Temp Board - Full Moon

[Dutch]

Dutch looked down at the woman in mild shock as she blatantly told him he was to keep it in his pants during their separation.

Well.

He stepped out of her way as she moved past him, and leaned against the wall, bending a leg and propping his foot against the wall. He watched her movements with a heated gaze as she undressed. It actually wouldn’t be quite as difficult as she seemed to think, actually; when he was on extended voyages, it was quite impossible to have company in his bed every night. He supposed he could bring a few women along, but that was simply asking for trouble among his crew and the ladies. So long as he kept himself busy, it shouldn’t be too terribly hard.

Not that he would tell her that. She was testing him - he knew that. Jive may think him dim, but he was far from ignorant in the ways of women, especially their plots and schemes. She probably had already figured out a way to have someone keep tabs on him while she was away, she was an assassin, after all. It was natural instinct for her to want to be informed. He didn’t mind. It was natural for a woman to want to know she could trust the man she was with.

Granted, he had never actively deprived himself before… but really, people did it all the time. Couldn’t be so bad. Hell, probably would make it even better when she came back.

Pushing off the wall, he stripped out of his own shirt and came up behind her, running his fingers over her shoulders and bending down to her neck again. He’d liked how she’d trembled earlier, logging it away as a sensitive spot on her.

“Not a problem at all, darling. I’ll just have to make enough memories tonight to stave off the loneliness,” he breathed along her skin, grinning.

[Amelia]

Amelia came to stand close to the wolf, noticing how incredibly bright his white hair was in the sun. Gesturing at her arms, she grinned wryly.

“It looks like I’ve been rolling in the mud,” she said, but with less distaste. Somehow, they seemed less ugly knowing that Maverick liked them… She smiled at him, tilting her head a little at his compliments.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, and looked back to her craft. Her critical gaze caught the slowing of the wings and she sighed heavily. “I think you spoke to soon though. She’ll be coming back down soon…” she predicted, and no sooner had the words left her mouth than it started drifting back towards the earth. She shook her head defeatedly.

“Damn fuel devourer. Honestly, she goes through those bricks like a kid in a candy store…” she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. Peeking at Maverick, she pressed her lips together in an attempt to quash the urge to see what he tasted like. She scowled at herself. This was ridiculous. Acting like a bloody hormone-riddled teenager… she thought gruffly. Deciding it might be wise to put some spacec in between them, she strode over to collect her contraption, calling over her shoulder.

“So, tell me something embarrassing about you. I’ve shown you my irrational obsession with the impossible, it’s only fair you give me something on you,” she joked.

[Giselle Danielle]

She knew the pirate was intelligent, she never doubted that. She had a feeling he knew that she was testing him, but who could blame her? She had left once and he had slept with as many women as possible. He was a pirate on top of it, they were known for not exactly telling the truth. Dutch had never lied to her, and she didn't think he would. She still wanted to make sure.

Damn him for his appearance that made him absolutely jaw-dropping gorgeous. She couldn't help but nibble on her lower lip as she watched him and ended up turning away to pay attention to the bath. Well, she was lucky, she now had a handsome man to wrap herself around. And that handsome man happened to have a very chiseled chest. Very lucky.

"Good." She said, shivering as his breath ran along her skin. "Very good." She murmured, turning her head to look at him. "Bath time."

She grinned and quickly stepped to the side. Her hand went to his and she attempted to pull him forward, and if she succeeded in that, she would have pushed his back firmly, but gently, with the clear intent of getting him into the bath. Even with his pants still on. That could be remedied later.


Maverick knew very well that it was no use arguing with a woman. He had learned that from Giselle. He knew how to agree with them, yet make them smile still. Well, he thought he did at least.

"Well, very pretty mud." He said, looking at her arms. "It may not mean a whole lot, but I like them. Even with mud."

He watched sadly as the contraption began to fall. He would try and help her find a better fuel source. Even if she socked him on the jaw just like she had with Dutch. He was determined at this point. He wanted to ride a flying ship.

"Something embarrassing?" He asked, a bit taken back as he followed her. "Hmm, something embarrassing. Let me think." He rubbed his chin in thought and shrugged. "I like to lick things as a wolf. Sounds weird but it's a better way to identify things. I also clean myself...a lot, as a wolf and human. I hate not being clean. Very uncomfortable. Plus it feels good to ha..."

He stopped himself and rubbed the back of his neck. This was one of those things that you just didn't say what you were thinking.

