potc100 Drabble Number 10

[mamazano]

Ragetti's heart, blood, breath, world stopped in that moment. He was so close to Pintel’s lips he could see only him, imagine his sour breath brushing against his cheek. In his mind's eye, he leaned just a blonde hair closer, melding chapped lips to his and from that point, consummation, swift, thorough, devoted consummation (well, not right here, mind) of his deep, patient, oh so pining love would surely ignite.

He was singularly stunned after he ventured in (you look nice, though) to be sorely threatened by the love of his life (cheeky Pirate!) wearing a plundered dress of gold.

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