Full Sail [Closed] - Printable Version

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RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-29-2017

It wasn’t long after Julianna’s retiring to bed that a slow trickle of the family began towards their own. Owen and his brothers were last to bed, as per their usual. They played cards, talked, and drank late into the night.

When it was time for Owen to go to bed, the sailor drunk on the very liquor their guest had brought for him found himself not at his own bedroom door, but hers. Owen had no interest in laying in his own bed alone. Not when a beautiful queen had traveled across an ocean to see him. Such grand notions of her affection for him were easier to entertain when he had a little to drink.

He knocked lightly on the door to announce his entrance before he slipped inside the dark room.

“Julianna?” He asked as he sidled through the small opening he’d made. “May I come in?” He asked gently though his voice was full of a kind of mischievousness that gave away his intentions.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-30-2017

Even though sleep had almost claimed her as she sat near the fireplace and socialized, now that she was tucked away in a cozy bed, Julianna was having difficulty falling asleep. It was the cold. Despite the pile of blankets up to her chin, she still shivered. So unaccustomed to the freezing temperatures of Eskra, she curled into a ball and cocooned herself tighter in the nest of knitted afghans.

Ears twitched to the knocking, and she sat up. Julianna held the blankets tight against her chest. The gesture wasn’t for modesty - she was still clothed - but to keep the warmth. A small table lamp illuminated Owen slipping into the room. Ears perked to attention. Tail, hidden in the bed, tapped a happy rhythm at the sight of him. “Of course,” she permitted, even though it was unnecessary. They both had known she was going to let him in.

Scooting over in the bed she made space for him, because she fully expected him to join her. “How was the rum?” She inquired playfully. Her giggles were shaky with the accompaniment of shivers.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-06-2018

When Owen entered the room, he found Julianna in bed hugging a pile of blankets to her chest. She looked so cozy. Her hair was slightly mussed from laying in bed and that only added to the effect. The endearing way she looked that made him feel immediately protective of her.

Owen pulled back the covers at the spot she made for him when she scooted over and he climbed into bed next to her. “It was good.” He laughed as he snuggled down into the bed next to her. “Maybe too good. To be honest, I’m a bit drunk. A bit.”

Owen flopped back onto the pillows, “And you look freezing.” He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I don’t understand how you could be cold with all these blankets and this sweater.” He plucked at the collar of the sweater she wore and the action revealed just a peak at the dusting of freckles on her shoulder. He thought about what a shame it was to hide those freckles under the sweater, even if she did look cute in it.

"Did you have fun?" He asked as his hand moved to pet her hair, to encourage her to settle against him and make herself comfortable. "My family can be exhausting."

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 01-07-2018

Julianna giggled quietly as he admitted to an intoxicated state. He began to arrange her, the same as he had when they’d cuddled earlier, and she let him. She was cold and she wanted to be close to him, therefore she had no reason to protest.

“Because it’s cold,” she defended, curling up beside him. She cuddled under his arm and draped one leg over his. One arm crossed over his stomach and she nuzzled her face against his chest. Her ears fell off either side of her head as to not bother him. “I don’t know if you remember, but I am from a very tropical island. It doesn’t get cold. And it certainly doesn’t snow.”

She nodded against his chest. “I’ve had a wonderful time.” Her answer vibrated with the purrs that he had drummed up by petting her. She had gone from tired, to restless, to fully alert. Hyper aware of his body, warm and solid next to hers, of his hand in her hair, of her head against his chest. She swallowed reflexively as the pace of her heartbeat picked up in her hears. “I don’t think they are exhausting. Everyone is so fun and kind, except…” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip and wondering if she should say more. If she wanted to say more on a subject that could potentially ruin this nice moment between them.

“Sophia doesn’t seem to like me.”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-17-2018

Owen hummed skeptical, but playful, sounding ‘mmms’ at her defense of still being cold despite being all bundled up.

