Claire Smut

Smut begins at about line 85.

 

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Fine! Fine, you'll have sex with her! But she had better shut up about it in the future.

 

"I understand. You do not wish your reputation as a stoic, untemptable man to be ended on my account. I will keep these events between us, if that is your desire."

 

Actually, your problem is her constant harassment. If you do this, she had better not start... you hesitate to call it flirting, but she had better not do it anymore.

 

"But Captain, what if you would like a repeat of this adventure?"

 

Adventure? No, that's not the point. You won't. You definitely won't.

 

"Do not be so certain, Captain. I am a very skilled lover and seductress."

 

She can believe whatever she likes.

 

She crosses her arm and huffs in a very exaggerated fashion. "But Captain–"

 

It's non-negotiable.

 

"Sigh," Claire says with a shake of her head. "Very well, Captain. I accept your terms. After this brutal, vicious act of primal intimacy, I will no longer bother you for your carnal attentions. Though I feel it is my duty to note that if you so please, my body will remain available to you at any time and place of your choosing."

 

Yeah, yeah. Time: never. Place: nowhere.

 

"I will desperately pray to every god of which I am aware that you one day change your opinion on this matter, Captain."

 

You tell her that the two of you should get this over with as quickly as possible, and suggest heading to your home. Since she has long since learned that you are more than willing to deceive her as to your true intentions, she won't let you out of her sight. She follows you home, attempting to cling to your arm, though you shake her off.

 

"Captain," she says wistfully, "there is no need to be so cold. We are about to become as intimate as it is possible for two people to be; you should not be so concerned over such a minor show of affection as this."

 

Yet here you are. She can leave if she doesn't like it.

 

Claire hangs her head in defeat, and avoids grabbing you again. "You are a harsh man, Captain, to leave a fair maiden with–"

 

You said, she can leave if she doesn't like it.

 

The rest of the walk passes in silence. When the two of you arrive at your house, she turns to you.

 

"Now," she says, gesturing to her purse, "I have a pair of handcuffs, some spermicidal water based lubricant, condoms of appropriate size for your girth–"

 

How does she know what's an appropriate size?

 

"I have my ways, Captain." Uh-huh. Now that you think about it, you don't actually want to know. "I also have a paddle, a blindfold, a gag, and a dildo."

 

Why? Why does she have all these things in her purse? And how do they fit?

 

"One must always be prepared, both for battle and for love."

 

That doesn't answer your second question.

 

"A lady has her secrets, Captain."

 

Claire is hardly a lady.

 

"Ah, yes," she says, closing her eyes in what appears to be pleasure. "Degradation play. Very good, Captain. Truly, you are a skilled lover. Do you want to use one or more of these items in the rough, tense lovemaking session to come?"

 

No.

 

"I understand. You are new to this. I will be gentle with you. Please do not be gentle with me."

 

Um...

 

"I fear I must note that the condoms and lubricant are necessary if we are to engage in sexual intercourse. It would not do to unnecessarily risk pregnancy. Given the ferocious, unimpeachable quality of your Chimera body, I am not worried about disease, but that very same quality makes me concerned for the integrity of my womb. While the thought of you filling my belly with your young has a particular appeal, it would cause far too many problems to be worth the pleasure. Probably."

 

That's far more information than you needed. Wear a rubber, use the lube, got it.

 

"It is good to see you are amicable to my needs, Captain. Now, I find an exceptional amount of pleasure in the idea of being forcibly taken, so allow me to note that my safeword is "unicorn." A safeword is–"

 

You know what a safeword is.

 

"That is good to hear, Captain. I was worried that you were inexperienced in these matters, and that that was the cause of your reticence to ravish me."

 

No, the cause of your reticence was completely different.

 

"I must admit, the apparent gap between your fierce, animalistic nature and your shy, boyish fear of embarrassment was quite appealing. May I inquire as to the true cause of your reticence?"

 

If she hasn't figured it out on her own, you're not going to waste time telling her.

 

"Ah. Playing up the mysterious angle." She nods to herself. "A woman loves a mystery." She looks to you, expectantly. "Your bedroom, then? Or would you prefer a more unusual environment, so that every time you cook or sit down to watch a movie, you may be reminded that we once made love on top of the dishwasher or on the television?"

 

Your bedroom. No doubt.

