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Saucy Side: Pirate Booty (Kenna, Talia, Ambrosia, and Sally Version)
🕑 Added 2022-05-31 07:18:59 +0000 UTCMoments inspired by: https://www.patreon.com/posts/66987476
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Kenna – Parrot in a Crow’s Nest
Kenna’s favorite location on the ship is the crow’s nest. She kisses you there so deeply that your back leans over the edge of the rail; only her arms keep you from falling. You feel dizzy, exalted, and a touch nervous. It is, after all, a very long way down.
Antigone swoops down on rainbow wings, landing on your shoulder and her beak pecking at your ear. You and Kenna briefly break apart, gasping for breath.
“I love you,” the parrot whistles. “I love you!”
Kenna smiles softly. She’d hinted that she had a surprise planned, but you hadn’t anticipated her teaching Annie a new phrase. She reaches into his pocket and draws out a browned apple slice, which Annie delicately takes.
“I love you!” Annie squawks again. “So very-very much!”
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Talia – Due South
Most the crew has long since gone to bed, but as navigator, Talia uses the stars to chart the ship’s course. She wraps her arms around you, her head resting upon your shoulder. “So long we can both see the stars, we’ll always find our way back to each other,” she declares.
Back on land, you’re able to identify constellations, but out here the familiar patterns that you once memorized are lost amidst infinite lights. Night falls darker out at sea, so the stars compensate by blazing even brighter.
“I don’t recognize these stars,” you say.
“The trick is to find Polaris. Head towards the brightest star, and you’ll always be due north.” Her embrace tightens, her breath against your cheek hot compared to the chill night breeze. You shiver.
“And if I want to go south?”
Her hands glide down your torso, skimming past your stomach and hips. “That can be arranged,” she teases as you writhe beneath her touch. “After all, I love exploring.”
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Sally – Safe Harbor
Sally pretends that she’s not afraid of anything. It’s endearing, even if it makes you ache a little that she always feels the need to act strong. Pretenses always shatter during a storm, though.
A jagged blade of lightning strikes next to the mast, and Sally—fearless Sally—shrieks. There’s no time to comfort her, no space for reassurances as you and the rest of the crew hasten to escape the typhoon’s clutches.
Only when the pink light of dawn gleams over calm waves do you go in search of her. You find Sally near the stern, her fingers raw and red as she attempts to unknot the rope that anchors her to the ship’s rail. You place your hands over hers, and realize that she’s trembling.
“I thought we were about to die,” she whispers.
Her lips find yours; the rope falls forgotten onto the ship’s deck. You lick the salt off her skin, and she gasps, craning her neck to allow you better access. With every kiss and caress, you remind her that you’re both alive.
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Ambrosia – Clear the Deck
Any poet that claims a life at sea to be romantic has clearly never been aboard a ship. Below deck is cramped and so dark that some of your crewmates, despite being in possession of both eyes, wear patches to keep one eye in a permanent state of night vision. The main sleeping area offers no privacy, no doors to duck behind. Nevertheless, you and Ambrosia manage to do what pirates do best: steal. Kisses, in this case.
Ambrosia, the devil, makes a game of it, grabbing you when you’re least expecting. She presses you against the mast beneath the moonlight, her lips making you forget that you’re within view of the crow’s nest lookouts should they choose to glance down. She pulls you into the captain’s quarters, ordering you to keep quiet as she pushes you back onto the desk.
Your favorite stolen moment, however, comes when Ambrosia, frustrated by your lack of alone time together, orders the rest of the crew onto the deck. It needs to be cleaned, she claims, ignoring their knowing smirks. Quartermaster’s orders.
You and she remain below, and your shared hammock sways to the rhythm of the waves and her touch.
