Just a little story...
Just a little something I wrote during my classes yesterday and finished up this morning because I have no life and I've been having a reoccurring dream that is just bugging the hell out of me. SO! This came into life. Enjoy it! ^^
We were fighting again. Well, we were fighting a stump and each other at the same time. The stump was taking precedent as it and three others had smacked us pretty good despite his expert swordsmanship and my epically strong voodoo. This stump was pretty strong, but that couldn’t stop me from arguing with him. “You know, I don’t understand why this is so bloody hard for you,” I said between fire blasts.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouted at me, breathing heavily from exertion. He sheathed his blade and pulled out his pistol, wheeling it on the stump with practiced aim.
“You’re so bloody dense!” I hissed as I casted another fire blast.
“You’re one to talk!” he said with a glare as bane shot splintered the stump’s charred torso. I knew exactly what he was referring to. Another pirate. A friend of ours. A friend that apparently liked me - a lot. I just didn’t want to see it - because I wanted him.
An enraged growl ripped from my throat as I pulled out my sword, slinging my staff across my back. I leapt forward, hacking my way through the stump’s legs. It fell moments later, a smoking bullet hole just between its eyes.
I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t bother to look him in the eye. I just gripped my sword tightly and spoke as calmly as I could - which was a feat, let me assure you. “Why won’t you acknowledge how I feel about you? Why does it always have to be about Michael?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. And, slowly, I turned to look at him from under the brim of my hat. He was looking at the ground, but when he felt my eyes on him, he looked up, his eyes blazing.
Mine snapped wide, fear quite evident on my face as he advanced on me, his pistol slipping from his hand. I backed up, unsure of what he was going to do. But he was faster than me. Just before I could back into the large rock behind us, he caught my wrists and squeezed them as I slammed back into stone. My sword dropped from my hand and fell to the ground as he pinned my arms up next to my head.
Fear and desire warred in my mind. I’d never been this close to him before. Of course, I hadn’t seen this fire in his eyes before either. And I couldn’t place it. That was probably what scared me the most. Was he angry with me? Or was he lusting after me?
“Do you really want me to do that? Do you even know what will happen if I do?” His voice sounded calm, but I could hear hints of absolute torture in it. The fire never left his eyes either as he stared down into my eyes. It started to hit me then. How long had he been hiding this? But something else nagged at me. What if that fire wasn’t for me?
I wanted to touch his face, but he wasn’t about to let my wrists go. “Look, if I knew what would happen, I wouldn’t be asking. Because I’d know how you felt!” My eyes narrowed as angry venom flooded my veins. I wasn’t exactly sure why I was angry, but I was. Maybe it was because he’d been avoiding this for so long that he thought I’d figured something out. Maybe it was because I might have been as dense as he said I was.
He set his teeth and just looked at me for a while. He stared into my eyes as if trying to read my soul. And that made me uncomfortable. I was afraid of what he would see there. Blushing, I finally looked away from his eyes and over to the pile of stumps near us.
“You really don’t know…” he murmured, sounding a little surprised. “I thought it was obvious…”
“You’re rather subtle or I’m just dense,” I muttered back.
“I think you’re just dense.” There was a smile in his voice, but I aimed a kick at him anyway. He just moved his leg out of the way and ended up caging me more when his foot was on the ground again. “I was kidding…” He leaned closer to me and I almost looked up. But I was still blushing furiously and I wasn’t about to look at him like that. Besides, my will was stronger than that.
“Hmm…” His classic line. I didn’t answer him. He could say what he wanted without my prompting. But, then I felt my arms move.
He pinned both of my wrists in one massive hand. I still didn’t look up. My eyes were squeezed shut, fear winning over for a minute. I didn’t even make a noise when he took the hat off of my head and tossed it away (although it really irked me). I suddenly felt his fingers on my chin and my eyes flashed open as he gently tipped my blushing face up to his. So I could look at him. I didn’t want to look.
“Look at me.” Both a command and a plea. The command I easily ignored. But the plea… I couldn’t resist it. My eyes flicked back to his as I frowned at him.
It was still there. The blazing fire lighting up his eyes. He was much closer this time, his hand lingering on my chin. “I would’ve thought you figured it out by now.” I was silent. I didn’t trust what my mouth would say, even though everything was clicking in my head. Everything that had happened between us had meant something. And finally, I understood. But I wanted to hear him say it.
“Cat got your tongue?” he questioned, a brow raising in amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. I responded by pouting and shaking my head. My skin brushed against his, sending a little thrill of pleasure down my spine. “Then you just aren’t talking.” I just blinked at him. He frowned at me now. “Do you even get what I’m saying?”
