still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
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still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
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still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
Zelda’s mind raced, searching for reasons to stop this and behave like she knew she ought to. But it had been so long and this was Blake and the idea that it might ruin their friendship wasn’t enough reason to stop in her alcohol fuzzed mind. Her breath hitched when his hand went higher, shifting her hips forward a little while she pressed soft kisses along his jaw, hand finding the nape of his neck. She couldn’t help feeling the need to be good at this, to impress him, but she didn’t have a wide range of experience to help much.
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still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
Zelda almost froze when he kissed her, everything had moved so fast she felt like she needed ten minute breaks just to catch her thoughts. Or her breath. The hand on her leg brought her back and she opened her mouth to him, tentatively returning the kiss as her fingers went to rest on the side of his jaw. It was all gentle and uncertain, but she wanted it. Every part of her body told her that this was right. With her free hand she set aside the nearly empty bottle of wine and then placed her hand on his chest, fingers scrunching up and gripping his shirt.
Blake was, well, almost relieved that she kissed him back, a blind panic gripping him as entered the unknown with the kiss. He should’ve known that it was alright; this was Zelda he was with, not some porcelain goddess with painted on lips. This was warm and soft and very much real Zelda. He wondered for a moment why they’d never gotten together before; had they always just been disinterested in exploring that sort of relationship? His mind started drawing blanks after a moment, and he lost himself in kissing her, his hand slowly inching further up her leg, further up her dress, until his fingers were strumming along the elastic in her knickers.
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“Hm, good answer,” She responded with a smug laugh. There was a silent panic that Shelby felt any time she let someone new touch her over her stomach. Of what she was afraid, exactly, she had never quite figured out. But just as quickly as it came, as always, it died just as quick. There was only the exciting anticipation of learning the feeling of someone new pressed against her. Learning the feeling of new lips on her neck and new hands sliding up her thighs. “You’re biting off more than you can chew, lover boy,” Shelby said, making a chuckle that sounded like more of a purring sound as Blake touched and kissed her more. “But I’d like to see you try,” She challenged before her breath hitched at his touch.
“Am I, Red?” Blake mumbled against her skin, hands wandering carelessly. “Maybe I’ll just swallow you whole, then.” He added, promptly spinning her around to face him. “How’s about we break open that ‘bag of tricks’ of yours, first?” the pirate suggested, eyes moving pointedly to the drugs before locking back with her almond eyes.
still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
She didn’t notice Blake move closer, but she did feel his hand on her leg and stared at it blankly. There was something in the simple move that left her uncertain of what to do. He’d never had this effect on her before, and she blamed it on the alcohol and her change. The options ran through her mind, push him away and stick to her new found morals or tell him the truth. She took the bottle from her legs and shook her head slowly. “No.” Zelda said softly, finally opened her eyes to look at him and feeling weaker the second she did.
His actions hung on her answer, and he waited patiently, (well, patient for a Hook), for her to speak. At the monosyllabic response, he felt a smile start at the edges of his mouth. When Zelda looked up, he reached forward, cupping a hand around her face, and pulled himself into her, kissing her warmly on the mouth. The hand on her leg squeezed gently, fingers feeling like they’d been set ablaze over the bit of skin above her knee.
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still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
Zelda kept her eyes down, but drank when he asked her the question. She forced her eyes shut and set the bottle between her thighs. Her hands went nervously together and she tried to ignore the hope (?) that seemed to be coming from Blake. It didn’t make sense, it was only lack of women fantasies on long ship rides so this, this made no sense. She tapped a tune on the neck of the bottle and hummed just to break the silence that felt like it had been dragging. “I don’t know. I didn’t rule anyone out because of a new school.” She finally mumbled, tipsily tripping over words and blushing furiously at the entire topic.
Blake’s eyes flickered around her face, trying to read her before she answered him. He wanted her more than anything in the moment, but that was partly just the way he was. Saying anything to get people to give him what he wanted. At her words, he moved a little closer, watching the blush painting itself across her face. She seemed so changed from the last time he’d known her; Zelda had always been a spitfire, always speaking her mind and being the very portrait of confidence. And here she was, blushing away like a little maiden. Both images of her ignited something in Blake; he didn’t even think as his hand moved to her thigh, resting gently on the hem of her pink dress. “Didn’t rule me out, then?”
