Edward barely has time to notice the way Stede is looking at him, because he's rather busy looking at Stede the same way. He'd seen him undressed before, in truth, having helped Roach fix him up after finding him with his guts hanging out on the deck, and then later trading clothes once he'd woken up... but they were practically strangers, then. A lot has happened since that time, realizations of feelings, the taste of Stede's lips...

Fuck, he needs to calm down, or the tight swimsuit he's wearing is about to start feeling a lot tighter. But how the fuck is he supposed to when a set of the most magnificent legs he's ever fucking seen are on display right in front of him and his shirt hangs open like a little doorway to that lovely chest.

"Lead on. I'll let you know when it starts to look familiar."