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Adult ++
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38
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Chapter 6
Heh, this is a little embarassing. After this chapter it gets heavy, and it was the first and only smut I'd ever written... heh. that, and I haven't editted it since I wrote it so .. yeah... *hides*
yeah, but this is just lead up. 1.7 is steamier. lol
thanks for your reviews so far!
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(1.6)
“He’s buggered up the table! Nice goin’ Isa.” Penrod snapped.
“Oh shush. Yer just mad cause you lost a bet, quit yer whingin’,” Bootstrap glared. Penrod didn’t like a ‘younger’ crew-member taunting him like that one bit, but when Koleniko stood up and blocked Penrod’s view of him, he stepped down. Good thing too, as drunk as I was, if Koleniko didn’t step in I would have. Nobody messes with my Bill. (Penrod would have killed me, I have no doubt about that. Can’t fight when ye can’t see straight)
“He didn’t ruin de table, just… made it more… pointy.” I said with all the mental power I could muster… which wasn’t much at this point. “Bollocks.” Sip, turn head, smooch the Scot on the cheek. I could get used to this routine easily, especially since he rumbled in his chest again. Rumble good.
Oh yeah, you’ve got the mental capabilities of a starfish, ye drunk. So much for encouragement…
Once again Clanker took his time getting his card; weighed down with multiple bottles of rum and the chance of imminent elimination. Or so I liked to think. “To Maccus, who can’t ‘old ‘is rum, and ‘as to live down gettin’ out-drank by a girl. Cheers!”
We all drank to that, but I flicked a cork at Clanker for the jest. It bounced off his sagging hat, and he snapped up and glared at me evilly. “Moo.”
I nearly peed my breeches I laughed so hard. Even he cracked a grin and threw the cork back at me. Clanker wasn’t the type to play, and it was such a carefree gesture and even though it left a red mark on my chest, I didn’t mind at all.
Six more cards to go and the game would be over. I had to come up with something, as neither man looked as close to passing out as I would have liked. Of course they were both absolutely plastered, and Clanker looked awfully sleepy, but… I had to think of something. A fourth game was out of the question, we were all tired, three of us were drunk beyond all reason, and… well… I was enjoying Davy’s attentions a bit too much to last much longer.
It was my draw. I almost fell face first onto the table but I gripped Davy’s arm and saved myself a smashed nose, retrieved the card and sat back up.
“Don’t look so good, girl. Mebbe ye should quit while yer ahead.” Clanker taunted.
“Nah, I’m quite comfortable, thank you. Cock.” Sip, kiss, rrrrrrrrumble. Mmmmm. I wasn’t sure if my final word was more to address Clanker for trying to make me give up or just the penalty word. But it was funny watching Davy’s reactions to the cursing-kissing habit.
“Piss.” Sip. “Moo. Jus’ think about that nice, comfortable hammock below, swingin’ with the ship, rockin’ ye to sleep, body all warm and fulla rum…Shit.” Sip. “Moo.”
Chuckling at the seamless transition between taunting me and the curse-sip-moo routine Clanker somehow accomplished, I said “Not gonna work, mate. Ooooh! Story card! For…”
Davy grinned, “For a…”
Clanker thumbed his nose, “For a moment…”
“For a moment I…”
“For a moment I wanted… wait, do these count for penalty drinks?”
Bootstrap shook his head in the negative, showing us sympathy. Davy looked relieved.
“For a moment I wanted to…”
“For a moment I wanted t’ get…”
“For a mum… moment I want’d t’ get… a…” Davy was starting to stumble, mostly because I was feeling on his thigh… distraction ruled. At this point I had no problem at all abandoning my admittedly small wit and using my hands to win the game… that, and his leg was nice and firm, muscled… warm…
“For a moment I want’d to get a… um… Shit.” Sip. “Moo.” Clanker’s head dropped to the table and he banged it a couple of times.
“Wanted a Shit-Moo, aye?” I laughed. Clanker just growled.
“Tease.” Davy whispered in my ear. “Two can play at that, ye know.”
“Drink up gorgeous, and draw the card.” I said, carefully choosing my words and putting my arm around his shoulder. Immediately my knuckles were explored by tentacles.
