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LOVE IN THIS CLUB ➝ GRANBIN.

TAGGING ➝ Grant McCarthy, Robin St. James.

LOCATION ➝ Karaoke bar.

TIME FRAME ➝ 5/24, evening.

WARNINGS ➝ NSFW.

NOTES ➝ Grant and Robin sing some cheesy karaoke together then of course go have sex in the bathroom.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin had never needed to drink to have a good time, so it didn’t upset her that she and Grant were hanging out in a bar and she was drinking soda. It had been her idea to come here, anyway. Not for the alcohol, but because tonight was karaoke night, and Robin loved a good excuse to sing. She did it all over the house anyway, but that wasn’t as fun as being in the atmosphere of a karaoke bar. Besides, Grant never joined in with her at home, whereas he wasn’t going to have a choice here, mostly because Robin was going to sign them both up to sing together and he was just going to have to deal. One of the advantages of her fiancé never knowing how to say no to her, she supposed. “Baby, you know you can drink alcohol, right?” She frowned over at him. “It’s really okay. I would be drinking soda whether I had two babies growing inside of me or not. We’re at a bar, you can have a drink. In fact, I encourage it.” Robin shrugged, reaching out to pick up the book of song choices set out on their table. She slid it in front of them, opening it up to begin skimming through for duets. “You’ll need to calm your nerves before we get up on stage and blow everyone’s minds with our awesome singing.” She was sure it would take more convincing than that to have him get up and sing with her, but she wasn’t worried. “What do you feel like singing?” She smiled brightly in his direction, ready to of course not take no for an answer. Robin picked up her drink, sipping on it through the straw as she eyed her fiancé. “A duet? Something on your own? My voice is all warmed up and ready for anything, so you just tell me what we’re doing and I’ll go along with it.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant would do anything for Robin. Even tag along to a karaoke bar. He enjoyed any time they spent together, even if it was outside of his comfort zone. Robin had a talent for being able to drag him out of his comfort zone. He brought his glass of water to his lips and took a sip, raising an eyebrow at her. He had chosen to abstain from drinking alcohol in solidarity with her. He wasn’t much of a drinker anyway. Which was hilarious since he owned a brewery. But he’d have a beer every now and then, but he didn’t really like getting drunk, so giving it up for Robin really had not been all that hard. “I don’t mind giving up alcohol,” he said with a shrug. Although, he knew she was right. Even before her pregnancy, she didn’t like to drink too much. She’d told him it didn’t mix well with her medication. He took another sip of water, almost choking it down once she told him that she was expecting him to sing. He wasn’t much of a singer. She knew that. But if there was anyone that could get Grant up on that stage, it was the woman sitting next to him. “You want me to go up there? And sing?” He shook his head, letting out a small chuckle as he raised his hand for the bartender to come over. Robin was right. He was going to need a drink. “Three shots of bourbon,” he mumbled out once the bartender came over. If he was going to sing, he was going to have to be drunk. “Have you ever really seen me drunk?” He asked, trying to think of a time where he’d been wasted in front of his future wife. It didn’t seem like something that had ever happened, but tonight it was definitely going to happen. He sighed as the bartender returned and placed the shots down in front of him. He picked them up one by one and downed them, shaking off the terrible taste. “I’ve never done karaoke before, so I don’t know much about choosing a song. What would you recommend for a first timer that hates singing in public?”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Although she didn’t think it was necessary, Robin of course thought it was sweet, the way Grant wanted to be right there alongside her in all of this. If she couldn’t have something, he wasn’t going to either. She liked that, it was just further proof of how much her fiancé loved her, but again, it wasn’t necessary. “But you don’t have to,” she urged, shaking her head. “That would be like me working in my flower shop and giving up flowers. Not that I exactly want my husband to be an alcoholic, but a drink every now and then is fine.” It had been easy, going from referring to Grant as her fiancé to suddenly her husband, just like they said they were going to. All but legally, he was anyway. His reaction to her revealing they would be singing together caused her to giggle quietly. “I do,” she confirmed, entirely unsurprised when he motioned the bartender over, looking up at him with a smile, and adding a polite “Please” on for Grant. “Oh, and some more Sprite?” Her hand moved to rest on her fiancé’s thigh as she looked back down at the book in front of her. She thought for a moment, before shaking her head. “No, I don’t think I have. I was too drunk to notice if you were drunk that night when you brought me back to our house, or I guess your house then. Don’t you think that’s weird? That it wasn’t always our house?” She mused aloud, expression amused as she watched Grant down all three shots once the bartender had returned with them. “Easy, tiger,” she smirked, leaning over to press her lips delicately to his cheek, “You won’t be able to fuck me later if you’re too drunk to get it up.” Robin teased, hand squeezing softly onto his thigh. “That depends. Wanna do something cheesy, like Don’t Go Breaking My Heart? Or something fun? We could do I Love Rock ’n’ Roll. It’s not a duet, but it’s fun and we can just sing it at the same time.” She suggested, glancing over at him. “What do you want to sing? They have a ton of stuff in here.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

