Temp Board - Full Moon

[Dutch]

The pirate chuckled as Giselle called him on his lie, and he covered her hand with his own, threading his fingers through hers.

“Quite wonderfully. I always sleep well when I’m lying next to you,” he replied, and flashed a grin. “Probably has something to do with the strenuous activities before hand,” he said.

Stretching his legs a little, he groaned and heaved a sigh, rolling over to look out the window. The sun streamed in, warm and refreshing, and he looked back at Giselle with a boyishly excited smile. It had been years since he’d been back to Adea, and the streets he’d roamed in his childhood were calling to him.

“Come on and get up, lazy bones. I want to show you my city,” he teased with a smile, and reached over to lightly tickle her ribs.

[Amelia]

The bird smiled and sighed happily as Maverick pulled the blankets up around them, and she felt him relax next to her. She’d had the best sleep in ages… of course, wearing her body to exhaustion probably helped. And for once, she hadn’t had a single dream about her airship. Grinning, she blushed sleepily as flashes of what she did dream about came back to her, and she snuggled closer into the wolf. Warm and utterly secure, she started drifting back to sleep…

Until her stomach gave an earth-shaking growl.

Her head snapped down as she glared at the noisy pit, and she felt herself blushing whole-heartedly. Wonderful morning after impression, Ames.

“Did someone mention breakfast? Good, let’s go,” she said, hauling herself out from under the covers and halting as she stared around the remains of what had been a very good night, wondering where the crows her clothing was.

[Giselle Danielle]

Giselle looked at their hands and smiled. For once it seemed like they fit, almost perfectly. Perhaps it was simply her imagining things, but she was still happy. She had finally found someone, even after all those years of telling herself she'd never love anyone. Yet, here she was.

"Probably." she murmured sleepily. "It leaves you pretty tired too."

She looked up to see his smile and instantly knew something was up. He was going to do something and she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it. She felt his fingers at her ribs and she instantly retracted. His touch forced giggles to escape her mouth and she reached up, searching for his own ribs to tickle.

~~~


Maverick opened his eyes as a growl echoed throughout the room. He almost got up to find where it came from before realizing it had escaped from Amelia's stomach. He smiled, he thought it was cute. Instantly she was up, saying something about breakfast before she began to look around for her clothes.

"Must we?" He complained, slowly standing up from the bed. "I'm too tired."

He looked around for his own clothing. He slowly began to find things and began to pick them up and put them on. He found some of Amelia's and tossed them to her.

"If you like rabbit I can go hunt some and cook it for breakfast..."

[Dutch]

Grinning triumphantly as Giselle tried to escape his tickling, Dutch moved forward with her and kept at it - until her fingers danced across his ribs and he let out a decidedly unmanly yelp.

Leaping back with all the grace of a ricochet boomerang missing a side, he flailed wildly as he tumbled off the bed and landed solidly on the floor with a bruising oomphf. He flopped back on the ground and stared at the ceiling in pain.

“Ow,” he said belatedly. Raising his head to look back at Giselle, he tried to pass off a charming grin. “Lucky you, darling! You get hours of unsurpassable pleasure in the bedroom and enjoyable entertainment, all in one good-looking package!” he joked, wishing he hadn’t given away his weakness. Dutch hated being tickled. He was horribly sensitive - a fact that Jive had exploited ruthlessly many times prior.

[Amelia]

Amelia laughed as Maverick reluctantly pulled himself from the bed. “You, turning down food? I didn’t break you last night, did I?” she teased.

She gradually dressed as she located her clothes, and nodded her thanks as Maverick tossed her found items, while she returned the favor. Trying to keep her stomach from devouring her liver, she concentrated on getting her uncooperative limbs to do what she wanted of them, rather than she delicious grilled ham and potatoes she knew would be cooking right now at her friend’s grill. She was a little surprised when the wolf offered to hunt a rabbit for them - she was so awful at such things, the thought never crossed her mind - but quickly realized it made sense. He was a wolf, after all. He would need to be good at that sort of thing.

“That would be wonderful,” she said, smiling warmly. Maybe she was being silly, but she felt flattered that he would go to such troubles for her. She found it sweet. And she’d never had rabbit before.

[Giselle Danielle]

She squirmed as his fingers danced across her skin, giggling to the point where it was beginning to be quite difficult to breathe. He yelped and his fingers stopped as hers connected with his skin. She looked up and watched him flail followed closely by him falling off the bed. She couldn't help but laugh, sticking her head over the side to look down at the naked handsome pirate. Naked handsome ticklish pirate at that.

"I am rather lucky, aren't I?" She asked, sliding down from the bed to sit down on Dutch's stomach. "I believe I have found your weakness, kind sir."

And she began the attack. Her fingers danced wickedly and quickly across his skin, dancing from his neck to his sides in amusement. She was going to have fun with this one.