“Arse!” Sip. “King. Damn!” He looked angrily at his bottle, shaking the contents as if the rum would shrink.
“Yer cute when yer mad.” I was rather enjoying the verbal jousting this round… and the fact that I got to kiss him a couple more times. I made sure to do it while he was chugging his remaining rum. He spilt a little trying not to smile at me, and I caught it with my tongue before it hit his tentacle beard. Davy choked at the contact, nearly spilling the bottle down his front. I was surprising myself at my blatant provocations, and knew I would pay for it later, but for now I enjoyed making him suffer.
Tipping his head at me, he growled, “Yer pushin’ me lass…” He sounded angry but that deep blue gaze betrayed him. Someone tossed him a cloth and he dabbed the rum I missed off his face.
“Two more drinks…” I said with false mockery, smiling at his audible groan when Bootstrap handed him another bottle. “Cow-man, draw.”
“Cow-man… ‘f all the bloomin’ nicknames…”
To Davy I whispered, “You started it.” To which he growled and squeezed my thigh. I kissed his cheek again and sipped my rum.
Clanker’s eyes lit up. “I dare the Cap’n to sing ‘Spanish Ladies’.”
“I Will Not!” Davy roared.
“Then ye gotta take somethin’ off.” Clanker stated dryly, then cursed, sipped, and mooed twice.
Grumbling, Davy Jones finally removed his hat. I’d never seen him with it off before, so I stared quite unashamedly at the mass of tentacles framing his head, held down tight by a much worn cream coloured cloth. Strange, but kind of sexy… Isa! Quit fawning like a girl over the Captain and focus! Davy tossed the hat over the table to Koleniko, who caught it, brushed a couple barnacles off and set it aside. One of Davy’s tentacles reached up and scratched under the cloth, and I watched, fascinated.
“Quit starin’ and draw.” He mumbled, frowning. I gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and drew the Jack.
“Categories. Erm… something hard…”
“The Cap’n?” some smart-ass piped up. Widespread snickering ensued.
I turned bright red and Davy sputtered indignantly. “Um… oh quit yer gigglin’, Bill…ass!” Sip. Kiss Davy’s cheek. “Olympian gods.”
Davy gave an impressed grunt. I shrugged, “What? I’m sorta educated… Aphrodite.”
“Drink up, lass. Hades.” Rumble…
Clanker grunted. “Th’ only one I know be Zeus. Whore.” Sip. “Moo.”
“Poseidon.”
“Hesssstia.”
I nodded at Davy’s choice, “Nice one.”
“Uhhhh…shit.” Sip. “Moo.”
I smiled kindly at Clanker. “S’alright mate, ye beat me at the ship stuff all th’ time.” He nodded back and put his chin back in his hand. “Balls, Piss.” Two swallows, turn… and my chin is suddenly in the grasp of Davy’s tentacles and he descended on me like a hawk on prey, attacking my lips with passion so hard I am bent again, kept from falling only by his strong right arm. I even felt my hair dragging on the floor.
By the time he releases me I’m completely breathless and looking up at Davy’s storm-blue eyes. He looked an inch away from tearing my damned clothes off and I didn’t know whether to be afraid or beg him to go right ahead. Maybe both.
“No more pecks on the cheek, Isssa.” A tentacle smoothly wiped a strand of hair from my forehead and slowly ran down my jaw.
I shook my head. “Agreed.”
I was swung back upright and had to grip the table from the rush. It took me a moment to catch my breath but I did it, trying my best to ignore that warm tingly feeling in my belly and the warmth of his skin... my hand shook as I readjusted my chemise and took yet another reaffirming sip of rum.
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I was beginning not to care who won the damned game, as long as it was OVER, and I could… I could…
You don’t know what you want, do ya girl?
I knew I wanted to stay in Davy’s arms for a while longer, that I knew for damned sure. I knew I liked the tentacle explorations and the warmth radiating off his massive body and the blazing fire in his eyes and the rumbling baritone when he spoke directly to me. Other than that, I really didn’t know shit.
It was his draw, one of the last two. I didn’t keep track this time around, so I had no clue what it would be.
“Ahhhh, just th’ piss card.” The card was slapped back onto the table.
