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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 21:15:51 GMT
My grin broadens for a moment.. hell I don't give a d@mn about rationality for the moment. I am a pirate after all. And so is Scarlett. That's right. A pirate indeed. That's why I like 'r again. And that's why I came back for her. With the proper amount of back-up and support.. she does make one hell of a pirate. As she is proving once again.
"I could show ye, but yer just a li'll too far away from me, luv." I tell her, most certainly not backing down from this talk. On the contrary. I dare her to either continue this or pull it to a stop before we do something she'd regret later.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 21:22:59 GMT
And I take the offer, continuing the talk and daring to find out what he meant. Though, I should admit, that I could easily guess what it's leading to. And I am not going to back away. I've wanted it subconsciously since I saw him. I know I might regret it later, I know that I can't trust him anymore, I know he hurt me once and it was so painful that I almost killed myself... I know it.
He's a pirate who I can't trust. He can play with me and hurt me again.
I know it all.
I. Don't. Care.
I want to enjoy my life.
I smile rather seductively. "Well then, I guess you could approach a little bit, it won't hurt you", - I tell him, hoarsely a bit.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 21:29:17 GMT
A boyish and mischievious twinkle comes to my eyes. I slide of the table and take a hold of her hand as soon as I'm standing. Without waiting for her to react to that I swiftly pull her onto her feet, from her chair. The sudden movement makes her stumble and she'd most likely drop to the floor.. if it wasn't for my free arm, which I strongly wrap around her waist. With her pressed against me oh so tightly I look into her eyes again, my deep brown eyes piercing hers in a way that she can't just look away like that. "You're temptin' me indeed, luv." I whisper, leaning so close that our lips are almost against eachothers. I let go of her hand and move it towards her face, letting the fingertips tickle her sensitive skin of her neck, behind her ears where I play with a lock of her hair. In the meanwhile I never once look away.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 21:39:44 GMT
Oh my God... - that's all I can think when he embraces me so tightly. Close to him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the touch of his fingers on my neck... I am losing everything but the desire I can't fight. I don't want to fight. I won't fight. My heart is pounding in my chest, 'cause I can't believe this is really happening to me, that this isn't a dream, but the reality...
I look into his eyes, feeling that this is the real moment when I choose what will become of me. Either I stay a miserable caged bird for the rest of my life, or I take the offer and soar high into the sky, trying out my newly spread wings. I choose to spread my wings.
Just a millimeter more, but I lean closer to him, so that our lips touch, though it's not a kiss yet, it's just a soft pressure of my lips against his. "The best way to get rid of a temptation", - I whisper, feeling his moustache tingle my lips, - "is to yield to it", - I finish and put my arms around his neck, standing a bit on the tip-toes, so that our faces are on the same level.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 21:50:32 GMT
"Then yield it we shall." I whisper hoarsely, and my hand that was near her neck slides to the back of it, so I can guide her lips firmer onto mine with by drawing her closer. And when the touch of our lips becomes definate, so does the kiss. The kiss that had been building up ever since we met again. Building up over the past ten years, even. Building up since the last kiss we shared.
It's worth it. Come what may, it'll be worth it. Because the touch of her lips and the taste of her makes my head spin more than rum could ever do tonight. And the kiss is more passionate than a first kiss should probably be. It betrays how either of us longed for this moment, without letting our desires be spoken out loud. Or even thought, for that matter. But this moment I don't give a d@mn and just kiss her, firmly and deeply - while my embrace around her waist becomes even tighter.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 21:59:19 GMT
I knew it was coming... I hoped it would come. And now I can't think of anything else, but his arms around me, his lips pressed against mine... We're together. I reply to the kiss, passionately, hotly, realizing that I've been dreaming of it ever since the last kiss we had, I've been hoping it would happen again. And now I feel that my real life is fully back to me. As if there had been no these horrible ten years. As if there had been no this awful suicide-attempts. As if nothing bad had ever happened.
Though, having suffered quite much, I've learnt to value good moments more. And this moment is worth much. It's worth the ten-year-waiting.
I deepen the kiss even more, not wanting to let go of him, not wanting this wonderful sensation of freedom to come to an end... though, finally, I have to break the kiss due to the lack of oxygen, but, it takes me a moment to breathe in the air and kiss him again.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 22:07:58 GMT
The second kiss is more strong and firm than the first even, and when she presses her lips and body against mine I stumble for a second which results in me leaning my back against the table as our kiss is going strong. I still hold her tight against me, though. Not letting go that easily anymore. Call me selfish, if you wish, but now that I have her I do claim her as rightfully mine. For how long it may last. I know all too well that not all treasure is silver and gold.. not anymore, at least.
When we break the kiss a second time I take a breath of air, feeling like my lungs were about to burst in two. Though our lips down part far, and even as I speak she can feel mine tickling against hers "...even if ye chose to kill me for this... what a way to go!" I grin and steal another kiss from her lips.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 22:17:23 GMT
I pull close to him, kissing him back so passionately that I can hardly remember whether I've ever shared such a passionate kiss before! It seems like this kiss had been wanted by the both of us for a long time, and when we finally dared to let it happen, all the supressed desire burst out onto the surface and now it's hardly tameable. My lips against his, our bodies locked in a tight embrace... what else could I dream of?
I'm back. On the Pearl, being kissed by the only man in this world who makes my head spin and my heart beat twice as fast. And I feel the happiness and the brightness of this world being poured back into my body, as I start *living* again. Selfish as he may be, he still manages to make other people happy. At least, I am happy. Thanks to him.
When the third kiss is broken - due to the same reason, I lean my forehead against his and look into his eyes, my own sparkling with happiness now. "I wouldn't choose to kill you now", - I smirk. - "We have some more business together", - I say playfully, obviously teasing him. - "Like... for example, more fighting-practice", - I tease him.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 15, 2006 22:28:08 GMT
I groan in disagreement, pulling her just a little closer to me. Honestly, can you blame me? It has been bloody months since I had a girl in me arms. That's what sailing across the Atlantic does for you. Especially with the delays by storms and fool winds. And moreover, the particular girl in me arms now is Scarlett.. I'd say I definately cannot be blamed at all.
"Fight practice can go to hell." I tell her, moving my lips over her face and placing tiny featherlight kisses all over, "I'll just lock you up safe and sound.. in me cabin." I grin, and playfully give her another kiss - biting her bottom lip softly and teasingly.
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Post by Lana on Jul 15, 2006 22:34:27 GMT
I can't resist grinning, while goosebumps go down my spine, making me incredibly excited and... well, I can't be blamed either, can I? I've dreamt of and about this moment, though I've never dared to believe it would actually happen. "So protective all of a sudden?" - I smirk, replying to that teasing kiss willingly, suddenly thinking that I am very grateful to French people for having come up with a rather good way of kissing  It seems like we can't let go of each other tonight, 'cause it feels like a dream, and I'm holding on to Jack, as if the dream would finish as soon as I let him go... and I don't want it to finish. Ever. |
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It seems like we can't let go of each other tonight, 'cause it feels like a dream, and I'm holding on to Jack, as if the dream would finish as soon as I let him go... and I don't want it to finish. Ever.