I wrote this because I recently became obsessed with AC4's portrayal of Charles Vane and there wasn't enough fic about him. Enjoy.

As a woman, captaining a crew made entirely of men was quite the challenge.

Fiona had the occasional man try to overthrow her as the captain, thinking it would be an easy task. How wrong they had been. She was well-trained in swordplay, and good with her bare fists as well. Even if they'd bested her in a fight, she did have a few unconditionally loyal crew members aboard, such as her sister Brianne, who served as quartermaster.

Together, she and her sister had become quite the successful pirate duo, despite their young age, Brianne currently being twenty-one, herself being nineteen.

Their ship, the Banshee, was Fiona's pride and joy. She cared for it as if it were her own child. Dolled it up with strong armor, unbeatable roundshot cannons, and the finest sails available to her. It was her baby.

The sisters had both agreed that Fiona was a better fit to be captain than Brianne, as she had spent more time learning every nook and cranny of a ship there was to know about with her father back in Ireland.

She looked into her mirror. Her thick, unruly sandy blonde hair cascaded down her back, ending at the pinch of her waist. Her skin was pale and freckled, sharply contrasted by pouting rosy lips and dark brown eyes lined with black kohl. Her skin was for the most part spotless, save a pink scar on her left temple that began at her brow and ended close to her hairline.

Her sister was far more beauteous than she. Naturally curly copper hair that shone like fire in the sun, sparkling blue eyes, and an hourglass figure complemented by a generous bust. Here she was with wide hips and a slightly more muscular frame, and while her chest was nothing to scoff at, it wasn't nearly as big as Brianne's.

Did she mind? Not at all. Beauty isn't all it's cracked up to be.

"Captain! Brig spotted off the port stern!"

She returned from her thoughts, completely alert. She burst from the captain's quarters, tying her wild hair into a bun and stuffing it inside her hat. She had her sword on her right hip, and her blunderbuss on her left. She was ready for whatever may come.

"Give me what you've got, Brianne," she said, as her sister looked into the spyglass a second time. After a few moments, she shook her head.

"I'm afraid I can't make it out from here with the damn sun in my eyes, you try," she said, and Fiona accepted the spyglass. She looked into it and gathered as much information as she could.

"It's the Ranger," Fiona said, concentrating. She'd heard of the Ranger and her Captain, Charles Vane. Never seen or met the man, but he had quite a reputation in Nassau. "Coming up on the port side, and she's coming up fast."

Fiona only had moments to act. She gave Brianne a look, which she immediately understood.

"Men!" Brianne shouted, "Prepare for battle!" The crew cheered, itching for a good fight, whether they won or lost. They hadn't seen action in weeks.

Fiona, however, was deep in thought. She looked up at her pristine white sails. Yes, the black flag still flew at the top of her ship. Why was the Ranger, a fellow pirate, attacking her?

Before she could come up with a feasible answer, she heard the distant sound of cannon fire.

"Brace!" Fiona screamed, ducking and shoving Brianne down as well. A cannon ball whizzed over where her head once was, splashing into the water on the opposite side. Lucky for her, it was a poorly aimed shot, and only a few cannon balls pierced the hull. While the damage was minimal, she still hated anything harming her baby.

"Return fire, dammit!"

A good shot. Not one missed. The Ranger was still rapidly closing in, and Fiona could hear the shouts and snarls of Charles Vane's crew as the Banshee was rammed. She jerked on her feet, but managed to stay upright.

"Men, let's cut this short and board her while she's close!" She shouted, brandishing her sword and immediately sprinting to the side. Quickly borrowing her sister's flintlock pistol, she aimed with her right eye, squinting, and shot the ropes that held the Ranger's sails.

She was an unbeatable shot, and the bullet sliced through the ropes. A few of the Ranger's sails floated gracefully down into the seawater, and she grinned as it slowed to a stop.

Though closely followed by her crew, Fiona was the first to set foot on her enemy's ship. All the crew looked the same, following some loose uniform, she supposed. None of them mattered to her. She scanned the deck for the ship's captain. Spotting him getting ready to lock swords with one of the biggest members of her crew, she grinned madly.

She wanted this to end with as little bloodshed as possible. Honestly.

