Heat of the Night

Once again, I do not own The Adventures of Sinbad! Stop depressing me already!

Title: Heat of the Night
Summary: Set in season one of AoS. Maeve is still on the Nomad and I thought the kiss in "The Village Vanishes" wasn't enough for the redheaded sorcerer's apprentice.
Pairing: Maeve/Sinbad
FYI: The first part has some background information so you've been warned, LOL.

Heat of the Night:


Maeve watched silently as the sun set on yet another day on the Nomad. It had been months since she first stepped onto this ship yet it felt as if it had been years. Maeve couldn't lie about how she felt about being away at sea. She grew up in Eire where everyone she knew was a farmer. The sea had called to her when her brother had been cursed into becoming a hawk for the rest of his life by the beautiful yet dangerous Rumina.

It took a few years but Maeve finally tracked down a wise sorcerer named Dim Dim who began to train her in the art of white magic. Now that her master was missing, Maeve knew she had to concentrate even harder to master her own magic so that one day she could defeat Rumina as she had pledged to do so many years ago.

Glancing up at the orange hued sky, Maeve sighed. Life on the Nomad hadn't been what she had expected when embarking on this adventure. Maeve had sworn off love and her own happiness the day she set out to save her brother so she was reluctant to befriend the cad of a captain, the young Sinbad. He was a handsome man with brown hair and sea green eyes that seemed to see into her very soul. Whenever she looked upon him she'd get a tingling sensation in her abdomen. At first she had believed it to be disgust by his roguish behavior, but of late she could only think about the passionate kiss the two of them had shared. His eyes were always wandering down to her lips, breasts, and even lower whenever she spoke sending shivers down her spine. The only way she could relieve it would be to get away from him as soon as possible. Unfortunately, sometimes that meant she had to go down to her cabin where Sinbad's face would taunt her until she would fall into an uneasy night of rest.

That wouldn't happen today. No, Maeve told herself, she would have to face him sooner or later considering the last time she had run to hide in her cabin...her body had reacted in a peculiar way. Sure she knew of the ways between man and woman but when she woke up in the middle of the night panting and drenched in sweat she was shocked to find her hand had wandered down to the spot between her legs. Thinking of Sinbad had caused her to do the unimaginable! She had touched herself and all she could think of lately was how wonderful it felt and how she wanted the captain's hand to touch her there.

Shaking her head, Maeve turned to head back down to her cabin when the devil himself walked up to her.

"Maeve, what's wrong? Your face is nearly as red as your hair," Sinbad lightly teased. Maeve didn't know what to say to him so she leaned against the railing of the ship and shrugged slightly, looking down at the floorboards of the deck.

"I was wondering if we could talk, Maeve." He had whispered her name as he moved closer to her. His body was nearly touching hers as his right side leaned against the rail and his face lowered towards Maeve's flushed one.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked calmly.

"About the kiss."

Maeve's face turned even brighter at the thought. The tingly between her legs began once more as she slowly looked into Sinbad's eyes. Trying not to think about running to her cabin to touch herself, she steeled herself from his eyes and swallowed slowly. "It was just a kiss."

"No, it was more than that, Maeve and you know that," he replied easily. His right hand started to trace slow circles on the railing as he continued, "It felt natural, right."

"It did not. It was in the heat of the moment when we both had assumed we would have died. Besides, you kissed Cassandra later on that night." Maeve cringed at the underlining jealously in her voice. Sinbad was handsome but he most certainly wasn't known for his faithfulness towards a woman. "And it wasn't more than a kiss. I've kissed many men." Maeve glanced down at his traveling hand trying to distract herself from the heat Sinbad's body imminated from mere inches from her. Taking a steadying breath, she glanced away from him entirely to watch the moon start to rise in the distance.

"If the kiss meant nothing then why don't we do it again?"

Maeve spun around towards the captain in shock. "What did you just say?"

"Well," Sinbad began, licking his lips. "Prove that the passionate, loving kiss that happened a few weeks ago was nothing more than two people wanting to show their happiness for not being dead. Kiss me here and now to prove that we don't have any pent up feelings."

"I certainly will not!" Maeve nearly hissed as she tried to calm her nerves. The aching from her abdomen was growing as the man drew closer to her. If she wasn't careful, Maeve knew she might end up touching herself here in front of the very reason for the feelings. "Sinbad, you have lost your mind. I am going to leave you now." Maeve turned to flee to her cabin, the only place that she could relieve this aching without anyone seeing. Unfortunately, as soon as she turned her back to him, Sinbad grabbed her arms and pulled her hard against his chest.

"Maeve, just one kiss. Why does it have you so nervous? Are you afraid that the kiss would prove me right that there is something between us, more than lust?"

Maeve shook her head slowly. She could feel Sinbad's arousal at her back and knew that the kiss was merely tame to what he could do with her. Biting her lower lip, Maeve tried to move away. Sinbad was too strong for her and held her tightly against his hard body, not to mention another hard part on his body.

"Maeve."

Maeve tried to free her arms but to no avail. Sighing slowly she tried to clear her mind. She could feel her body starting to sweat not to mention the juncture between her legs start to drip with desire for the man behind her. "I can't, Sinbad," she whispered hoping he would let her go so she could escape. The fear of one kiss was far from what worried her now, as she felt him shift slightly and felt his arousal move up and down her bottom. Her fear turned to that of what the kiss would lead to.

