1. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    His frame bounced in a content hum and a wider grin, felt the words and the peculiar little touches. Even the mess— Aye, captain, can do. And he damn well would. “ Maybe. “ He added wistfully, holding her tighter in tune. Melting into it, head turning to press lips to her cheek. Hovered them...
  2. Jens

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    How — as you are and have been. “ Thrice over I think. “ He started, hazarding an honest answer despite her tone. Levity and the kind of things people asked as clever counters, without wanting to know. Not really. “ A beautiful ghost, all the way over there, at the pier. Curious as a wisp...
  3. Jens

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    He didn’t believe one word of it. Or was there truly a way to become numb to it, for all the silver that shimmered from earlier wounds. Those little marks on the arms, ridges just about felt beneath the fingers and the tongue when he’d touched her. He wouldn’t ask, just press his chin to her...
  4. Jens

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    Yeah, I wanted to fuck you too. So bad. He held the laugh in, but the tone of it was in the huff and the bounce of his stomach as he held her a little tighter in means of understanding and apology. Adoring her for the bit that’d wanted and burned, like he had, genuinely. That ship had sailed...
  5. Jens

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    They staid that way. He felt her naked skin with a stroke down the curve of her spine, the light press to be closer. It was probably a mistake, for the residual throb in his nethers that yet remembered what it wanted, but he’d fought it before. He had to figure that it was all better this way...
  6. Jens

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    His touch slipped away as she came down, level to level. Closer but truly apart for the first time in minutes, not touching, just looking. She did it openly and the worst voice that lived in him whispered for him to wilt and to turn away from the light. He may have had, out of some flinch or...
  7. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He hadn’t expected her to touch him, to be so tender, but she was. It meant things that twisted the heart, made it uneasy for the depth, for how it should’ve tugged at something important. Peace? A reminder? A stone disturbing the waves at sea. What she said was amusingly poignant, almost to...
  8. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Something like defeat was upon him as he retreated from the heat of her, but he didn’t let it show. Endured instead, stern defiance in his look that kept to her eyes the entire time she unshrouded him, fabric of home and comfort slipping to the floor. The crest running the top of his skull staid...
  9. Jens

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    She applied the pressure he’d invited her to with such vigour it pried a moan out of him, half agony half pleasure. For the weight and the shifts he could feel the throb of his nethers just for how furious it was, blood surging. The hard of the heel only encouraged it, his face soliciting and...
  10. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    A quieter one, her. And he may have felt self-conscious for it, like he’d finally failed her when it mattered most, had the body he toiled upon not twitched as hers did. Where his tongue and lips weren’t, his fingers caressed and stroked in vague circles, pressing against the harder parts within...
  11. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    He wouldn’t fight the invitation, gazing up at her in deadpan surrender. She was terribly attractive, and he imagined she was saying attractive things, the right things, but he failed to feel anything but a strange lurch in his chest. All? What remains, you mean. Some old version of him may...
  12. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    She was— trying at the parts he preferred to forget about. Ignored, as everyone save for children and some suspecting employer pretended to do, even if their notice was just all the clearer in how they forced their eyes to look at anything else. Or away altogether, for fear of being caught...
  13. Jens

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    He met the hand exploring his body as she had the kiss, leaning into it. She spoke of ruin so certain he hadn’t but to conclude she’d partaken in it many a time before — caused it, dealt it, kept walking into it, just watched it happen. Something about the way even her tail seized him, tender...
  14. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Softest touches, the flow of water over a parched, stonewashed deck. A content breath blew out through his nose, deep from within the chest and warm for it. He narrowed his eye at the warning and the wound, undeterred, hand reaching to cradle her wrist. “ We are not careful people, you and me...
  15. Jens

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    For a moment — plenty, then? He hummed a laugh at the vagueness of it, watching her slip out of her dress. Was she rushing? The heavy grey of his wadmal coat fell to the floor in a frump, disturbing the dust. “ Left wall — “ He acknowledged without looking, having an eye for only one thing at...
  16. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    They didn’t walk long, but it was enough for him to feel the determined silence betwixt and reflect what in the Hells he was doing right about now. The other goings on kept going on, just about acknowledging with curious glances. The music picked up and two burst to song, a quick curse erupting...
  17. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    It must’ve been the pleasant little buzz of alcohol that’d allowed him to not flinch when she seized him by the coat. Eye languid, staring down at her with what was nothing short of an invitation. Come closer. She didn’t, but neither did she move away so to speak. Stood up, but beckoned. And...
  18. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    It was warmer in the thick of it. Though the tune yet flowed relatively slow, he had the feeling there’d be a point at which the coat would have to come off. Lest an old man keel over from heatstroke. He held on, if lightly as one would something fragile, and eyed the man’s movements curiously...
  19. Jens

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    “ I do love a good word. “ He responded outright, stare flitting off to where the rest of the party had took up a dance. Delilah was doing one of the lively jigs she’d practiced in many a deck and brig before, tails of her wintercoat snapping with every kick. It was easy to smile at the sight of...
  20. Jens

    Open That other Horizon

    Oh, shit. He hadn’t a clue what they were talking about, anymore, but the way she’d sidled closer gave him ideas. Comfortable ones, more hot than warm. Correcting or asking her of what it’d been too long, for he knew what himself had meant, was out of the question. They could play, yet. He...
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