Temp Board - Full Moon

[Amelia]

Pressing her lips together, Amelia felt her eyes widen pitifully at Maverick’s doleful face. How precious!

“Awww, here! Go ahead, eat as much as you want,” she said quickly, thrusting the bag towards him. “I’ll even feed it to you, just don’t make that face!” She told him, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his forehead.

He was already practically irresistible, how was she supposed to deny that puppy face?

[Giselle Danielle]

She felt an unfamiliar twang behind her eyes as he hugged her and she took a slightly shaky breath as she leaned her head against his chest. She kissed him in return and felt another twang as he said he'd wait for her. She bowed her head quickly, so he wouldn't notice and bit her lip. She regained her composure and looked up at him, smiling.

"Thanks. And, you're not dainty." She laughed and reached up to ruffle his hair. "I don't think you're that delicate."

She squeezed his hand and followed him, acting as if she hadn't had been able to cry a couple minutes ago. She really did not want to leave him. But she knew she would ahve to. She almost felt guilty planning on following his ship and make sure he wouldn't be a horndog.

~~~

Maverick grinned and kissed her forehead in return before taking the food happily. He almost bounced as he made his way over towards the table and sat down. He opened it and took out the food that he assumed was for him and handed her the bag. He only took half of what was there, he wasn't too greedy. He would just eat whatever she didn't.

"I promise I won't make that look. A lot, at least." He grinned over at her. "Come eat with me, I'm sure it's delicious. It's usually delicious. Food, delicious. Steak, meat, yum."

He growled slightly and dove into his food, looking up at her with a stuffed face and a crooked grin.

[Dutch]

Nice going, Dutch. You have such a way with words, he thought bitterly to himself. He sensed more than saw that Giselle was upset, and was a little bit confused. He’d thought telling her he’d wait would make her happier… he was impressed, though, that she so quickly reigned herself in. He wished he knew what she was thinking so he could say or do whatever it was that would put her at ease.

Well, if he couldn’t fix whatever had distressed her, he could at least take her mind off it. Adopting an offended air, he looked back at her and held his free hand to his chest in a femininely affronted gesture.

“And just what are you trying to say, Madam? Are you calling me fat?” he demanded, and quickly turned his head away before she could reply, snatching his hand back and crossing his arms.

“No, don’t try to deny it. I know it’s true,” he sighed, and cocked a hip, running his hands over his stomach and hips as though trying to compact them by force. “I need to lose weight, don’t I? Do you think I look fat from this angle?” he asked, and turned his backside to her, looking over his shoulder to see her response, and no sooner had he removed his eyes from his path did he trip over a hole in the uneven road, and went crashing down, eyes flying wide and a surprise yell tearing from him.

((*snickers* kee hee hee.))

[Amelia]

Grinning behind a hand, Amelia watched the wolf dig into his food with gusto, and giggled a little at him. How cute he was!

Sitting down next to him, she resisted the urge to poke his stuffed cheeks and grabbed some food for herself, taking her time a little more. Preening her feathers as she ate, plucking out the remains from last night’s festival, an idea popped into her head, and she hid a mischievous smile. Deciding to test Maverick’s attention span, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and arched her neck a little, hoping the gesture looked as attractive on her as it did on other girls. She vaguely wished she was innately good at the whole flirting thing like the girls she’d grown up with.

“You know, there’s a really pretty river not too far from here. I was thinking, after breakfast, maybe we could have gone over and taken a little swim, but I forgot I didn’t bring anything to go swimming in…” she said, leaning back and sighing lightly.

“I suppose I could just go naked, but the water’s still a little cold… and then I’d just be lying around wet when we got out, and anything I put on would just stick right to me like a second skin…” she said, imbuing her tone with sensual confidence to cover up the nervousness. She was really no good at this seduction business…

[Giselle Danielle]

((Haha, evil It was funny though, haha))

It wasn't that she was upset at his words, no, she was very happy at them. They were just, sentimental and something she didn't hear from anyone. Not even Maverick would tell her that. And Dutch, he was the first man that actually seemed to care. At least now. Before he didn't seem to really care. She felt, wanted almost. Something she wasn't used to, something that she liked.

She scoffed at him as she asked if she was calling him fat and rolled her eyes at him. A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she watched him. He really did pull off the womanly thing...perhaps a bit too well. Before she had time to respond, however, Dutch had tripped and had fallen.

She quickly reached out in an attempt to grab him, but she missed. She quickly moved to his side and bent down, looking at him worriedly.

"Dutch, did you hurt yourself?" She asked, her voice laced with worry.

She heard a giggle above her and she looked up to see a man pointing at the fallen Dutch and whispering something to the man next to him. Giselle growled lowly and stood. Her hand curled into a fist and she walked forward before swinging her fist upward and into his chin. He stumbled backward and she took her other fist and slammed it into his face. She watched happily as he fell to the ground and she looked down at him.

"Wrong people to laugh at," she growled.

She turned away and returned to Dutch, crouching by his side to look at him.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She repeated the question.