 

As you arrive, she dumps her purse at the bedside and then leaps onto your bed, disrobing rapidly. It's not a strip tease, but simply a mechanical removal of clothing, efficient and precise. It's somewhat impressive in that regard, if not from an erotic standpoint: she undoes two buttons on her shirt, then, in a single motion, removes both it and her bra. When she finishes, her shirt and skirt are piled on top of one another, her bra and panties still messily tangled inside of them.

 

You have to admit (to yourself, not out loud) that she does have a fine body. Perky, full breasts that still resist gravity even without support, and a smooth, taut belly. From your current perspective, with her leaning back, supporting her body with her arms, you don't have a good perspective on her ass, but you know from previous erstwhile glances that it's a very nice one. Her auburn hair is still done up in that stupid side tail, and her gray eyes watch you, her expression impenetrable.

 

"Captain," she says... seductively? That might have been what she was shooting for. "I want you to take me from behind, like the animal you are." She flips her body over, balancing on hands and knees and revealing her bottom to you, which she shakes in a small circle, trying to entice you. "Do you see how wet I am for you, Captain?" You lean your head down to inspect her, in part simply to delay the inevitable.

 

She does seem quite wet, you have to admit.

 

"That is because I want you to take me and defile me, using me as a tool for your own bestial pleasure. So, please, Captain, take your hands and place them upon my shoulders, and thrust your enormous manhood into my damp cavern of love again and again, in a vainglorious attempt to impregnate me."

 

You begin to remove your own clothes, pulling your shirt over your head. She looks over her shoulder back at you to stare at your chest, and gently runs her tongue across her lips. It actually makes you feel a little... embarrassed? No girl has ever looked at you quite like that before. Well, Claire has, but not in a situation like this.

 

"Now the pants, Captain," she urges. "Let me see the long, hard cock I've fantasized about so much."

 

You unbutton your pants and lower them - alongside your underwear - to the ground before stepping out of them. Claire gives a little squeal of delight when she sees your erect penis.

 

"Don't forget the condoms and the lubricant."

 

Right.

 

You shuffle through her purse for a few seconds before finding them. Then you put on one of the condoms, finding it neither loose nor too tight - Claire apparently wasn't lying about them being an "appropriate size for your girth" - and dribble the lubricant on your hand, rubbing up and down the outside of the condom before placing your hand inside her waiting form.

 

She shudders a bit at your touch, moving away before pushing herself back into your hand. "I'm sorry, Captain. It's cold. I do not mean to offend. Your touch is always welcome, especially when it is so wonderfully intimate and attentive as it is now."

 

You mentally filter out her comment and instead work your hand inside her for a few more seconds before withdrawing it. You place one hand on her waist and the other around the base of your cock, guiding it into her. She lets out a sigh of relief as you enter her.

 

"I am sorry for doubting you, Captain, but in the interest of honesty, I must admit that I thought this might have been another trick of yours. More of your denial play."

 

Denial play? Is that seriously what she thinks it is?

 

Claire looks back at you. "What else would it be?" Her tone is indecipherable: you can't tell if she's trying to be funny or if she genuinely doesn't know.

 

Regardless, you'd like to get this over with as quickly as possible, so you place your hands on her shoulders and start to work your way into her, slowly pushing yourself in to the hilt. You make gentle in-and-out motions, keeping most of your cock buried inside of her.

 

"Oh no. You're violating my virginal body, taking from me my maidenhead," Claire states, her voice a complete deadpan. "How horrible." She wriggles around your cock as you slide inside of her, creating a fascinating and pleasant sensation. "Oh, this is so awful, and yet, so good," she continues, "I feel as though I am going mad from the pleasure. How could you do this to me?"

 

She's the one who pressured you into this, and now she's complaining? You adjust your pace, pulling yourself further out between thrusts, watching her body bounce slightly with each sharp, wet collision between your groins.

 

"I am sorry if I tempted and teased you for my own short-sighted and selfish fun. I should have realized that your rapacious sexual appetites were too powerful for you to control. But please, stop, before I become a slave to the mind-bending pleasure of your body taking its rightful due from me."

 

You ignore her incessant rambling and keep pounding away, creating a metronome with the sound of your bodies' meetings. Her inner warmth welcomes you with each additional thrust, and from your position, you can see some of her natural lubrication start to ooze down one of her thighs.