A small chuckle left Grant’s lips as Robin joked about giving up flowers. Maybe he was going a little overboard. But it was their pregnancy. They were in this together. He didn’t want to be able to enjoy things she couldn’t have. Easing back on coffee had been difficult, but giving up things like sushi and alcohol had been incredibly easy. He never would have been caught dead eating sushi anyway. Hearing her call him her husband instantly brought a smile to his face anyway. And he felt comfortable drinking around her. Because Robin clearly wanted him to. If there was something she didn’t feel comfortable with him doing then he knew she would have vocalized that. They didn’t keep anything from one another. “I was not drunk that night,” he said with a laugh. It was funny to think back on that night. “One of us needed to be sober.” She had been wasted. And for good reason, Scott and Charlie had made her feel like shit and he didn’t judge her one bit for drowning her sorrows. He was just glad she was able to get away from all of that. And that they were now together, living the life she deserved. “I’m just glad it’s our house now. A house that big deserves a big family,” he replied with a smile. It was sort of strange to remember. A life before Robin. A life where he still lived alone. He didn’t want to think about it. He was definitely happier with the life he had now. “Has getting it up ever been a problem for me?” He questioned with a kink his eyebrow. He moved in a little closer to her, licking the bourbon off his lips as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Is that why you’re wearing that skirt?” He teased before pecking a small kiss against her cheek and leaning back to sit up once again. “I think cheesy is sort of our thing. I’d sing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart. Especially once these shots kick in.” Another bout of light laughter left his lips as he let out a small playful sigh. The things he was willing to do for Robin McCarthy.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Everything Robin and Grant did together was fun. They’d proven that they could just sit on their living room floor with a little picnic of food, or sit in their bath tub for hours, or go out someplace else and they’d always have fun. Tonight was going to be no exception, and Robin didn’t want Grant to have to miss out. Karaoke was for her, it wasn’t a secret that he wasn’t into it, so if he couldn’t enjoy a couple drinks at the same time, it was kind of pointless. Besides, he’d taken good care of her that first night, so she would be on hand to do the same for him if he needed it tonight, too. “True. Man, I was really wasted,” she groaned, laughing quietly at the thought. It didn’t even matter what had led her to drinking that night, because that had effectively led her to what was now she and Grant’s house, and the rest, as far as she was concerned, was history. Her hand stroked softly against his thigh as she looked at him, smile mirroring his. “You’re right. I bet you can’t even imagine not having us all around now, huh?” Not that either of them even wanted to think about that. She’d much rather focus on that knowing look in his eye, and on his voice as he whispered in her ear. It brought a smirk to her lips as she lifted her hand to settle her fingers under his chin, keeping him there once he’d kissed her cheek. “You noticed that, hm?” She questioned, pressing a small kiss to his lips. She could taste the alcohol, she kind of liked it. Releasing his chin to let him sit back again, Robin grinned at his song choice. “If that’s what my baby wants, that’s what my baby gets,” she nodded, picking up her drink. “My baby gets whatever he wants. Unless what he wants is to not sing with me,” she frowned, taking a sip of Sprite. “He doesn’t get that.” Setting her glass back down on the table, she offered Grant a sweet smile, her frown suddenly nowhere to be seen. “Baby, go sign us up?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant could not remember a time where he didn’t have a good time with Robin. Even the first night they’d hung out and she crushed him in pool. Losing sucked, but it hadn’t really felt like losing. He’d spent the entire night actually laughing and smiling. Maybe that was when he knew Robin was different. Grant wasn’t really known for keeping a smile on his face, but whenever he was around his wife, he smiled the entire time. Because Robin really did make him incredibly happy. “You’re cute when you’re drunk though. Don’t worry. I was already in love with you at that point,” he said with a small chuckle. Not too many people could have gotten Grant to cuddle with them after only knowing them for a few days, but Robin had successfully pulled it off. Not only that, they’d fallen asleep together like that. “It’s crazy to think about. Three months ago, I lived practically alone. With Caroline every other week. But in six months we’ll have two babies. It’s insane.” His life had come so far from the disheveled mess that Kristy used to judge him for. He was happy now. Happier than he had ever been. If she really wanted him to get interested in singing karaoke then maybe she should have worn a skirt that was a little less distracting and maybe she shouldn’t have kissed him, even if it was just one small peck. “You know what your baby really wants,” he mumbled out with a wink. “But we can start with singing.” He pulled himself up from his seat and leaned down, pressing another small kiss against her cheek before walking over to the stage to add their names to the list. He made his way back over, the shots finally starting to kick in. He could feel himself loosening up a little bit. “There’s one or two names ahead of us, but the list isn’t really that long.”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin had always prided herself on being able to read people, but Grant had been a closed book to begin with. The idea that he’d been in love with her from the start was both surprising and not, because what they had wasn’t something that had needed time to develop; it had been an instantaneous thing, and for Grant to say so just made Robin smile. “You’re cute all the time,” she pointed out, leaning toward him to press a small kiss to the side of his shoulder. “I like that you were already in love with me. I know that I’m very lucky to be loved so much by the love of my life.” Things really had changed for both of them very quickly, and Robin was absolutely not complaining. The thought of them and their three babies, as well as their dog and cat all living together in their house by the end of this year was exciting. “You’re right, we will. Six months is, like, super short. We’re going to have to start baby furniture shopping soon. And not just looking at things on Amazon like you do, we’re going to have to actually buy things.” The pregnancy was already moving so quickly, and now that she had her medication better controlled, she really was loving it. Even with her rapidly growing baby bump, Grant still managed to make her feel so good about herself, and she always felt totally sexy. How could she not when he was talking to her the way he was? His words caused her to laugh softly as she nudged her nose against his. “I always know what my baby wants. And once he’s done singing with me, I’m going to reward him with exactly what he wants. Promise.” She winked, her cheek heating up some under the touch of his lips as he kissed her. Robin unashamedly checked her fiancé out as he left the table, her hand reaching out to take ahold of his once he’d returned. “Awesome!” She grinned, lacing her fingers with Grant’s. “We’re gonna kick butt, babe. Did you sign us up as Grant and Robin McCarthy?”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Going from being the guy constantly rescuing Robin, to being the guy she was living with, and then her boyfriend, to finally being the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, had been a wild ride. At the beginning of it all, they were just two people. Two people with a random connection to each other. He didn’t like seeing her mistreated and she made him smile, like no one had ever done before. “I’m lucky too,” he said with a smile. “I feel bad for everyone else. Because they don’t have this. This is the real deal.” Grant had never been in love before everything with Robin happened. He’d told her that much. So, he didn’t have anything to compare any of this too. Still, he was sure that they were in love with each other. He knew it. The life they were starting together was proof of that. The idea that they were going to have two babies in six months was crazy to him. Just three months ago, the two of them had officially met. Now, here they were, expecting twins together. “We are,” he said with a breath. “We’re really going to have to start on that nursery soon.” He knew he should have been more worried, but he wasn’t. Robin was the best partner he could have asked for. He had done all of this before and he knew she was going to be a great mother. He had experience with crappy ones and pretty good ones. His mother was pretty terrible. And even though, he hated Jessica, he could admit that she really wasn’t all that bad when it came to parenting their child. Pulling himself away from Robin was always hard. Even if it was just to go walk a few feet away. That’s why he was relieved when he was back with her and their hands were intertwined once again. “I didn’t want any random basketball fans to know I was here, so I signed us up as Mr. and Mrs. M,” he said with a small chuckle. “You know you’re gonna have to hold my hand the entire time we’re up there, right?”