~~~

Maverick looked up towards her tiredly and smiled. It was true, he had turned down food. It was unheard of for him, but yet he had done it.

"When you take a tired man and put steak in front of him he eats it slowly and tiredly, not fully enjoying the meal. You take an awake man and put steak in front of him, he eats it quickly and devours it and shows that he really did enjoy the meal." He smiled as he buttoned up his shirt. "I shall get you some rabbit then. We'll have to go a ways to get to the forest...might take ten minutes to walk there. That alright?"

He wanted to get far enough away from the town where the rabbit wouldn't hear most of the chaos emerging from the inhabitants. That was where he'd find rabbits. Though, it might take him a while to find two. If worse came to worse, he'd just give her his.

[Dutch]

The pirate smiled like a good sport as she laughed at him, and rested his hands on her hips as she seated herself on his waist.

His smile froze at her remark, however, and his eyes widened in horror.

And suddenly he was squirming in ticklish agony, his laughter ringing off the walls as he tried to bat her hands away form his skin. Good gods, those crowbegotten fingers of hers were nimble!

“Stop, stop!” he gasped, sucking in air. “Please! I give! I surrender, I concede!” he pleaded, his voice weak and breathless with laughter.

[Amelia]

Amelia pursed her lips as she considered Maverick’s eating philosophy, and pouted a little at him as he buttoned his shirt. “Oh, my poor wolfy,” she said sympathetically.

Crossing over to him, she started at the opposite end of his shirt and began undoing the work he’d just finished. “I have an idea. Since I can’t have a man outdoing me, and it’s a crime to cover up a chest like this, you stay here and rest for a bit while I go hunting. Later on, we can go out and hunt your way, when you’re more awake. And maybe you can show me how to do all that woodsy tracking and foraging business,” she said, reaching up to give him a light kiss and push on his shoulders to guide him back down to the bed. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move the mountain of man before her, so she hoped he’d take her suggestion.

[Giselle Danielle]

As he pleaded, she finally stopped and smiled down at him. She reached down to cup his cheek in her hand before kissing his lips.

"You silly fox." she purred. "I must say, you're rather cute when you laugh like that."

She removed herself finally from his stomach and stood. She looked down at him and gently nudged him with her foot.

"Come come silly fox, show me your wonderful city. I promise to not tickle you...for a while at least."