"It's just one kiss, Maeve. When we've decided who is right, I will let you go. I give you my word."

Maeve sighed inwardly as she felt him turn her around and lean her against the railing once more. His body moved closer to her once more as one of his arms circled her waist and the other lifted to cup the side of her face. "Just one kiss."

Sinbad unleashed his most devilish smile before leaning down to kiss her quivering lips. At first Maeve didn't return the kiss but after Sinbad grounded his hips into hers, she moaned unconciously. With her mouth open, Sinbad was able to slip his tongue into her hot mouth and deepen the kiss. Suddenly Maeve's head started to swim with indecent thoughts. She began to return the kiss full-heartedly putting all of her pent up sexual frustration into it letting him know that he was the cause for it all.

Sinbad's hand on her face moved slowly down to her breast, kneeding and cupping it. Maeve moaned again, the sound swallowed by his greedy mouth. "I win," he whispered as his hand traveled even further down to where Maeve's body wept for him. Slowly lifting up her skirt and sliding in past her makeshift underwear, Sinbad's fingers found her lips.

"Sinbad, no, stop!" Maeve whispered against his lips. She tried to push him off of her as the realization of the two of them being on the ship in sight of anyone on the deck. "Please...oh, please."

Sinbad smiled against the red head's mouth before pulling her into a deep kiss once more. His fingers started to move up and down her crevice, matching that of his mouth. Maeve moaned again. This is what she had wanted for so long. It shocked her that Sinbad was actually touching her, fondling her in such an intimate way. Soon the surrounding noises of the ship hitting the waves and the rising moon flew from her mind. Maeve started to move her hips to increase the pressure of his fingers on her.

"Faster," she whispered without really knowing what she was asking. Sinbad's fingers started to glide faster until his thumb reached up and began to play with the nub at the top of her quib. His forefinger slid to the opening, slowly entering her as Maeve's mind when wild.

"Sinbad, oh, right there," she whispered. He chuckled slightly as he began to finger her. His other hand had moved to the front of his own pants and opened it slightly so that his hard length was free. Gently he added a second finger into her opening, stretching her more while his other hand dropped her makeshift underwear down to around her ankles. He lifted her leg releasing the underwear from that ankle and wrapped it around his hip.

Sinbad added a third finger, stretching her more than ever. Maeve's mind was far from the realization of what was happening. All she knew was that she was close to completion, something she'd never experienced. Her hips bucked wildly against Sinbad's hand. Suddenly his hand was gone and something else was at her entrance. Her eyes opened and she tried to break the kiss. "Sinbad," she whispered in fear.

"Shh, Maeve, relax for me. It will only hurt for a moment."

Hurt?! What would hurt? Then it happened. Sinbad pushed his length into her with a quick thrust breaking her hymen. His mouth covered her cry of pain. Before he began to move again his hand sought out her little nub and rubbed it quickly. Maeve's body began to relax as Sinbad's strokes were getting quicker and shallower. Soon she was reaching the peak she had almost reached moments before.

"Sinbad, oh, oh, oh, yes," she whispered not really understanding her own words. Sinbad broke the kiss and laid his head on her shoulder as he worked faster and faster, one hand on her hip the other on her nub. Maeve's hip was trying to keep up with his pace as best as possible.

She glanced over at the dark sky over his shoulder as a light seemed to appear in the distance. Closing her eyes she climaxed for the first time in her life. Her body began to tremble all over and her walls tightened trapping his length tightly inside. She cried out only this time in ecstasy not pain. When she had calmed down finally she felt Sinbad grow stiff and something warm and sticky in her entrance. He kissed her cheek as he pulled out. Maeve glanced down at the liquid running down her long legs as Sinbad placed his now flacid length back into his pants. He looked up at her and smiled. His hand went to the side of her face stroking her cheek.

Maeve's eyes focused on his face trying to determine how he felt at that moment. Trying to see what he was thinking over what they had just done. Her body was slowly returning from the climax but at least her mind was back on track.

"Maeve. Maeve, wake up!"

She immediately jumped and began looking around her bewildered by the sound echoeing in the night. "Sinbad?" she asked as she recognized the voice. The Sinbad in front of her shrugged slightly before leaning in to kiss her. Ignoring the echoes, Maeve pulled his face closer. Her lips met his for a passionate kiss. As she pulled back, she whispered, "It was a passionate kiss. You were right."

"Whoa."

The brightness from behind Sinbad caught her attention as a candle in Sinbad's hand appeared in front of her. Her eyes widened as she saw the look of utter shock and disbelief appear on the real Sinbad's face. "What was that for?" he questioned her.

Maeve glanced at her surroundings realizing she was in her cabin with the real Sinbad shocked at her actions. "Nothing, it must have been a dream." A really good one, she added disappointedly in her mind. "What on earth are you doing in my cabin?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Sinbad shook his head as if clearing his thoughts before answering, "I was passing by when I heard you cry out. I came to investigate. Why were you dreaming of me? And what was with the kiss?"

Maeve looked away as she felt the tighting in her stomach return. If Dream Sinbad was that good then wouldn't it stand to reason that Real Sinbad would be better? Smirking mischeviously, Maeve pulled Sinbad's face in for another kiss.


~~~~~

There you go! Please review!