ROBIN ST. JAMES

They were both lucky. There had been times throughout her marriage to Scott that Robin had felt like nothing but a burden, but that wasn’t the case with Grant. She knew she was lucky to have him, and that he was lucky to have her too, because he was right, this was the real deal. “I’m so in love with you,” she said as she brushed her fingers along his thigh, a content smile settled on her lips. She would tell him so at any given time, too. Robin would never stop feeling entirely grateful to the universe for giving her Grant McCarthy, and times like this, when they were talking about their life and their babies, just made her feel it even more. “Definitely,” she agreed, “We’re gonna have to pick a color scheme and stuff. How about tomorrow, we’ll look through some ideas. Pinterest is super helpful, we’ll take a look on there, okay?” She really wasn’t worried, they still had time. The idea of it all was exciting to her, though. The twins were Robin’s first babies, she couldn’t wait to do all of the preparation for their arrival with the love of her life. She also liked their time away from prepping too, though, like right now, as she sat closely with her fiancé and waited for their names to be called to go up and sing. “Mr. and Mrs. M,” she repeated, smile rising to her lips. “That also works. You know I won’t let go of your hand, Mr. M.” Robin smirked, slipping her hand into his and lacing their fingers. “You know the words, right? I mean, they’ll be on the screen anyway, but it helps if you at least have some idea. And the guy part is first, so you’re gonna have to lead. But I’ll be right there with you.” She lifted their clasped hands, pressing a small kiss to the back of Grant’s knuckles. “So you’ll be okay.” Robin rarely kept to herself around her fiancé, so now was no exception, and she was soon leaning closer to him, her lips by his ear as she spoke softly. “And then you’re gonna fuck me in this skirt, right here in this bar. That’s what your baby wants.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Getting ready for the babies seemed like a daunting task. Even back when they still thought it was just one baby, Grant knew the preparation was going to be a lot. But it was twins, so it was going to be even more work. He wasn’t actually worried about either one of their parenting skills. He knew that Robin was going to be an amazing mother. If there was anyone he was worried about, it was himself. He knew she was going to be great. “Pinterest?” He echoed with a look of confusion. Grant had no idea what that was, but he was sure Robin was well versed in whatever it was. Color schemes weren’t really a part of his many interests. He was more excited about picking out a crib and putting it together. He liked the feeling of being accomplished and doing something for his child. “We’ll still have a shit ton of time, but starting tomorrow sounds good.” Starting as soon as possible was good for him because he was becoming more and more excited by the day. He knew it was the best thing for the babies to be born in November, but he was kind of hoping they popped out early. Early, but still healthy. He wanted to meet them as soon as possible. As much as he didn’t want to sing, signing the two of them up as a married couple made him warm up to the idea a little more. Or maybe that was the bourbon warming him up. Either way, he knew he was going to get through the song. Mostly because he was going to hold her hand the entire time. “Thank you, Mrs. M,” he replied with a smirk. “I think I’ll be able to swing it. I know most of the words,” he said with a small laugh. “Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you too much up there.” He smirked as she leaned in closer to him, the feeling of her breath against his skin causing his heart to race. “What my baby wants, my baby gets,” he grinned, pecking another kiss against her cheek. He moved his lips from her cheek, pressing his lips against her neck.He would have kept going, but he heard their names being called the stage, which caused him to pull his lips away from her. “You ready, baby?” He mumbled out, standing up to offer his hand out to her.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Of course Robin had her own Pinterest account with a bunch of different boards and pins already, her ‘cupcake and cinnamon’ board updated frequently, and of course Grant had no idea what Pinterest even was. She could tell by the look on his face, and it made Robin giggle in response. “Yes, old man, Pinterest. It’s where people get inspiration for outfits and decorating and stuff,” she explained with a small shrug of her shoulder. “I have some stuff saved on there already, I’ll show you it all tomorrow.” They both knew deep down that Grant was going to let Robin get her way with whatever she wanted to do with the nursery, of course. But she wanted him to have the option of his own input, whether he’d take it or not. That was something for them to think about tomorrow, though. Robin wanted them to enjoy their time together tonight, and mirrored his smirk when he thanked her. “You know that you could never embarrass me. You, sir, are the love of my life,” she smiled, tapping the tip of his nose gently with her finger. At this point, it wasn’t even surprising that they could turn any situation into something sexual, and if their names hadn’t been called so quickly, Robin would’ve likely said screw it and dragged Grant to the bathroom the moment his lips had touched her neck, but soon enough they were being called, and she sent her fiancé a small wink as she began to stand. “Afterwards,” she mouthed, tightening her grip on his hand. It was clear from the eyes on them that there were people in here that recognized Grant, so his little Mr. and Mrs. M trick had evidently been a little pointless, but that was okay; Robin was used to people staring at the two of them by now, and just flashed everyone a confident smile once they’d reached the stage and taken the microphones offered out to them. As the music began to play, she nodded encouragingly in Grant’s direction, squeezing his hand slightly and waiting for him to start the song.

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant wasn’t surprised that Robin was using some website for decorating or whatever the hell Pinterest was. It seemed like something she would use. He just had no real idea what it was. His computer was used for looking up game scores and scrolling through amazon for baby stuff. He was excited for whatever Robin was going to pick out for the babies’ room. He knew that he was going to be happy with whatever she wanted. As long as it wasn’t anything crazy. But he trusted her and knew her well enough to know that it wouldn’t be. Ever since she’d move in, she’d slowly been changing the decorum of their house and he didn’t have any problems with that. He loved it actually. “Make fun of me for being old all you want, you still love me,” he teased, letting out a small chuckle. “I can’t wait to see all of the things you’ve already looked at for our spoiled babies.” Those kids were definitely going to be spoiled. There was no denying it. Grant already spoiled the hell out of Caroline and Robin, so it was going to be no different with the twins. He was certain that Robin was going to spoil them too. They were her first babies. It was nice to hear that Robin thought he could never embarrass her, but she hadn’t heard him sing publicly. She’d only heard him sing into her ear, albeit very romantically on a boat, but even that hadn't been great. And this was going to be no different. “The love of your life is a terrible performer. Just wait and see.” Things between the two of them could always escalate into something sexual pretty quickly. He knew what he was doing by putting his lips on her neck. And if their names hadn’t been called then he knew they would be off in the bathroom. He pouted as they made their way to the stage, noticing all of the eyes that were already on them. He knew this was going to end up on Youtube or something, but he chose not to focus on that.He held a look of nervousness as the music began, staring the song at the cue with definitely shaky vocals. He held on tightly to her hand as he sang, the bourbon in his system still not enough to make him unaware of what he was doing.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

