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salty--dog:
I try.
Oh, that’s sweet. Sweet for you, of course, not so sure about his wife. I guess that just depends on how much she likes her husband.
I like it. Charming works on you, Pirate.
I think it was more of a let-me-make-it-up-to-you sort of thing. He went all-out. Dinner, flowers, the whole shebang.
salty--dog:
Oh, infinitely better now that you’re here!
When’d you get off work?
I was going to say the very same, you charmer, you.
Just a little bit ago. We closed shop early because it’s my boss’s anniversary and he wanted to surprise his wife.
salty--dog:
What a day…
Tell me about it. I thought I’d never get out of work. How’s your day been?
What greater burden, What more unconquerable revolt is there, Than that of a resurrected woman? Ripe with vengeance, I termite. Tomorrow, I will button my blouse with a dozen kitchen knives and Cast your dreamless skulls into the funeral soil. And that's just breakfast. I own my blood. What you borrowed, I will come back for. Write your name on a coffin nail then bind it in hair and wax. An ungentle ceremony for your ungentle hands. Oh Captive, my Captive, I have coined your suffering song, I've written you back into your hellish light. Let the drilling of the worms be your only sermon. The wasting of your flesh my salvage song.
Rachel McKibbens (from “Bruja’s Soliloquy”)
“So I hate to be that guy but you know, the weather has been the best you think three years on land would adjust a guy to the cold but…eh, not so much. Welcome back, summertime, right?”
“Jumpin’ jellyfish, I know! Every year I go into winter hoping I’ll hate the snow a little less, but every year I’m still just as disappointed. But this, I like.”
“Whatever inspiration strikes? So ya wouldn’t hesitate to tattoo a pink butterfly on me, or a unicorn? That’s what scares me,” he chuckled playfully. “Though the one on your leg is real nice,” he mused, letting his hand freely run down her leg, lifting it gently to pull her into him. His there arm found her middle back, pressing her against him. “You’re just up to try anything, aren’t ye, Red?” he smirked, his lips only a motion away from hers. “I ain’t scared of the needle, I’m scared of what you’ll to with it.”
“If you keep sassin’ me, then maybe,” Shelby teased with a sideways grin. “I drew it myself,” From memory, but that fact was better left omitted. “Listen, I’ve been as good as dead,” She shrugged. “But now I’ve got a second chance--I owe it to myself to try everything,” The topic was a sensitive one for her--it had always been and surely would always be. But, it was her hope that if she normalized it in conversation, then maybe she wouldn’t be so afraid of it anymore. “So what you’re saying is that it’s me you’re afraid of,” She smirked, looking up at him smugly. Shelby chuckled. “I already knew that.”
"You'd think," he mused, a crooked grin on his face as he steered into the open sea. His grin only stretched as she drew nearer. Jake could feel his muscles flexing slightly - though it was entirely not intentional. He knew he didn't have to impress Shelby, but that didn't mean he still didn't want to. "Let you tattoo me? And what would you tattoo on me, Red?" He played into her, finding her eyes as her fingers lightly trailed down his ribs. Jake felt his body tense at the name that rolled off her tongue like sweet acid. "Why'd the fuck'd he give you a tattoo gun?" Jake practically shot the question at her. He didn't get along with many of the pirates. "You'd have to talk me into it, if anything."
“I don’t know,” She asked, feeling his muscles tighten beneath her fingertips. She looked up at him with a playful grin. “Whatever inspiration strikes. Maybe a ship like the one on my leg,” But not just like the one on her thigh--oh no--that was a piece of body art born in hatred for a one Jolly Roger, whose captain was the very reason that Shelby was currently on board a pirate ship. The very reason she’d brought so many like this to their untimely final voyage. Shelby flinched slightly as Jake snapped. She had a feeling she should’ve expected that response, but somehow it still surprised her. “Because I told him that I thought being a tattoo artist would be cool,” She explained nonchalantly. Swarmy had always encouraged Shelby through every dumb, impulsive idea she had (some were better than others, but when it comes to a pirate’s sense of responsibility, the lines are a little blurred). “What? Are you scared of a little needle?” She teased, smirking up at him.
"Breaking my heart right in front of me, Red," he teased, softly chuckling with her. He was only partially joking. He had never been committed or faithful to anyone. Even with Shelby, he'd flirt with other girls, even hook up with them. He never denied his promiscuous nature - he was a pirate and it was expected, after all. But the thought of Shelby with another man boiled his blood. He knew she'd call him unreasonable, but he dreamed of having her just waiting at his beckon call, devoted to no one else but him. It was an impossible dream, but still a dream. Jake removed his wet shirt as they moved up into the breeze, preferring to take on the high seas as naturally as possible. He watched her move to the helm, unable to stop admiring her. "Aye, aye, Red," he replied, pulling away from the port and into the open water.