Oh.
Clanker got last draw. The entire crew held their breaths as he reached and retrieved it, and I swear to the gods he took his time just to drag it out, make us fidget.
He at long last held it up.
Ten of Hearts. The Truth Card.
Clanker spun the card in his hand a few times, face wrinkled up in deep thought. I guessed he wanted the final question to be good. The most he could get off Davy was his jacket, and me, he’d get to see boobs. I decided that if he asked me, I’d tell him the truth. The crew didn’t need to see my boobs. I just hoped he’d ask Davy so I wouldn’t have to make the choice for real.
Using a very deep and clear voice, Clanker asked, looking directly at me, “So, Isa, What do ye want t’ do t’ th’ Cap’n, right now…”
Davy stiffened beneath me but kept silent, just watching me. Before I could even think of something nasty to say in retaliation for such a personal question, or pretend to be incensed, my mind went fuzzy. I closed my eyes, flashes of flesh and moonlight and moans and heat. Blue dark eyes bursting with passion and lust … That’s what went through my mind at that very moment… I could see it all… almost feel it…
Must’ve shown on my face because Davy started growling again. I felt something grip my chin and forcibly turn my head so I let my eyes open. My vision immediately fell on Davy’s glowing blues, and the rather graphic images in my head intensified. My breath caught in my throat and I fervently wished he could see what I saw.
His eyes reflected my own images back to me, intensified. It was decided right then and there.
No tricks, no lies, no more covering up. It was far too late for such things. His eyes flicked to the door of the galley and back to me. I nodded faintly; feeling myself shaking where I sat in what I assumed was half terror, half lust. It’d been a while, and this was… this was Davy Jones… and the mere thought of his voice in mid-orgasm was enough to make me moan aloud…
I soon found myself flying, in a whirl I was in his arms, wrapped around him tighter than a glove, kissing every bit of skin I could reach. Distantly I think I heard something get knocked over and suddenly I felt the cold sea winds on my back and neck, and deep in the back of my mind I wondered how I was moving when my feet weren’t on the ground. I discarded that thought when I felt the thin material of my shirt rip and the cool air hit my skin directly, and lost my mind completely when he finally kissed me back.
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yeah, but this is just lead up. 1.7 is steamier. lol
thanks for your reviews so far!
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(1.6)
“He’s buggered up the table! Nice goin’ Isa.” Penrod snapped.
“Oh shush. Yer just mad cause you lost a bet, quit yer whingin’,” Bootstrap glared. Penrod didn’t like a ‘younger’ crew-member taunting him like that one bit, but when Koleniko stood up and blocked Penrod’s view of him, he stepped down. Good thing too, as drunk as I was, if Koleniko didn’t step in I would have. Nobody messes with my Bill. (Penrod would have killed me, I have no doubt about that. Can’t fight when ye can’t see straight)
“He didn’t ruin de table, just… made it more… pointy.” I said with all the mental power I could muster… which wasn’t much at this point. “Bollocks.” Sip, turn head, smooch the Scot on the cheek. I could get used to this routine easily, especially since he rumbled in his chest again. Rumble good.
Oh yeah, you’ve got the mental capabilities of a starfish, ye drunk. So much for encouragement…
Once again Clanker took his time getting his card; weighed down with multiple bottles of rum and the chance of imminent elimination. Or so I liked to think. “To Maccus, who can’t ‘old ‘is rum, and ‘as to live down gettin’ out-drank by a girl. Cheers!”
We all drank to that, but I flicked a cork at Clanker for the jest. It bounced off his sagging hat, and he snapped up and glared at me evilly. “Moo.”
I nearly peed my breeches I laughed so hard. Even he cracked a grin and threw the cork back at me. Clanker wasn’t the type to play, and it was such a carefree gesture and even though it left a red mark on my chest, I didn’t mind at all.
Six more cards to go and the game would be over. I had to come up with something, as neither man looked as close to passing out as I would have liked. Of course they were both absolutely plastered, and Clanker looked awfully sleepy, but… I had to think of something. A fourth game was out of the question, we were all tired, three of us were drunk beyond all reason, and… well… I was enjoying Davy’s attentions a bit too much to last much longer.
