Temp Board - Full Moon

[Amelia]

Amelia’s eyes about popped out of her face as the blasted man stripped out of his shirt, throwing her an offhand comment like he was perfectly edible. Her poor face went up in flames again and she quickly averted her eyes, wondering if it were possible to overheat oneself from blushing too many times in such a short period of time. Gods knew she couldn’t afford to lose anymore sense - she may as well be a blathering idiot around the man as it was.

“Mm. Hadn’t noticed,” she responded, knowing he’d see right through her -obviously he knew what effect he’d have on her, (and that was a low blow, she wasn’t walking around half-naked, for the god’s sake (although, it’s not like he’d be swooning over you like this if you were), she was going to have to come up with something to return the favor) how cocky of him! - but trying to sound carefree anyways.

Unable to help herself, she stole a glance over her shoulder at him every few seconds, her eyes finding some new ripple or bulge to focus on each time. This was ridiculous - what if another girl saw him? She’d be on him instantaneously! Slightly angered at the thought, she found the will to keep her eyes forward, and processed what the wolf had said.

“Well, Ben will be more than happy to see you. Very rarely do I keep someone around long enough to bring them by twice,” she chuckled. “He actually makes some fantastic fried potatoes and ham. Great breakfast food. We should go tomorrow morning,” she said, carefully not mentioning whether she would be meeting him there - or traveling with him.

[Giselle Danielle]

A small smile crept onto Maverick's face. He had the bird, he had her in between his teeth. He could almost taste her. What would Giselle think if he went out with Amelia? All of a sudden he stopped and winced as an intense amount of pleasure coursed through his body. God damnit Dutch, couldn't he not sleep with her for ONE night that they were together?

He quickly regained his composure and followed her, shutting off the connection between Giselle and Dutch. Damn them both.

"But, my dear lady." He began, walking a bit quicker to catch back up. "You are turning red, how can you not be hot?" He asked, slowing down as he walked right behind her. "Can I help you in any way?"

He hoped she hadn't caught his wince. He didn't want to explain too mucha bout what Giselle and Dutch were doing...might make her upset.

[Amelia]

Concentrating on the path ahead of her in an effort to prevent her from salivating over that damn wolf, Amelia tried to fill her mind with equations and blueprints. How ridiculous she was being! Like some adolescent girl…

The poor girl’s breath sped up as she felt him behind her, and knowing he was standing not ten feet away, shirtless, just as delicious as you please, while he tossed innuendo at her was wreaking havoc on her nerves. Oh, yes, she was hot alright.

You can damn well stop teasing me and take me to bed already, that’s how you can help, she growled mentally at him, but kept her smile pleasant as she glanced back at him, determinedly not looking at anything but his face. His defined, wolfish, striking face.

Oh, what trouble she was in.

“I think I‘ll be alright for a while, but perhaps I may need your assistance later,” she said evenly, but her fierce, heated gaze belied her calm exterior.

Shouldering her way back through the door, she tossed him a grin. “So, pretty sure it’s my turn to ask a question again. Tell me, when it comes to entertainment are you a… traditional kind of guy, or are you more exotic?” she asked, putting a slow emphasis on the words and accompanying them with a cock of her hip and a sly look, wishing she’d paid had as much attention in her younger years to being alluring as she had to cogs and gears.

[Giselle Danielle]

He grinned, very happy with himself. Here he was, probably about to get in bed with a lovely girl and he hadn't even required assistance from Giselle or Dutch or anyone in fact. He wasn't the best when it came to the other gender, really he wasn't. But, he just happened to be with a girl who was smart and lovely, all at the same time. He was happy like a child on his birthday.

"I am always ready to help." He said, grinning.

Her question caused him to think. HE didn't really know. Traditional was nice, but also boring. Plus, he was a wolf. Exotic was always on his mind. Like, exotic foods, etc. He loved exotic foods. Especially exotic meats. Now he was just getting off topic. He turned his attention back to her and noticed that look in her eye. He had her. He had her and he loved it.

