HMS Erebus. 1846. In the middle of the pack ice.

But in Harry Goodsir’s private quarters? There’s nothing but a warm heat, pleasantly encompassing the two individuals within.

Fraternization is strictly forbidden between crew members. But…well, something happened. Goodsir was simply too good, for lack of a better term. He’s overwhelmingly gentle, always tending to you with a caring hand and a smile. He knew nothing but respect, and that was alluring.

So, tonight, the two of you are spending time in his cabin. You’ll have to sneak out before dawn, but that’s a problem for later. For now? You’re both bare in his tiny cot, still warm and a bit sweaty from the intimacy of the night.

Goodsir strokes your hair back as you lay on his chest. His heart is beating awfully fast, no doubt overwhelmed just by being so close.

“Are you comfortable?” he whispered, tender as always. “I can— I can always adjust, if you need me too. I know there isn’t much space but—“