 

"You are driving me into the depths of insanity with this pleasure." She does something, and her vagina squeezes around your penis, prompting a sudden intake of breath on your part. "At first, I did not want this, but now, I am starting to feel as though I need it. I fear I may become addicted to the carnal pleasures you have inflicted on me, forcing me to come to you over and over, begging for you to mount and ride me again, doing whatever humiliating acts you make me in order to experience this excruciating pleasure once more."

 

You take control of her body using your grip on her shoulders, pulling and pushing her in time with your thrusts. She acquiesces easily, allowing you unrestricted control over her body as you work her beneath you.

 

"Oh no, Captain," she begins, "this is it. This is the moment when I break and give in. I don't think I can hold on to my sanity any longer... no... noooo!" She shrieks in an obviously fake orgasm before continuing. "No... you have broken me. I am now your love slave to do whatever you wish with. I need your cock inside of me and will do anything to have it again."

 

You tell her you're pretty sure that your cock is inside of her right now. To emphasize the point, you thrust in deep and hold it there for a moment, rotating your groin, before continuing with your normal hammering away.

 

"Yes, but that will one day no longer be the case, and then I will be empty inside, leaving me to pine for it until finally, I break down, coming to your door, begging you to use me once more."

 

Can she please focus on the here and now?

 

"Your wish is my command. I will do whatever it takes to keep you pleased with me so that you will not cast me aside for other women." She starts to squeeze your cock with her inner walls repeatedly now, giving it a thorough massage as you work your way in and out of her. "I will squeeze your cock inside of me, I will tell you what a fantastic lover you are, I will offer any part of my body to you, I will–"

 

Okay, that's about all you can take of that. You place your hand around her mouth to shut her up, and she moves her lips to capture your middle and ring fingers inside her mouth. Once they're inside, she begins to suck on them, gently wrapping her lips around them and lapping at them with her tongue, trying to entice them inward. It's weirdly pleasant, and her teeth lightly nibble on your fingertips, scraping and teasing them.

 

You speed up your thrusts, and Claire gives several stifled grunts of pleasure as you shove your fingers deeper into her mouth in order to ensure she doesn't start talking again. Her tongue plays with them, working around them, and she turns back to stare at you, never letting your fingers escape her mouth. She stretches her lips as far as she can over the surface of your fingers, and explores every bit of them with her tongue, curling it around one, then the other.

 

Keeping your hand firmly inside of her mouth, you work yourself steadily in and out of her, enjoying the sensation of her tongue on your fingers and the occasional gasp she makes when you suddenly change speeds. After a few minutes, she practically slobbers over your fingers and starts squeezing herself around you over and over, pushing back to meet your thrusts. She occasionally fidgets, trying to adjust her position, until she finds one that seems to suit her.

 

Holding herself there, she starts to pant more, her mouth hanging open and weird, sexual gasps escaping her with each thrust. Eventually, she stops moving in time with you, her fingers tightening around the blankets. Sensing the tension in her body, and figuring it's due to her imminent orgasm, you quickly withdraw your fingers, not interested in getting bitten.

 

Sure enough, just a second or two later, Claire squeals and shudders, her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out. She loses her balance, flopping forward on the bed, ass still raised in the air while her arms sprawl awkwardly around her, grabbing and digging at the blanket. You slow the pace of your thrusts in response, silently hoping she will count this as the end. After what your watch says is a full twenty five seconds, she finally recovers a measure of control, and props herself back up.

 

"Let it never be said that Claire Yamabushi is a selfish lover," Claire says, a hint of pride in her posture as she looks over her shoulder at you. "You may continue to furiously thrust yourself in and out of my moist, welcoming love hole until such time as you orgasm, Captain. Do not feel that it is necessary to stop on my account."

 

That's... great.

 

"Yes, it is great," she agrees.

 

On cue, you start your thrusting again, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Claire moves in time with you as best she can, trying to meet each thrust and escape each retreat, making energy of each motion feel all the greater.

 

"Captain, I will think no less of you if you let yourself go quickly now. This experience has already exceeded my wildest and most indulgent fantasies. You can be as inconsiderate as you please in seeking your own pleasure."

 

You choose to take her up on her offer, figuring that it's your only escape from this situation. You work yourself up into a vigorous pace, letting yourself go full throttle on her bubble butt. She pants and gasps in pleasure in time with each one of your movements.

 

As you work your way in and out, a part of you starts to push against your will, threatening to overcome your usual self-control in the heat and passion of the moment. You let out an animal growl in pleasure at the friction and dominance of the act you're engaged in, your fingers gripping her shoulders tightly as you thrust harder and faster than before. Claire's shoulders tense against you, but she doesn't make any move to stop you, and her part in the action becomes all the more animated in response.