“I do still love you,” Robin agreed with a grin, a somewhat playful look in her eyes, “Can you imagine if you really were old, though? Like, seventy or something? Your parents would think I was even more of a gold-digger then.” The last thing Robin wanted from Grant was his money, of course, but at this point, it was easier to just laugh about the way his parents had acted than get upset about it. Their opinions didn’t matter to her anymore. Nobody’s did. As long as she, Grant and Caroline, then eventually Cupcake and Cinnamon were all happy, that was all that mattered. The same went for now, when she and Grant would be singing together. All Robin cared about was that they had fun, she didn’t care what anybody else in the bar thought of their performance; it wasn’t like it was anything serious, though she could tell her fiancé was kind of nervous, so held a little more tightly onto his hand, stroking over the back of it softly with the pad of her thumb. No, maybe Grant wasn’t the most amazing singer, but he also wasn’t terrible, and Robin was just as in awe as she watched him as she always was, and singing with him was just as perfect as she’d hoped it’d be. She was actually kind of surprised that he made it through the whole song, but it was over way too quickly for her liking, and they were handing the mics back over as the people watching politely clapped for them. She could definitely see people lowering their phones, having obviously recorded them, but she didn’t care, and knew Grant wouldn’t either, not once she’d taken his mind off of it. “There, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?” She smirked up at him once she’d led him back off the stage. As always, she didn’t care who was watching as she leaned up to press her lips to Grant’s.“The love of my life is my favorite performer. My favorite person to perform with,” she mumbled against his lips, forcing herself to pull back, though she looked up at him through her lashes, hand still holding onto his. “What does my baby want now?” She knew the answer, of course, and she was sure the subtle smirk on her face told him so already, but she always liked when he told her.

GRANT MCCARTHY

“If I was seventy, I think my parents would probably be dead,” Grant said with a shrug. Kind of morbid, but it didn’t make it any less true. His parents probably would have hated Robin no matter what though. Their relationship was confusion to the outside world. They’d met and fallen in love so quickly that it was kind of difficult for anyone else to understand. He’d spent a lot of time explaining it to people and he was kind of done with it at this point. It was pretty damn obvious that they were going to be together for a long time. People were just going to have to deal with it at this point. They were clearly not going anywhere. Grant knew that Robin always had his best interest at heart. Whether it came to dealing with his parents or something as silly as singing a karaoke song together. She was always looking out for him. So, he wasn’t all that worried about going up on stage and making a fool out of himself because he knew that Robin would be right next to him. If Robin was next to him, then he knew he would be okay to do just about anything. Once the song was over, he could feel every ounce of nervousness leave his body. He was glad it was over and his mind immediately jumped to the promise she’d made him before their performance. He didn’t even care that people had been recording the two of them. He was just happy that the entire things was over with. He smirked against his wife’s lips as she spoke, wishing they could just stay attached at the lips forever. “Thank you for making me look good up there, babe,” he said with a grin. He knew there were going to clips of them playing on SportsCenter making fun of him tomorrow, but he really didn’t care. All he could focus on was her. “I think you know what your baby wants,” he replied, keeping his eyes on hers. “I want you,” he breathed out.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin’s face scrunched up, her expression wrinkling into one of mild horror. “That’s not a nice thought,” she shook her head. No, Grant’s parents were definitely not her favorite people. In fact, they may well have been some of her least favorites, but she wasn’t wishing death upon them. She’d wish nothing negative for them, in fact. As much as she may dislike them, they were the people to have brought her soulmate into the world, so she couldn’t all out hate them even if she tried. She was sure they’d likely see one of the numerous videos that was about to end up online in the morning, and they’d probably have something snarky to say about it, but Robin didn’t care. Singing a cheesy karaoke song together had been perfect, much like the rest of their night would continue to be. “You always look good. We look good together,” she smirked, wanting to lean back in to press their lips together again, but here wasn’t the right place, not when Grant was right, and she did know what he wanted. It was no secret that she wanted the exact same thing. “Mm, come with me then,” she instructed, eyes on him as she began to back toward the bathroom with her arm outstretched to keep ahold of his hand. Eventually, she turned to open the door, closing and locking it behind them, before bringing her free hand up to point at her lips. “All yours,” she promised, waiting for him to come and kiss her again. Robin took a step forward in spite of herself, leaning up to move closer to her fiancé. Her lips grazed against his as she spoke, a little softer now, but she refrained from actually kissing him. She wanted to tease a little bit first. “All of this is yours, baby.” They both knew exactly what it meant when her arms wrapped around him and she gave him that look, the one she gave him at least once every single day. “Pick me up.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant was happy to be starting his new family with Robin. Even though, she was supportive of letting his parents remain in their lives, he really was not all that concerned about it. They were either going to learn to be nice to Robin, or they were going to learn to live their lives without a son. He was always going to protect his family. And his family now included his siblings, his daughter, his unborn twins, and Robin. Those were the people he was going to look out for. Grant was just happy that the two of them could still go out and have fun like this. Even after his parents had tried to run their relationship and especially now that Robin was pregnant. Going out was not his forte, but making Robin happy was, so he would go anywhere just to make her smile. Although, he was ecstatic that karaoke was over, he would have done it again if she wanted that. Not that he was going to come out and say that out loud anytime soon. His mind was stuck on the promise she’d made before karaoke. He raised an eyebrow as she followed her in the direction of the bathroom, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. Not that they would have been anywhere else anyway. Once they were inside, he was quick to start moving towards her, happy that she had already started closing the gap between them. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to his body as he possibly could. “All mine, huh? Grant’s Robin,” he mumbled with a smirk. He stared down at her, knowing exactly what her look and what her words meant. He lifted her off the ground and moved them toward the sink, placing her down and pushing his lips against hers. Kissing her always felt amazing, but kissing her with so much want and need always made it a little better.He moved his arms and reached for her thighs, his hands instinctively pushing up her skirt as he deepened their kiss. He pulled his lips slowly away from hers, as he smirked down at her. “How bad do you want me, baby?” he asked, letting out a deep breath against her lips.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Pregnant or not, Robin was never going to stop having fun. She could make her own fun no matter where she was, and just because she had a growing baby bump, that didn’t mean she’d stop going out places like this. She wasn’t drinking, she wasn’t putting their babies in danger, so she saw no issue with it. Plus, Grant had allowed his famous sister to publicly announce their pregnancy now, so it wasn’t like she had to hide from watchful eyes. Then again, they maybe could’ve done with being a little bit more inconspicuous when disappearing into the bathroom together, but that just wasn’t in Robin’s nature. A few people had definitely seen them going in there. Whatever, though; it wasn’t the first time they’d fucked in a public place, and it wouldn’t be the last. “All yours,” she repeated, wrapping her legs around his waist as he picked her up. Robin ducked her head to press her lips gently to the underside of his jaw, though only briefly, then he was setting her down on the sink, and her lips instantly found his. They curved into a smirk as she felt his hands trailing beneath her skirt, her own hands sliding down his body to begin unfastening the button on his jeans. “So bad,” she mumbled against his lips, her legs parting further, “You can feel for yourself. I’ve been wet for you since you were kissing my neck out there.” Tugging down his zipper, she locked her gaze with his, her lips aching to feel Grant’s against them again. Although she wasn’t complaining; she liked being able to watch him, too. Especially as she slipped her hand inside of his boxers, fingers immediately wrapping around him. “I love feeling how hard you get for me,” she smirked, her hand moving to rub slowly against his length. “I want to feel you inside of me.” She glanced toward the door, smirk still in place as her gaze drifted back over to him, hand still moving. “I can’t promise no one’s gonna hear, though. You know your baby doesn’t know how to be quiet.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Robin always knew how to make Grant have fun. Even when they first met. It was hilarious to think back on how he had insisted that she didn’t seem like a fun pool-playing type. Robin was a lot of fun. He was the grumpy one, but he’d said as much that night. He’d warned her that he was boring. But his life had been anything, but boring since the two of them had gotten together. She had really changed the trajectory of his life and he didn’t have any qualms about it. He loved the way his life was going. And he didn’t have any regrets. He didn’t even regret the amount of people that had seen the two of them disappear into that bathroom together. They were a couple. They could do whatever they wanted. It didn’t bother him that people knew just how much they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It’s just how they were. Grant was always going to want Robin and he knew the opposite was the same for her. Hearing just how badly she wanted him drove him crazy, and he knew that once he was able to feel it for himself, it was only going to get worse. He could feel himself throbbing as she wrapped her fingers around his length. His hands found their way to her panties, immediately sliding them down so they were out of the way. His fingers slipped in against her wetness, and he bit down on his bottom lip as he felt just how badly she wanted him. “It’s all for you, baby,” he breathed out, beginning to circle his finger around her clit. Teasing her was always fun, but he really wanted to feel himself inside of her. He’d wanted her since they were still sitting at the bar, so this was long overdue at this point. “I want you to scream my name, baby,” he breathed out as he slid his finger inside of her, starting out at a slow pace.“I don’t care who hears. I want everyone to know you’re in here fucking your husband, Grant McCarthy.” He pulled his fingers away from her, knowing she was going to miss that contact, and positioned himself at her entrance, guiding himself completely out of his zipper, and slid himself inside of her as he braced himself by holding onto the sink.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

