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~ Crying Wolf ~
Heart thudding, Elizabeth left Jamie in the common room, with Kate to watch him, and quickly ascended to her chambers, abandoning calm as she went, and fairly running up the last short staircase. She threw open the door, then froze upon the threshold. "Jack!"
An eyelid lifted, and he frowned. "Close the door, will you? I'll catch me death!"
He was soaking in her newly acquired, very ornately enameled bathtub, which was placed comfortably before the cheerful fire. Wisps of steam rose from the surface of the water, from the spout of a kettle that simmered on the hob, and from a tankard that sat close at hand, full of some warm (and presumably spirited) libation.
Elizabeth felt like tearing her hair. "They told me you'd been wounded!"
"I was! Helpin' the lads with a broken pump and barked me shin right smartly." Jack set a shapely ankle on the edge of the tub, and wiggled his toes at her. "See?"
Fuming, she shut the door, set the bolt, and stalked over. There was a nasty-looking bruise, but it was far from life-threatening.
He assumed a pitiful mien. "Hurt like the devil. Feels a bit better now, though," he assured her.
"Hmmmph." She narrowed her eyes. "Ragetti and Pintel implied you were practically at death's door. I wonder what can have given them that impression?"
"Well..." He put his leg back in the warm water. "Might've been something I said. Got you up here quick, didn't it?"
"You...!" She briefly ground her teeth. "Haven't you ever heard the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf?"
"Can't say as I have. Why don't you come in and tell me about it?"
She gaped, briefly. "Jamie--"
"Kate's got him, right?"
"I was in the middle of--"
"It can wait, can't it?"
"I don't think--"
"I missed you." He peered up at her from under his absurdly long lashes, looking pitiful again. "Didn't you miss me?"
She threw up her hands. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Scrub me back? And tell me the story of the Boy and the Wolf?"
She shook her head, not smiling. But she pulled loose the ties on her shirt and said, unsteadily, "The story of the Knave and the King, more like."
~.~
blackpearlsails this week is 'clean'. Many thanks to my dear hereswith for staying up late to edit. Borrowing somewhat from artaxastra, again. Pirate. ~ Crying Wolf ~
Heart thudding, Elizabeth left Jamie in the common room, with Kate to watch him, and quickly ascended to her chambers, abandoning calm as she went, and fairly running up the last short staircase. She threw open the door, then froze upon the threshold. "Jack!"
An eyelid lifted, and he frowned. "Close the door, will you? I'll catch me death!"
He was soaking in her newly acquired, very ornately enameled bathtub, which was placed comfortably before the cheerful fire. Wisps of steam rose from the surface of the water, from the spout of a kettle that simmered on the hob, and from a tankard that sat close at hand, full of some warm (and presumably spirited) libation.
Elizabeth felt like tearing her hair. "They told me you'd been wounded!"
"I was! Helpin' the lads with a broken pump and barked me shin right smartly." Jack set a shapely ankle on the edge of the tub, and wiggled his toes at her. "See?"
Fuming, she shut the door, set the bolt, and stalked over. There was a nasty-looking bruise, but it was far from life-threatening.
He assumed a pitiful mien. "Hurt like the devil. Feels a bit better now, though," he assured her.
"Hmmmph." She narrowed her eyes. "Ragetti and Pintel implied you were practically at death's door. I wonder what can have given them that impression?"
"Well..." He put his leg back in the warm water. "Might've been something I said. Got you up here quick, didn't it?"
"You...!" She briefly ground her teeth. "Haven't you ever heard the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf?"
"Can't say as I have. Why don't you come in and tell me about it?"
She gaped, briefly. "Jamie--"
"Kate's got him, right?"
"I was in the middle of--"
"It can wait, can't it?"
"I don't think--"
"I missed you." He peered up at her from under his absurdly long lashes, looking pitiful again. "Didn't you miss me?"
She threw up her hands. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Scrub me back? And tell me the story of the Boy and the Wolf?"
She shook her head, not smiling. But she pulled loose the ties on her shirt and said, unsteadily, "The story of the Knave and the King, more like."
~.~