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Previous bits...
And here's today's...
35. Lost
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
“Oh!” she whispered, a shiver running through her, the feeling so intense she couldn't think what to do. Well, no. She was supposed to protest. Accordingly, she drew her brows together as he took her finger from his mouth, the air chilling its dampness, his kiss briefly heating it again . She said sternly, “You are a dangerous man!” But even as she said it she could feel the corners of her mouth tilting up.
He looked at her impishly. “You knew that.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t help smiling, but she had to ask. “Are you going to ravish me?”
The impish look vanished, and he said, rather tartly, “No! Lord, Bill would cut out me liver. And if he didn’t your relatives would, when I get you home.”
“Oh,” she said again, and found that she was extremely disappointed.
“Provided these relatives exist," he went on. "You haven’t even told me your real name, Miss Smith.”
“It’s Carlisle,” she said, immediately.
“Of the Carlisles?”
“My grandmother is a cousin, so I am twice removed, but yes.”
He looked impressed. Or wary.
“That won’t make any difference, will it?” she asked, suddenly regretting her impulsive wish to be honest with him. “I mean…”
He smiled slowly. “You mean what?”
Her own smile returned, and she lifted her hand, her finger… and dared to run it feather light over his plump lower lip. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she confessed, staring at his mouth.
He caught the finger, the hand, and held it warm in his own. He said, rather primly, “I should think not.”
A gurgle of laughter escaped her. “No, but will you not show me more?”
“Nell…”
She went on, quickly, lightly, though she would perish if he wouldn’t consent. “I daresay you have been with a great many women, handsome as you are, and a pirate besides, and you will know just how to go about it.”
He raised a brow, her flattery having missed the mark entirely. “Haven’t been with a great many virgins, however.”
There was no use in denial. Or was there? She considered.
But his eyes narrowed, and he bent close. “If you lie to me, there’ll be consequences.” And his lips brushed her cheek.
She shivered again. “Consequences?” She turned her face, her lips were nearly touching his. Nearly.
And then were. He was kissing her, slow and soft, tasting with a flick of tongue against her lower lip, breathing deep. And when she reached up once more, to caress his cheek, and his sparse, neat beard, and kissed back with equal care, she felt that shiver run though him, and his breath stuttered.
He broke it off, and stared. Silence reigned for one uncertain moment until, suddenly frightened that she'd ruined it, she whispered, "Did I do it wrong?"
He gave a kind of desperate laugh, and closed his eyes. Then opened them again. "Nell, you're going to be the death of me. But by God, I'll die a happy man."
TBC...
hereswith for beta reading, editing, and excellent suggestions.Previous bits...
| 1. Tortuga 2. Happiness 3. Festive 4. Last Minute 5. Calm 6. Truth 7. Bargain 8. Spook 9. Down 10. Wounds 11. Moon 12. Monsters | 13. Beauty 14. Name 15. History 16. Service 17. Advice 18. Captain 19. Awe 20. Cross 21. "You've made a big mistake" 22. Heroism 23. Gold 24. Echo | 25. Greed 26. Advance 27. Challenge 28. Adventure 29. Sentence 30. Treasure 31. North 32. Coat 33. Good and Evil 34. Sickness and Health |
And here's today's...
35. Lost
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
“Oh!” she whispered, a shiver running through her, the feeling so intense she couldn't think what to do. Well, no. She was supposed to protest. Accordingly, she drew her brows together as he took her finger from his mouth, the air chilling its dampness, his kiss briefly heating it again . She said sternly, “You are a dangerous man!” But even as she said it she could feel the corners of her mouth tilting up.
He looked at her impishly. “You knew that.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t help smiling, but she had to ask. “Are you going to ravish me?”
The impish look vanished, and he said, rather tartly, “No! Lord, Bill would cut out me liver. And if he didn’t your relatives would, when I get you home.”
“Oh,” she said again, and found that she was extremely disappointed.
“Provided these relatives exist," he went on. "You haven’t even told me your real name, Miss Smith.”
“It’s Carlisle,” she said, immediately.
“Of the Carlisles?”
“My grandmother is a cousin, so I am twice removed, but yes.”
He looked impressed. Or wary.
“That won’t make any difference, will it?” she asked, suddenly regretting her impulsive wish to be honest with him. “I mean…”
He smiled slowly. “You mean what?”
Her own smile returned, and she lifted her hand, her finger… and dared to run it feather light over his plump lower lip. “I’ve never felt anything like that,” she confessed, staring at his mouth.
He caught the finger, the hand, and held it warm in his own. He said, rather primly, “I should think not.”
A gurgle of laughter escaped her. “No, but will you not show me more?”
“Nell…”
She went on, quickly, lightly, though she would perish if he wouldn’t consent. “I daresay you have been with a great many women, handsome as you are, and a pirate besides, and you will know just how to go about it.”
He raised a brow, her flattery having missed the mark entirely. “Haven’t been with a great many virgins, however.”
There was no use in denial. Or was there? She considered.
But his eyes narrowed, and he bent close. “If you lie to me, there’ll be consequences.” And his lips brushed her cheek.
She shivered again. “Consequences?” She turned her face, her lips were nearly touching his. Nearly.
And then were. He was kissing her, slow and soft, tasting with a flick of tongue against her lower lip, breathing deep. And when she reached up once more, to caress his cheek, and his sparse, neat beard, and kissed back with equal care, she felt that shiver run though him, and his breath stuttered.
He broke it off, and stared. Silence reigned for one uncertain moment until, suddenly frightened that she'd ruined it, she whispered, "Did I do it wrong?"
He gave a kind of desperate laugh, and closed his eyes. Then opened them again. "Nell, you're going to be the death of me. But by God, I'll die a happy man."
TBC...
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:46 pm (UTC)We'll find out before long. :)
I'm so glad you like Nell, too! Thank you for commenting. More in the morning!
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Date: 2009-02-14 12:09 pm (UTC)Thanks for this story. Seems pretty quiet around the fandom these days and this has become a much anticipated and welcome addition to my day.
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Date: 2009-02-15 04:58 am (UTC)Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments. I really appreciate them!