[Dutch]

The corner of Dutch’s lips turned up in a sexy little smirk as Giselle shivered deliciously under his attentions; he enjoyed drawing such reactions out of her. Almost as much as having such reactions drawn out of him…

He laughed as she urged him into the bath, and he spun around, kicking his boots off as he slid backwards into the water, his pants still on. The fact didn’t bother him a bit; he couldn’t wait to have Giselle peel them off him…

“Quite right, darling, I have deprived you of your cleanliness long enough. My apologies. Please, allow me to thoroughly wash every inch of that gorgeous body of yours,” he said, his tone far too sensual to imply any real remorse. He honestly couldn’t help himself around her. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he’d seen her, but every time he saw her he had the overwhelming desire to lock themselves in a room for a few days and pretend the world only existed for the two of them.

[Amelia]

Kneeling down in the grass to inspect her little ship, Amelia cast a surprised glance at the wolf as he answered her with an embarrassing tidbit about himself; she had really just been joking. Any of her ‘brothers’ would have scoffed at her and probably teased her.

But then again, he was most certainly not one of her ‘brothers’.

Her eyes flew wide at his near slip, and she quickly rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth to hide the smile she couldn’t suppress. How candid of him, she thought, but he had stopped himself.

Unfortunately, the damage had already been done, and it didn’t take long for her to imagine his human tongue licking at… other things. Such as body parts…

Feeling that all too familiar heat return to her face, Amelia quickly stood up and dusted off her pants, the knees of which were coated in a thin layer of mud. The dirt brought back the little comment he’d made about rolling in the mud, and suddenly her mind filled with the image of him standing up from a pit, clothed in nothing but sliding, slippery earth…

Resisting the urge to fan her flaming cheeks, she glanced at the wolf as she bent back down to pick up her stupid, malfunctioning hunk of wood and hoped to whatever god might be listening that he wouldn’t realize what she was blushing about. Maybe if she was lucky, he would just think it was sunburn. Or early symptoms of heatstroke. Or something less humiliating.

“Well, I suppose that qualifies,” she said, aiming for a light, carefree tone but landing closer to tense and pathetic. “I’d call us even.”

[Giselle Danielle]

She felt like laughing whenever she was around him, even at the stupidest things. He just made her feel so much better. She couldn't explain it. Everything about him she liked, even his mistakes. She couldn't blame him for sleeping around with the other women, though she was insanely jealous. She didn't want any other woman to have him, not anymore. Now that she had asked him not to, she felt safer in knowing that no other woman would receive his affectionate touch. Or his lips. Or anything else of his for that matter.

She still wanted to make sure, however. She couldn't completely trust him, he was a pirate.

"Oh?" She asked, ignoring his tone as she walked over to the edge of the bath, undoing the clasp on her belt. "Why, your offer is very much appreciated, but I was planning on cleaning you first. You need it a bit more than I do. I think you have salt in some crevices."

She smiled at him and sat on the edge of the tub, removing her boots slowly, as if taunting. His boot removal by kicking was rather impressive. She would have liked to have been able to do that...but...she simply was not as coordinated as many thought and would have probably hit the tub head first. Things usually ended up that way.


Maverick saw her smile and felt relieved. Sure, he had admitted a personal thing about himself, but it wasn't too bad. All wolves cleaned themselves. Well, most of them. He liked to be clean. His tongue could also be put to many other uses. Such as cleaning other people, perhaps Amelia. The thought almost caused him to cock his head to the side as he thought that. He didn't really think she'd enjoy it, plus she didn't really need a cleaning. This concerned him. Human and wolvish thoughts mixing together to create one confused man/wolf.

He noted the shade change in her skin and he wondered what she was thinking. Was she thinking something of him that could potentially include her as well? Or was she simply experiencing sunburn? The poor wolf was horribly inexperienced. He knew what he was doing when it came to important matters, that he had been taught well by his peers back at the tribe. But, a woman's thoughts and actions were completely foreign to him.

"Even?" He asked, grinning as he followed her. "Well then, how about we just keep saying embarrassing things about each other? I rather like this game. If you agree, then here is my question. What were you thinking when your skin became a pinkish hue? Or are you just getting sunburn that seems to be lessening in intensity rather than increasing."

He had decided that he wouldn't guess and simply ask. Heck, couldn't hurt. Well, hopefully couldn't hurt.

[Dutch]

Dutch watched through hooded eyes as Giselle went about removing the rest of her clothing, sinking down in the hot water and grinning as she shared her intention to ‘cleanse’ him first, sounding for all the world as though she were actually talking about washing.