They had gotten all settled together, but the name Sophia, made him sit up a little bit. He pushed himself up on his elbow and turned to the side to face her. He didn’t push her off of him. The move had really tangled them together more and put them face to face.

“Don’t worry about her.” He said with convincing sincerity. “Sophia is…” His eyes rolled upwards, “...the distant past.” That sounded vague. “She’s my ex.” He said quickly to get the truth out there. He wasn’t sure what his family might have told her if anything. “I don’t know why my mother invited her here. She should have known better.”

Owen’s face was so close to hers that he moved forward just a bit to brush his mouth against hers. “I don’t care about her.” He said in a way that implied that the woman he cared about was laying in bed with him just then. A lopsided smile spread over his lips.

“Well, anyways,” he said to change the subject as if everything had been settled. “You look fetching in oversized sweaters. But I think those dresses you wore suit you better. It’s a shame -” he pulled back the collar of her sweater stretching it to see the freckles decorating her shoulder again, “-to hide these.” He sank more on top of her as he pressed a kiss to the freckled skin he had revealed.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 03-18-2018

Julianna rolled her eyes upwards to look at him as he put his face above hers. He was close enough to kiss, just like he had been earlier when they’d cuddled before being interrupted by Sophia. He was warm and he smelled like laundry soap and spiced rum and she just wanted to bury herself against him, but she knew it would be foolish to behave as if Sophia wasn’t - or wouldn’t be - a problem. Her ears twitched, brushing against the pillow as he tried to be vague, which wasn’t a great start to the conversation in her opinion.

It had been easy for her to tell that Sophia was an ex-girlfriend, but it was better to hear him admit it. “Maybe your mother likes her,” Julianna suggested, just before his lips caressed over hers. She tried not to be so easily swayed by his affection with this issue weighing on her mind. Though Ishara had shown her nothing by kindness it was impossible for her to ignore the possibility that the matron already preferred one of the women for her son. Even if he already had her blushing with his words and that crooked smile.

Owen didn’t seem keen on further discussing the Sophia matter. Julianna decided she would let it rest for now, but would keep her guard up in the coming days of her visit because it didn’t appear that Sophia considered herself ‘the distant past.’ Simultaneous to this promise to be careful that she was making herself he was talking to her in that low voice that made her mind go blissfully blank. He kissed her shoulder and her breath caught, as she was reminded of the night that had spent together on the Lanoria and the almost that had happened between them. Her hand moved so the back of his neck, encouraging the direction he had taken. There was something arousing in the weight of his body on hers, and suddenly the sweater and leggings she had been so fond of felt like potential obstacles. “I guess you’ll just have to take my sweater off,” she managed to to say, the words sounding more like a pleased sigh. She was fed up with the almosts

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 05-20-2018

Owen was smiling against her shoulder as she greenlighted what essentially was his plan for the evening. That being, undressing her. “I suppose I will.” Owen said as he pulled her body upright until she was almost sitting and he still straddling her lower half. His hands deftly slipped under the hem of her sweater and he pulled upwards bringing her arms with the material until he had stripped it from her body.

He tossed the sweater over the side of the bed unceremoniously as he took in her half undressed body. He kissed her hungrily with an open mouth as his hands cupped her breasts. He shoved her back against the bed and came crashing on top of her. The mattress squeaked under them and the headboard knocked once against the wall.

He had a moment or two more to enjoy ravishing the foreign queen before something knocked loudly against the east wall of the bedroom. He drew his mouth away from Julianna’s for a brief glance at the wall to confirm he’d heard what he’d heard. There was silence in the room except for their own heavy breaths. He took that as confirmation of paranoia and turned to press his mouth back onto Julianna’s when another bang sounded against the east wall. Nope. It was what he thought it was.

Victoria.

“Victoria.” He growled under his breath in explanation. He sighed in frustration and dropped his head into the curve of Julianna’s neck. “Of course.”

