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You may think that Fontaine Nekton is a sheltered, unexperienced girl; nothing further from the truth. She might be spending most of her time on the Aronnax with just her family to keep her company, but do not forget about the wonders of the internet. Fontaine is an active member of several online communities. She’s had like four boyfriends, online boyfriends that she has never met in person, but still. She is no stranger to fanfiction, smutty books, sexting or even web-cam sex, and even more importantly, she had a proper education in biology, including the human reproductive system, so she is cool with all that.
Finn on the other hand… his sex-ed is lacking at best, “the talk” he had gotten from his father was not only hardly informative, but also late – Finn had figured things out on his own long before that, and we all know how well “figuring things out on your own” ends up. Finn does get more human interaction than Fontaine, often docking in various ports either to repair the Dark Orca or sell the loot, but he never had the time to “get a girl,” as his father called it. He has a flirty personality, and he had kissed a girl before, a pretty, blonde waitress at a port bar, but that was a one-time thing, sadly, and did not last long enough to become anything more than a kiss, sadly.
Keeping that in mind, let’s see how that played out.
Nektons were on their way to the supposed “ancient shipwreck” for a couple of days at that point. They departed from their research site as soon as they heard the rumours spreading in the underwater community, but clearly they did not arrive first. A large object, most probably another submarine, appeared about a kilometre ahead of them, near the supposed wreck. They were suspecting whom they would meet there.
They left the Aronnax in knights to investigate and indeed, soon the Dark Orca came into view. They decided to give the pirate ship a wide berth and approach the wreck from a different side. Close to the coordinates from the rumours, the water became cloudy, the disrupted sand still rising rather than falling.
“They must be at the wreck!” Exclaimed Ant and started in the direction of the cloud but Will caught him before the boy could get himself into trouble.
“You’re right but we can’t just rush in there” he said sternly, still holding his son’s knight by the arm, “if they see us, they will escape onto the ship and there’s no way the knights can keep up with a submarine.”
“Even as crappy one as the Orca” added Fontaine dryly. “We should get the ship away from them, then they will have no way of escaping.”
“Good idea, sweetheart” hummed Kaiko, her knight tapping its chin with its finger, mimicking her movements. “They probably left someone on the bridge, though, so we would have to trick them into moving the ship or distract them and move it ourselves…”
“Yeah, I’ll do it” said Fontaine.
“You?! Why you?! Do you think I can’t do it? Cause I can…” Ant’s rant was interrupted by Will’s calm question.
“Are you sure? If it’s Hammerhead in there, it might be dangerous”
“No way Hammerhead would miss out on an "ancient shipwreck” raid” she made air quotes, or water quotes maybe, and her knight shadowed her gesture. “And neither would Madeline, so they left Finn or Danny-Boy. Either way, I’ll manage.”
Will and Kaiko exchanged looks, reassuring each other that their child, although nearly an adult now, would be ok.
“Alright, get in there and steer the Orca towards the Aronnax but not too close, we need it to be beyond the radio signal so they have no connection” directed Will. “We will wait here until we get a message that you got the ship moving, then we’ll go see what Hammerhead is doing with that wreck.”
“Yup, wish me luck!” Fontaine swam off with a wave.
***
Getting onto the Orca was not very difficult, she swam up from behind since most ships have less sensors in the back where the propeller is, not that she expected sensors of the Orca to be working. They even left the moon pool open, what a bunch of amateurs. She secured her knight to the railing and got out. She wasn’t really familiar with the layout of the Dark Orca but from her knowledge of submarines in general she could figure out where to look for the bridge. She entered a grimy corridor with a metal grate for floor, she was thankful for the hurry she was in when leaving the Aronnax – she didn’t have time to change from her regular sneakers into her water shoes, and the foam soles were much better suited for sneaking around.
Approaching the front of the sub, she heard a rhythmic squeaking, following the sound she arrived in the doorway of the bridge. It was a small, but not claustrophobic, round room with a crappy looking control board wrapped around the perimeter only leaving a gap for the door. In the middle of the room there was a revolving chair screwed to the floor and on it, lounging, there was Smiling Finn.
He was reclining with his hands behind his head and one foot, clad in a heavy military boot, propped on the edge of the control board. She presumed that kind of footwear was practical on a ship like the Dack Orca, where everything was just waiting to attack you with falling scrap metal or spare parts haphazardly left on the floor. She still preferred her sneakers.
“Hi there, Pirate Boy” she said in a flirtatious voice and leaned on the doorframe.
Finn literally jumped in his seat. She did have to admit though, when he landed from his startled jump he was already facing her and holding a knife he produced seemingly from thin air.
“Fuck, Fontaine, you don’t have to scare me like that” the moment he realised who had almost given him a heart attack, he went from alert to his usual flirty self. The knife disappeared from his hand back into one of his cargo pants’ pockets and he sat back on the chair, this time facing the entrance. “Watcha doin’ here?”
“Oh, just poppin’ by, ya kno” mocking his drawl, she pushed herself off the doorframe and made her way towards the centre of the control board, his eyes on her the whole time. “And what are you doing, Pirate Boy?” Her tone overly flirty and her eyes fixed on his face; she was teasing him entirely on purpose.
Finn knew that she knew what he, and more importantly the rest of his crew, were doing but he was clearly not about to admit to his crimes. But if he wanted to distract her from the topic of the wreck then it would just make her job easier.