To think back now on their first time together, when Grant had awkwardly complimented her afterwards, it felt like a lifetime ago, especially now that they were so openly walking into a public bathroom with people’s eyes on them. That had never been an issue for Robin, and she was glad that it wasn’t for Grant now either. It only made them even more compatible, the fact that he was opening up for her. Of course, she’d all but forgotten where they were once it was just the two of them pressed up together, Grant standing in between her legs with her panties now out of the way. She just wanted him to touch her, she wanted him to know how badly she wanted him. She could feel for herself how hard he was as she rubbed her hand along his length, with Robin’s breath catching in her throat as soon as his fingers had made contact with her. “You’re so sexy,” she breathed, hips rolling just a little bit with the movement of his fingers, almost instinctively. They both knew already that she wouldn’t disappoint when it came to screaming for him, especially considering she’d already started moaning softly once his finger had slipped inside of her. He’d pulled away way too quickly, and she looked at him with a small pout, her hand releasing its hold on him, though her expression became much more smug as she looked down between the two of them, watching as he prepared to slide inside of her. “They’ll know it, baby,” she promised, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she held onto the sink, the feeling of him slipping into her causing her breath to catch again. “Everyone knows I’m yours.” Hips beginning to move with his, Robin lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling her body closer to Grant’s. It didn’t take long for her to quicken the pace, making no effort to hold back as she began to moan for him once more. Her lips found their way to his, with her mumbling against them, “God, I love it when you fuck me like this.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

It was very easy to get lost in the moment with Robin. He didn’t care that they were in public or that they were in the bathroom of a karaoke bar. None of that was on his mind anymore. He was just here with Robin. That was all he was going to focus on. Grant was usually in his head. He was kind of a cerebral person. Before Robin, getting lost in the moment wasn’t something he ever really experienced. He was usually thinking too much. But whenever he was with Robin, he did not have that problem. He could clear his mind and just be there with her. Grant knew that he didn’t have to beg her to scream his name. Robin was always vocal, so he knew that she would not disappoint. He wanted to keep working his fingers inside of her, especially once she started to moan, but he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to feel himself inside of her. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed out. He loved the way things were between the two of them. Things never got old. He kept his eyes on her as he moved himself inside of her, watching as she bit down on her bottom lip. She was really was so fucking sexy. He couldn’t even deny it that he had picked the most beautiful woman in the world to spend the rest of his life with and hearing her remind him that she was all his, just solidified his decision. It felt really good to be inside of her, but he wanted more of her. As sexy as it was to not be able to control themselves and just have to hook up in this bathroom, he wanted to be able to take all of her clothes off and really touch her. He bucked his hips forward, smirking as she mumbled against his lips. “I love you so fucking much, Robin,” he mumbled out, trying to catch his breath as their pace sped up.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Something Robin had never been so sure of in her last relationship was whether her husband had found her attractive or not. He had to begin with, but then he’d stopped telling her, and it had been a legitimate concern for her this time, especially when she’d gotten pregnant and realized her body was going to change. But then Grant did things like this, like telling her she was beautiful while she was propped up on a public bathroom sink, and she knew she’d had nothing to worry about. Her fiancé made her feel beautiful, no matter how she looked, and right now was no exception. “I love you too, baby,” she mumbled into their kiss, her legs arching at the knee to hold onto him a little more tightly as they moved in sync with one another. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, but she loosened them to let her hands fall down his back, her nails dragging down over the fabric of his shirt. She would’ve really rather been touching his skin, but this would have to do for now. “Fuck, Grant,” she breathed, bringing one hand back around to reach for one of his, lacing their fingers automatically as she moved their hands between them, using their fingers to rub against her clit. She normally liked to make things last as long as possible, but the idea of fucking him at home and being able to really see and feel all of him was definitely appealing, so she moved their fingers fast, her hips grinding against Grant’s. Whether he’d asked for it or not, she couldn’t help the way she began to moan more loudly, and made sure to slip his name in there too. Like she’d said, everyone was going to know she was his. Everyone knew it already, in fact. But Robin liked possessive Grant, she liked making sure he knew it, too. “Faster,” she begged, “And make sure everyone know who you’re in here with.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