A third bang sounded against the wall. She was making sure her point was heard. That...she was hearing their activities and clearly didn't condone it.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 03-09-2019

Owen wasted no time pulling her upwards. She gasped and giggled as his did so. All those dark curls tousled as he lifted that sweater over her head. Nothing between them now. Cold air rushed her and drew goosebumps and her skin, but she didn't care as much as she would have before. She pushed her hair away from her face just in time for his mouth to meet hers. Julianna was smiling against his mouth until his hands found her chest. Large and warm and able to cup one of her breasts in each palm.

Julianna had fantasized about this moment with him, but her inexperience kept her from being so bold. That did not keep her hands from finding the edge of his own shirt and slipping beneath to feel the muscled planes of his torso. Fingers pressed into his sides as he kissed everywhere he could reach. Her breath came and went in heavy pants. He kissed her mouth, then her chin, the hollow of her throat, a collar bone. Lower still, he kissed the soft mound of her breast and she trembled in anticipation.

Then, there was the noise. Her ears shifted against the pillow. Julianna stared up at Owen, who stared at the wall. Nothing happened for a few moments, but then there was another, more obvious protesting bang against the wall.

"Victoria?" She cocked her head, brow furrowing. Realization dawned on her, and she suddenly looked meek and embarrassed. As if they had actually been caught. "Oh. Victoria."

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 06-04-2019

“There is no privacy in this house.” Owen complained as he shifted his weight to the side and moved from the top of her. He settled on to the bed on his side next to her.

The passion of the moment had quickly faded once his sister had made her presence in the adjacent room known. He gathered up a pillow under his head and watched her for a moment in the silence as he brought his breathing and hammering heart rate back under control.

She seemed embarrassed by their brief passionate encounter. Her bashfulness didn't seem to faze him. There was a softness on his face as if he were admiring her. He brought his hand up to touch her face, his thumb brushed along the apple of her cheek.

“I should let you get to sleep.” Owen kissed her once more on the mouth. “Good night, Julianna.”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 06-06-2019

Julianna burrowed back into the blankets as he settled in next to her. With her sweater gone, the chill was setting in without him on top of her. She peeked up at him with a knitted afghan up to her chin. She couldn't parse the expression on his face but it made her stomach feel full of butterflies. The pesky metaphorical insect exploded into fireworks when he gently cupped her face. Her tail tapped a slow rhythm beneath the blanket.

She turned her face to kiss him palm, before pouting against his hand. She wanted him to stay with her, but she understood why he would go. "Okay," she agreed quietly, suppressing a yawn that tried to catch her off guard as soon as he mentioned sleep. He kissed her and she smiled. Julianna assumed his unwillingness to stay was due to them not formally being in relationship. Respectful and appropriate.

Sophia had been pushed from her mind in their brief encounter, and she didn't even consider the other woman would inspire him to return to his own room.

Popping up, she held the blankets to her chest to kiss him again. "Hey." She grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving just yet. "I'm not imposing, am I?" Suddenly self-conscious. "I know you came home to spend the holidays with your family."

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-18-2019

Neither of them wanted the moment to end.

Her fingers felt warm from being under the covers when she reached for his hand to stop him from leaving. He was easily stoppable. He came back to the edge of the bed and sat down. The mattress sank some under his weight, drawing the bundle of her closer.

He touched her hair, petting curls back behind her ear. “No, you’re not imposing.” He reassured her. His voice almost a whisper, and his expression was just as soft with a hint of a smile.

Suddenly he blinked and the softness was gone from his face and the germ of an idea had replaced it. “I have a boat.” He announced suddenly, he popped up from the bed and spun around searching for her shoes that he had seen laying on the floor earlier. They weren't proper winter shoes, but they would do for a sprint down to the docks. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and searched around under the covers for her feet. He found them in familiar stockings that probably belonged to Victoria. He slipped her shoes over her stockinged feet and then stood again to gather the bundle of her, blankets and all, from the bed. He set her down on the floor again and righted himself.

“Come on. Let’s go to the Lanoria like we did off shore in Eyra.”

