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A Pirate's Love (JamieXAsaka)

His lips continued to part gently against hers, and after several minutes of this warm, passionate kiss, his tongue gently poked out from between his lips, brushing against hers for a moment before he attempted to entwine her own tongue into the passionate dance that was a true kiss. His arms slowly tugged her down a bit as he lay back, pulling her with him, hands gentle and soft on her back and hips, his own heart beating fiercely in his chest.
 
Feeling Victor's tongue gently glide over her lips, she met his request shortly after. Her tongue caressed his in a fierce lock of lust and passion. Elle held onto him as he laid down on the bed. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and onto his chest, but she didn't seem to care. Actually she wasn't thinking about anything that wasn't on that bed. She opened her eyes for a moment when he pressed his arms against her back. When he did this, he also pressed against her tablet. Then another thought rushed through her mind. She was also armed with a small dagger from his room. With him finding all these things, she knew it wouldn't go over well. Her eyes saddened and she pulled away from him and forcing herself out from the lustful fog.
 
Vic was currently lost in his own world, which consisted of their lips, the bed, and what was beneath their respective pants... He was so lost in this world, even, that he did not notice when his hand trailed over the tablet, and he did not even have time to find the knife as Elle slowly pulled away from him. He followed her into a sitting position. "Elle?" he asked softly, his arm looped around her upper back, other hand resting on her hip. "What's wrong?" he asked a moment later. He didn't understand yet why she had pulled away, though she hadn't pushed him away and yelled at him. At least that meant there was something else bothering her, besides the lust-addled captain fondling her and trying to get into a rousing game of tonsil hockey... or so his addled mind reasoned.
 
She looked away from him and looked down onto her lap. Her face still held a pink hue and her heart was still beating savagely against the inner wall of her chest cavity. “....Sorry..” She said softly as she pressed for him to let her go. “I'm armed..” Elle said simply as she scooted away from him. Then her fingers slipped underneath her pant leg and into her boot. She produced the knife and showed him with a frown. It looked bad and she knew it. She didn't bother telling him that she concealed it because of his crew. He wouldn't believe her. He had no reason to. She was a girl who until recently showed no trust to anyone and she didn't even want to talk about the tablet.
 
Vic offered Elle an odd look as she pulled back, and admitted to being armed. He crossed his leg under him, before merely listening to her words... before he glanced down to a knife that he knew to belong to him. "... I wouldn't hide it in your boot. Once your arms become immobilized, that's an option that just doesn't become viable. I'd suggest baggy sleeves and an arm-sheath, or having it in your pocket. It needs to be in reach to be effective as a trump card," Vic said, leaving the lust-addled daze they had been in moments before. In fact, he wasn't angry. She could have chosen to kill him at any time with a knife on her, so he surmised that it was more for self-defense, something he'd encourage. "I would suggest a gun, though. You couldn't hope to take on more than one person with a knife, and a gun is ultimately better for a surprise attack. Knife is better for stealth... Perhaps both?" he suggested in that mild voice of his. He wasn't pissed at all. He was impressed by her foresight, though why she thought it would be an issue he couldn't fathom.
 
Elle looked at him with an expression that appeared to be a hybrid of horror and shock. He wasn't angry but instead was giving her advice. She almost fell into the floor. Then she shook her head and nodded placing the knife on the night stand next to the bed. Her hand then reached for the place on her back that he had touched. The way she moved gave the appearance that she was popping or rubbing her back, but she was actually relocating her tablet so it wouldn't slide. Victor had moved it while fondling her. “I'll take that into consideration next time.” She answered looking up at him with her usual gaze with the exception that she was still flushed in the face. There was a silence that to Elle seemed to last a long time. “Do the cuts still hurt?” She asked looking at his arms. The same arms that were wrapped around her only moments ago. It was difficult, but she was attempting to act like nothing had happened.
 
Vic offered her an odd look when he finally stopped to notice her expression. Why was she looking at him like that? "Good. Remember, try to get out of a situation before drawing a blade. Things get serious when things with sharp edges come into play," Vic said simply. People didn't tend to go easy on others that were armed. "No... well, there's a throbbing pain, but certainly not enough to keep me from doing my duties," he said. After that moment, he kind of wanted to get away. What had happened? How had his guard gone so low around her? Why had he kissed her? Plus, he -really- didn't like having downtime, so he pushed himself to his feet, going searching for his shirt.
 
