[Stede had a wife, and now he had-- this. It's easy to imagine these warm fingers sweeping through a woman's fine shining hair, expert in the effort as they were now (slowly) becoming expert at far less refined acts.
(If it were someone else, Edward might have teased that it was an awful trade, to have changed a wife for a co-captain. But it's Stede, and the though sticks in his throat through a self-preservation instinct he doesn't quite know the edges of yet.)
It's quite soothing, having fingers directly in his hair like this. If it weren't for the need to be attending to his own beard, Edward have been tempted to close his eyes and simply sink into the sensation.]
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(If it were someone else, Edward might have teased that it was an awful trade, to have changed a wife for a co-captain. But it's Stede, and the though sticks in his throat through a self-preservation instinct he doesn't quite know the edges of yet.)
It's quite soothing, having fingers directly in his hair like this. If it weren't for the need to be attending to his own beard, Edward have been tempted to close his eyes and simply sink into the sensation.]
And when I've ruined them?