[C] Over the Deep Blue Sea

Tamara slumped down on the floor and rested her head against a barrel. 

It was sunset, and the day crews shift was over at last.

The last few weeks have been hard. Most definitely one of the hardest jobs she had the joy of doing. All physical and straining work. But you had good days and bad days. The storm they had earlier this morning was an example of a bad day.

Taking off her shirt, she squeezed out the water, letting it splatter on the wood next to her. Glancing behind herself, she double checked that no one was there. Complete silence.

She turned back to the next article of clothing: the fabric restraining her chest. The majority of time it was not too uncomfortable. But after excessively wearing it and unable to adjust it around the crew, it quickly became uncomfortable.

With a relieved sigh, she undid them. God, it felt good. Maybe she will stay like this just for a few more minutes. No one was down here and she had no where to be. She was sure she could enjoy a few moments by herself and let her chest rest. The others would be resting their heads by now.

Unlike what the Captain had warned, no one has noticed her true gender. If they have, no one had not mentioned it. And the whole bump in the night thing - she has not noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Giacinto hadn't been the nicest person over the past few weeks.

Her primary goal for the past few weeks had been initiating Tamara into the crew. She hadn't been nice about initiating her, either. Tamara had been working day and night over the past few weeks under Giacinto's orders.

For now Giacinto was giving her bitchiness a bit of a break.

She was wandering around below deck to clear her head a little. And to exercise just a little, too. She had had quite a nasty coughing fit that had ended with her leaning over the side of the ship as she coughed and threw up.

"I wouldn't lay around down here alone," the woman murmured as she all but appeared behind Tamara.

Alone, in the dark, completely shirtless? That was a disaster waiting to happen.

Tamara jerked as she heard the distant coughing fit. Grabbing the piece of fabric she had been using ,she quickly attempted to bind her chest, cursing under her breath as she messed up in her rush.

Hereing the voice she tensed then relaxed. It was only her bitch of a Captian.

And what is it with people not making any sound on here?

The human unraveled the hurridly done bindings to redo them again.

"Why, will the things that go bump in the night come after me?"

Though, Tony was right. A ship full of sexually deprived people, there were bound to be a few disgusting inderviduals with no morals.

Giacinto hummed softly in thought as she leaned over the barrel Tamara was sitting against.

"I would be more worried about the things in the daylight for this one," the woman admitted with a grin.

Her eyes were heavily lidded as they gazed down at the woman. More specifically, her breasts as the bindings were loosened again.

"Though if they saw you now, I don't think many could resist."

Giacinto herself was rather mesmerised with the swell of the woman's breasts.

Tamara snorted.

"Then I hope they will enjoy life with a black eyes and a sorely missed limb."

It was an exaggeration. Though, she was known not to take any ones shit for that. Only once or twice she may of gave them a peck for some cash. But always on her terms. Her friends figured that is why she never found a husband.

Looking up from her chest, she noticed the other woman red eyes leering. Her head quickly feel back down, trying to make quicker work, letting out another curse as she messed up.

She was half tempted to leave it, but she knew the uncomfortable binding would drive her mad after only a couple of hours.

"Pressing them together when you bind them isn't the best way," Giacinto murmured after a while of watching Tamara fumble with the bandages.

She moved to kneel in front of the younger woman.

"Push them apart as you bind them." Her hands reached out, fingers stroking over the woman's breasts gently before taking the bandages from her.

"Oh?"

Tamara looked up, surprised to find Tony kneeling in front of her. Dark eyes followed her Captain's hands, her heart racing slightly as they brushed her chest.

"Oh."

Wetting her top lip, she pressed her hands against her breasts and pushed them apart as she was told.

"Like this?"

"Yes. Like that."

Giacinto wrapped the bandages around the woman's chest, tightening the bandages firmly.

She wrapped the woman's chest slowly, fingers idly stroking over her skin as she covered it with the raggedy bandages.

"Is it loose enough?"

Giacinto had spent many days shifting uncomfortably as her bindings constricted her rather full chest.

Her heart beat was not slowing down as her Captain began wrapping the fabric. Breath softly hitching as fingers brushed her chest. 

She found it difficult to keep her eyes off the other woman. From her face and trailing down her body to her chest, visible to see through the top of her shirt.

"Yeah. It is thanks."

She quickly looked away, clearing throat. Turning, she grabbed her damp shirt and threw it over her head.

"It is a lot more comfortable."

"Practice a little more and it'll become more comfortable."

It had taken Giacinto quite a while to learn the best way to bind.

