Tokara

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

And he didn't reject her. The feelings running up and down her spine were incredible, and more gasps escaped Alice's parted lips as Victor turned his attention to her neck and collarbones. She didn't know that his lips over there could feel so good. Her eyes closed, even a soft, quiet moan as he drew away. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she certainly didn't want him to stop. She looked at him again, eyes slightly hooded with lust as he spoke. Her hands were on his chest again, but she drew away after his last gentle kiss.

After such frenzied excitement, the change of pace was slightly unwelcome. But she knew that she was teasing him - the idea itself was decadent. She, an inexperienced virgin lady, tempting a rogueish pirate. Rising, she also went to the bed and laid down gently next to him. It was narrow, and she draped herself along his side and slightly onto his chest. Her hand laid on his chest, and her head laid at the top of his arm. He was warm and large and smelled like man - and a little bit of something that was unique to him. She'd hesitated before coming to lie down like this, but hell - they'd shared a kiss, she'd sat on his lap. This felt somewhat more innocent than that - although, they were on a bed, and she was aware of every single place where they touched...

Victor broke the spell as he spoke, and Alice frowned a little, eyes dipping away from his face. Going home... She'd like to imagine that she could be stuck in limbo here. In this room, with him to herself, forever. No politics or breaking her father's heart. Just being. "You are kind," she murmured, tracing his chest with a finger. It was an action, without thought - and perhaps an excuse to touch him. She'd never touched a man like this before, and it was fascinating. A soft, almost bitter laugh escaped her. "I wonder if his welcoming gift will be a proposal from some old gentleman."

What if she wasn't a virgin anymore? Her green eyes flitted back up to Victor's face. She felt something more for him than just platonic affection. She didn't need to be scared of not being a virgin, not really. If her father found out some way, then he'd be hesitant to marry her off. If he didn't find out, then she'd have shared something precious with someone she actually liked (loved?) and who cared for her in some strange way. Alas, it was not so much the fear of her father; more the fear of the act itself. She had to think about this before giving it away. Alice had heard that it hurt - but he wouldn't hurt her...

"Are you going to fight him?"

Fates of Fighters

No worries, mine are getting short too.

I think we should skip about a week or so? To when he's stronger, perhaps trying to hobble about or something. At least so that they're able to talk haha.

Welcome to the Host Club!

Aww! That's horrible.

I think skipping to the beach is a great idea, as this is petering out a bit. ;P Shall I skip now?

Fates of Fighters

Amelie's heart wrenched at Sigurd's words. He was telling her to leave him and let him die. She couldn't. She couldn't just do that to him. He was her responsibility now, ever since she'd rescued him from that place on the grass. He looked so different from that angry German soldier with a gun in his hand. He looked small and tired and insignificant. Were these really the men that Hitler were sending? They looked so much less scary like this. They were... only human. No matter how he might have blond hair and blue eyes, he wasn't that much different from the baker's boy.

"No," she said lowly, firmly, in German again. It was probably easier on his muddled mind. "You may not die after all my work." As he started to nod off, she patted the side of his cheek with her hand to keep him awake. "Come, awake stay. What is your mother's name?" Perhaps emotionally tied words would help him hold onto consciousness. She just wanted to keep him awake for a bit longer, just so that he wasn't slipping in and out of bad dreams. Besides that, she was curious. It wasn't every day that one had a secret Nazi hiding in one's back barn.

Welcome to the Host Club!

@FernStone

Bru, you still alive? ;_;

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice's breath came in shortened, soft gasps as Victor's hands slipped around her neck and down her back. She'd never been touched like this before. And she wanted to be touched more, and in different places - and oh, it was all so strange and new and wonderful. She just wanted more and more; it was like her Uncle Richard and alcohol. Once he started, he couldn't stop, and she wasn't even wanting to struggle for restraint. The feeling of him beneath her, as she slid her hands down to his shoulders and to his chest. Her hands stayed there, fingers gripping his shirt ever so slightly. His chest was firm and she rolled a button between her fingers as he pulled away with a more serious expression. Her heart sank. Had he forgotten that she was his prisoner?

