I raised my eyebrows from the strength of my own odor realizing she was right, and felt quite hurt to have it pointed out to me so blatantly, but then I remembered the reasons for my stink and became defensive.
“Hang on, I have a bloody good reason to smell. I was stuck inside a box for days and then had a fever for a week, and that was days ago, and still I haven’t had the chance to bathe! What's your excuse?! Yeah, that’s right. I’ve noticed you scratching under those.” I looked down and nodded towards her breasts. “You’ll end up with a rash there if you keep that up! Maybe YOU should be thinking of bathing!” She blushed.
“Hey, I’ll help if you want!” I offered with a wicked grin.
A stern hand lashed out and clipped my ear, but at the same time I could see I had struck her just as hard with my comment that she stunk also, coz she knew it. Or was it more the statement that I would help her bathe that had gotten me that swift reaction?

She turned her back on me looking pensive. “What the hell am I going to do with you?” She asked herself about yours truly.

“Well you should never turn your back on me for starters!” I stated as my hand flew out and grabbed a handful of her fleshy posterior.
Her reactions were quick to swipe my groping fingers away and her feet were quick to pursue me, but I had the youth and agility to see her attempts to grab me for retribution as nothing more than a game as I danced around just out of her reach.

The blush of embarrassment turned to one of anger as she reached for her cutlass. “Look, I’m getting sick of this. Get your little arse over here!”
Now this was the invitation I was waiting for. I flew at her quicker than even I thought was possible for my agility. Her frustration breaking down her confident facade. The cutlass got stuck momentarily, but long enough for me to grab her hand and force the weapon back into the scabbard. I rushed her backwards against the wall with my forearm plumping her breasts upward and my body pushed up tight against hers, pinning her into submission. I flicked my wrist and produced a dagger from up my sleeve and placed the point against her ribcage.
“Where the hell did you get that?” She exclaimed with surprise.
“You’d be surprised to know what I’ve been up to since you betrayed me the other night and locked me back in that fucking stinking little room. That’s no way to treat a partner!”
“You shouldn’t talk!” She grunted as she fought against me.
“You know, a smaller weapon is quicker and easier to use!” I teased as I jabbed with the dagger and we both heard the material of her bodice rent. She winced in discomfort, and I suddenly thought with dismay that maybe I had unintentionally gone to far and hurt her, so I released the pressure, which was enough to allow her manipulation to pan out.
“What like this one of yours?!” She grinned as she grabbed a tight hold of as much of my private package that would fit in her unrestrained hand.

My dagger hand dropped from her ribs and my jaw dropped even quicker, but after the initial shock of her touch the feeling became more thrilling than painful.
“Are you going to try and pull that out as well?” I wheezed out of clenched teeth with as much of a suggestive grin as I could muster under the circumstances.
She's not the only one who can be manipulating and my suggestion had her remove her hand very quickly with embarrassment.
As soon as I was free I released my tight grip on her sword hand and tossed the dagger behind me. Caer watched it clatter across the floor. Now was my chance while she was distracted.

Just as she looked back and made eye contact with me, I grabbed her face between my hands and planted a big juicy kiss full on her lips. Her eyes bulged with surprise and she issued a hollow squeal of shock into my mouth. Then our eyes closed and the reciprocation was palpable.