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A Pirate's Life for Me [S-Freak & Ethereal]

Her actions were hesitant at first, and it would be clear that this was something she had never done. She seemed to catch on quickly, mimicking his movements as her lips carefully moved against his and allowed his tongue entry into her mouth. It was overwhelming, and yet it enthralled her. She clung to him, almost desperately as his grip on her tightened. One of her hands rested at the base of his neck while the other tightly gripped his tunic. It was as if something had taken over her, her actions no longer her own. She gasped as he pulled away, though his lips quickly continued elsewhere. Her breathing was labored, her eyes wide as she tried to make sense of what she was doing. "I..I can't.." she whispered, and yet even as her words attempted to deny him, instead of trying to escape his grasp, she found herself tilting her head ever so slightly to give him better access to her neck as his lips traveled across her skin.
 
He didn't react to her words. Mostly because she didn't seem to mean them at all, but also because he had already waited too long for this. His hand ended just below her breast, where he held it for a moment, before he raised it and squeezed her breast lightly through the rough fabric. It was small but firm and he looked forward to seeing it without her clothes on. That would have to wait a bit though - he told himself and instead squeezed the breast a bit again. His mouth was still busy at her neck, when it found its way up to her ear. He nibbled on her earlope and contemplated wether or not to just lift her over to the bed.
 
Her words seemed to fall upon deaf ears, the man ignoring her weak protests and simply continuing with what he had been doing. He likely saw through her, knowing just as she did that she didn't truly want him to stop. And so, she remained silent, as if she had never tried to deny him in the first place as she felt the way his hand slowly crept from her wait to her breast. A soft gasp left her lips as his hand landed upon her chest, her breath catching in her throat as he touch a part of her that no one had touched before him. His movements and actions came naturally to him, but it was all so new to her, so overwhelming. He would surely feel her heart racing in her chest as his hand rested against her, anticipation coursing through her as she waited for each new moment to come.
 
She took everything he threw at her in stride and he decided, that there was no reason, why she should not take this next bit also. "Relax," he told her softly a second before he lifted her gently off the floor. With her in his arms, he brought her to his bed and laid her there, before he removed his own tunic and boots and then laid down next to her. He took her hand and placed it on his bare chest - wanting her to explore a bit for herself and guessing she might be too shy to do anything about it herself. The bed was narrow and there really wasn't room for them to lie apart, so he arranged her with her head on top of his arm and started stroking her back with a slight smile. "You are doing fine," he reassured her and brushed back some hair that had clouded her face.
 
There was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as he so effortlessly lifted her from the ground, the innocent girl not yet certain of what it was he intended to do. Her eyes never left him, even as he laid her down. She simply watched, her expression unreadable as the man lifted his shirt and tossed it aside before returning to her. She remained quiet as he grasped her hand and placed it upon his chest, a simple action, yet another thing that she had never done prior to this moment. The young girl had never been so close to a man, let alone touched one in the way she did now. Biting down on her lower lip, Amelia carefully ran her fingers across his chest. She traced little lines along his skin, her body relaxing into his without her even seeming to realize it.

The smallest hint of a smile appeared on her lips as his words seemed to encourage her, her eyes moving from her hand on his chest back up to his own gaze as he pushed her hair from her face. "I keep waiting for the moment to come where I start to panic." she admitted quietly, her gaze moving back towards her hand as it slowly began to move down his chest. It was as though she hadn't yet processed all that had happened to her, and that at any moment she would realize her predicament and begin to react in a more negative fashion. "I don't even know your name."
 
He smiled, when she met his gaze and he pulled her a little closer. He turned in the bed, so he was angled towards her and stretched to softly kiss her neck. He pulled on her earlobe with his teeth for a second, before he whispered in her ear - his hand now on her waist, so she couldn't roll away. "My name is Booth," he wispered and felt her shiver, when his warm breath teased her sensitive skin. "And since panic doesn't seem to be on your mind, when it is otherwise preoccupied, let's take advantage of that and preoccupie it." He laughed softly and let his hand move from her waist to the buttons at the back of her dress. He wanted her out of at least the outer layer, so she could feel his touch more directly.
 
It was all so overwhelming. His touch, his breath against her skin, his voice, the sensation brought on by his closeness. And yet, she still couldn't seem to distinguish whether it was good or bad. Perhaps, it was both. Her mind was clouded, able to recognize the true horror of her situation, and yet she pushed that thought so far back that she couldn't seem to think about the negatives. Instead, she tried to understand the new sensations that stirred as he touched her. "Booth." she repeated, her voice barely a whisper as she felt his hands reach for the buttons on her dress. Perhaps now she would panic, so she thought, and seemed to hold her breath as his hands carefully undid the garment that covered her petite body. Yet even then, her fear stayed at a minimal level while her curiosity and excitement seemed to increase. Of course, she was nervous, though it didn't seem to be for the right reasons.
 
When she didn't respond with any alarming feelings to this either, he decided to just get it overwith and removed her undergarments as well. Before he did that though, he covered her with the heavy blanket, he usually slept with. Soon enough she was completely naked next to him under the blanket and he smiled and a satisfied sound escaped from his throat. His rough hands moved up and down over her petite body - avoiding the really sensitive places. For now he only wanted her to get used to his touch. Everywhere. The hand, he had incapacitated, by shoving his arm under her head, moved into her hair and he took a solid hold, before he searched for her lips with his own again. His free hand continued to caress her body and finally found a rest on the back of her thigh, after he had lifted her leg and hooked it around his hip - opening her up to him.
 
Everything seemed to happen so fast. One moment she'd been standing, the next he had her resting upon his bed, and now he had removed her clothing and left her completely exposed to him. The thought was baffling, that she had found herself in this position. What was even more surprising was she hadn't yet tried to stop him. For a moment, her body tensed up, even with the blanket over top of her. She flinched beneath his touch as his hand slid beneath the blanket, her breathing a bit shaky as he touched her exposed skin. Eventually, she would relax, though there were still instances where she would tense up beneath him as his hand moved to untouched areas.

She shivered as his hand moved across her smooth stomach, her lips parting to speak as his hand gripped her hair, though before any words could leave her mouth, his lips came down upon hers. Just as she had the first time, she seemed to melt into him as he kissed her, her body unresisting as he pulled her leg across him. The action caused the blanket to shift, exposing a large portion of her lower half as his body pressed between her legs. She drew in a deep breath as she broke their kiss, her hands gripping him tighter than she seemed to realize as nervous eyes sought his. "I'm scared." she whispered, yet again, she did nothing to attempt to part from him and his embrace.
 
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