But his words were different from that of scolding or rejection. They were caring. Her hands drifted down to her lap, back to sitting sideways on him. She thought for a moment, before glancing back at him as he brushed a piece of hair out of her face. He was suggesting that her sleeping with him might lead her to hating him. She bit her lip for a moment before speaking again. Her body was flooded with lust for him, and it certainly made thinking clearly a little difficult. "That's the trouble," she whispered, hands coming back to either side of his rough face. "They're dreaming of me. But I'm not dreaming of them." She looked into his eyes before leaning forward. "I am not sure that I am ready for all that. But I want..."

Frustrated with feeling like she couldn't put the feeling into words, she kissed him again, hands travelling up to his bun and pulling it out. She hadn't really seen him without his hair up before. She ran her hands through it, drawing away from Victor again. Alice was unsure of how he would react to her admissions and actions, but how else could she explain what was running through her veins?

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice's world seemed to stop as Victor's hand slid up to the side of her face. She was looking into his brown eyes, trying to read him and - perhaps - succeeding. She complied with the request of his hand, leaning in closer to him. At this position, they were almost on an equal level for once. Was she really about to do this? Everything she'd ever learned was screaming for her to stop this before it went even further. Even common sense was adding her voice. But desire and her heart overrode those thoughts, and her eyes fluttered close as he pressed his lips against hers. It was not a completely chaste kiss, and she felt how his other hand landed gently on her hair. He was a good kisser, and by the time he drew away from her, she was breathless.

That was what kissing was like, with someone you were attracted to. That was what kissing a pirate was like. His beard had been a little bit scratchy, but it was masculine and rogueish and a part of Victor. He looked cheeky and as if he was trying (and failing) to look ashamed when he apologised. This was something precious. This was something that happened once in a lifetime to girls like her. She gave her head a small shake, a smile that matched his spreading across her lips. "No... It's okay," she murmured.

She was shy, inexperienced with men and anything to do with romance. And yet, there was a little bit of instinct when she let her own hands travel from being near his arms to resting gently on his shoulders and then sliding up to the sides of his face. It just felt good to finally touch him like this. Hesitatingly, she gently pulled him down to press her lips to his again, more chastely than he had. She was unused and inexperienced at kissing, bumping his nose with hers before meeting his lips. He'd have to lead her, but that was okay. It was a time where men took the lead, not the women.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice was relieved that Victor was not shocked or angered by her coming into his room. He didn't seem to prize privacy very much, but she realised then just what she could have caught him doing. Oops. A light pink colour to her cheeks, she walked closer. A letter from her father. Did the pirate send one to him first, or the other way around? Tense anticipation flared in her chest as she looked at the envelope. She couldn't quite believe his suggestion of her opening it. At home, she'd never be allowed such freedom, and things like these weren't treated with nonchalance.

She laughed softly as he pulled her down and onto his lip, looking at him with confusion written across her features. His reason seemed more of an excuse, but she didn't comment upon it. It was sort of nice. And forbidden. And very very naughty. Her lips curled a little. What a juxtaposition - between sitting on Victor's lap and holding her father's written word in her hand. The stationery was smooth and creamy as she turned it over with her hand. She brushed the seal with her thumb, breath bated. She didn't know what had gone on before this. The feeling of Victor's hand on her back was distracting as well, and she straightened a little, feeling self-conscious. And also a little pleased.

Alice cracked open the seal, just imagining her father pressing the hot wax with his seal ring. This had travelled all the way from home... She sighed softly, paper creaking as she pulled out the letter. Unfolding it, she read the words that would determine her fate.

Dear Captain Victor,

I am not a man who bows to pirates, and neither is my daughter. As such, I will not be succumbing to threats that will lead to the social destruction of Great Inagua. Pirates will never be welcome on our shores.