“I’ve got eyes,” She agreed with a small giggle before setting her flask to her lips. He was handsome, however, and terribly so. She didn’t want to admit that she could get herself lost in blue eyes like those. Because that’d give him a leg up on her and the last thing Shelby Crabb did was let someone have the upper hand on her. “Yes. Some long and rough rigorous exercise,” She returned, her full lips set in a smirk as she looked over her shoulder and up at Blake. Of the warmth of Blake’s hands on her ribs, Shelby was careful and cautious. She always was when the lights were on, always aware of the puckered, pink scar that nearly cut her in half. She wasn’t so much ashamed of it (in fact, it felt sort of empowering), she just knew it wasn’t exactly attractive. “I’m sure we could,” She let out a small, throaty chuckle at Blake’s proposition. “If I don’t wear you out sooner,” She added smugly, her eyes shutting as Blake’s lips moved over a particular place on her neck.
“With a girl like you?” Blake started, breathing heavily on her more exposed neck. “Don’t think I’d mind that,” he grinned, pressing his teeth gently against her skin. He wanted the drugs, but in the moment, he wanted to see how far she’d let him get. The hand on her rib slowly moved down to the front of her body, his fingers hooking between her legs over the fabric of her clothes. He pressed himself harder against her, practically molding his body to hers. “But I’d like to see you try,” he murmured against her skin, tongue flicking out gingerly as he kissed her neck once more.
you’re totally entertained that i am absolutely bored || blake & jenna
“I guess I could give it another try” Jenna said taking breath before trying to smoke again. Once she did she started to cough again. “Yep not something I can get use to” she said handing the cigarette back to Blake. “I like listening to stories and meeting new people and finding out more about Neverland. I guess the first two do seem kind of kiddish” Jenna said with a shrug.
Blake watched her with a mild amount of satisfaction when she took another drag, but frowned when she handed it back to him. “Alright,” he replied stiffly, taking both cigs between his fingers and smoking them at the same time. He shuddered internally at the thought that he must have looked so like his father, minus the long stemmed cigarette holder. Blake was amused at her words, and frowned with a small smile playing about his lips at her words. “Not kiddish at all, love. I think storytelling and meeting new people are timeless. I mean, I could never have enough stories, or meet enough people, and I’m eight hundred years old.” He liked to play the age card quite a bit, though there was something in the Neverland that stunted him at eighteen. Sure, he’d lived to be eight hundred and twenty, but what did that even mean if he was still the same as he was when he was eighteen? “What do you want to know about Neverland, then? If you’re looking for an expert,” Blake subtly motioned to himself.
“If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working,” Shelby countered with a laugh. She knew that she’d seen way more than her innocent-looking face let on, but she didn’t mind holding that in. “Besides, isn’t it always the case that the big handsome guy dies first? That’s usually how it works in the movies I’ve seen,” She teased, grinning crookedly back at him. “And I think you’re majorly underestimating me, but I’ll take the compliment anyway,” Shelby laughed, sliding her way back inside and sliding the glass door shut behind her. She trotted back toward her bag and flipped it upside-down onto the bed. In it were the essentials–make-up, some crumpled-up bills, a condom (a couple of them, actually), a bronze flask (fill to the brim) and a small, clear bag full of some of the purest cocaine Shelby had come across. “Bag of tricks,” She explained with a laugh, waving her hand over it as if it were on display of a game show.
Blake pulled a face and then nodded. “Alright, you’ve got a point. I am pretty handsome,” he grinned, puffing out his chest a bit before laughing. “I guess we’ll just have to prepare ourselves for a fight. Maybe some rigorous exercise,” he added, cocking a brow. He sauntered over to the bed to see the goods, standing closer to her than necessary, taking a swig off of the rum. “Ah, looks like we’ve got everything we need. Could stay up in this hotel room for a couple days, methinks,” he grinned. He then promptly leaned down and kissed her neck from where he stood behind her, free hand grasping at her ribs; Blake pressed himself firmly against her back, peppering rough, eager kisses on her soft skin.
still you call me from the moon, every single afternoon || blake & zelda
Zelda laughed sheepishly, shaking her head in denial. “It’s just something people say. Like when my dad would say things, its just because he’s my dad. And you’re my friend so,” She shrugged like it was an explanation for everything. Her head tipped to the side and she drank again nervously, and realised that she felt warm all over. The wine must have been kicking in, especially since she hadn’t had one in so long. At least she hoped it was the wine, not his words. It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t thought about him like that too, he was one of (if not the only) decent guy that had been on the Roger, and it was strange it had never happened before. “Yeah, makes sense” She breathed out, pressing her lips together and looking down at her feet. At his reminder she forced a smile, she was doing terribly at keeping to her new found rules. “I don’t know.” She mumbled, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
Blake shook his head, ready to start a heated argument about her beauty. He didn’t know how to break it to her that she actually was a hot piece of ass without being too crude. Part of him wanted to just take her right there in the woods and show her how attractive he thought her, but he thought it might be a bit premature in their get together. He sat up when she said she didn’t know. “So, what? You mean a pirate like me still has got a chance with you?” Blake asked, his tone a little overeager.