Little minx, he thought fondly, tilting his head a little as he watched the fascinating way her side curved as she bent over her boots.

“You seem to have a point, dear heart,” he agreed, sitting upright and letting the water spill down his chest and creating what he full well knew was an appealing spectacle. Jive was often irritated more by the fact that Dutch knew he was attractive than by his effect on women. Perhaps smirking a little, his hand lazily brushed a path over the exposed skin. “However, I couldn’t keep you waiting on my account. I feel just awful for denying you this long already,” he said, and leaned forward, eyes tracing a burning trail over her skin. “Perhaps this calls for a joint effort,” he suggested, voice low and sultry again. Shifting slightly, he noticed the effect such close proximity to the woman was having on him with mild discomfort. He’d changed his mind about his pants; if they stayed on much longer, certain parts of his straining anatomy were going to become quite uncomfortable.

[Giselle Danielle]

She was very good at appearing as if she ignored his tone. Inwardly, his voice made her want to shiver and swoon at his words. She controlled herself however and simply looked over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm, perhaps I need to clean your head first too." She said calmly, tossing both boots away before working on removing her pants. "You deny me so much, yet haven't I denied you?" Then her voice suddenly changed to a silky undertone as she looked at him, her eyes concentrating on his. "I'll make sure I do better than any other woman you've ever slept with."

Then she looked away, slowly sliding from her pants and other undergarments.

"Oh, the soap, that's important." She said, standing and walking over to a cabinet.

She opened it and began to rummage through it, bending down to open the bottom drawers before finally finding the bar. She knew exactly what effect it would have on him. She loved making him wait.

"Found it. Little devil was hiding in a drawer." She said, walking back over to the tub and placing the bar on the floor. "You alright? Pants a little too tight?"

She grinned at him and barely held back the laughter that threatened to rip through her throat. Ah, he was so cute. She wanted to hug him and take him with her everywhere.

[Dutch]

Dutch felt his sexy little smile waver as Giselle again brushed off his glaringly obvious innuendo, and his eyebrows leapt clear off his face as her demeanor backpedaled and the sultry temptress made an appearance.

Unpredictable, indeed.

For a fraction of a second, Dutch was confused and a little worried over her comment- what did she think she had done their first night together? Didn’t she remember? That night was one of his fondest memories…and was some of his best work (she‘d better remember that)- before she shed her clothing and all coherent thought was replaced by raw need.

And then the bloody tease walked off again.

Hooded eyes glowing hungrily and muscles tensed, the pirate watched her sashay around, bending this way and that, and tried very hard not to shoot out of the tub and jump on her. He growled as she returned and inquired about his pants.

“You know damn well they are, woman,” he husked as he rose to his feet and leaned to the edge of the tub. “And seeing as it’s your fault, it would only be fair for you to help me out of them,” he said, and shot his arm forward to wrap around her waist and pull her into the tub with him where she belonged, so he could devour every inch of her skin he could reach.

[Amelia]

Amelia turned about eight shades of red and spluttered like an idiot for a moment, then thought about what he might do when he found out and her skin invented several new shades of embarrassment.

Oh good gods. He didn’t really expect her to answer that, did he? But he had answered her, and with honesty…

Hiding a little behind her ship and looking anywhere but the damn wolf, the featherbrained idiot tried to frantically think a way out of this. She could lie, but she was such a rotten liar. And she’d feel bad. Oh, for the love of mechanics, Ames, you’re the most brash, outspoken person you know. Grow a backbone, she chided herself.

Straightening her spine a little, she tried to look like her skin wasn’t about to catch flame and faced the man. “I was having a rather vivid daydream about what you’d look like without all those clothes in the way,” she told him confidently, then turned and began making her way back to the inn, trying to come up with another good question for him. She couldn’t let him have the upper hand…

Deciding that she’d gone too far now to let up, she pushed for the advantage. “My turn. How long has it been since you’ve had a girl as gorgeous as me in your bed?” she half-teased, expecting him to come up with some clever quip and perhaps they could drop the whole sordid affair. But…did she really want him to?

“And answer me honestly, now,” she warned.

[Giselle Danielle]

((Skipping Giselle, haha. Sorry it's short, gotta eat.))

Maverick's chest swelled with pride at hearing the next compliment. This woman was good at making compliments, he liked that. He found himself smiling at her words and he followed her like a young pup following his mother. Except, she was not his mother. In fact, he planned on making quite sure she wasn't his mother.