She would do it when he was least expecting it and try and conjure that yelp of his again.

~~~

He frowned slightly as she began to unbutton his shirt and then began to realize what she was saying. She wanted him to stay, but why? Then she explained herself and he couldn't help but smile. She really was kind and thoughtful. He almost wanted to pick her up and never let her go.

"Alright, alright." He said as she steered him to the bed. "I shall do as you wish."

He removed his shirt and sat down, laying on his back to look at her. He smiled softly before closing his eyes and relaxing.

[Dutch]

Dutch collapsed and drank in huge gulping breaths as the assault on his ticklish weak spots ceased, and glared mildly at his foe at her remark.

“I actually happen to think I’m much cuter when I’m not being tortured,” her said matter-of-factly, continuing to lie on his back, arms spread wide. He rolled over as she nudged him, and hauled himself to his feet.

“How very generous of you, m’lady,” he said wryly, giving her an arch look, but really he was trying not to smile. He liked seeing her happy. He’d prefer if it weren’t at his rib’s expense, but he supposed it was a small price to pay.

Looking around the room, he began wandering about and retrieving his discarded clothing, wondering if his pants would be dry yet. He felt the creases, checking for dampness, and happily found them quite dry.

“It seems to me that an apology is owed. Walking around nude for the rest of the day should be adequate, I think,” he in a perfectly reasonable tone, pulling his slightly stiff pants on. He wasn’t serious of course, he’d be too horribly jealous of any other man looking at her to even contemplate letting her do such a thing, but he didn’t have to let her know that.

[Amelia]

Amelia grinned triumphantly as Maverick relented to her pushes, and gave his shoulders a quick squeeze.

“Good man,” she said, turning to find and put on her shoes. She glanced at him and caught his smile, retuning it before quickly looking away. She would have to be careful - if she let her gaze linger too long at the delicious buffet of muscles laid out on the bed before her, she might wind up getting hungry for something other than food.

She crept out of the room as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the wolf’s peace, and dropped off payment for another day at the inn’s front desk. Opening the door and striding outside, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs, and smiled. If her wings would have carried her, she probably would have flown all the way to Ben’s.

Pushing through the door to her friend’s grill, she shouted for the fellow Iccaru.

“Oi, Ben! Quit lying around, you have hungry customers!”

Ben popped his head around the wall from the kitchen. “Don’t you have anything better to do than come round and hassle me? Go eat some other poor guy out of business.” he complained, but his grin belied his grumpy tone.

“Oh, but Ben, no one can fix up rat meat like you!” She winked at the one other couple in the restaurant, who grinned and chuckled good-naturedly. Ben scowled.

“Be careful who you say that to, it’s not hard to start up rumors in this town,” he cautioned, and disappeared behind the wall again. “What am I fixing you?” he called. She walked up and leaned on the bar, so she could see him at the grill, and gave him her order. He blinked at her.

“What, are you feeding an army?” he said. She tried to keep herself from blushing.

“I happen to be hungry this morning,” she said defensively. He slanted her a suspicious glance.

“Sure you aren’t bringing home some goodies for last night’s entertainment?” he asked. She felt her cheeks redden against her will.

“You don’t know I can’t eat all of it. I’ve decided if I can’t be taller than everyone, I’ll be wider,” she said jokingly, hoping a laugh would derail his inquiry. She was wrong.

“You seemed pretty chummy with that white-haired guy yesterday. He wouldn’t happen to be keeping your bed warm for you right now, would he?” he said, a small smile plucking at the corners of his mouth. Amelia scowled and felt her cheeks flaming violently.

“The temperature of my bed is none of your business, Ben, and I wouldn’t tell you about it even if there were someone in it,” she said sharply. She’d grown up with Ben; he was practically her big brother. It was beyond mortifying to be talking about her bedmates with him.

Ben didn’t bother to hide his grin as he packaged up her meals and gave them to her.

“Alright, sorry. I accept your blatant lie that you slept alone last night,” he said, handing her a large, stuffed bag. She snatched it from him with a glare.

“Not lying.” she objected.

Ben just grinned wider. “Course not. Tell Maverick hi for me,” he told her evenly. Amelia shot him one last glare and turned to leave. “And make sure you two are careful!” he called as she opened the door, “Don’t have any chicklings until you’re ready!”

Amelia flipped him a different sort of bird and stalked back to the inn, her previous good mood tainted with humiliation. She breezed past the front desk and started back towards her room.


((...O.O loooong post... >.<))

[Giselle Danielle]