"Either works fine for me, but I tend to sway more towards the exotic side." He kept his grin. "But I'm sure whatever you're willing to do would be absolutely amazing."

[Amelia]

Amelia was fairly certain she was the luckiest girl on the face of the planet.

She’d never been very good at the whole seducing thing, and rarely was subjected to seduction herself, being that where she came from most everyone had grown up with her and considered her a harmless lunatic. While she was by no means inexperienced, it was a rare occasion for her to be the object of someone’s attention, and it just tickled her pink to be pursued by the wolf.

Unfortunately, the ‘tickling pink’ part was literal, and once again at Mavericks grin and flattering words, her abused skin flushed. She’d spent more time blushing since she’d met the wolf than she had in the last decade, she was sure.

Trying to emulate his untamable, wolfish grin back at him, Amelia winked. “Well then, we’re a perfect pair - I love a little adventure,” she said.

[Giselle Danielle]

He perked up as she admitted her love for adventure and he followed a bit closer behind her. As soon as they were back in her room, as soon as that ship was on the ground, as soon as everything was out of harm's way he would pounce on her. He felt like he was hunting a rabbit, but a very pretty rabbit. Of course, if this rabbit did not want to be eaten he would set her free, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to let her go.

"Sooooo, when can we start this little...adventure?" He asked, inhaling her scent as he walked behind her.

She smelled awesome. He thought so at least. Better than Giselle. In his opinion.

[Amelia]

Heart pounding and trying to keep her breathing under control, Amelia made the last few steps to her room and did her utmost to keep from making a fool of herself. With her luck, she’d trip and plant her face right at Maverick’s feet. Gods, don’t even think that, you’ll jinx yourself, she thought wryly.

Pausing outside her door, she giggled at the wolf. Peeking sideways at him through lowered lashes, she smiled. “Impatient, aren’t we?” she teased, and bumped the door open with her hip. Striding towards her bed to set down her precious heap of junk, and made her steps as agonizingly slow as she could manage. Her stomach fluttered nervously - how was she supposed to handle him alone, in her room? - while her heart raced with anticipation. Her fingers itched to tangle themselves in his vibrant white hair.

“Good things come to those who wait, you know,” she grinned, removing the leather cap and goggles she usually wore and shaking her long hair out (she’d heard somewhere that men liked long hair…) and glancing at him. She was unsure if she wanted to make the first move- would he think bad of her if she rushed into anything? - or what she would even do if she found the courage.

[Giselle Danielle]

The wolf entered her room quietly, sneaking off to the side of the room to lean against the wall and watch her. He cocked his head to one side as her hair fell and simply observed it for the moment. She was attractive, yes, but that was ot why he found the need to grow close to her. It was her spunky personality that made him want to pounce on her and nibble on her shoulder. He loved nibbling.

"But what about the bad things?" He asked, walking up behind her to place his hands on her arms. "I love bad things."

He brought his lips down to dance across her neck before lifting his head, grinning wickedly.

"But if you wish to be patient, I understand."

[Amelia]

Good gods, that man was wicked.

She watched him approach her from the corner of her eye, and tried to keep form hyperventilating.

“Well, I suppose you can’t have good things all the time…“ she allowed, nearly wincing at how breathy her voice sounded. Sound desperate enough, Ames?

Her blood raced, heat blossoming on her arms from his touch, and shivered as his mouth swept across the sensitive skin of her neck. Goosebumps rippled along her skin, ruffling her feathers slightly. For the god’s sake, she was practically putty in his hands.

A quiet growl bubbled in her throat as his lips parted from her skin, surprising herself a little. She quickly spun around, hands flying up to latch onto Maverick’s broad shoulders and shove him back against the wall, her own tiny body already pressing forward.

“Patient, my feathered ass,” she said.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick couldn't stop grinning. Her voice and the tone, he knew that he had her. Yet as he brought his head back, she had spun around and pressed him up against the wall. He blinked. Usually it was the other way around. He was taken off guard, but only for a moment. He wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her.

"Well, I guess I'll have to see this feathered ass of yours."

He grinned and reached down to kiss her.

