It's only right that Jack tastes like the ocean, Stephen thinks as Jack pushes him against the cabin wall and kisses him. They've been ashore for far too long, and there hasn't been time -- or opportunity -- but now, here, Jack's body presses Stephen against the hull, and his hands make themselves busy with Stephen's waistcoat.

"I believe there's fog on your glasses, doctor," Jack chuckles.

Stephen laughs, too. "I believe I could hardly be blamed, Captain. You see I was accosted -- "

"Hush," Jack orders against Stephen's lips as he kisses him again. His lips are firm, and his tongue insistent, and Stephen sighs into the kiss, leans against him.

"By God, I've missed this, Stephen," Jack murmurs as he pulls away, his eyes bright and serious in his tan face.

Stephen rubs affectionate circles on Jack's lower back, says, "You cannot think I haven't as well."

And Jack's eyes turn merry, his grin wide and white. "No, no, we have neither of us been patient, but -- "

"Jack," Stephen interrupts, pulling off his shirt which is already unbuttoned, "let's not be patient any longer, shall we?"

Jack growls, and pushes Stephen toward the table, and the ship rocks beneath as them pulls out from the port and they rock too, into one another again and again like waves until they are spent.