 

It's enough to send you over the edge. Your fingers shift into their Chimera equivalents, the sensation too much for you to hold back against. Claire squeaks in pleasure and surprise as your long claws scratch into her shoulders, leaving thin, pinkish lines where they scrape away the outermost layer of skin.

 

"That's very good, Captain. Don't stop." Claire looks back at you, her normally dead expression now containing a small measure of lust. "Take advantage of my body. Make your mark upon it, show that it was once overwhelmed and used to slake your ravenous sexual hunger. You could even go so far as to sign your name, forcing me to cover up lest someone learn just who made me their sexual plaything."

 

You're definitely not doing that, but the part of you that is so agitated by the act you're partaking in takes that as license to go all out, growling as you run your fingers along her backside, your claws making long, trailing streaks of pink on her backside. Claire gives out a panting, pleasured noise, her arms shaking and disrupting her balance, causing her to fall forward.

 

"That's so good," she gasps from her new position. "Let my nude form become a testament to your unyielding feral urges."

 

You quicken your pace on top of her, leaning forward further. With one hand, you reach down towards her chest, and she obliges you, moving as best as she is able to allow you access. You roughly grab one of her breasts, kneading it in your monstrous hand, provoking an excited hiss.

 

"I knew you would like them," she mumbles, more to the blanket than to you. "Yes. Take hold of it. Use it as a stress ball," she demands, and you squeeze tightly in response, causing a pained gasp of pleasure on her part. "Use it to help maneuver my body into whatever position pleases you."

 

You do as she says, gripping her waist and leveraging it and her breast to adjust her position and angling further, prompting more euphoric gasps as you do so. You pick her up for a moment, pushing her along as you move so that rather than standing by the bedside, you're now kneeling behind her on the bed.

 

"Go ahead and play with it, Captain, like a cute little doggie that has just found a ball. Paw at it with your mighty, masculine hand." You decide to go ahead, savagely toying with her breast, mashing it inside your hand again and again. Each tight, pain-inducing squeeze provokes a sudden tensing in Claire's form and a half-panicked, half-elated pant on her part.

 

In your impassioned state, you lean forward into Claire, until your mouth is just a few centimeters away from her ear.

 

"Yes. Bite my neck, just like the untamable monster that you are."

 

You hadn't intended doing that, you were just lost in the moment and felt the need to get closer to her as you mounted her. For some reason that escapes you, you oblige her, wrapping your mouth around the crook of her neck before biting down.

 

"Hnnng," she groans in pleasure. "Yes. Your love bite is as heart-filled as I had hoped. Label me as your mate with this mark of affection."

 

You keep your teeth there, but hold the skin only loosely now, and go on slamming yourself into her groin over and over. She has little to push back against, squirming in your bed with her body pressed against the blanket, but she does the best she can to meet each of your thrusts with her a little thrust of her own.

 

You move yourself even nearer to her, your bodies pressed together close enough to feel one another's warmth. As your furry chest presses into her backside, she whimpers in delight. "So... fluffy..." she manages to grunt out before starting to spasm. You don't stop, thrusting faster and harder even as she orgasms around and below you, her vagina squeezing your cock tantalizingly as waves of pleasure wash through her body.

 

You snarl, her neck still in your mouth, your body insistent on its desire, its *need* to finish, but even though you speed up your thrusts more and more - prompting happy gasps from Claire as she continues to shake beneath you - there's no feeling that you're approaching completion. Like there were some obstacle in your path, keeping you from it. In your current excited state, you can't quite figure out what it is.

 

Instead, you just work faster and faster, pushing your body to its limits in your desperate search for your own orgasm. When Claire finally comes down from her second orgasm, she speaks up. "Captain, please, bring yourself past the edge. Finish it." As though that wasn't what you were trying to do. "Fill my insides with your seed," she says, and you tense your teeth around her neck again, biting down just a bit harder, prompting a shriek of joy.

 

This isn't working. Nothing is working. No matter how hard you try, you just can't manage to finish.

 

Irritated at how all your effort has failed to accomplish anything at all for you, you slow yourself down, your breath returning to a more normal pace, a calm washing over you. With a deep sigh, you come to a complete stop on top of her, your body reverting to its human form. You feel strange coming down from the mammalian high, but the clarity it provides is worth it.