[Amelia]

Amelia raised her head as Maverick’s lips came down to meet hers, and she felt like tendril of lightning was being held to her nerves at the contact. Her breath shuddered and her own arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers winding themselves in his hair (which actually felt nothing like a wolf’s coat, to her mild surprise), pulling him closer.

Bracing herself on his shoulders, Amelia jumped up to wrap her legs around the wolf’s waist, allowing them both a better vantage point.

“You’ll be seeing more than that, gorgeous,” she said with a grin.

[Giselle Danielle]

((I was thinking that it would be quite entertaining if Giselle/Dutch and Amelia/Maverick were in the same inn. And skipping now, haha.))

Giselle slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she remembered last night's activities. Somehow she had managed to get clean, having fought to get the soap and actually use it before things got too out of hand. She burrowed herself into the bed, quite pleased with herself. She no longer smelled like ale. She closed her eyes, simply relaxing for the moment. Plus, she was too sore to want to move too much anyway.

~~~

Maverick awoke with a start, realizing through his slumber that he was not a wolf. Why was he not a wolf? He slowly relaxed as he realized he was in a room, butt naked. He saw areas of the room where activities had occurred and grinned. He stretched, wincing slightly as a dull pain erupted through each movement. Gods he was sore. He wondered how Amelia felt, he only hoped it was the same. At the thought of her, he began to look for her. He rolled his head around, eyes searching for the feathery friend.

[Dutch]

Dutch smiled as he felt the bed shifting under him, signaling Giselle’s waking. He stretched and groaned a little at the pull of his overused muscles, smiling wider. A contented glow had settled in him stomach, and as he relaxed his limbs he rolled over and snuggled into the feminine form next to him, nuzzling her hair and inhaling her fresh, clean scent she‘d attained form her bath. She’d certainly worked hard enough to get it, he thought and a small chuckle rumbled through his chest.

“Good morning, my lovely,” he told her hair, voice still thick with sleep. “I hope you slept better than I did - some horrible woman’s snoring kept me up all night,” he lied with a teasing smile, running a hand over her side. He’d slept better than he had in ages, and even if she had snored, which he doubted, he never would have heard it.

[Amelia]

The bed under Amelia started moving, and then the warm thing next to her shifted and created cold patches, and then piercing sunlight stabbed at her closed eyes. An unhappy growl sounded in her throat.

One feathered arm shot out and seized what felt like an arm, and she pulled it across her face to block the light as she molded her body back along the line of the adjacent form, trapping the heat it gave off.

“Don’t you dare move for another three hours,” she mumbled sleepily. Morning was not her favorite time of day.

As her thighs and other normally unused body parts began expressing their complaints at their recent exertion, she dimly remembered the adventurous night she’d had with the wolf, and sighed. She wanted to see him again, and make sure she hadn’t imagined it, but it was far too soon to be thinking about things like opening her eyes and such.

[Giselle Danielle]

She did not open her eyes. The added warmth gave her all the more reason not to. With him around her, she felt safer and knew that she could truly relax. Though, he did try to defend himself with a tiny knife the day they met. That wasn't exactly the brightest of ideas when it came to protection, but she supposed he would have made it work. On a more positive note, he had beat up a crowd of people when ale had crashed down on top of her. She probably had a few bruises on her back...he didn't care too much to bother looking.

"Liar." She responded softly, a small smile tugging on her lips. "I do not snore, and we both know that." She moved a hand to where she thought his chest was and rested it against his skin. "I slept better than ever, how about you?"

She didn't want him to move, he was comfy and warm and crazy. All those lovely things that she wanted.

~~~

Maverick was startled as she grabbed his arm and placed it over her eyes. He smiled, however, when she snuggled back against him. He didn't complain and simply relaxed against her, knowing full well that it was not a good idea to annoy a woman early in the morning. Giselle wasn't exactly a morning person either...

"I wouldn't." he whispered, closing his eyes.

He reached down with his free arm and brought the covers up higher around the two. He relaxed and planned on going back to sleep. He didn't have much else to do.