Disclaimer: This could probably classify as PG-13 as the rest of the parts have been, but just for added saftey of the implications in this part I am rating it R.
Author's Note: Thank you very, *very*, VERY much to all of you who have been following along with CP and critiquing this for me. That includes JabberHut, kitty15, Rei, JFW1415, and chocoholic (when you catch up 
). I just wanted to alert you all to my thinking here. Many of you have commented and iterated on the same topics through out this. Mainly, more description, and slow down. Just want you to know, I hear you! And keep telling me where to slow down, and where you want more description because that's extremely helpful to me. But just so we're all clear, this is obviously not a final draft. Right now I'm concentrating on my plot moving along how I want it. Later I will go back and add more description where you told me to, and slow down the timing, because I know I'm moving this very quickly. Thank you for your patience and kind help! 
Love,
~Yoyo 
*continued from Part 8!*
Circus Pirates - Part 9
The next thing I knew I had leaned in and I was kissing him. I could hear the sounds of the Captain’s party still enjoying dessert in the room behind me. Then all of a sudden, the doors to the room flew open next to us. We both jumped and I flattened my back against the wall. The orange light from the room spilled out across the ship’s deck and the little cabin boy marched out with an armful of empty dessert plates. Andrew laughed and the boy wheeled around. He called out to the boy.
“Carl! Here, these too.” He handed the boy our two empty plates. I regretted accidentally dumping my cake out over the railing. It smelled good, and my stomach twinged a little.
The boy took our plates and ran down the stairs to Cookie’s galley.
The door to the Captain’s quarter’s had closed and we were left behind, quietly laughing in the moonlight, listening to the sudden dull quietness behind the wall.
“Come,” Andrew said, taking my hand and guiding me across the ship’s deck and up a level to the very front of the bow.
“Now,” Andrew said, “I don’t think we got to finish.” He leaned in and we were kissing again. I had only kissed two other boys before. They apparently weren’t as good as I thought they had been. Andrew’s kiss was delightful and left me with a knot of joy in my stomach. He parted and smiled at my stunned face. I grinned and he laughed.
The ships bow bobbed up and down in a slow rhythm with the ocean waves. He walked to the railing and leaned over the bow’s railing. He motioned me over and pointed to the front of the ship.
“That’s Brigid,” he said.
“The figurehead?” I asked, leaning over the railing to see the redheaded vixen perched on the tip of the bow. She was scantily clad in a white flowing dress with her red hair carved into luxurious curls.
“Yes,” Andrew said, turning to face me and taking a step forward, closing the gap between our bodies. “She has the same shape you do,” he said, trailing a finger from my shoulder, down the tip of my breast, and to my navel. I shivered, goose bumps running down my skin. He leaned in and kissed me more.
I wanted to think about what he was doing, but my mind was moving slowly, and it just felt so good. His lips were warm and so gentle. The ship’s deck was hard but smooth on my bare back, worn down with age and use.
Things suddenly grew darker and Andrew’s hands wandered. My body was simply pleased and my slow mentality gave no thought. I realized that dark clouds had covered the bright moon above us. A deep rumbling echoed around the ship off the ocean waves rocking the ship slowly up and down. The only light left now were the few stars piercing through the holes of the cloud cover over the ship. My skin roiled with pleasure as the coolness of the night slipped away, Andrew’s body keeping me warm.
I watched as the clouds slowly filled in the sky, Andrew’s lips at my neck. The churning clouds felt like the churning in my stomach. The ship began rocking up and down more violently. The feeling suddenly changed when a bolt of lightning cracked down from the sky, Andrew’s body thrusting against mine.
The rain never came down, but the thunder threatened us from the skies, the clouds only raining far off over the black and blue ocean.
After that, my drunken state of mind was in such rapture, I don’t remember the rest of the night.
*Part 10 is a work in progress! Who'da thought it'd be this long? 
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