Her next question startled him slightly and he looked at her. How was he suppose to answer that without sounding like an idiot? He had rarely slept with any women, any at all.

"No. I haven't." He admitted finally, his own face turning a slight pinkish hue. "I haven't been in bed with a lot of women...let alone women as gorgeous as you." He shrugged. "You sound as if I'll be getting you into my bed, however." He said, smiling at this point. "Will I?"

[Amelia]

((Amelia : *sticks tongue out at Dutch* HAH-HA. Karma, pretty boy. Prolong his suffering, Giselle.))

Leaning back to make the awkward hold on her ship more comfortable, Amelia smiled at the wolf’s reaction to her confession, and tried not to giggle. How adorable, she thought, cocking her head. Like a boy who’s jus been told he looks like his father.

And he didn’t tease her about her skin being approximately the same temperature of the sun. Good man, this Maverick.

She frowned as he told her he’d hardly slept around, looking over him critically, unsure whether to believe him. He’d told the truth so far, though… and he didn’t seem the sort to lie. He was too open.

Well. It certainly can’t be from lack of offers, she thought wryly. The man was a walking example of wild, instinctual desire. Gods forbid he walk around shirtless or anything. He’d probably have a mob after him.

Amelia blushed for the billionth time as he casually agreed with her claim of gorgeousness, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Sure, she was pretty, but she knew she wasn’t gorgeous, she‘d just been bantering. She wasn’t delusional. All the same, it was nice to hear, and in such a matter-of-fact tone - especially from someone looking like Maverick.

Trying to suppress the inevitable flush of embarrassment at his blatant proposition, she cocked a hip and gave him a sly look before starting to walk back to the inn again, perhaps swaying a little more than necessary. Just a little.

“Is that your question?” she asked, throwing a glance over her shoulder at him and hoping quite sincerely it wasn’t. She didn’t know the answer to that yet herself- and her judgment seemed to be a bit faulty at the moment.

[Giselle Danielle]

((Yush, she'll do just that. Haha.))

Maverick rarely spent any time outside of his wolf body, so it wasn't too surprising that he had slept with very little women. Though, whenever he did venture out from his animal body he found at least one woman swooning over him. The day at the beach, when Giselle had dragged him out and threatened him to come out of his wolf self just so she could keep other men at bay. Though, other women did not stay away and he found himself growling under his breath. He didn't like too many people around him....

He found it rather entertaining as her skin changed colors. He almost wanted to hug her she was so adorable when it came to that. Of course, men didn't use terms as adorable. So, it would have to be gorgeous. Plus, girls liked that, didn't they?

"Yes, that is my question." He said, following her. "Though, I must admit, if I do manage this great feat, I would appreciate it if we met afterward at least a couple times. I'd still like to at least see you." He was a bit too open, perhaps. "Giselle can be a bit too...weird."

[Amelia]

((Dutch : *pouty lip* ..... ;.; ..but...baby....

Amelia : *smug grin* nyahah.))

The bird’s feet came to a complete halt and she turned to look at the wolf with a mildly incredulous, but pleased, look. Most men said things like that, both prior and subsequent to the bedding part, but few with such candor and even fewer meant it. It was impossible to think a thing like that from Maverick, however; one could pluck his heart right off his sleeve.

Smiling fondly and tilting her head a bit, Amelia considered him. “Hmm. I suppose it’s a possibility, then,” she said, and resumed her course. “You’re gonna have to work for it, though- I told you earlier I’m no easy lay and I meant it,” she told him firmly. It wouldn’t do for him to be getting ideas in his head, just incase it was all a very elaborate act. Better to err on the side of caution. Of course, being overly cautious wasn’t advisable either…

“Regardless of whose bed I sleep in tonight, though, I’d like to see you again too,” she added, in a softer tone.

[Giselle Danielle]

He was pleased as her feet stopped and he raised his head rather proudly. He could do this too, Dutch wasn't the only one. Though, Maverick didn't want Dutch to be his role model. The pirate ditched his partners afterward, a wolf wasn't the type of person to do that. In any case, he didn't have to sleep with her tonight, perhaps better for a different day.

"Alright, alright, I understand." He said, grinning as he removed his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. "It's a bit hot, don't you think?"

Wolves were muscular, and as a human Maverick was very muscular indeed.

"And I'm glad to hear you'll be willing to see me again. Perhaps we could go back to that place again, with the steak..." He grinned just thinking about it. "Food is such a lovely thing."