The woman's fingers stroked idly over the human's stomach and navel before pulling away.

Giacinto sat back on the floor, facing the woman.

"I hope so."

She was caught a off guard as she felt the woman's fingertips cares her stomach and down to her navel. Her skin jumped under the contact. And yet again, she was not slapping the woman away.

Feeling herself throb between her legs, she shifted on the floor, hoping she had a face of indifference. 

"You bounded your own as well then?"

"For a long time."

Giacinto had bound her chest for years in her earlier life on her fathers ship.

It wasn't until she had proved herself as a worthy crewmember that she revealed herself as a woman.

Tamara huffed, displeasure on her face.

If the Captain had to go that long with the bindings, how long would she have to go with then?

"Did you stop wearing them when you became Captain?"

"It was before that."

Long before that. She'd stopped wearing them when she was still just an ordinary crew member.

"Prove yourself worthy to them and they will respect you as they would any man that proved himself."

Giacinto press a hand to the woman's chest, fingers curving around the soft curve of Tamara's bound breast. "These do not define your worthiness of being a part of my crew. It's this that does." Her palm pressed flat over Tamara's thudding heart.

She felt a little relieved. At least there is a chance that she could stop wearing these damn things so tightly. Rather then her doing something drastic, like attempting to become captain. 

Tamara felt the woman's hand over where her full breast should be. She felt her cheeks warm as if she was drunk.

"Thank you. Hopefully I can prove myself enough soon. Whenever that will be."

There was a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

"Prove yourself when you think the best moment to do so is."

Giacinto leaned forwards slowly, her wine eyes heavily lidded as she gazed at the younger woman.

"I think you'll be able to do it."

Her breath fanned over Tamara's lips.

"Oh?"

Tamara could hear her own thumping heat beat. She felt herself lean forward just a little to feel Tony's breath on her face. Her eyes studying the other woman's lips. They looked a lot more pleasurable then any other man's lips she had kissed before. 

"Hopefully in the near future. They can be uncomfortable."

"I'm sure you will."

Tamara was a spunky person; that much she had gathered in her few short weeks on board Giacinto's ship.

The woman's lips curled upwards into a little smirk.

It would be hard not to notice Tamara staring down at her lips.

She leaned forwards just a fraction more, her lips barely brushing against Tamara's.

Tamara cold almost feel the other woman's lips against her own. Almost. 

Unable to help herself, she closed gap between them. Gently moving her lips against Tony's, her mind buzzed.

It was not too strange. She had seen woman kiss before. But having only kissed grizzly men were they are both too drunk to to remember, this is a nice change. A very nice change. She could only hope that Tony would respond.

Giacinto did respond.

The taste of another woman's lips was too sweet to pass up.

The gentle pressure of lips brushing against her own was addictive in the most amazing way. She couldn't get enough of it.

Her hand slid up into the woman's hair, gripping the curls at the nape of her neck as her lips pressed more firmly against Tamara's.

The human let out a breathy moan as the other Tony responded. Filled with glee that she did not pull back or not respond.

The Captain's chapped - as expected from anyone that faces the sea - but it, somehow, nicer then anyone else she kissed. The whole general experience was better. And her Captain was definitely one of the most attractive people she has kissed.

She gently placed her own hand on her Captain's cheek. The tips of her fingers ticking the other other woman's hairline as her thumb brushed her cheek. Her other hand rested on the woman thigh, pressing on it to lean closer.

Giacinto's lips pressed closer to the human woman's.

Her teeth scraped gently over her lips as her hand fisted tighter in her curly hair.

The woman dragged Tamara closer, pulling her body flush against her own. She wanted to feel the gentle curves of a woman pressed against her.

Her breath quickened as her lip was scratched, darting her tongue over the skin and teeth. 

She let herself be dragged closer by her Captain, arching herself into the other woman. Her knees hit the floor, changing from a sitting to a kneeling position to be closer.

One hand continued to grip the younger woman's hair as the other slid down her back slowly.

Her nails teased at the skin of her back slowly and gently, slipping under the wet shirt she was wearing.

Giacinto scraped the woman's back brutally, leaving behind red bleeding welts as he bit the woman's lip sharply again.

Tamara's body twitched as the nails softly trailed down her back. Little moans trembled out under her breath.

She swore, loudly. Body jerking in shock as nails dug into her back.

It hurt. Burn. Made her eyes tear up.

But, fuck, it also felt good.

She her own nails scrapping at Tony's back desperately, she deepened the kiss. Sucking on her lip before pressing her tongue into the other woman's mouth.