“Understood..” She replied as she got to her feet. Her hair was a little messy from her session of mad kissing with Victor. A gentle sigh escaped from her lips and she began to pull her hair back. Tilting her head in his direction, she listened about how he still wanted to work. “Your men can take care of it. If they couldn't they wouldn't be here..” Elle said sharply as he lifted himself up and began to look for his shirt. She stood next to him instead of being directly in front and looked at him with a tinge of concern in her eyes. Pulling back her hair looked like a rush job because it simply was. She knew he would want to go back to looking over the place, but he had to rest or risk infection. “If you go out there without the doctors bill of health you could develop a infection and become worse. That would mean you would be confined to this bed for an even longer stretch of time.” She added now crossing her arms over her chest.

((I forgot her eye color. >.<))
 
Vic knelt down to pick up his shirt, which he had finally found, and he was just about to tug it on when Elle spoke... Dammit. Plus, he'd just be dragged back down here by the rest of the crew. He sighed softly. "Fine. Get some sleep, Elle," he said softly, finally standing up. He went searching for a fresh pillow, before he simply lay down on the floor, covering himself with his shirt before he lay his head down on the pillow. Well, he -had- said he would sleep on the floor, didn't he?
 
A small smirk appeared on her face and she stepped back so he could without her blocking him. Why was she being so sheepish all the sudden? It amazed her at how one incident could affect her so much. Her expression didn't give much away in her opinion, but her mind was still mulling the whole thing over. Watching Victor lie down on the floor, Elle frowned and huffed in objection. “You would sleep better on the bed.” She muttered. Then she stared at the bed and smirked lightly once more.
Walking over to the bed, she took the covers and walked to a small section of the room that had enough space for her small body to lie down. Plopping onto the ground, she winced feeling her tablet jab into her side. “Sleep well..” She grunted looking at him with stubbornness in her eyes.
 
"I probably would," he said softly, curling up on the floor, head resting on the pillow. However, he glanced up when he saw Elle move toward a corner of the room. Damned stubborn woman. "I hope you realize you're going to wake up extremely sore. I'm used to it," he muttered to her. She -was- used to the higher society, anyway, unlike him, who could get comfortable on a rough rock. "Sleep well, though, all the same," he said, his eyes coming to a close. And before long, he was gently snoring.
 
Her eyes grew narrow and she a small snort came from her once she heard his comment.
“I can handle it..” She muttered curling the cover around her fists. She was quite tired, but she did find it quite difficult to sleep sitting against the wall. The cover was large enough to successfully reach over her body and have enough excess for her to make a crude pillow. Doing so, Elle looked towards Victor and rolled her eyes sighing. “We will see..” was her reply. The floor was terribly uncomfortable, but she wouldn't be caught dead in the bed after he wanted her to sleep in it. She grumbled, tossed and turned for over a couple hours. Then she laid in a sort of fettle position until her body felt numb. Her eyes slowly closed and she was at long last introduced to sleep.
 
And thus did hours pass aboard the Eagle, well into daytime, when finally Victor awoke from his groggy sleep. He felt oddly comfortable to be on the floor, and he tested the ground beneath him. Soft. Huh... Might as well open my eyes. His eyelids fluttered open, to see Elle's rather pretty face. He slowly pushed himself into something of a sitting position. Apparently... they had been picked up and put onto the bed. Huh. Victor slowly lay back down, taking a small, guilty pleasure in wrapping his arm gently around her waist, before he closed his eyes again. Just snoozing a little while longer wouldn't be a bad thing..
 
It took longer than expected for Elle to sleep on the ground. Her body was too used to plush pillows so no matter how determined she was to sleep, her pampered body didn't allow it. Racked with fatigue, she slept a lot longer than she had actually planned. Several minutes passed since Vic awoke, but Elle was so tired, she didn't even notice the change in sleep placement. Her body welcomed the bed happily and her mind was left in the dark. At the time she was dreaming of her luxurious bed with large pillows. In her sleepy delusion, Elle scooted closer to Victor and treated him like a large feathered pillow. Her small soft body snuggled innocently against him and she even cooed with comfort.
 
Victor's few moments of peace were interrupted after a while when he felt Elle shift at his side, snuggling back into him. Victor scooted just a bit farther away from her, feeling something stiffen without warning at the feel of her soft body so close to his. This, however, could have been handled a bit more tactfully. He rolled clear off the bed, falling heavily on the ground, knocking his head against the wood of the floor. Cursing under his breath, he slowly pushed himself to his feet, brushing himself off. Well, he was good and awake now..
 
