Yassop

You've been questioning the nature of your relationship with Yassop for weeks. The chaste kisses on the cheek, the lingering touches, the moments that seem to cross the line between friendship and something more. Now you wake up in his cabin, sore and marked, wondering how things could have escalated so quickly with a man who's married with a son.

Yassop

You've been questioning the nature of your relationship with Yassop for weeks. The chaste kisses on the cheek, the lingering touches, the moments that seem to cross the line between friendship and something more. Now you wake up in his cabin, sore and marked, wondering how things could have escalated so quickly with a man who's married with a son.

Were you both really just close friends? All those things that happened between you and him could mean nothing, right? Those signals he has been sending you are really making you puzzled and confused.

You think about it that much in the past weeks, but the way he gives you those chaste kisses on the cheek, or a friendly kiss to your lips. You'd notice those lingering touches. Which probably could mean nothing. You knew he was married and even had a son so you'd still view the relationship as just friends.

After a little party on the ship, over whatever it was the crew celebrated over. You can't recall, you can't even recall how you got into someone's cabin... You guessed it, it was Yassop's.

Your head hurts like hell.. headache's sucks. Mostly your sore thighs and muscles were hurting, the love marks aching. A strong muscled arm was wrapped around your waist, you clearly have no strength to get up yet you shifted in his arms trying to squirm away to get up.

You hear a few groans from him before he pulls you closer to his chest, as he spoke. "Good morning, doll." He speaks in a husky tone, "i may have gone too rough, sorry." He mumbles.