“That’s just what I do,” Shelby laughed. “I’d come to think you’d be gotten to it by now,” She smirked. Of course she and Jake knew the nature of their relationship--they were just there for the other when they needed each other. In whatever way that was (though, it was predominantly physical). But she liked that. It was one of the only things in her life that was honestly stable. Shelby watched the way Jake’s muscles moved as he took to steering them out of the port and couldn’t help herself but to admire it. “You know,” She said as she got a little closer and looked at his tattoos--many of which she was sure were done by artists in sketchy back rooms--even if they looked professional. “You should let me tattoo you,” She said, tracing down his ribs. “I have that gun that Swarmy gave me a few years back,” Shelby mentioned the old pirate quietly, unsure how Jake felt about him. Though, over the years, she wasn’t optimistic that the two would be friends. “I mean, only if you wanted.”
“You just like to do a lot of things, don’t you?” He said playfully, a slight smirk across his features. Jake stood tall, not shying away as she eyed him up and down, as he did with every girl. If she wanted to treat him like a piece of meat, then a fine steak he would be. He melted into her the second her lips were pressed hard against his own. For a moment, he thought he had convinced her that a night on her back was much more appealing. But after only a brief second, she pulled away, pouting her lips in that way that was so impossible to say no to. “Absolutely devastating,” he deadpanned. He pulled away, a crooked grin falling across his lips. “Let’s get sailing, Red,” he agreed, reluctantly pulling away and heading to the captain’s wheel.
“And a lot of people, too,” She added with a laugh. Shelby knew that Jake was spoiling her with all this attention, but she couldn’t help but to think of her younger self, the timid little nothing of a girl who narrowly avoided the judgmental stares of the high school girls who had tormented her for years. If only they could see her now, a woman that commanded attention without ever trying to. Who could bring a man to his knees with the bat of her eyelashes. The power, among other things, was addicting. “I know it is,” She laughed, following Jake as he headed to the upper deck. The sea breeze was welcoming against her now-heated skin as she made her way toward the helm. “Take us away, Captain!” She called into the air.
“Yeah, yeah, Siren, I know. Don’t needa brag,” he teased, a playful grin stretched widely across his face. His skin tangled at the sensation of her nails running across his back. It was calming. He almost didn’t want to put her down, enjoying the simple action. Jake laughed as he tried to imitate him. "I will strip down and fuck you senseless right now. I don’t like wasting my time,“ he offered with an even more smug smirk, leaning over her as if it was a challenge.
“I know I don’t need to,” Shelby mused, smirking at him. “I just like to,” She said with a shrug. At Jake’s words, Shelby eyed him up and down as if she were sizing him up (and didn’t already have him committed to memory). She pulled him in and kissed him hard--but only for a second. Shelby wanted nothing more than to tease Jake, especially because it was so easy for her. “Ahh, but you made a promise,” She pouted. “And if you broke that promise--” She shook her head. “That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”
“The fact that you spend time getting dressed at all when you could be with me is a damn waste of time,” he teased, chuckling along with her. “You heard me right, sugar puff. Seems you’ve gotten soft," he taunted her, making her hop on his shoulder a bit just for the joke of it. "Thanks babe. Gotta keep up with your hot ads,” he ginned as he boarded his boat. He carried her down to his bunk, laying her down on his bed with a wide smile. “Now lemme get changed, then we’ll ship out.”
“Don’t you forget that I could send you sailing off to death at a moment’s notice,” Shelby countered, wearing a smirk to display that she wasn’t serious. She ran her nails gently up and down his back as the smell of the ocean overwhelmed her nostrils. She felt herself relax a little, subconsciously, as they stepped on the boat. Shelby let out a loud sigh as Jake put her down on his bed. “The fact that you spend time getting dressed at all when you could be with me is a damn waste of time,” Shelby mimicked, using her best impression of Jake as a smug grin jumped across her face.
“You know I’m better than than sailing on a beautiful day,” he smirked, chuckling with her. Jake held her eyes, smiling as she stood him up from the bed and held his hands. There was a warm tightening in his chest at the sight of her smile. “I’m glad. So am I,” he admitted. “So come, let’s not waste more time,” he exclaimed, throwing Shelby over his shoulder again and hopping out the door. “Can’t let Princess Red ruin her heels, can I?” He teased, playfully tapping her back side and they made their way to his boat.