“I kind of understand what you’re dancing around,” I murmured, my lips barely moving. My eyes were having a very hard time staying on his. They kept detouring to his lips every time he spoke. But I noticed something quite amazing when I spoke. His eyes locked on my lips. His separated a little, moving slightly as if he were mouthing something to himself.
My brow furrowed at that. What was with him? He never acted like this. He better not be toying with me. I would kill him for that. “But you should probably tell me straight out.”
He smiled. “You are dense.”
“Shut up!” Embarrassment stained my cheeks again.
A low, rumbley chuckle escaped him. “Thought you wanted to know if I was ever going to acknowledge how you felt.”
I growled at him. But he was right. If he shut up now, I’d probably never know. “Go on,” I said through gritted teeth. I was seething, but I wanted to know. That absolute want was winning out over my notorious anger.
He just smiled and stayed silent for another long, intense moment. My insides were squirming. I wanted to hit him. And hit him hard. But just when I was about to snap, he attacked.
One second he was still standing there, right in front of my eyes, just smiling that smile of his. The next second, he’s not there any more. Or at least, he’s much closer. Much, much closer. In that split second, I felt him move forward, his hand brushing from my chin, across my cheek to cup my head tenderly in his hand. His breath brushed across my face first before I could even feel his skin. And his lips… he pressed those tightly against mine, instantly winding me with the surprise. His mustache and beard were prickly against my soft skin, but I wasn’t paying very much attention to that.
A zillion things were going through my head at the exact same time. ‘He kissed me!’ ‘What the hell does this mean?’ ‘Is he showing rather than telling?’ ‘He kissed me!’ ‘Man, his lips are soft.’ ‘This goes beyond acknowledging.’ ‘Does he really like me?’ ‘He KISSED me!’ ‘Now what am I going to do?’ ‘What if he’s still toying with me?’ ‘He can’t be. This kiss is just too good.’ ‘I can’t believe he kissed me.’
He pulled away for a second to let me breath, completely silent. I didn’t even open my eyes. At some point they had shut themselves, and I was perfectly content with that. “You…” I licked my lips, tasting him there. “Just kissed me…”
“Heh. Captain Obvious strikes again.” I felt his lips against my forehead, pressing tiny kisses to my skin. “Understand now?”
“Yeah… I understand now…” I smiled. Oh did I understand now.
Yup. That's all for now. A cookie for anyone who can guess who this is about.
We were fighting again. Well, we were fighting a stump and each other at the same time. The stump was taking precedent as it and three others had smacked us pretty good despite his expert swordsmanship and my epically strong voodoo. This stump was pretty strong, but that couldn’t stop me from arguing with him. “You know, I don’t understand why this is so bloody hard for you,” I said between fire blasts.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about!” he shouted at me, breathing heavily from exertion. He sheathed his blade and pulled out his pistol, wheeling it on the stump with practiced aim.
“You’re so bloody dense!” I hissed as I casted another fire blast.
“You’re one to talk!” he said with a glare as bane shot splintered the stump’s charred torso. I knew exactly what he was referring to. Another pirate. A friend of ours. A friend that apparently liked me - a lot. I just didn’t want to see it - because I wanted him.
An enraged growl ripped from my throat as I pulled out my sword, slinging my staff across my back. I leapt forward, hacking my way through the stump’s legs. It fell moments later, a smoking bullet hole just between its eyes.
I didn’t turn to him. I didn’t bother to look him in the eye. I just gripped my sword tightly and spoke as calmly as I could - which was a feat, let me assure you. “Why won’t you acknowledge how I feel about you? Why does it always have to be about Michael?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. And, slowly, I turned to look at him from under the brim of my hat. He was looking at the ground, but when he felt my eyes on him, he looked up, his eyes blazing.
Mine snapped wide, fear quite evident on my face as he advanced on me, his pistol slipping from his hand. I backed up, unsure of what he was going to do. But he was faster than me. Just before I could back into the large rock behind us, he caught my wrists and squeezed them as I slammed back into stone. My sword dropped from my hand and fell to the ground as he pinned my arms up next to my head.
Fear and desire warred in my mind. I’d never been this close to him before. Of course, I hadn’t seen this fire in his eyes before either. And I couldn’t place it. That was probably what scared me the most. Was he angry with me? Or was he lusting after me?
“Do you really want me to do that? Do you even know what will happen if I do?” His voice sounded calm, but I could hear hints of absolute torture in it. The fire never left his eyes either as he stared down into my eyes. It started to hit me then. How long had he been hiding this? But something else nagged at me. What if that fire wasn’t for me?