As far as Grant was concerned, he was the luckiest guy on Earth. There was no one as beautiful as Robin. He knew why when they first got together, she was so insecure and had problems with jealousy, but it was kind of ridiculous. Grant barely noticed when he was in the room with other women, let alone gave them any sort of attention. He really did only have eyes for Robin. She was the only woman he’d ever loved and he’d been interested in her from the moment they’d met. Nothing was going to change that. There was no other woman for him. Only her. And she was the only woman who could drive him crazy enough to make him willingly go into a bathroom just because he needed to be with her so badly that he could not wait another second. He loved feeling Robin’s fingers gripping at the fabric of shirt, but he really wished he wasn’t wearing it all. Thankfully, he knew how they operated and he knew that this was not going to be their last time going at it tonight. This was just their warm up. As good as it felt, it would only get better as the night continued. He moaned at the feeling of their fingers moving against her clit. Being able to feel just how wet she was with his fingers and his dick was a huge turn on. The sound of her moaning out his name only made him throb even harder as he moved in and out of her. He nodded his head at her request, his speed immediately quickening. “Fuck, Robin,” he breathed out, pushing into her harder and faster. He lifted his free hand up off the sink and latched onto the mirror with it, holding onto it above their heads to brace himself even more. “You feel so fucking good, Mrs. McCarthy,” he moaned out, bucking his hips even harder as he felt himself drawing closer to his release.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

There were so many things Robin loved about her fiancé, way too many for her to name them all. One of them was definitely the way he sounded when he was losing control, when he was moaning for her the way he currently was. It was ridiculously sexy, it made her tighten her legs around him, walls clenching as she moved in time with him. “So do you,” she whimpered, letting go of his hand now that they’d worked up a rhythm against her clit; she knew Grant would know to continue without her. Robin brought her hand back up to grip onto his shoulder, her other still trailing down his back as she moved against him, moaning loudly in the process. “Come for me,” she ordered breathlessly, ducking her head to press her lips hard against his neck. She couldn’t help the way her teeth nipped at his skin as she moaned, though she was sure he wouldn’t care about her leaving a mark. He was all hers, Robin knew that. She was pretty sure everybody else knew it, too. Given the way they were moving, and how they’d been working her up with their fingers on her clit, Robin was already getting closer and closer to the edge, and the way she moaned Grant’s name was a definite indicator. There was no way the rest of the bar, or at least those seated closer to the bathroom, wouldn’t hear everything, but she didn’t care. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me over our kitchen counter,” she panted against his neck, hand moving up to grip onto the back of his hair. It took everything in her to pull away, but it was worth it once her gaze was locked with Grant’s, the hand in his hair used to move his head so that she could make him look at her. “But right now you’re going to look into my eyes and you’re going to come with me.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Grant loved every second he spent with Robin. Whether they were watching Netflix together or he was giving her a massage, but especially in moments like this. Moments like these where he could hear his name falling from her lips, and he could feel the way her lit was throbbing against his fingers. He knew they were both nearing their breaking points. Robin knew exactly how to get him going, and he knew the same for her. It was funny to see how perfect they were for each other, even though they’d really only known each other for a short time. It was still clear that they were soulmates. That was something Grant was absolutely sure of. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. And he knew it was probably obvious to Robin that he was reaching his release. “Fuck,” he breathed out as she ordered him to come for her. He knew that her words were just going to draw him closer to his edge. He didn’t care if people heard their moans from outside the door. Maybe the Grant of the past would have cared and would have been a little more modest about the situation, but when he was with Robin, he really could not have cared less. They didn’t have any willpower. They were always going to be as loud as they wanted to with each other. “I want you in our bed, baby,” he breathed out, panting pretty heavily. “I want all of you. In our bed.” That was just one of the places they were going to end up later. The kitchen counter. Their bed. They never really just stopped at one. Even on a night when they were tired. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he felt himself nearing his edge. He wasn’t one to disappoint the love of his life, so if she wanted his eyes on hers then that’s what he was going to do. He let out a deep moan as he reached his release, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, babe,” he panted, lifting her up off the sink. There was no way his pregnant wife was going to hop down off a public bathroom sink without his support.

ROBIN ST. JAMES

Robin knew Grant’s body by now. Truth be told, she probably knew everything about him, despite how short an amount of time they’d been in one another’s lives. She knew the different faces he’d make, and what each tone of voice meant. She knew by the way he was panting, and by the way he was moving that he was reaching his breaking point, and they’d gotten pretty good by now at syncing their release together. Robin was never disappointed, she never felt like Grant had gotten his and she just had to deal the way she’d felt many times with others in the past. Grant paid attention to her body, he made her feel things no one else ever could, and even now, with the two of them propped up by a public bathroom sink, that was no different. “In our car, in our kitchen, in our bed,” she agreed somewhat breathlessly, knowing that this was just the start of their night together. Once they’d had their hands on each other, there was no stopping them. “I always want you. I always want all of you,” Robin panted, her moaning only growing louder the closer she got to her release. She loved that feeling, the feeling of she and her fiancé reaching that point together, even more so when they were looking into each other’s eyes. Her chest rose and fell faster as she started to come down, her whole body still sensitive and tingling from his touch. “God, I love you so much,” she breathed as he lifted her up from the sink, setting her down on the ground. Robin had no idea where her panties were now, but she also didn’t care. Grant would only be taking them off again once they got home, anyway.Lifting her hands to cup his face, she leaned up to press her lips against his as she fought to catch her breath, legs still a little shaky. “I do, I love you so much. I love you more than I can even explain.” Her words were slightly muffled against his lips, but still audible enough. Finally, she pulled back, but kept her hands on his cheeks, looking up at him with a small smile. “You’re amazing, Mr. McCarthy. You really have no idea.”