It was my draw. I almost fell face first onto the table but I gripped Davy’s arm and saved myself a smashed nose, retrieved the card and sat back up.
“Don’t look so good, girl. Mebbe ye should quit while yer ahead.” Clanker taunted.
“Nah, I’m quite comfortable, thank you. Cock.” Sip, kiss, rrrrrrrrumble. Mmmmm. I wasn’t sure if my final word was more to address Clanker for trying to make me give up or just the penalty word. But it was funny watching Davy’s reactions to the cursing-kissing habit.
“Piss.” Sip. “Moo. Jus’ think about that nice, comfortable hammock below, swingin’ with the ship, rockin’ ye to sleep, body all warm and fulla rum…Shit.” Sip. “Moo.”
Chuckling at the seamless transition between taunting me and the curse-sip-moo routine Clanker somehow accomplished, I said “Not gonna work, mate. Ooooh! Story card! For…”
Davy grinned, “For a…”
Clanker thumbed his nose, “For a moment…”
“For a moment I…”
“For a moment I wanted… wait, do these count for penalty drinks?”
Bootstrap shook his head in the negative, showing us sympathy. Davy looked relieved.
“For a moment I wanted to…”
“For a moment I wanted t’ get…”
“For a mum… moment I want’d t’ get… a…” Davy was starting to stumble, mostly because I was feeling on his thigh… distraction ruled. At this point I had no problem at all abandoning my admittedly small wit and using my hands to win the game… that, and his leg was nice and firm, muscled… warm…
“For a moment I want’d to get a… um… Shit.” Sip. “Moo.” Clanker’s head dropped to the table and he banged it a couple of times.
“Wanted a Shit-Moo, aye?” I laughed. Clanker just growled.
“Tease.” Davy whispered in my ear. “Two can play at that, ye know.”
“Drink up gorgeous, and draw the card.” I said, carefully choosing my words and putting my arm around his shoulder. Immediately my knuckles were explored by tentacles.
“Arse!” Sip. “King. Damn!” He looked angrily at his bottle, shaking the contents as if the rum would shrink.
“Yer cute when yer mad.” I was rather enjoying the verbal jousting this round… and the fact that I got to kiss him a couple more times. I made sure to do it while he was chugging his remaining rum. He spilt a little trying not to smile at me, and I caught it with my tongue before it hit his tentacle beard. Davy choked at the contact, nearly spilling the bottle down his front. I was surprising myself at my blatant provocations, and knew I would pay for it later, but for now I enjoyed making him suffer.
Tipping his head at me, he growled, “Yer pushin’ me lass…” He sounded angry but that deep blue gaze betrayed him. Someone tossed him a cloth and he dabbed the rum I missed off his face.
“Two more drinks…” I said with false mockery, smiling at his audible groan when Bootstrap handed him another bottle. “Cow-man, draw.”
“Cow-man… ‘f all the bloomin’ nicknames…”
To Davy I whispered, “You started it.” To which he growled and squeezed my thigh. I kissed his cheek again and sipped my rum.
Clanker’s eyes lit up. “I dare the Cap’n to sing ‘Spanish Ladies’.”
“I Will Not!” Davy roared.
“Then ye gotta take somethin’ off.” Clanker stated dryly, then cursed, sipped, and mooed twice.
Grumbling, Davy Jones finally removed his hat. I’d never seen him with it off before, so I stared quite unashamedly at the mass of tentacles framing his head, held down tight by a much worn cream coloured cloth. Strange, but kind of sexy… Isa! Quit fawning like a girl over the Captain and focus! Davy tossed the hat over the table to Koleniko, who caught it, brushed a couple barnacles off and set it aside. One of Davy’s tentacles reached up and scratched under the cloth, and I watched, fascinated.
“Quit starin’ and draw.” He mumbled, frowning. I gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and drew the Jack.
“Categories. Erm… something hard…”
“The Cap’n?” some smart-ass piped up. Widespread snickering ensued.
I turned bright red and Davy sputtered indignantly. “Um… oh quit yer gigglin’, Bill…ass!” Sip. Kiss Davy’s cheek. “Olympian gods.”