~~~

Maverick glanced up, seeing her in a rather odd position. Maverick wasn't easily turned to a pretty girl as he was to a nice one. Yes, Amelia was pretty but he was attracted to her not for her beauty or anything like that, but for her personality. He chewed a bit slower and watched her curiously. As she began to talk, a small smile spread across his face and he chuckled.

"Any excuse to see you naked is a good one," he said, smiling. "But, you don't have to try and impress me with your looks or seduce me with charm. I like you for you, not for your looks. Now, that doesn't mean you aren't beautiful, because you are. You're more beautiful than anyone I know. Inside and out."

That was his opinion, at least.

[Dutch]

Fatally mortified was an understatement. Had he honestly just tripped over his own two feet? Well, actually, he’d tripped over a hole in the ground while preoccupied with asking his lover if he looked fat, but that was besides the point.

Giving Giselle a noncommittal grunt, he tried to roll himself over and found that his left foot was in quite a bit of pain. In fact, it seemed that blistering hot needles of agony were piercing his ankle, and he suspected that it was possible he may have hurt himself. He put a small amount of pressure on it experimentally, and a white hot flash tore through his leg, shooting blinding stars off behind his eyes. Well, that was a bit stupid, he thought, lifting his head and shaking it clear as he heard someone laughing, and wondered what was funny. Gritting his teeth, he hauled himself up into a sitting position just in time to see Giselle slamming an uppercut into a bystander, and he realized the man had been laughing at him. His eyes widened. Damn. She’d just dropped that man like a stone.

“And there’s plenty more where that came from,” he called from the ground, tossing the now injured man’s companion a confident nod. It was never too late to try and save face. He turned back to Giselle and gave her a sly grin.

“That depends. If I tell you where I hurt, are you going to kiss it or bite it?”

[Amelia]

Feeling her eyes widen in surprise, Amelia grinned in relief and slouched a little in her chair.

“Well, I suppose that’s all well and good, because I’m pretty rotten at charm and seduction,” she said, her cheeks a little pink from Maverick’s compliments. She doubted she’d ever get tired of hearing him call her beautiful.

Munching on her food and making a mental note to let Ben live, if only for his stuffed potatoes, Amelia shifted sideways in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning her elbow on the table to support her head.

“So,” she said between bites, “I know you aren’t supposed to go swimming for an hour or so after you’ve eaten, but it only takes about fifteen minutes to get to the river…” she said, tapping her finger against her lip thoughtfully. She slanted Maverick a rather suggestive grin. “Any ideas on how we should pass the time?”

[Giselle Danielle]

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he talked to the man's companion. She saw the paleness in his face, the clear indicator that he was in pain. Ah, the poor man had hurt himself by tripping on the ground. She usually got hurt by getting stabbed, falling off her horse (rarely), getting punched in the face...etc. etc. Not by tripping over herself.

"You know I'd probably bite it." She said, smiling slightly as she leaned down and nipped his nose gently. "Alright...so, you probably hurt your foot right?" She asked, moving towards the foot that she guessed was in pain, the left.