GRANT MCCARTHY

Maybe it was because Robin had lived in such a sexless marriage before, or maybe it was because Grant had never had meaningful sex in his entire life. Either way, they could not keep their hands off of each other. They were almost like teenagers it was so bad. The fact that they could not keep their hands off each other had sort of gotten them into this whole pregnancy mess. Not that either of them would complain about their babies, but acting on their impulses was one of the reasons they’d ended up pregnant. But Grant would not have changed a single thing about their relationship. Although, it would have been nice to have met Robin years ago before she’d married Scott, so they wouldn’t have wasted all those years apart, it was a waste of time to regret it. Everything they’d done in their lives had led them together. Running into her at the bar, losing that game of pool, all of that was meant to happen. They were never going to be able to stay away from each other. That was obvious from the start of everything. Grant could not put his finger on it, but for some reason, Robin had always been irresistible to him. She was one of the only people in the world, he just didn’t want to let down. It was obvious now that he was in love with her, but when they first met? He had no idea why he was so drawn to her. Placing her down on the ground, he could not wipe the grin off his face. His breathing was still labored, but he was still incredibly happy. “I love you too, babe,” he said, searching the ground for her panties. He eyes met hers as she cupped his face, staring down at her as he listened to her words. He was so lucky to be loved by this woman. He knew that. And she proved that to him every single day. “I’m so lucky that you see something in me. And you think I’m good enough for you,” he smiled, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

#robin st. james.#robin x grant.#granbin x 028.#mutyler

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Natalie Jones and the Golden Ship

Part 1/? - A Meeting at the Palace Part 2/? - Curry Talk Part 3/? - Princess Sitamun Part 4/? - Not At Rest Part 5/? - Dead Men Tell no Tales Part 6/? - Sitamun Rises Again Part 7/? - The Curse of Madame Desrosiers Part 8/? - Sabotage at Guedelon Part 9/? - A Miracle Part 10/? - Desrosiers’ Elixir Part 11/? - Athens in October Part 12/? - The Man in Black Part 13/? - Mr. Neustadt Part 14/? - The Other Side of the Story Part 15/? - A Favour Part 16/? - A Knock on the Window Part 17/? - Sir Stephen and Buckeye Part 18/? - Books of Alchemy Part 19/? - The Answers Part 20/? - A Gift Left Behind Part 21/? - Santorini Part 22/? - What the Doves Found Part 23/? - A Thief in the Night Part 24/? - Healing Part 25/? - Newton’s Code Part 26/? - Montenegro Part 27/? - The Lost Relic Part 28/? - The Homunculinus Part 29/? - The End is Near Part 30/? - The Face of Evil Part 31/? - The Morning After Part 32/? - Next Stop Part 33/? - A Sighting in Messina Part 34/? - Taormina Part 35/? - Burning Part 36/? - Recovery Part 37/? - Pilgrimage to Vesuvius Part 38/? - The Scent of Hell Part 39/? - She’ll be Coming Down the Mountain Part 40/? - Stowaways Part 41/? - Bon Voyage Part 42/? - Turnabout Part 43/? - The Apple Part 44/? - Vesuvius Wakes Part 45/? - Fire At Sea

Today was a much better writing day.

They chose the panels that disguised the ship’s smokestacks. Not only would a fire there be easily visible, but it was also away from most of the people. As a bonus, the huge slats with the Zodiac Lines logo were entirely decorative, so burning them wouldn’t interfere with sailing the ship. Clint slipped a fire arrow into an overhanging part from on the Lido deck, and then they wandered off to the other end of the ship before he pressed the button to set it off.

It took a few minutes, during which time they’d all pretended to be interested in somebody’s game of shuffleboard. Then a fire alarm began to ring.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you could all please get your lifejackets and go to your designated emergency meeting points, Director Cunha’s voice said over the PA. This is just a precaution. We are not abandoning ship. There is a small fire on the superstructure but it is no cause for alarm.

“Where are the assigned meeting places?” asked Jim.

“They’re posted on the insides of the cabin doors,” Nat said. “They’re places like the clubs and the theatres that can hold large groups of people and have sound systems to give them instructions. And they’re all down in the bottom of the ship, because that’s where lifeboat access is.”

“Which means we can set more of the top on fire,” said Clint cheerfully.

“Are you enjoying this?” asked Sir Stephen.

“It’s probably more fun than lobster races,” Jim observed.

“Damn right,” Clint agreed. “The little bastards refused to run in a straight line!”

“I’m so glad the fate of the world is in safe hands,” said Nat.

It was hard to imagine that a cruise ship, a giant vessel with nearly three thousand people on board, could do anything quickly, but the crews did regular emergency drills and they had it down to a science. The passengers had less practice and were more likely to panic, but they’d been through a quick emergency muster drill just before leaving port, so the information about what to do and where to go was still fresh in their minds. All Nat and the others had to do was not get swept up in the crowds as they hurried to their meeting points.

They accomplished this by hiding among the tubes and smokestacks, while crew calmly shuffled the people who’d been on the deck below along to their meeting places. Others handed out lifejackets. Passengers complained and refused to leave their martinis behind. A woman carrying a bichon frise shouted angrily in Italian at the steward who told her she would have to leave the dog in her stateroom, and had to be escorted below decks by a couple of security personnel. More crew arrived with some industrial-strength fire extinguishers to put out the blaze.

“Now for the big one,” said Clint. He fitted an arrow to the string and aimed it straight up in the air, and a little ahead and to the right, to compensate for the movement of the ship and the prevailing winds. It was the sort of shot Natasha would have thought nobody, not even a trained sniper, could just make on the fly… but some part of Clint Francis was still Robin of Barton, the greatest marksman who’d ever lived. He had an instinct for it that was nearly as magical as Sam’s ability to talk to birds. The arrow went up, and then it came down, right into one of the smokestacks, where it exploded.

Now it was time to panic. Not only had the smokestack blown up, but black smoke was pouring out of the hole – from a smoke arrow, of course.