 

"Captain," Claire says, clearly out of breath, body still sagging from exertion, "this is enjoyable, but exhausting. Your stamina is impressive, but I worry it is artificially induced."

 

You know you weren't holding yourself back.

 

"I understand that, Captain. I did not intend to suggest that you would ever hold yourself back, certainly not on my account. Rather, I meant that that the condom might be preventing you from achieving the state of pure ecstasy which you have so vigorously sought."

 

Oh. That might be true, actually.

 

"I suspected as much." Claire withdraws herself from your cock. "I must shamefully admit that my anus is still unprepared for your extraordinary size. Therefore," she says, turning around to face you, still on all fours, "I will pleasure you with my mouth, if that would suffice?"

 

You reluctantly respond in the affirmative.

 

"That is good to hear. Please, sit down on the edge of the bed, and let me take a woman's proper position, kneeling before a virile man in order to serve him as he wishes."

 

You roll your eyes at that, but do as she says, and she crawls around you and off the bed until she is kneeling between your legs. She stares at your penis for several long seconds, mouth half-agape, before you clear your throat, prompting her to blink and shake her head.

 

"I am sorry, Captain. I was simply awestruck by the sheer size of your love muscle. I have never seen it so close up before. It is just... so big."

 

You get it. You have a large penis.

 

"Of course. You have doubtlessly heard this all before, from your numerous previous lovers. I am sorry to bore you." She slowly reaches out for your cock, her hands quivering, then wraps them around it.

 

Keeping a hold on the base with one hand, she removes the condom from your cock with the other, tossing it aside, and moves closer. Then she sweetly kisses the tip, prompting a slight jerk forward as your fingers grip the blanket, gathering big clumps of it in your hands.

 

She releases her hand, moving her head into the space between your cock and your thigh, and makes a slow, gentle route around your cock, teasing you with her mouth.

 

"You may," kiss, "take your hand," kiss, "and brutally," kiss, "force me," tongue swirl around the ridge of your head, oh wow that feels good, "to pleasure," kiss, "you with," kiss, "my mouth," kiss, "as you wish," she finishes, before taking one of your balls and sucking it into her mouth, letting it bob around a little. She stares up at you, gaze expectant.

 

You hesitate for a moment before telling her that that seems crude.

 

"Sex is inherently crude," Claire notes dispassionately before placing her tongue at the point where your penis meets your testes and slowly running it up the length of your cock. When she arrives at your head after that agonizingly drawn out motion, she speaks again. "But perhaps you are the sort of man who prefers to dominate without touch, to make a woman desperate to please you sexually by using only your raw, fearsome aura of masculinity."

 

She must be having an influence on you - a bad one - because you note that perhaps you are.

 

"Then I shall endeavor to show how much I wish for your pleasure above my own. I will take your love meat into my mouth over and over again without hesitation or restraint, until my lungs burn for air–"

 

Oh, for fuck's sake. You reach out to the back of her head, and guide her down your cock, prompting a muffled yelp of surprise, but she obliges without resistance. When you have yourself firmly jammed into her mouth, her cheek bulging a little where your head presses against it, you release her, and she pulls back off.

 

"Your intent is clear, Captain," Claire says. "You are a man of action, not words, and–"

 

Jesus Christ, this girl cannot shut up. You scowl and shove her back down again, and this time when you release her, she doesn't remove herself to start babbling again. Instead, she bobs her head up and down the uppermost part of your cock, her lips stretching wide to contain it. She watches your face from her position between your knees. Her tongue snakes out a bit, caressing the base of your cock. One hand fondles your testicles, the other gently massages the part of your cock that stays out of her mouth.

 

After an indeterminate amount of time, she starts to push herself further down your cock. She gags and sputters as you enter her throat, and you feel it wrap tightly around your cock, trying to force it out. Drool slips out of her mouth, stretching toward the ground, and faint tears begin to form in her eyes.

 

In spite of all this, Claire does not stop, instead slowly pushing herself further and further down, eventually taking all of your cock into her mouth, two lines of tears running from her eyes as she stares up at you. You reach down to her face and wipe them away.

 

She pulls herself off of you, looking up at your face. "You are the very epitome of the caring and gentle lover, Captain. I only wish that I had practiced with materials of a more appropriate size, so that I could do this for you without crying. But do not worry. I do not mind the tears in the least, so long as I am bringing you pleasure."