She gently took hold of it and put pressure in certain areas, watching him for signs of pain so she could see where it hurt him exactly. She wasn't a doctor, but after living on her own for a long time, she knew a lot of things that she should do to help make something heal. Sprains were common, but they sucked. She also knew that if he indeed sprained his ankle, she'd have to carry him...or at least support most of his weight. He wasn't fat, but all that muscle...was heavy.

~~~

Maverick was one of those easy going guys that was up for almost anything. Sex didn't drive him forward, but of course he wanted it. He didn't think about it twenty four seven , perhaps because wolves never really...did that all the time, only when the females were in heat.

He looked up as she spoke about something to do and caught the grin she was giving. He smiled and looked at her before he stood and stretched. He patted his stomach a couple times and a wolfish grin spread across his face.

"I have no idea what we could do," he said as he began to stalk towards her. "Hmm, well, one idea has popped into mind. It involves you removing your clothes though."

He stopped beside her and looked down at her, a smile still on his face.

[Dutch]

Smiling a little, Dutch gave a mock growl as Giselle nipped at the end of his nose, and watched with trepidation as she knelt at his injured foot. Tensing, he prepared to be poked and prodded and just prayed she’d be gentler than Jive usually was. Granted, Jive was usually irritated at Dutch for hurting himself in the first place, but even when perfectly calm, the fox seemed to have trouble being gentle with the injured.

The pirate was pleasantly surprised at Giselle’s light touch. He winced when she put pressure on his joints and hissed a little when her fingers squeezed the top of his ankle, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d feared. He wasn’t exactly enjoying it, but he didn’t want to throw himself upon the nearest spear, either.

Sitting up more, Dutch sighed and looked morosely at his ankle. This is so unmanly, he thought, and narrowed his eyes as though perhaps if he glared, his ligaments would realign and heal themselves out of fear.

“It seems I’ve…” he hesitated for a moment, reluctant to claim such a commonly feminine injury, then sighed defeatedly and went on. “I’ve sprained my ankle.”

He tilted his head and looked off into the distance in the manner of someone stoically bearing great ridicule, and waved a hand.

“Go ahead, laugh. Get it out of your system,” he said nobly. He understood if she did laugh. Hell, if it wasn’t his ankle, he’d be laughing.

[Amelia]

As that primal, wolf-like grin settled on his face again, Amelia felt her stomach flutter.

She smirked as he walked toward her and claimed that he that he had ‘no idea’ how to pass the time, and settled herself in her chair, looking up at him through her lashes and grinning at his revelation.

“You only have one idea involving the removal of my clothing?” she said, and sniffed. “Not quite so adventurous today, are we?” she teased, looking at her nails and feigning disinterest, a gesture that was negated by her reddened face. Curse this damn blushing! Couldn’t her body cooperate with her for one blasted day?

[Giselle Danielle]

Giselle listened to his sounds and determined that he had sprained his ankle before he even said it. She smiled inwardly, poor Dutch. It really was an unmanly injury, but it happened. So now she knew that the pirate had weak ankles. She almost wanted to do an experiment on his other ankle to see if it was weak too, but decided it was best not too.

She looked up at him as he told her to laugh and smiled a bit wider. He really was dainty, somewhat. She stood and stood over him, offering him a hand up.

"I won't laugh, Dutch. Though, it is funny, laughing isn't exactly what I want to do. So... let's head back to the hotel. I don't think you'll be able to set sail for a while on that leg. Or if you do, I'm going to have to come with and make sure you don't do anything stupid."

She stuck out her tongue at him. Although she was upset he hurt himself, she was rather happy that she could spend more time with him.

~~~

Maverick looked down at her with a sigh, he really wasn't creative when it came to the world of women. He reached down, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her face up to his before he reached down and kissed her gently.

"I'm not very creative dear, but given that your face is as hot as molten fire...I think you're interested nonetheless."

He grinned and kissed her a bit harder.

[Dutch]

Though Dutch was secretly quite pleased that Giselle had no intention of laughing at him, at least not to his face, he adopted an offended air.

“What do you mean, don’t want to laugh? Opportunities like this don’t crop up all the time, you know, you have to take advantage of them. How long do you think it’s going to be before I trip and hurt myself while acting like a flighty, self-conscious woman again, hmm?” he scolded as he accepted her hand, and paused for a moment before hauling himself up (putting as little strain on her as possible). “On second thought, don’t answer that bit.”

