.::Pirate Adventures::.

I Hate Your Scent

   "Fuck off, Porter." The tall brunette hissed, her eyes narrowing. The girl pursed her lips together as she tapped her heeled boot against the wooden deck below her, the calm breeze making her hair dance gracefully around her shoulders.

   "You enjoy making my life harder, don't you?" The male sighed as he finished tying his boots. "We are sharing a room because we are both captains, Charline." Porter tried to explain.

   "No, we are sharing a room because you," She jabbed a finger at his chest and hissed, "were a dumbass and lost your own goddamn ship." Porter grimaced and clicked his tongue before scowling at the small Captain. Porter, being at 6'4", was quite a bit taller then the 5'9" female captain. Isaiah grunted a bit as he stood up straight and repositioned 'his' hat on his head, which earned a growl from Charline.

  "When are you going to give that back, Captain Pickpocket?" She pouted while going on her tippy toes to try and steal her hat back.

   "Why would I do that? I like keeping trophies." The tall pirate snickered and held the hat above her head, getting cocky. With a grunt, Charline jumped up and tried to grab the hat. She grabbed something for sure, and yanked down hard.

   —Thump—

  "Ow...." Charline muttered as the back of her head pounded from the impact. She must've tripped and fell backwards... Charline opened her eyes and went to sit up when a low, smooth voice interrupted her thoughts.

   "Are you alright?" 

   Charline just realized the weight on her body... and where it was from. Porter looked down at her, his body ontop of hers, his hands on either side of her shoulders as he tried to lift himself off her.

  "I..." All words escaped her lips as her eyes widened at the male Captain, her soft lips slightly parted and her cheeks turning a rosey color. Isaiah noticed the sudden change in Charline's tone and raised an eyebrow.

  "Are you sure you're alright? Your cheeks are turning red." Porter put a cheek against her forehead, which caused Charline to let out a surprised squeak.

   "I'm sure, dammit! G-Get off of me! I hate your scent, it's overpowering." Her feisty manner soon returned as she tried to get the male off of her, knowing very well if he was to stay on her she'd succumb to her feelings... 

Isaiah raised an eyebrow, then all of a sudden understood what was going on. He smiled a soft smile as his eyelashes fluttered, his chocolate brown eyes locked with Charline's. 

  "I see." He spoke softly as he slowly leaned his head down, and seeing as how Charline didn't protest, pressed his lips against hers. It sent a sudden electric shock through both captains, sending chills down their spines. 

After a moment, Isaiah pulled away, breathing a little heavily as lust filled his eyes. Charline's cheeks were how bright red as she stared up at her soon-to-be-lover.

  "That... was out of line... sorry..." Porter cleared his throat and sat up, straddling  Charline's hips as he looked away, his cheeks reddening.

  "No... I..." Charline didn't want to lose what she felt, she... wanted more. Without thinking, she grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and yanked him back down to her, smashing her lips against his. Porter, surprised at the girl's sudden bold move, took a moment to kiss her back. The electric shock down their bodies returned, making Charline let out a muffled sound of enjoyment as she let her hand travel up to his hair and lightly grab a fistful. 

  "Mmm, you really like this, don't you?" Porter pulled away for a moment and let out a small chuckle, his brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of love, wonder, and lust. Charline narrowed her eyes at him, her heart pounding in her chest.

  "S-Shut up, Captain Dipshit." She grumbled as she lightly yanked his hair. Porter let out a low laugh.

  

"Harsh words for such a delicate looking woman... you wound me, Charline." He pretended to look hurt with his big, brown, puppy-dog eyes.

   "Captain Charline to you." She corrected as she looked to the side, trying to pretend nothing happened.

   "Strange. I don't hear you calling me Captain Isaiah. What makes you so special?" He whispered in her ear, his hot breath against her cheek. He placed his warm lips on her neck, earning a small gasp from the salty captain.

  "I..." Charline couldn't get herself to respond, her brain was shutting down, she was melting under his touch. God, he must be an angel, no man's touch could be this heavenly... with a defeated grunt, Charline pulled on Isaiah's hair again, trying to hurt him a little.

"Ahaha, you wound me..." Isaiah looked at her through half-lidded eyes as he let one hand travel down to her waist, his finger swirling around the belt buckle. He nibbled on her neck a little bit before sitting up. "I hear someone coming.... shame. I enjoy your company, Charline. We should do this more often."

  "S-Shut up." She grumbled, her entire face as red as a cranberry as she pushed him off of her and stood up, left the room.

Porter watched her leave with mischief in his eyes, licked his lips, a feather falling to the deck.

.::Author's note! These will be written for fun and for my own thIRSTY ASS. If you have any ideas for the captains lemme know! ;v; The writing, art, Charline, and Isaiah belong to me!::.