"Charles Vane!" she yelled, catching both men's attention. She strutted over to him, pushing her own man away. "Let's settle this, just you and me, hm?"

He scoffed, and Fiona had a feeling she knew why.

"A woman?" he laughed incredulously, looking at her crew. "Your ship is captained by a damned woman? A pretty one, too. I pity you, I really do." Fiona glared at him, whipping out her sword and pointing it at him.

"You'll regret your choice of words, Vane, I can promise you that."

Vane glared back, but was clearly under the impression that this would be an easy conquest.

"As you wish," he said, eager for a fight. He brought out his sword as well.

Fiona waited for him to make the first move. She wanted this to be quick. She had better things to do than put a man like Vane in his place.

As expected, Vane lunged forward at Fiona, aiming to slice when he should have aimed to pierce. She easily blocked his hit. Hooking her leg on his and pulling violently, Vane fell on his back, and without hesitation, Fiona grabbed her blunderbuss and held it to him, business end only inches from his face.

In a way, Vane was right. It was an easy conquest. Only not for who he expected.

Her crew laughed, filling the man with rage. He tried to get back up and fight, but Fiona kicked him and held the blunderbuss directly to his forehead.

"You were saying, Vane?"

Fiona dragged Vane over onto her own ship, displaying him on the deck. his hands were tied behind his back. She looked him up and down, and she had to admit, it was good to finally put a face to the name. It wasn't a bad face, either, for someone who was almost twice her age.

"Charles Vane. Born 1680 in England. I have to admit, after hearing so much about you, I didn't expect...this. A little lackluster."

She lied. She actually found his face quite attractive, and it was getting more so by the second as anger and shame filled his expression. Fiona smiled.

"And what, pray tell, have you heard about me, Mr. Vane?" she asked, completely expecting his answer.

"I ain't heard of you once in my life, bitch," he said, earning a smack to the back of his head from Brianne. He growled in response, rage burning in his eyes. God, it was arousing. She could feel the heat gathering in her lower stomach the more she looked at him.

How long had it been since she'd had a good fuck, anyway? Months?

"The name's Fiona, and it's not one you'll be forgetting soon, I assure you."

"What shall we do with 'im, captain?" Brianne said, snapping Fiona from her dirty thoughts. She made a show of pretending to think about what to do with him, but she'd already decided. She hooked her finger, making a motion with it indicating she wanted them to follow her to her quarters.

They entered the dark room, lit only by a small window on the far side of the room and a few candles here and there. She noticed he still had some weapons on him.

"Search him thoroughly. Take any weapons he has, and leave us," she said. Brianne knew exactly what it was she had planned for him, and gave Fiona a knowing smirk. She winked back.

After a brief search, Brianne had removed a few spare daggers and one flintlock from his person.

"Leave us, please, Brianne. Lock the door behind you, and under no circumstances am I to be disturbed." Her sister did as she was asked, grinning the whole way.

When she heard the click of the lock, it took her everything she had not to jump him right then and there, rip his clothes off, and take him there on the floor. God, she needed this so badly, but she wanted to take her time and savor it.

She stepped closer, looking him up and down. Removing her hat and coat, she let her hair fall messily around her now bare shoulders.

"So," she said, staring into his steel gray eyes. "What business does a pirate like you have attacking my ship? My ship, which I remind you, flies the black flag?" She circled him slowly, trailing her index finger around his torso. You could feel his muscles flexing underneath his shirt.

"You looked like you had some good takes and I wanted them. Simple as that."

God, his voice was so deep and gravelly. It was men like him that reminded her why she liked older men. Fiona could barely focus on what he was saying, only the way it sounded when he said it. Returning to his front, she rubbed his chest.

He eyed her warily, a bit uncomfortable. She didn't blame him. Sure, sex was all well and good, but it was a bit different with someone who was an enemy.

She pushed out her chest, trying to showcase her cleavage. Why men found them so attractive, she had no clue, but they did, and it was a fool's mistake not to use them against your enemy. Sure enough, his gaze travelled downward to her chest and he gulped.

"Well, then," she said, "give me what I want and we can forget this ever happened."

She spun him around, leaning him against a table. Tired of waiting, she gently rubbed his thighs, inching closer to his groin by the second. He groaned.