Davy gave an impressed grunt. I shrugged, “What? I’m sorta educated… Aphrodite.”
“Drink up, lass. Hades.” Rumble…
Clanker grunted. “Th’ only one I know be Zeus. Whore.” Sip. “Moo.”
“Poseidon.”
“Hesssstia.”
I nodded at Davy’s choice, “Nice one.”
“Uhhhh…shit.” Sip. “Moo.”
I smiled kindly at Clanker. “S’alright mate, ye beat me at the ship stuff all th’ time.” He nodded back and put his chin back in his hand. “Balls, Piss.” Two swallows, turn… and my chin is suddenly in the grasp of Davy’s tentacles and he descended on me like a hawk on prey, attacking my lips with passion so hard I am bent again, kept from falling only by his strong right arm. I even felt my hair dragging on the floor.
By the time he releases me I’m completely breathless and looking up at Davy’s storm-blue eyes. He looked an inch away from tearing my damned clothes off and I didn’t know whether to be afraid or beg him to go right ahead. Maybe both.
“No more pecks on the cheek, Isssa.” A tentacle smoothly wiped a strand of hair from my forehead and slowly ran down my jaw.
I shook my head. “Agreed.”
I was swung back upright and had to grip the table from the rush. It took me a moment to catch my breath but I did it, trying my best to ignore that warm tingly feeling in my belly and the warmth of his skin... my hand shook as I readjusted my chemise and took yet another reaffirming sip of rum.
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I was beginning not to care who won the damned game, as long as it was OVER, and I could… I could…
You don’t know what you want, do ya girl?
I knew I wanted to stay in Davy’s arms for a while longer, that I knew for damned sure. I knew I liked the tentacle explorations and the warmth radiating off his massive body and the blazing fire in his eyes and the rumbling baritone when he spoke directly to me. Other than that, I really didn’t know shit.
It was his draw, one of the last two. I didn’t keep track this time around, so I had no clue what it would be.
“Ahhhh, just th’ piss card.” The card was slapped back onto the table.
Oh.
Clanker got last draw. The entire crew held their breaths as he reached and retrieved it, and I swear to the gods he took his time just to drag it out, make us fidget.
He at long last held it up.
Ten of Hearts. The Truth Card.
Clanker spun the card in his hand a few times, face wrinkled up in deep thought. I guessed he wanted the final question to be good. The most he could get off Davy was his jacket, and me, he’d get to see boobs. I decided that if he asked me, I’d tell him the truth. The crew didn’t need to see my boobs. I just hoped he’d ask Davy so I wouldn’t have to make the choice for real.
Using a very deep and clear voice, Clanker asked, looking directly at me, “So, Isa, What do ye want t’ do t’ th’ Cap’n, right now…”
Davy stiffened beneath me but kept silent, just watching me. Before I could even think of something nasty to say in retaliation for such a personal question, or pretend to be incensed, my mind went fuzzy. I closed my eyes, flashes of flesh and moonlight and moans and heat. Blue dark eyes bursting with passion and lust … That’s what went through my mind at that very moment… I could see it all… almost feel it…
Must’ve shown on my face because Davy started growling again. I felt something grip my chin and forcibly turn my head so I let my eyes open. My vision immediately fell on Davy’s glowing blues, and the rather graphic images in my head intensified. My breath caught in my throat and I fervently wished he could see what I saw.
His eyes reflected my own images back to me, intensified. It was decided right then and there.
No tricks, no lies, no more covering up. It was far too late for such things. His eyes flicked to the door of the galley and back to me. I nodded faintly; feeling myself shaking where I sat in what I assumed was half terror, half lust. It’d been a while, and this was… this was Davy Jones… and the mere thought of his voice in mid-orgasm was enough to make me moan aloud…
I soon found myself flying, in a whirl I was in his arms, wrapped around him tighter than a glove, kissing every bit of skin I could reach. Distantly I think I heard something get knocked over and suddenly I felt the cold sea winds on my back and neck, and deep in the back of my mind I wondered how I was moving when my feet weren’t on the ground. I discarded that thought when I felt the thin material of my shirt rip and the cool air hit my skin directly, and lost my mind completely when he finally kissed me back.
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