I wanted to touch his face, but he wasn’t about to let my wrists go. “Look, if I knew what would happen, I wouldn’t be asking. Because I’d know how you felt!” My eyes narrowed as angry venom flooded my veins. I wasn’t exactly sure why I was angry, but I was. Maybe it was because he’d been avoiding this for so long that he thought I’d figured something out. Maybe it was because I might have been as dense as he said I was.
He set his teeth and just looked at me for a while. He stared into my eyes as if trying to read my soul. And that made me uncomfortable. I was afraid of what he would see there. Blushing, I finally looked away from his eyes and over to the pile of stumps near us.
“You really don’t know…” he murmured, sounding a little surprised. “I thought it was obvious…”
“You’re rather subtle or I’m just dense,” I muttered back.
“I think you’re just dense.” There was a smile in his voice, but I aimed a kick at him anyway. He just moved his leg out of the way and ended up caging me more when his foot was on the ground again. “I was kidding…” He leaned closer to me and I almost looked up. But I was still blushing furiously and I wasn’t about to look at him like that. Besides, my will was stronger than that.
“Hmm…” His classic line. I didn’t answer him. He could say what he wanted without my prompting. But, then I felt my arms move.
He pinned both of my wrists in one massive hand. I still didn’t look up. My eyes were squeezed shut, fear winning over for a minute. I didn’t even make a noise when he took the hat off of my head and tossed it away (although it really irked me). I suddenly felt his fingers on my chin and my eyes flashed open as he gently tipped my blushing face up to his. So I could look at him. I didn’t want to look.
“Look at me.” Both a command and a plea. The command I easily ignored. But the plea… I couldn’t resist it. My eyes flicked back to his as I frowned at him.
It was still there. The blazing fire lighting up his eyes. He was much closer this time, his hand lingering on my chin. “I would’ve thought you figured it out by now.” I was silent. I didn’t trust what my mouth would say, even though everything was clicking in my head. Everything that had happened between us had meant something. And finally, I understood. But I wanted to hear him say it.
“Cat got your tongue?” he questioned, a brow raising in amusement, a smile tugging at his lips. I responded by pouting and shaking my head. My skin brushed against his, sending a little thrill of pleasure down my spine. “Then you just aren’t talking.” I just blinked at him. He frowned at me now. “Do you even get what I’m saying?”
“I kind of understand what you’re dancing around,” I murmured, my lips barely moving. My eyes were having a very hard time staying on his. They kept detouring to his lips every time he spoke. But I noticed something quite amazing when I spoke. His eyes locked on my lips. His separated a little, moving slightly as if he were mouthing something to himself.
My brow furrowed at that. What was with him? He never acted like this. He better not be toying with me. I would kill him for that. “But you should probably tell me straight out.”
He smiled. “You are dense.”
“Shut up!” Embarrassment stained my cheeks again.
A low, rumbley chuckle escaped him. “Thought you wanted to know if I was ever going to acknowledge how you felt.”
I growled at him. But he was right. If he shut up now, I’d probably never know. “Go on,” I said through gritted teeth. I was seething, but I wanted to know. That absolute want was winning out over my notorious anger.
He just smiled and stayed silent for another long, intense moment. My insides were squirming. I wanted to hit him. And hit him hard. But just when I was about to snap, he attacked.
One second he was still standing there, right in front of my eyes, just smiling that smile of his. The next second, he’s not there any more. Or at least, he’s much closer. Much, much closer. In that split second, I felt him move forward, his hand brushing from my chin, across my cheek to cup my head tenderly in his hand. His breath brushed across my face first before I could even feel his skin. And his lips… he pressed those tightly against mine, instantly winding me with the surprise. His mustache and beard were prickly against my soft skin, but I wasn’t paying very much attention to that.
A zillion things were going through my head at the exact same time. ‘He kissed me!’ ‘What the hell does this mean?’ ‘Is he showing rather than telling?’ ‘He kissed me!’ ‘Man, his lips are soft.’ ‘This goes beyond acknowledging.’ ‘Does he really like me?’ ‘He KISSED me!’ ‘Now what am I going to do?’ ‘What if he’s still toying with me?’ ‘He can’t be. This kiss is just too good.’ ‘I can’t believe he kissed me.’
He pulled away for a second to let me breath, completely silent. I didn’t even open my eyes. At some point they had shut themselves, and I was perfectly content with that. “You…” I licked my lips, tasting him there. “Just kissed me…”
“Heh. Captain Obvious strikes again.” I felt his lips against my forehead, pressing tiny kisses to my skin. “Understand now?”
“Yeah… I understand now…” I smiled. Oh did I understand now.
Yup. That's all for now. A cookie for anyone who can guess who this is about.