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Not able to help himself, Elijah laughed as he remembered the events she described. Between pulling a pistol on everyone who questioned her, until Sebastian took it away, and becoming spitting mad and spouting off Spanish, he had always known the type of woman she was underneath. "Josephine..." He started, finally looking back at her, his smile still present. "Have you met the women I grew up around? My mother is a socialite who somehow managed to tame a pirate lord, loves him through and through, and had children with him. Then there's the woman said pirate lord views as a mother, who tamed, loves and married Jones..." Pausing for a moment, he chuckled, "And lastly, there's my sister." The expression she still wore was priceless. "Trust me, you're normal in my book."
Her initial statement made him smile but didn't elicit a response, he just cracked looked down at her through the short distance. Pulling his head back to watch her motion with her hand, Elijah hesitated, his smile withering a little at the edges. Apparently he was hoping for another easy question about one of his scars, but this one threw him off. "T-that's a bit harder to explain." Squirming slightly, he looked away, looking for a way to tell her the truth but not sound pathetic. "To put it simply?" His nerves suddenly came back, blocking off most of his capability to think. "From the beginning." The blushing response was immediate, and he was afraid to look back at her... Afraid to move. His whole body went still as he awaited her reaction.
Yawning, Elijah turned and pressed his forehead against Josephine's as she rested against his shoulder. He had a feeling that there was something going unsaid, but if she really wanted to know, he was pretty sure she would come out with it. The ship was a rumor mill, and even though ninety percent of it was fabricated, that sneaky ten percent was true. She heard a lot more than he did, as he was the Captain's son. Loose lips just didn't happen around him. "I think it's about time we get some sleep, eh? We're just hours away from sunrise." He murmured softly, "Unless there was something else you wanted to ask." Slipping his hand up her soft skin towards her waist, he tucked his hands under her borrowed shirt and explored the areas of her lower back.
Elijah chuckled as she reiterated the stories that he was already familiar with. "Have you seen Alice? Who else's daughter could she be other than the Captain's?" Alice's looks all came from their mother, but the black hair and emerald green eyes were all Sebastian. On the flip side, he took after his biological father's looks, meaning he wasn't nearly as striking to look at as his sister with his brown hair and eyes. "I'm going to need you to keep the fact that I confirmed your suspicion to yourself. You don't know the uproar and possible riot it could cause if the men knew and decided to exploit the matter."
Rolling his eyes a little at the comment about him being dangerous, Elijah let that go. He never did anything dangerous, besides live on a pirate ship and pickpocket when the need arose. The few moments of silence wasn't uncomfortable as his own fingers mirrored the movement of Josephine's as they just lay together and enjoyed company. "What ever would give you that idea?" He asked sarcastically, peeking down at her only to give her a lopsided smirk. "No, I'm not." Stating it simply, he watched for a reaction, "Why do you ask?"
"I don't get into fights..." Elijah stated calmly, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of her fingertips traveling across his chest and belly. "I usually am the one in the middle breaking them up, and some people don't take too kindly to that." Cracking one eye open, he knew exactly which scar she was hovering over. That one nearly cost him his life. "And I got that one doing what I just described. One of the crew, who is thankfully no longer with us, thought another sailor's woman was a whore while we were in port." He started, tucking one arm behind his head to better watch Josephine exploring his skin. "Long story short, he was drunk, the guy was angry, and the mediator took four inches of finely crafted tri-point steel to the side. Mom doesn't even know about that. The Captain thought it best not to let her know she nearly lost her son."
Opening his mouth to protest the accusation, he slowly shut it when there was nothing that could have been said at that moment to defend himself that wouldn't come off sounding childish. "Go back and grow up with a sibling like Alice," Elijah said, furrowing his eyebrows, "And see if you turn out one-hundred percent okay." The mock pout didn't last long, her teasing getting the better of him. "She tortured me when we were kids. I'm surprised I fared as well as I did, actually." Rolling onto his back, his hand remained on her upper leg, keeping it draped across him as he shifted. "Any other questions I can answer for you, m'lady?"
"That particular scar has an interesting story..." Looking away for a moment, he trailed his fingertips along her leg. "Alice and I were about four at the time," Pausing to smile, he now found it funny, but for years it was a sore subject. "playing in the yard, and she had just found a big bullfrog." Looking up at Josephine, the humor shone through his eyes. "I was terrified of everything then, especially dirty, slimy things, and she thought it would be funny to chase me around with the bullfrog. Up until I slipped and knocked my head against the dock in Amy's backyard." The scene was vivid in his mind as he remembered the world turning red from the blood pouring down his face. "The blood freaked Alice out so she ran away, leaving me and the bullfrog face to face, and I ended up having to walk back up to the house, bleeding all over myself, and calmly telling my mother that I think I needed a bandage. She looked about ready to have a heart attack."
Following her lead, Elijah got lost in the moment. The feeling of her hands on him was something he never expected to actually experience. Shuddering as she drew her leg up to hook around his waist, his own hand found its way to her bare skin, sliding dangerously high up on her thigh. The sudden shock of their teeth hitting together was startling, but her laughter diffused something that could have been a very tense moment. "Don't be." He said, chuckling, as he kissed the backs of her fingers as she hid her mouth from view. "If anyone asks, I promise to deny that happened." Grinning against her hand, he took in how she looked from this close. A light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose was barely visible as they nearly blended in with her olive complexion. "I never noticed that you have freckles."
Elijah's muscles twitched and tightened under Josephine's soft touch. "I-I told you, that's really all I know.." Feeling his breath catch when her palms went flat against his bare chest, his entire body gave a shudder. "R-really..." The stutter made him blush, and pairing that with the on the spot pressure he was under, the nerves came rushing back. Swallowing hard, he stared down at her, not quite sure what to do next.
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