#gwenmarsh

[celinedahl-blog]

Crowe, Ava, Gwen

Fuck: Crowe. What can I say? For a rigger, that guy is one tall glass of water, I’ll tell you. Besides, it’s not like he’s one of my crew members at all, so he’s fair game.

Marry: Ava. If I had to spend my life tied down to any individual person while not actively debating whether or not to toss them overboard, it would have to be her. 

Get Drunk With: Gwen. I have a good feeling that this girl doesn’t get out very often. One could even sat she’s a little wet behind the ears. A such, it’s only right that she get to experience one of the finer points of human culture - getting drunk off your ass.

[eliijahgrace-blog]

Smooch~!

Gwen had grown to become a good friend to Alexander in the last handful of weeks, which was really saying something, considering Elijah didn’t consider himself to be close with very many people at all these days. But somehow, she’d slipped under his skin, and it seemed as though she was perfectly content to burrow there for the time being. Currently, Elijah and Gwen found themselves seated at the counter of the Captain’s Quarters, during which Gwen was drinking a rather fruity alcoholic beverage and Elijah was still attempting (and failing) to talk her into some beer. He had just finished explaining that draft beer was anything you’d get at a store or elsewhere, but she still seemed bound and determined to write him off.

"I still think you’re crazy," she said with a giggle, smirking slightly before lifting her own glass to her lips and taking a tentative sip. Rather impulsively, Elijah found himself wishing he could smack the beverage out of her hand and slap a giant pint of beer down in front of her instead. He could be rather pigheaded when people didn’t see things his way, after all.

"And I still think your tastebuds are defective,” Elijah teased, nudging Gwen and taking a hearty gulp of his beer. They were both fairly intoxicated by now, but the room hadn’t started spinning yet, so Elijah knew he couldn’t be that far gone. It was when he was finishing up with his drink that Gwen did something completely repulsive and out of the ordinary: she leaned over, puckered her lips, and pressed a very warm, very wet, very sloppy kiss right along Elijah’s bobbing Adam’s apple. Shocked, the young man nearly spilled his alcohol everywhere, sputtering and turning to face Gwen with a shocked look encompassing his features.

"Good God, Red, you nearly killed me!"

"Maybe that was the point, Grace,” Gwen said cheekily, winking at Elijah and grinning ear-to-ear before taking another sip from her glass. “Always expect the unexpected.”

[kingchristianbennet-blog]

Smooch~!

Gwen Marsh had always been a bit of a firecracker, but in more recent weeks, the redhead mermaid seemed to have warmed up to Christian a great deal…a fact that put the King’s mind at ease, if he was being completely honest. In fact, she seemed so comfortable around the elder man now that Christian himself felt at ease around her; she would talk to him more frequently when she wasn’t busy working, would occasionally come to court per his request and would keep him company along with the rest of his noble subjects, and tended to speak more civilly with him than he had thought a human-loathing mermaid capable of doing. Whether it was a change of heart on her behalf or the knowledge that Christian in general wasn’t much of a threat to her species and livelihood, the young King didn’t know. 

Regardless, though, he was glad. He liked having friends…especially in such a time of distress.

"Thank you for another wonderful evening, your majesty," Gwen commented one evening, dipping her head and giving Christian a slight curtsy, per protocol when addressing royalty. He nodded and smiled kindly in return, leaning forward to give his new friend a friendly hug, when Gwen turned and pressed her lips against his neck. The touch was swift and quick, almost too fast for Christian to process, but by the time they’d both disentangled themselves from one another, Christian’s features had managed to scrunch themselves up into bemusement.

"My apologies, your majesty," she managed with a slight stutter, a small blush blossoming on her fair cheeks. "I thought that…I thought that was the protocol on land. One of the servants told me…"

"No worries, Gwen," Christian said with a laugh, grinning and resting a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe it can be a new tradition among humans.”

[alexxanderbarrett-blog]

Smooch~! (I couldn't resist, I'm sorry! (sort of))

"Surely this has to be some sort of mistake," Gwen asked breathlessly, to which Alexander merely quirked a brow humorously in her direction. It was a mistake, truly, but the redhead didn’t have to know that. Not just yet. He circled her, his eyes dark and hungry, and suppressed the urge to grin and smirk as Gwen looked at him with wide and uncertain eyes. She still didn’t have the faintest clue of what he was or what he could do…and that made the thrill of the chase that much more interesting. He wanted to shove her down onto the ground and pin her in place; he wanted to make her think he was going to fuck the life out of her as she surely desired, only to rip her hopes and aching desire away from her by handcuffing her to the nearest wall. He wanted to deceive this mermaid as her species had deceived an entire nation, and he wanted to bring her crumbling down to her false legs right here and now.

"No mistake, Big Red," he cooed in that low, gruff voice of his. His fingers threaded in her hair, feeling the coppery silk beneath his skin and tangling the bright bursts of fire-colored hair within his hands. She seemed to melt into his embrace after this, her hands tentatively curling around his shoulders, and it was with a very hesitant sort of movement that Gwen reached forward and pressed her lips against the flesh of his neck. Abhorred by the thought of a mermaid touching him and repulsed enough to nearly tear himself away from her in shock, Alexander permitted the intimate touch for just a moment more before sliding his hand down to the press between their bodies, closing his fingers around her wrist and tightening his grip in her hair.

"…No mistake for me, at least," Alexander growled finally, and then he was yanking back on her hair and lifting the wrist he had enclosed in his fist up, locking it into place with the handcuff he had dangling just above her head. Tightening the locks into place, he sneered at her, leaned forward, and whispered into her ear:

"I don’t fuck beasts, Big Red. Checkmate.”

[celinedahl-blog]

Smooch~!

"…And that is precisely how you get him in bed." Celine finished her explanation, studying her newest pupil with thinly veiled interest as the young woman’s brows furrowed together. The request had been one of the stranger ones that she had received, but the Pirate Lord had to admit that it had been a fun one. She had to admit that it was a fine compliment to have been approached on matters of intimacy, of which she thought herself to be an expert of, and when she heard of Gwen’s woes with one particular man in her life, Celine just knew that she had to lend a hand to the poor girl.

"Are you sure this isn’t too, um…forward?" The red-haired beauty looked just about ready to combust into flames with how embarrassed she was with this harmless chatter. The older woman thought it to be endearing in its own way, even if it was a little too timid for her liking. 

The blonde shook her head knowingly, knocking back another swig of the wine she had been sharing with the other woman. “Oh, not at all. You play your part perfectly and I guarantee that he’ll be putty in your hands.” She promised, passing the bottle over with a catty grin. “Of course, if you happen to be concerned, I would be more than happy to offer myself as a practice partner.”

Celine saw Gwen pause mid-drink, the gears in her head turning with uncertainly. The younger woman then squared her shoulders, set the bottle down and nodded. “A-All right. Yes, let’s do it!” With a burst of vigor, she turned to face the pirate. Her hands were clumsy, unsure of themselves as they moved along the other woman’s body. She leaned forward, placing a clumsy, drunken kiss on her neck before changing her mind and jerking away, head in her hands. “Oh God, I can’t do this! There’s absolutely no way-“

A finger silenced the flustered woman before she got into a tizzy. “Relax. We can work with this.” Celine’s grin widened, devious and predatory as she leaned closer to Gwen. The more she advanced, the more the woman retreated until the former was practically straddling her. The female pirate leaned in closer, until their wine-soaked breath intermingled with one another.  ”All you need is someone to show you how it’s done properly, my dear.” She traced the woman’s flushed cheek, tilting her head up to give the pirate better access to the delicate skin of her neck.

"Here, let me show you how it’s done, love."