"You don't wanna go down this road, girl," he said, looking down at her with lust in his eyes. Fiona raised a brow.

"Don't I?" she said, finally ghosting her fingers over his crotch. He was hard, she could feel it underneath his trousers. "I think I do, Vane. I really do."

Slowly, she unbuttoned his trousers. His cock sprang out, not completely erect just yet, but well on its way. Standing and stepping back, she removed her top at an achingly slow pace.

"Fuck," he whispered as her breasts were exposed to his eyes, nipples hardening. Smirking, she wiggled out of her trousers as well. Completely naked and standing before him, Fiona looked down at his impressive girth, now completely erect.

It always amused her how easily men were aroused.

Crossing the short distance between them, she pressed her body against him, feeling his member pressing against her hip. He flinched. She was surprised by how easily he was swayed.

Fiona reached down, dragging a single finger down the length of the top of his cock. He shuddered, moaning at the small touch. He threw his head back when she grasped the thick member in her hand and gave it an experimental pump. She kissed his now exposed throat, loving the feeling of his groan vibrating under his lips.

Men always were quick to finish. She could tell Vane was no exception, and his quick and heavy breathing told her that he was already nearing an orgasm. Just as she were sure he was about to come, she stopped. Vane nearly cried out at the lack of touch.

"Dammit, woman, why did you stop?" he yelled. She stood back, admiring his body. That body would look good kneeling on the floor between her legs.

Roughly grabbing a fistful of his hair, she moved him and took his place on the table. He growled at her, still angry and needing release. She forced him down, to his displeasure, and he glared up at her.

She was right. He looked downright fuckable kneeling on the floor between her legs.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. He refused at first, stiff under her lips, but some light stroking of his chest solved the issue. He kissed back, slowly and gently, and she parted his lips and delve her tongue into his mouth. She could taste the rum he must have been drinking.

She'd had enough of that, and wanted pleasure. Now. Yanking him back by his hair again, she draped both legs over his shoulders and sat patiently, waiting for him to put his mouth to work.

When his tongue touched Fiona's sex, her hips almost shot forward, seeking more. He lapped at her entrance, eager to please. Every time he drew his tongue over her swollen clit, she bucked her hips, and whimpered.

After months of abstinence, Fiona was overly sensitive to his assault on her cunt. Every lick had her mewling praise to him, and every time his tongue pushed into her entrance she let out a breathy moan. Her grip in his hair must have been painful, but he wasn't complaining. Her orgasm was swiftly approaching.

"V-Vane," she whimpered, "I'm so close…"

She looked down at him and the sight of him pleasuring her was too much. His eyes flickered up to lock with her own, gauging her reaction as his tongue mercilessly flicked over her clit.

At that moment, Fiona tittered over the edge, crying out loudly. He kept licking as she squirmed, seeing stars behind closed eyes. Her body was tensed and rigid, feeling the high throughout herself. As she floated down from her high, he licked her a few more times, sending aftershocks of ecstasy through her. Finally done, Vane stops, smirking up at her with his face wet.

"Satisfied, Fiona?" he said. The fact that he'd brought her to orgasm made him more cocky and self absorbed than he already was. Rightly so, in her opinion. She felt completely spent. There was a layer of hot sweat coating every inch of her skin.

When she sat up and looked down at him, she could see his erection still going strong, twitching and ready.

"Stand up," she said. He obeyed. She reached behind him and untied his wrists with ease and removing his shirt before pulling him closer for a kiss. She hooked her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and pressing his hardness against her sensitive sex. Feeling him against her was already bringing her arousal back from the dead.

"Fuck, Fiona," he groaned, trying to restrain from thrusting into her. She couldn't tell why, when that was exactly what she wanted.

"Yes, Vane, fuck," she hissed, pushing her hips forward in an effort to relay her desires. He rubbed the length of himself up and down for a moment, then sank himself into her. They both stilled, revelling the moment. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms on his back. Vane rested his forehead on the table next to her head. She could feel his breath on her shoulder as he panted. After a few seconds, he finally managed to move, making shallow thrusts into her. Sighs filled the room as they both felt the pleasure from his movements.

