Frustration

"ouch" the blonde chided softly, wincing as the cloth gently brushed his skin, the smell of alcohol tingled his nostrils.

"Stop being a baby" the woman grumbled her brow furrowed in concentration. She stood before his built frame which sat upon his bed. Edward had asked for her in his cabin after returning from a brawl in tavern not to far from the docks. She didn't eagerly agree like many woman would of but followed the captain never the less. The two hadn't spoken a word until now, she had pushed him to sit and set to work.

She eyed his shirt, crimson staining the fabric, "Who's blood is that?"

"Mostly his but probably some of mine too" He smiled up at her. She rolled her pale blue eyes resting her hand on his shoulder causing the blonde to wince.

"Take your shirt off" she sighed, giving the gash on his cheek one last wipe with the cloth.

"Miss Cross we are eager today" he chuckled but was stopped by the stern glare he got from the woman. He put his hand up in surrender. Slowly he removed his shirt revealing tight taunt muscle and tattoos. For a while she stared admiring the view before her eyes flicked to the wound on his shoulder. The large gash was deep but not deep enough for stitches. She grabbed the cloth and started to clean again. Ignoring the mans childlike quips.

"What was it over?" She asked, placing the old cloth in a tub of cold water. She grabbed another and doused it in clear alcohol.

"Just simple old fashioned brawl"

"uh huh, which involved knifes?" She asked.

"A few swords yeah but by God it was fun" he smirked.

"Edward." She growled, "I cant fix you up all the time"

"Isn't that what you're here for?, to aid the wounded"

"Yes but not for those who gladly walk into a situation that they could clearly avoid." She flicked her chocolate coloured hair over her shoulder, some of the locks had fallen free from the scruffy bun on the back of her head.

"You sound like my mother"

"I will stop sounding like her when you stop being like a child" she huffed rubbing the remains of the crimson liquid from his skin. "bleeding has stopped but im gonna ave' to put bandage on it" she grimaced, "oh and avoid jumping round a bit, its not deep but could worsen'"

"What will I do without you?" He smirked at her as she began to dress his shoulder.

"oh I donno-" she paused her features thoughtful,"you could always let Roberts patch you up" she chuckled.

"I prefer a woman's touch" he grimaced, Roberts was a big man. A man that Edward was sure he could snap a bone of his with just a sneeze. She knew all to well of Edwards dislike to the doctor/cook, not that he dared to show it. She tugged at the end of the bandage tucking it in itself. He let out a grumble, rubbing the clothed area. He stood rolling the muscle and taunting his neck. "Thanks love"

"Don't push it" she looked up through her lashes, folding the drying cloth. Her brown hair fell across her face as she sat down onto a nearby stool. "Is that all Captain?" She asked picking up the old tin bucket full of dirty water and setting it on her lap.

"Aye that's all" he said pulling his shirt back on, she pouted missing the view. With a heavy sigh she pulled herself up only to be interrupted by a chuckle.

"The crew are starting to get suspicious you know"

"oh" her brow creased, "My charms aint' good enough"

He rolled his eyes and lent on the bedpost, "you're one of the only woman I know to stomach a ship"

"You mean the crew?" She smirked pulling her hair from the bun, brown locks cascaded down to her shoulders wild and free. "I've earnt the men's respect, heck I've sown half of 'em back together" she babbled retying her hair in the processes.

"Yet you spend most of your time in the belly, never topside" he huffed sensing her stubbornness towards the subject. He watched her slide on her heavy over coat, pale eyes catching his. She picked up the little worry in his voice the slight quirk in his brow.

"Are you worrying about me Kenway?" She bit her lip tugging at the sash around her waist.

A sly smirk crossed his lips with a sigh he shock is head, "Can't I worry bout my crew"

Her heart sank a little knowing all to well of his loyalty to his men but she wanted to be a little more than just 'part of the crew'. She crossed her arms and gave him a soft smile, " Your rough look don't suit your kindness"

His smile faltered, so his whole assassin/pirate act didn't scare her. He moved from the bedpost and stalked forward. He stood before her, she had to crane her neck up to look him in the eye. "Take the kindness-"

She placed a finger to his lips, it frustrated him but also aroused a spark in his chest. He had to fight the urge not to take her against the wall. She stood her ground, lips puckered, brow furrowed. "The act dosnt fool me kenway, Maybe your men but not me" and with that she left him, scampering out the the door bucket in arms.

AN: -heavy breathing- A new story huh bad news, kinda. As i haven't actually posted anything up on this site in a while. I've been sticking away from here and i shouldn't have D: So i thought i post something a little more...free. As these are only one shots and drabbles. I will be keeping up to date with them, hopefully. I am currently playing through this game and my mind is bursting with idea's. The next chapter should be up soon and you will have a better description on my OC :D