 

With that said, she pushes herself back onto your cock again, taking it all down her throat in one great push, making a faint choking sound as she holds herself down, brow furrowed in determination. She closes her eyes, and another pair of droplets come out, though this time they're not joined by any others. She stays there for a long time before pulling herself up. The moment your cock comes out of her throat, you feel her warm breath on your cock in deep, heaving sighs.

 

After she pulls herself up most of the rest of the way, she runs her tongue over the ridge of your cock, keeping it invisible inside her mouth as her lips remain wrapped tightly around it. After a few long, teasing seconds, she takes a deep breath, and pushes herself down the length of your cock. This time, the motion is smooth, and she remains at the base for only a few seconds before she starts to go to work, pumping herself up and down your cock over and over, snaking her tongue beneath it as she goes, her lips keeping a tight suction on it.

 

Her eyes never leave yours as she works her way up and down, varying the speed just enough that you can't quite predict it, but still gradually increasing in pace and energy. She starts to hum, sending vibrations through your cock, and moves her hands to wrap them around you, gripping your back and using your body to pull herself forward even faster. Each time she retreats, her breaths in and out tickle your cock with a gentle breeze.

 

You groan in pleasure, fingers tightening around the blanket gathered beneath you, your teeth gritting together.

 

Claire quickly removes her mouth from your cock with a light pop, looking up at you, her breathing only slightly deeper and faster than normal from her earlier ministrations. "Are you approaching orgasm, Captain?"

 

You nod, not trusting your voice.

 

She works her hands along your length. One gently works its way up the base of your cock, fingers smooth and enticing, and the other toys with your balls, cradling them. "You may feel free to ejaculate at any time, Captain. I have eagerly anticipated the opportunity to be the canvas that you paint with your seed for many sleepless nights. So please, use all your artistic and sexual prowess to mark me as your conquest."

 

She starts to use the hand that was once just lightly caressing your cock to quickly pump up and down, trying to bring you to orgasm and doing a pretty good job of it.

 

"Do not worry, Captain, every mark you leave on my body serves only as a reminder of the sweet, untouchable glory that was this night. Besides, you have already left longer lasting signatures of our time together."

 

The sun's still up, it's not night yet.

 

Wait, signatures?

 

"The scratches on my back," she says, a trace of lust entering her voice as she reaches behind her with her free hand, "the bruising of my breast," she says, gripping it and tensing a little, "and the bites on my neck," she says, running her fingers along her neck where you can still see the indentions your teeth left.

 

In retrospect, you probably shouldn't have done all that.

 

"Do not be so modest, Captain. I will carry these as proud mementos of this precious time of tenderness between us, made all the sweeter and more romantic by the fact that it may be our last."

 

She brings up her other hand to join in pumping your cock, rotating her hands as they move up and down and staring into your eyes insistently.

 

"This evening will be meaningless without a final gush of pleasure on your part. Do it, Captain."

 

Combined with her work with her hands, her words push you over the edge. You come with a growl. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth as the first burst comes out, and your semen splashes her breasts, neck, and face. She lets out a tiny whimper of victory, and remains stationary and inviting until you finish.

 

When you finally do, she opens her eyes to inspect herself. Long, sticky strings of cum stretch across her head and chest, and she smiles slightly when she sees them. She slowly runs a finger over one of the lines, before putting the finger in her mouth and sucking the semen off while staring into your eyes. "The Captain's love juice is salty, but delicious," she notes, before repeating the process with the other streaks one by one.

 

You flop back on the bed, breathing heavily, suddenly exhausted.

 

Fortunately, it is the bed, so you simply shimmy backwards to rest your head on a pillow before pulling the blanket over you, wrapping it tightly around yourself and curling into a ball.

 

"This side of the Captain is very cute," Claire says. With any luck, she is saying it to herself and is about to dress and go away.

 

You yawn, loudly, in an attempt to get her to shut up and leave.

 

Her voice turns into a whisper, but she neither shuts up nor leaves. "This is to be expected, Captain. After such an intense activity, you would naturally be tired. While I had high hopes that you would find a second wind, I will begrudgingly accept your need for rest."

 

That's simply wonderful. Now if she could shut up?

 

Claire becomes stunningly silent, impressing you for a moment with her uncharacteristic courtesy and self control, before you hear her flop down on the bed behind you and try to wrap her arms around you through the blanket.

 

You can't even bring yourself to care at this point.

 

You fall asleep.