You have a choice. Firstly, you may bring my daughter safely back to me and you will come to no harm. I am a man of my word, as my daughter may confirm. Secondly, you may deign to meet my ships in battle in one days' time, off the coast of Haruda, and battle as a gentleman. If I win, you will give me back my Alice and leave forever. If you win, you may trade on our shores. I doubt your integrity will compel you to do either of these things, so I offer you the third option: You may run, but I will come after you with my fleet. We will find you, and we will rescue Alice before sinking your ship.

I hope that you will make the smart decision.

Regards,

Sir George Rohan
Governor of Great Inagua in the name of Her Majesty the Queen of England.

Alice was silent as he read it as well, swallowing back a lump in her throat. She slowly put the letter on the table. Things were getting violent, and fast. Her father seemed more concerned with beating down Victor than rescuing her. It... honestly, it hit her a little hard. It was like there was a heavy weight hanging in her chest now. Even the warmth of the pirate beneath her wasn't comforting. Her whole body was rigid, shoulder's slightly hunched. She glanced over at Victor, turning herself on his lap. Her father's fleet was large and strong; this ship was no match for them. What are you going to do?

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice eventually grew tired of standing, and Tiny offered for her to sit on a nearby bench while they continued on. She crossed her legs the ladylike way, at the ankle, and started to wonder where Victor was as the day went on. An hour went by, and the sun hung down lower in the sky. The men finished their work, also murmuring about themselves about their captain having been away for a while. They put it down to him being distracted by one of the brothel's women, most likely. A little bit of strange jealousy sparked in her chest. He'd rather spend time with those women, than with her. It was understandable, of course. But it still made her feel a bit angry.

Starting to feel out-of-place, she asked Tiny to escort her back to the inn. The rest of the men snickered, hollering teases at his back. The small boy's ears turned red. Alice felt rather sorry for him, but it was a part of being in that part of society, with that crew. He'd have to get used to things like that - she was a born and bred lady, and even she could see that. Put it down to having to navigate many a social situation. She just stayed quiet by his side, walking with her hands interlinked in front of her. They reached the front of the inn without incident, and she bid him a good-bye.

Entering the inn, she was greeted by one of the girls she'd seen around the place. They offered her a glass of cool water, and she gladly accepted. Alice sat by herself at a table in the corner, sipping idly and taking in the various sights in the room. Beautiful girls, some tipsy men she hadn't seen before and Madam Blue whirling around. She finished the glass of water and then asked one of the girls serving where Victor was. There was a flash of jealousy in her brown eyes, but she responded that he'd headed up to his room. Alice didn't really think about what he could be busy with, but she headed upstairs as well. Finding the room number, she breathed in and knocked softly. It took a fair amount of courage for her, really. When there wasn't a response, she decided to see if he really was in there - and opened the door.

It was a small room. Light came in through the window and door. And on the table, she could see the distinctive seal of her father across from Victor's bowed head. She held her breath.

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alas, still her fantasy did not come true. Alice did not react to his questions, nor did she say anything. She just nodded in agreement and followed closely behind him. Her eyes roved down his back, to the soles of his shoes, then back up to the top of his head. His long, natural hair in a bun was slightly exotic compared to the men with white wigs of Great Inagua. The way the nape of his neck had small wispy pieces trailing down... It was the little things. Besides that, his height was impressive as well. She knew all of these urges were rather strange; she very much wanted to hold onto him.

Feeling in a little bit of a daze, she was shaken out of her reverie when Victor talked to her again. Blinking, she nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes, of course," she replied, voice a little high. She watched him walk away for a bit, before turning back to the group of men. She stood awkwardly on the outside of the group and watched how they did business with the traders. There was a fair amount of haggling involved, and she had to admire an older women who held her ground against a scary-looking, insistent crew member. Tiny waved her over, and she walked to him eagerly. "We have a couple more goods to sell," he explained. "Then we'll return back to the inn." His eyes dipped down for a second - but not for nearly as long as before. "Thank you," she said, interlocking her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels. She was becoming more comfortable here, and the feeling of the sun on her skin was rather nice.