“Of course you are,” Shelby laughed. “Keep telling yourself that and maybe one day it will be true,” She teased, looking to Jake with a wide-open grin. “I wasn’t wasting time! This was, like, the fastest I’ve ever gotten ready!” She defending, laughing wildly as Jake put her over his shoulder again. “Princess?” Shelby repeated with a scoff. “Oh please,” She chuckled. Shelby let herself lay limp over Jake’s shoulder for a minute before leaning her arms against his back and flipping her hair out of her face. “You have a good butt,” She giggled.
Jake laid on the bed, waiting for her to get ready as he actively resisted pulling her down on the mattress with him. It didn’t help when she declared herself ready, his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. He rubbed his jaw, trying to not let it drop to floor. “Thank god I’m already wet,” he laughed. “Come on, I gotta get changed on the boat. Let’s get going.”
Shelby smirked at Jake and gently shrugged her shoulders. Whenever she felt down, she knew Jake could make her feel better--too feel sexy. “Smooth, Teach,” She chuckled, walking toward the bed and taking Jake’s hands. Gently, she tugged him up. “I’m really excited,” She said gently as a grin started to take over her face.
“Anything for you, babe,” he hummed against her skin, never even hesitating. He kissed along her neck and shoulder, wishing he could have her now and then. He chuckled with her at her response. “Alright, okay, okay,” he agreed, reluctantly stepping back. “Get yourself dressed and let’s head out.”
Shelby smiled softly, chuckling a little in response. Her eyes fluttered shut as Jake kissed her skin and, for a moment, caused Shelby to rethink her desire to go right away in favor of keeping him close. But, there were things on the island she wanted to do, and if she was there longer than early morning, Jackson would have a field day. So she slipped into something revealing and put on her heels before getting in the mirror and deciding that her makeup was fine. “Okay,” She grinned. “Let’s go!”
“Yeah, babe. Well, gimme a time and place and I’ll teach you any time,” he promised. “But don’t worry about anyone ganging up on you, I’ll be there to kill ‘em if they ever try,” he winked, sweetly kissing her cheek. Jake couldn’t help but grin as he pulled her closer to him. He gently moved her arm, knowing exactly what she was covering. He let his hand move softly across it, loving it and every part of her. “What'dya wanna do love?”
“Thank you,” She murmured. Shelby did appreciate it, after all. And she knew that Jake was coming from a good place. More to that, Shelby couldn’t think of a reason why she wouldn’t want to shoot a gun. She relaxed into his embrace and sighed quietly. As Jake moved his hand over her scar, Shelby shut her eyes and bit her lip. She was sure that she’d never get used to the feeling of it. “I want to go home,” She said with a small chuckle.
“Right, right,” he brushed off, it was kind of a stupid question. “Well if you ever wanna learn to shoot, just for the hell of it, I’ll teach ya. Never know when it’ll come in handy,” he offered. Jake chuckled as she squirmed out of his arms and into her room, instantly stripping herself down. He bit the inside of his lip, blindly following her. He held her hips as she stood in front of her closet, kissing her neck as he remembered her skin. “You're fucking irresistible, Red.”
“I would really like that,” Shelby nodding. “It might come in handy one day if I’m getting ganged up on,” The possibility of a pirate coming after her was something that, admittedly, haunted her dreams. And often. Perhaps it was because of the traumas of her early teen years, or just because the likelihood of a pirate attack on sirens was always high. Shelby gave a low chuckle as her arm instinctively went to cover the vicious scar on her stomach. Her other hand reached up to run her fingers through his hair. “No tricks,” Shelby murmured.
“What can I say, a pirate’s gotta do something right,” he chuckled, though he genuinely appreciated the compliment. Even if he’d never say it. “How are you for a shot, Red?” he asked, curious. He grinned as she teased him to pick up the pace. Instead of being a stick in the mud, he bolted towards her, playing picking her up bridal style and twirling her around. “Let’s hurry up, Shelb,” With a final smirk, he threw her over his shoulder and marched to her room.
“I don’t know,” Shelby shrugged. “I usually didn’t worry about shooting a gun, you know, because of the whole Siren thing,” She explained. When Shelby became a siren, she found her body equipped with more strength than she knew what to do with (more than she even knew she had). As he picked her up, Shelby let out an excited squeal. “Jumpin’ jellyfish!” She exclaimed as Jake carried her. Once she was outside her door, she squirmed out of Jake’s arms and opened the door. Barely inside, Shelby already began to strip out of her wet things and go to her closet to look for something dry.