“How many of those things do you have?” asked Sam.

“Oh, I had those two kids come down to the farm for a while and we tossed ideas around,” Clint replied cheerfully. “Laura taught them to milk the cows, the sheep, and the goat, and then told them they were doing so well they might as well try the pigs.”

“Nobody milks pigs,” Jim protested.

“That’s the joke,” Clint said with a nod. “Although it sure was fun to see them try!”

Several alarms were going now. Clint set off a couple more fire arrows just to drive home the gravity of the situation, and then they crouched among the slats and pipes and watched as the crew began to launch the lifeboats.

This is just a precaution, she heard Director Cunha’s voice over the PA. I’m sure once they have the fire out we’ll all be back on board in time for a nice nightcap! There was a slightly manic edge to this announcement, and Nat wondered if the woman were remembering what had happened in the casino and wondering what the hell was going on.

There were twelve boats down each side of the ship. Nat counted as they hit the water in the gathering dark. The PA started to call specific names, looking for people who’d failed to show at the meeting points. One of the names was Herr Isaak Neustadt, but it was only announced once. They asked for Madame Helene Desrosiers several times before giving up. In the gathering dark, the twenty-fourth passenger lifeboat hit the water with a splash.

“Okay,” said Nat. “The captain and a skeleton crew will still be on the bridge. We need to get rid of them.”

“Should I put the fire out now?” asked Clint.

“No,” said Nat. “Wait until we’re moving again. We can’t put it out until they can’t get back on board. Now split up – as far as I can tell there are two entrances to the bridge, and we’ll have to surround the remaining crew.”

They climbed down, broke into two groups, and headed for the front of the vessel. They didn’t run, because they didn’t want to arrive out of breath, but they walked with a purpose.

“Why don’t people milk pigs?” asked Allen, who’d gone with Sam, Clint, and Natasha – Sir Stephen, Sharon, Desrosiers, and Jim were on the other side. “Aren’t pigs supposed to be the animal with the physiology most like humans? You’d think pig milk would be the best for us.”

“Have you ever tried to milk a pig?” asked Clint.

“Well, no,” Allen admitted.

“They don’t appreciate it.”

“What about horses?” Allen wanted to know.

“People do milk horses,” Clint said.

“And the nomadic peoples in Siberia milk their reindeer,” Natasha added.

They climbed the outdoor steps from the Lido Deck to the Stargazer, and from there Nat vaulted the railing and dropped onto the catwalk to the bridge. Over the alarms she couldn’t hear if the group on the other side had made it, but she believed in them.

“Masks,” she reminded everyone. They’d ‘borrowed’ re-usable bags from the shops on board, cut holes in them, and now tied them over their heads as masks. It wasn’t the surest way of concealing their identities, especially with Sharon and Natasha still in rather distinctive evening dresses, but they were improvising.

Clint kicked the bridge door down.

Inside, crew members were assessing damage, trying to find the source of the fire that they assumed must be in an engine room, while the first mate demanded to know why new fires kept starting instead of the original one going out. The captain, a Frenchman, was rubbing his temples as if he had a migraine coming on. Everybody was wearing lifejackets already, which was good – it would make what happened next much faster.

The nearest crew member noticed the door opening and turned, and was surprised to see Natasha. In her pink dress with a bag over her head, she must have been quite a sight.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked. “Are you passengers?”

“We’re pirates,” said Natasha calmly, and punched him in the face.

The fight that followed was frenzied, but short. Those who could took down the crew members in whatever way they could – mostly with fists and feet, but Sharon had a gun and was happy to use threats. Desrosiers opened what appeared to be a makeup compact and blew some of the contents in the Captain’s face, whereupon he staggered back and fell over.

“You couldn’t have just filled the bridge with that stuff?” asked Sam, punching a sailor in the stomach.

“I only had one dose, which I was saving for Newton,” said Desrosiers. “You’re just lucky he hadn’t done anything to make me use it yet.”

One by one, they felled the sailors and dragged them out to throw them over the side. Their lifejackets would keep them afloat, and Nat could see the lights on the lifeboats moving to pick them up. People must be wondering what was going on.

“Twelve!” she said, throwing a groaning woman over. Nat had broken her wrist.

“Lucky thirteen!” Sharon pushed a man over after.

“And the Captain makes fourteen.” Sir Stephen had carried him out, slung across his shoulders, and tossed him down to join the rest. “I believe that’s the last of them.”

“There are probably some emergency workers and crew members still on board,” Nat said, “but we can take them as they appear.” She brushed her hands off on her skirt and pulled her mask off, then looked around at the others. “Where’s Jim?”

Other masks came off, and people looked around. There’d been eight of them who’d set off for the bridge, but now there were only seven. Nat’s stomach sank… perhaps Jim had been injured in the fighting, and something had hit him in the neck? If they looked around the bridge, would they find another empty tuxedo lying there?

“We can worry about him in a minute,” Sharon decided. “Right now, before the people in the lifeboats decide to do anything about the fact that it’s raining sailors, we need to get underway. Does anybody know how this boat works?” She looked at Natasha, then at Sam, as the most likely people. “I’m sure we can figure it out, but it would be easier if somebody knows.”

“I’m good at boats,” Clint offered.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Good at boats?” he asked.

“When I was a kid we took a boat across the Channel, and I got to visit the bridge,” said Clint. “I can do it.”

It was therefore Clint who took the wheel. Somebody had left their peaked cap, complete with embroidered Zodiac Lines logo, on one of the instrument panels. He picked it up, spun it in the air, and then put it on his head. “All right, furl the sails! Man the crow’s nest!”

“We don’t have any sails,” said Nat, already regretting this.

“And we are the crow’s nest,” Sam added. The bridge was high up on the ship to give it the best view of the surrounding ocean.

“Humour me,” said Clint. “Engines should be this one if I remember correctly.” He took the handle of the chadburn and pumped it forward. “Full speed ahead!”

They felt the same shudder run through the vessel, which had been stopped, as had when they’d left port in Naples. Nat looked out, and saw them begin to move relative to the lifeboats.

“Hard a’port!” Clint declared, spinning the wheel left.

“That’s starboard!” Nat, Sharon, and Sam all said at the same time.

“Hard a’whatever!” he said cheerfully. “We’re turning around!”

#fanfic #steve rogers #natasha romanov #clint barton #sam wilson #sharon carter #bucky barnes

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