Elle's fingures were glideing over the sheets as if she were reading them. She was having dreaming about decodeing ancient text. Her pupils ran under her eyelids as she seemed to be desperately figureing out the text. When he hit the ground, she jerked herself awake feeling for her tablet which was pressed heavily into her back. She winced as she readjusted it and then looked over to see Victor on the ground. It was then when she realized where she was. Her hands balled into little fists as she glared at the sheats. He must have moved her while she was sleeping. "You! You!" She growled then hit him with a pillow having nothing else to chuck at him.
 
Victor rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand, ducking under the thrown pillow. "I didn't move you! I think we were both moved in our sleep!" he explained quickly, standing up, rubbing the back of his head. "When I saw we were sleeping on the same bed, I tried to roll away, ad fell off," he explained. His pride was a bit hurt at having to admit to that, but it was better, he felt, than letting her be angry at him for the next few hours.
 
Her eyes continued to hold their anger, but for a brief moment after he said that tried to roll away from her, she looked upset. Her eyes almost showed hurt. Shaking her head she quickly snapped back to angel and kicked off the covers in a frinzy to leave the room. "I'm going to go look for the doctor." she said shortly taking the dagger with her. She made sure he saw were she put it.
 
It took several moments for Vic to realize that the hurt momentarily in her eyes was because of his words... and he took off after her as she left the room. He grabbed her wrist as she moved, pulling back so that she spun into his arm, him looking down into her eyes. After a moment, his hand left her arm.. and rested upon her hip. He was nearly breathless for a moment, realizing just how close they were in this moment.. and then he leaned down, capturing her in a kiss.
 
Elle heard the door swing open and she felt the need to hesitate in her stride, but her pride that told her to halt for no man commanded her at this time. Then she felt his hand grip her wrist tightly and spin her around to look at him. Her eyes were a blaze with anger until he pulled her closer. He was looking her in the eyes and she couldn't make herself look away from his. It was almost as if she was under a spell. She stared at him and as she drew closer, her harsh gaze grew morse soft. Victor leaned down and he took her with a kiss. She didn't resist, in fact, she felt somewhere in her mind like she was longing for it.
Elle placed her hand on the arm she ran into and as the kiss deepened her grip on his arm tightened.
 
Victor's arms wrapped more securely around her slim waist, holding her close to him s they kissed. They had kissed before.. oh yes.. but.. he wanted this to lead somewhere this time. He slowly drew her back with him into the room they'd been deposited in the previous night, and with a kick, the door was closed. He pushed her back against the door, his hand coming up under her leg, pulling it up against him as his tongue sought entrance into her mouth.
 
She noticed that he was taking her into a room. Elle followed him quietly only looking behind her to see if there was any one in the hall as they retreated to the room. She watched the door swiftly closed behind them and she gasped feeling him push her onto the back of the door. Her hands were on his shoulders but her eyes were on the hand moving up her leg. Well, they were on his hand until he kissed her. She felt his tongue stroking her lips looking for any sort of access. Elle rubbed her leg against him and felt her tongue against his. For the moment she had no position in the world outside the eagle. She was just a woman, not an heir to the country.
 
Victor's hand rubbed up and down the smoothness of her thigh. His tongue pressed against hers, entangling them in a dance of passion. Dear god.. he'd never been so attracted to a woman as he was to her right now, in this moment. Slowly, he drew her toward the bed, rather than simply stripping her by the door. He pulled her into his lap as he sat down.
 
She placed her arms around his neck and pushed against him as he kissed her. He was indeed a strong kisser. She felt a rush of desire flow from her mouth to her toes. Elle walked with him to the bed and smiled as he pulled her into his lap. Elle then retrieved the dagger and placed it on the dresser that wasn't far from where they sat. She didn't want the thing poking into her while she was in the midst of something intimate.
 
Already quite aware of the knife that she'd been carrying on her this whole time, Victor barely paid any attention to it. His hands dropped to the end of her shirt, starting to pull it up, eager to see her body in all of its naked glory. Before he got the shirt over her head, he gave her a long, lingering kiss.. and then he deposited her shirt on the ground, before he was back on hr, kissing her gently, almost lovingly.
 
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