He was a surprisingly considerate lover, as his starting pace was gentle and slow. While it wasn't bad, it wasn't what she wanted.

"Vaaane," she whined, chest heaving up and down from her labored breaths, "f-faster." He kept up his slow pace, and she groaned in frustration.

"Patience," he said, "all good things to those who wait."

"Fuck you, Vane," she said, gasping as he sped up a bit.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, driving into her faster with every passing second. With every thrust he made, she could feel herself coming closer and closer to coming.

Then, without warning, he withdrew himself from her.

"Wha-" Fiona didn't get a chance to finish what she was saying as he flipped her over, pushing her chest into the table, and slammed into her from behind, earning a guttural scream from her. Each thrust pushed her forward onto the table, and she knocked over a few books and papers trying to find something to hold onto.

He was now pounding into her tight pussy, hard and fast, just how she liked it.

"You like that, do ya?" he growled in her ear. She moaned in response

The new angle offered new pleasure, and every time he slammed himself to the hilt in her, she felt an almost painfully amazing feeling inside her. A few thrusts later and she was caterwauling as she tightened around him, her orgasm hitting her hard.

She had no time to recover, as he still hadn't finished yet and was still going strong. He continued his onslaught, and so quickly after an orgasm Fiona felt herself drawing closer to another.

Vane pressed her forehead against her shoulder, not slowing down as he reached around her body and flicked her clit in time with his thrusts. She tightened once again, constricting around him as she came a third time that evening. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, no sound escaping her lips. Vane gradually slowed to a stop, and she could feel him emptying himself into her.

The sweat from their intense sex left them sticking together. As he slid out from her entrance, Fiona felt his cum spilling from between her legs. He peeled himself off of her and slipped his arms underneath her. They both staggered over to her bed and collapsed, still fighting to regain their breath. He pulled her closer to him, dragging the sheets over her sore body.

The two of them dozed off, oblivious to how much time had passed.

"Fiona?" Brianne called from behind the door. "Fiona?"

She snapped her eyes open. Looking out the window, she swore. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. It was now sundown.

"Sleep well?"

Fiona whipped her head around to find Vane, still naked in her bed, staring at her with a self-satisfied smirk on his stupid, gorgeous face.

She only groaned in response and rushed to dress herself.

"Get dressed, you need to get back to your crew."

"Yeah, since you shot my sails down, I'm stranded. I'm not going anywhere, love," he said, rolling his eyes at her. She sighed exasperatedly, and went to stand by the door.

"Brianne?"

"Yes?"

"Give the crew of the Ranger some of our spare rope and sails so that they may return to Nassau, please."

"Yes, captain."

Fiona heard Brianne calling out for the spare items she had instructed her to give to Vane's crew. She looked at Vane, who was smiling triumphantly.

"There, problem solved, now get dressed and get off my ship," she said, tying her hair up into a ponytail.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in his gravelly voice, and she had to fight from taking off what clothes she'd put back on and fucking him again. God, she loved it when men said that to her.

Vane got dressed, but was painfully slow in doing it. She tapped her foot impatiently. After she finally heard booted feet walking towards her, she turned on him.

"Good, you're done now-mm!"

Vane cut her off with his lips on her own. He'd caught her off guard, but she quickly recovered and reciprocated. Their jaws moved together, and for a solid minute they were locked together in a heated kiss. His hands wandered lower and lower down her back, and feeling they would get too far, she parted from him with a soft smack, he simpered down at her.

"See you in Nassau, eh, love?"

The fact that he wanted to see her again made her legs turn to jelly. She managed a soft "uh huh" as he kissed her forehead.

Both at the door, Fiona pushed him aside. As captain, she had to exit first. Opening the door, she came face to face with both her crew and his. Turning to Brianne, she smiled.

"Brianne, please return Mr. Vane's personal effects to him and send him on his way."

"Yes, Fiona," Brianne nodded, smiling at her. She knew exactly what Fiona had done and neither of them were ashamed one bit.

As Vane returned to the Ranger, they both eyed one another hungrily. He was the first to cast off, and Fiona waited until he had gotten a good distance away before calling out her next orders to her crew.

"Men! Get those sails opened. I'm setting a course for Nassau."

Please don't judge me I just really like Vane.

Hope you liked it.