“Just chillin’” he sent her his signature smile, “and what ‘bout you, pretty? What brings you to my ship?”
“Yours? Did you get a promotion recently?”
She positioned herself at the very centre of the control board, exactly in front of the chair which, now she noticed, was not standing in the middle of the room but rather close to the centre of the control panel, close enough to reach at least some of the buttons without getting up. She sat at the edge of the console, just barely missing a row of switches behind her. Finn’s eyes momentarily jumped to her hips, although she doubted it was out of concern for the equipment.
“Easy there, Nekton, you don’t want to mess with the navigation.”
“And what if I do?” Something in his smile changed when she said that, but she couldn’t figure out what.
He leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head, then one of his boots landed on the console just next to her hip. He resumed his position from earlier and just stared at her with his usual flirty smile which was unusually infuriating this time. She did have to admit though, his biceps looked nice in that sleeveless shirt.
“So what are you doing here, Fontaine?” His eyes narrowed, but in a playful manner, not the suspicious one.
“Oh, I’m distracting you while my family is stopping yours from wreck-robbing,” she said innocently, half hoping he wouldn’t believe her.
“I see,” he nodded. “And whose bright idea was it to send you to distract me? Cause that was a genius move.”
“The genius in question,” she gestured at herself and did not miss how his gaze dropped to her body.
“Well, the idea was genius, but the execution could be better,” he looked around the room with a bored expression, “I’m getting the urge to check on the crew…”
“Maybe you should,” she glanced at a communicator on the board behind her and sent him an expectant look.
Finn seemed unsure at first but then caught on. He got up and made a step towards the console, one step being enough to stand over her. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and leaned over her.
His lips opened to say something, but she was quicker, silencing him with a kiss which surprised them both. She wasn’t planning on it, but it certainly worked as a distraction, in fact she got distracted for a second there too. Back to the mission!
She leaned back a little, pulling him by the front of his shirt. He moaned into her lips. She willed herself to keep focused and with her other hand, the one not busy with the collar of Finn’s shirt, she reached to the lever of the throttle that she had located earlier. She had to move it slowly so the acceleration and the hum of engines wouldn’t be evident, hopefully he wouldn’t notice, too busy with the kissing.
To ensure he was busy enough, she moved the hand reserved for him onto the nape of his neck end pulled him closer. He reacted immediately, grabbing her tightly by the hips, which in turn got a moan out of her. A moan she totally planed on, she did that to distract him from the noise of the engines. Totally.
Just a little bit more, she pushed the throttle the tiniest bit further and decided that was enough, she was now sure the ship was moving, although slowly, but she didn’t want to overdo it. Now all that was left to do was send the message. She wrapped her hands around Finn’s neck so she could reach her smartwatch, she had prepared the message before she came in here, so she just had to click it twice. Just to be sure, she shot a quick glance to her wrist over his shoulder, sent announced the little screen, all done. She turned the smartwatch off and then she realised she was kissing Finn. For real.
When she had no more mission to accomplish, she became suddenly aware of the situation: his mouth on hers, his hands on her hips, and his shoulders under her palms. Her attention now fully on him, she subconsciously deepened the kiss which was met with Finn’s approval. He squeezed her hips again and pulled her closer, so their bodies met. She had no idea when he positioned himself between her thighs but now he was pressing himself to her core, making her back arch.
She pushed him away. His face looked puzzled when he stumbled backwards and fell onto the chair behind him.
“Is something wro…” he did not finish his question.
“Shut up, Pirate Boy.”
Fontaine combed her hair back from her forehead, one pink strand immediately falling back down. She looked Finn up and down, she could get some fun out of that mission, she guessed. She climbed onto his lap and straddled him. The moan that escaped his lips sounded deliciously and she definitely wanted to hear more of those. Through the thin layers of her biker shorts and his trousers she could feel his dick, already getting hard. She moved her hips back and forth.
“Fuck,” she moaned into his neck.
“You swear?” He asked, his voice half dazed by pleasure. His hands resumed their position on her hips and pressed her harder onto him.
“That’s what you’re picking up on? The swearing?” She was out of breath, not from exertion by any means.
“I like the rest too,” he grinned.
She kissed him again and he eagerly reciprocated. Her hands travelled over his biceps and arms, then up to his neck and into the hair on the back of his head. She scratched her nails down his nape, making his head roll back, exposing his throat. She left a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone.
His hands slid up from her hips to her waist, he pressed her closer to himself and caught her lips with his. He was a good kisser, not that Fontaine had a ton of experience to compare him to, but she enjoyed his tongue pressing against hers and his teeth nipping at her lips. His hands wandering over her body were not half bad either, and his erection pressed against her was making her feral. She wanted to ride him until she came, and those thoughts were clearly nor coming from her logical brain. She should stop it before things go too far; she was on a mission afterall.
Indeed she was, and she got a stark reminder of that when her smartwatch vibrated with a new message from her mother.
The message read: We scared them off. They’re escaping to the sub. Evacuate.
“Och, gotta go,” she untangled herself from Finns arms and combed her hair off her face.
He looked confused, as if his brain was working at half the normal speed, which was probably the case. She got up, smoothed her clothes, which drew his eyes down to her body again, and headed to the moon pool.
“Had fun distracting you,” she called from the doorway.
“Any time, pretty.”