Standing carefully, the pirate pretended to look warily at Giselle, despite the fact that his insides were practically twisting themselves in knots from all their joyful jumping around. She’d come with him? But…what of her horse? Well, he could probably postpone sailing for a few weeks. Probably. If nothing else, he could gift his crew with a few rounds of drinks. They’d survive.

“So, let me see. If I sprained my ankle, you’ll offer to stay with me and protect me from all manner of harmful fiends, including myself,” he said, as though not embarrassed in the least that he’d gone and injured himself and was in need of constant surveillance to ensure the incident did not repeat itself. “So, if I were to, say, get shot in the shoulder, or acquire several broken bones in a manly barfight (in which I would deal out even more grievous injuries to my opponents), or hurt myself in some other serious, but manly, way, you would probably simply have to marry me to keep me out of trouble, wouldn’t you?” he said, tapping a finger on his lips and peeking sideways at her from under his lashes and trying to pretend that his heart wasn’t tripping like mad in his chest.




((Dutch’s Crew: *all groan* HOLD OFF FOR A FEW WEEKS?!?!?!?!
One-Eyed Joe: Not again!
Billy Buckles: Damn that woman!
Trigger-Happy Harry: EVERY TIME we port.
Angry Bob: Well, at least we won’t hear him moping about her for the first few weeks at sea.
All:*Murmur Agreeably*
Billy Buckles: And he is offering ale in compensation…
Pickles:*in a disturbingly evil manner* Forget that! I say we shove a spike through that pretty nose of hers and use it to hang over the nearest Levidan nest we can find! And cut off her fingers so she attracts them with her blood!
All:….
Trigger-Happy Harry: Who let you back on the crew?
All:Yeah! Who let you back? Get gone with you! *commence shooing*

….>.< I’m a crackhead.))

[Amelia]

Grinning in spite of herself, Amelia wrapped her fingers around the warm, strong ones currently in possession of her chin, and melted as he kissed her with even more feeling.

“You don’t know that. Perhaps I just felt like blushing today,” she objected as she pulled back a little, her voice betrayingly breathless. She grinned teasingly, letting the fire he’d set in her stomach show in her eyes.

“However, if I were interested, you wouldn’t have to worry because I’m feeling quite creative enough for the both of us,” she grinned.

[Giselle Danielle]

She wrapped an arm around his torso and made a movement to have him lean more on her. She could knock a man down with one punch; Dutch wouldn't be too difficult to carry. In fact, he looked almost like a light weight. Now that he had called himself dainty, she found that the word fit him a bit more than it should.

"Yes, perhaps it's best not to answer that question." She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him.

He'd probably hurt himself again shortly after his ankle healed...or do something stupid. She knew that she had to take care of him for his ankle, which meant less time with her horse. The thought saddened her slightly, but she enjoyed Dutch's company too much to choose the horse over him.

She almost didn't understand what he was hinting at for a moment. When it hit her, she almost didn't believe him. She looked at him as if he was joking. Did he seriously just ask her to marry him? He had to be kidding.

"Dear sir, did you just ask me to marry you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "If you did, then I must reject. I'll explain why. You haven't been mortally shot yet, nor had your ribs severely broken so that part has not been completed yet. Second, if you're going to ask a woman to marry you, you do not do so in the middle of the street right after you hurt yourself. You have another chance, however."

His response would show her if he was joking or not. Nevertheless, her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. If he did ask, seriously, would she say yes? She didn't know, not yet at least. She didn't know if she wanted to commit herself to anything as serious as a person. A horse, that was one thing...a person...completely different. She could hear the blood pounding in her head, she wondered if Dutch could hear it too. She even felt her face get hot, something that rarely ever happened. For the first time in a long time, she didn't know what to do.

((Giselle would probably just eat Pickles for breakfast Hahaha. And if you are a crackhead, it's not noticeable ))

~~~

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, listening to her words. He had to keep himself from laughing as she mentioned the possibility of simply wanting to blush. He didn't know if it was possible to blush on command. Well, pinch one's nose and attempt to blow out of it. But...that just hurt.

"Ah, you felt like blushing today?" He asked curiously. He nuzzled her forehead with his nose before pressing his lips against her skin. "So how are we going to be creative?"

He grinned, kissing her lips before pulling back. His lips hovered before hers as glowing eyes looked into her firey ones. Yes, he did tease.