Giselle raised an eyebrow at the pirate and walked towards him. She stopped a couple feet in front of him and placed a hand on her hip as a sly grin crossed her face.

"Ah, so you'd like for me to walk around naked then? For all the world to see? For men to see my bare naked body, men who aren't you. How cold." She teased, turning to find her clothes. "To your disappointment I shall wear my clothes. I hope you don't think I'd want you running around nude anytime soon...I don't want another woman to see more than your ace and hands." She looked back at him seriously. "Then again, I'm rather selfish."

Only when it came to the things that mattered to her. Her horse and Dutch mattered to her. Maverick did too, just in a different way. She wondered if Dutch would ever realize that her horse meant as much to her as he did...probably best not telling him that. He might take it the wrong way. Her horse was the last bit, other than Maverick, of her tribe. He was important.

"Do you think Maverick was successful?" Giselle asked suddenly, putting on her pants. "He was talking to that Iccaru for a while. Oh, speaking about that Iccaru, how's your face?"

She put on her shirt and then her vest before running her fingers through her hair as a brush. She turned around to look at him, smiling softly. He really was cute, even without the torturous tickles.

[Dutch]

Regretting that he had just put his pants on, Dutch let his eyes roam intently over Giselle as she stood before him teasingly, and wondered how she’d react if he tackled her onto the bed. He’d show her cold.

He laughed as she warned him not to take his own advice. “Well, I guess I should cancel my plans to go streaking tonight then,” he joked, and finished dressing. He was slipping back into his boots as Giselle suddenly brought up the feisty little Iccaru from last night, and stiffened. Glancing up at her cautiously, he tried to discern if she was still testy about that. A relieved breath escaped him as he saw her smiling like that at him and he straightened, fingering his jaw as though looking for sore spots.

“Hmm, seems a little sore, right here. Perhaps you should kiss it better,” he said, and tilted his head accessibly, pointing to the bottom corner of his mouth.

[Giselle Danielle]

She raised an eyebrow as she finished buttoning the last button her vest and rolled her eyes. He really was a horn dog. She wondered if they could spend one night without going at it like animals. It was a wonder she wasn't pregnant. Absently her hand went to her stomach, as if testing to make sure there really wasn't anything there. She didn't want to have children, at least not now. She didn't have the patience...might end up throwing them overboard. For a moment she forgot what Dutch had said, yet as her eyes re-focused she remembered.

She walked forward and brought her lips to where he pointed and made the movements as if she were going to kiss him before she suddenly had his skin in between her teeth. She squeezed, a simple pinch, and let go.

"I think the only thing that's really sore..." she said, pointing to his chest. "is your ego." She grinned before taking his hand. "Come on, show me your beautiful city. You grew up here?"

She was trying to forget the thoughts from before. Children. She almost shuddered at the thought. But no, even after the many times she had slept with men she had never become pregnant. She had a feeling the possibility of infertility was high. Surprisingly the thought saddened her and she turned away, trying to lead him to the door so she could forget and so he wouldn't see her face.

((Aww, she secretly wants children but caaaaan't))

[Dutch]

((aaaaawww. dutch is too selfish to want to be a daddy, lol. >.< men.))

Oh, good gods, she was thinking about children.

The experienced pirate recognized the distant, thoughtful look and the hand pressed to the stomach. It was the ‘hmm, I wonder what it would be like to bear offspring?’ bit.

The blood in Dutch’s veins ran cold.

It wasn’t that he disliked children, so much, as he disliked the responsibility. It was the ultimate ball and chain - a whole other life depending on you, looking up to you, needing your time and attention and money and-

He was getting claustrophobic just thinking about it. How could you be a pirate and a father at the same time?

He was a little out of it still as Giselle came towards him, but snapped out of it quite abruptly as the little scoundrel-ette bit him instead of bestowing a healing smooch like he’d expected.

He jumped and gave a little yelp, sounding like nothing so much as a fox who’s tail has just been stepped on, and rubbed the tender, abused skin indignantly.

“Well, maybe it wasn’t sore before, but it is now. I certainly feel owed a kiss after that,” he argued, allowing Giselle to take his hand and lead him towards the door. It seemed she wasn’t ready for the ‘parenthood talk’ either.

But she still seemed a little distracted…

Dutch racked his brains, trying to think of something charming and sweet to do in an effort to bring her out of her rut, but a flash of dusky feathers and chestnut hair up ahead on the stairs interrupted his pondering. His heart sank.

Oh, no. I’m going to get punched again… he thought dejectedly.