"I don't think that's a good idea." Twisting his hand over, he saw to his surprise that it was almost two AM. "We should get some sleep on an actual bed."
"It feels so cozy here." She murmured. Twisting her head around, she sought and found his lips. He was still buried deep inside her and was not surprised to feel himself hardening.
"I think we should do something about that before we attempt to board the ship." She whispered against his mouth, a smile curving her lips.
"Oh Christ." He groaned. Giving into the temptation, he drove into her and was immediately lost.
*****
"It's nothing." She insisted.
"It doesn't look like nothing. I'm calling Dr. Henderson." He started to rise when she laid a hand on his arm to restrain him.
"It's heartburn. And this one is kicking my ass." She rubbed her stomach slowly. "I ate some chocolate double mint ice cream and a slice of the wedding cake and the fried chicken. I just need-- Oh God!"
"What?" he surged to his feet in alarm as she struggled to get up.
"I need to throw up."
Taking her hands, he hauled her out of the sofa where she had been having a nap and hurriedly led her into the bathroom.
"If I go down, there's no guarantee, I can get back up." She warned.
"I'm here." Grabbing a fluffy white towel, he folded it several times and placed it in front of the commode before helping her down.
Holding her hair in one hand, he wrapped the other around her waist and waited until she emptied her stomach. When she was done, she leaned back against his chest weakly.
"I thought I was done with this."
"So, did I. Was it--" he firmed his lips and felt the guilty eating away at him. "Last night I was very rough. I should have left you alone."
"That's nonsense and you know it." She closed her eyes and was content just to stay in his arms.
"Let's get you up and get some tea in you. It could be the bad weather we're facing. Captain Sturgess said we should be out of it in the next hour."
She nodded, gripping his hands as he helped her to her feet.
"Some plain soup will do."
He led her to the sink so she could rinse her mouth out before taking her back to lie down. Reaching for the phone, he dialed the kitchen and made his request.
"I'll tell them you won't be able to make dinner."
"No." She shook her head. "It's the last night on the ship and I would like to say goodbye to your family."
"Leanne--"
She gripped his hand. "I promise to rest and get some more sleep. I'll be fine."
He eyed her steadily for a minute as if trying to ascertain it for himself. "All right. I'm still going to have Dr. Henderson check your vitals."
"That I will agree to."
*****
"Thank you my sister." The woman sent her a grateful smile as Violet placed the tray on the table in front of her. "You've beensuch a treasure, I have no idea what I would do without your help."
"That's what we're put on this earth for."
