, you will enjoy it, I promise," he replied before his mouth covered her vacated breast. Maeve gasped as his tongue circled her nipple and flicked it. So this was what it was like to be in Sinbad's bed. Maeve tried to focus on something else, afraid that if she thought about his many ladies she would force him off of her.

Sinbad parted her lips with a finger before stroking her again. With a slow fluid movement, he entered a finger into her hot wet entrance. A gasp escaped Maeve's lips and then a moan. "Sinbad," she whispered again before closing her eyes, her hands falling to the sheets of the bed. Her fists clenched the sheets tightly.

She was close. Sinbad knew that before he entered her he wanted her to have her first orgasm. He wanted her to know pleasure and to make sure that she was ready. He knew he wasn't a large man when it came to his penis, but he would cause her pain for he knew she was a virgin.

Maeve was floating on a cloud of amazement. The sounds coming from her mouth were getting louder. Sinbad's wicked finger was joined with another. He stroked her faster and faster with his fingers while his mouth suckled her breast. It was incredible! And then it happened. Maeve began to shake all over before a cry of ecstacy escaped her parted lips.

Before she had time to recover, she felt Sinbad's fingers leave her and something else position itself outside her entrance. Her eyes flew open and locked onto the sea blue eyes of her lover.

"Are you sure?" Sinbad whispered knowing that this was the last chance for her to turn away from him. Her green eyes widened slightly. She knew what was coming. They both did. Slowly, she nodded her head.

"Positive, Captain," she replied. He had to do it quickly to cause the least amout of pain. Taking a deep breath, Sinbad covered her lips with his as he thrust himself into her tearing her barrier. Maeve's cry of pain was swallowed by Sinbad's mouth.

Sinbad forced himself to stop moving, to keep still so she would grow accustomed to his length and his thickness. The waiting was torment for him because she felt so good, so tight.

Maeve's eyes were closed tightly as she tried to relax herself. From the stories she had known it would hurt, but god did it hurt! She forced herself to slow her breathing.

As soon as he sensed her tension leave, Sinbad began to move, slow shallow strokes at first until he felt Maeve's knees bend so he could go deeper. He kissed the top of Maeve's nose before he began to speed up.

Maeve felt the same feeling between her legs again, only this time hitting her full force. How could she not have known this experience was this pleasurable? Her confidence returned and she wrapped her long arms around Sinbad, holding him to her as she found herself at ecstacy's door once again.

Sinbad's body suddenly shook and a look of animalistic pleasure crossed his face as Maeve felt herself being filled with warm liquid. "Maeve, I love you," Sinbad whispered as he came back down off of his cloud and rolled off of her onto his back. Instantly the redhead was curled up beside him.

"Wow," they both whispered at the same time.