He didn’t seem concerned that she didn’t have a shirt on. She was wrapped up in blankets. That would do. He grabbed her hand leaving her to hold the bundle together with the other. Quietly he opened the bedroom door and began pulling her into the dark hallway and down the stairs to the first landing of the home. They snuck together down the stairs that creaked with their steps. He put his finger over his lips and shushed her even though it was his weight that announced their exit to anyone awake enough to hear. He found a pair of boots and a heavy overcoat for himself at the door and they slipped out into the freezing cold.

Once they were outside, he pulled her along at a run, dashing down the walk that had been dutifully shoveled clean from snow. The night was clear enough to see by the moon light and the spattering of stars across the nightsky. The walk that led away from the Hart family home branched off into two. One path led to the separate garage where they parked their vehicles and the other lead downwards to their personal dock where his sail boat was moored next to his father’s yacht.

Their breaths billowed out before their mouths as they took the path that led to the docks. The night was quiet except for their heavy breaths and lapping of the waves against the dock and the shoreline. The winter wind sent a freezing gust every now and again that whistled through the leafless trees.

“Be careful. It’s slippery.” Owen warned her as he bridged the gap from the dock to his sailboat. One leg on each structure. Keeping hold of her hand, he guided her aboard the gently rocking and familiar sailboat. They sought private refuge from the cold in the interior of his boat.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-20-2019

Julianna's ears perked when he mentioned his boat and the following series of events seemed to happen in a blur. Suddenly, she had shoes and her feet and was being lifted out of the bed as if she weighed nothing.

They were literally sneaking off into the night, together. It was all Julianna could do to hold her breath to keep from giggling as the stole away down the stairs. Her heart was racing with excitement, and she almost had to jog to keep up with his long legs. She held tightly to the blanket around her shoulders.

It was easy enough to see their destination even in the dark. Their path was all lit up by the moon. She gazed up at it, trusting Owen not to let her fall astray. The moon seemed so much closer here in Eskra. Even as a partially full waning gibbous it ruled the sky. The wind off the frozen ocean penetrated the cover of her blanket and set her to shivering but he lifted her onto the sailboat and the retreated inside.

Once they were secreted away in the cabin, Julianna let the giggles she had been suppressing erupt from her. The sound was staccato with intermittent shivering. It wasn't the first time they had sneaked off together, but it was still a bit of a rush and she was delighted to be alone with him. Julianna let the blanket fall as she encircled an arm around his torso, seeking the warmth of him. She rose up on her toes and threw her other arm around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-25-2019

One of the things Owen loved best about his boat was there was almost never complete stillness nor complete silence. There was always at least a gentle rocking to the boat and a constant sound of water lapping against the sides. It was mostly dark down below, but Owen knew by feel exactly where a lantern was to light the space in his cabin.

He was fiddling around in the dark when he felt Julianna reaching for him. He caught her at her hip, feeling bare skin under his hand and her mouth on his lips. He turned the knob on the lantern just a smidge giving them enough light to maneuver by. Fumbling around in complete darkness could be fun but he wanted to see her.

His hands smoothed over her back and down to her ass still clothed in tights. He gripped her curves and walked her back until they crashed into the wall. He took one of her hands and pressed it against his cock which was already hard again.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and smirked, “Is this what you came all the way from the isles for?” His smile was every bit as teasing and victorious as the lilt to his voice. He seemed rather proud to have a queen chasing him. And he remembered how easy it was to make her blush.

He left her hand to her own devices and scooped at one of her breasts, dipping his head to tease at her nipple, already hard from the cold. “Thousands of miles for this.”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-30-2019

A soft light filled the cabin. It illuminated her face and revealed the amorous expression she wore for him. Shadows played over her sharp cheekbones and the hollow of her collar exposed by the blanket she had let fall to the floor. Owen's angular features were highlighted as well. Her hands went to his face, holding his mouth to hers as they walked backwards together. She smiled against his mouth, her tongue dipping past his lips to taste him. She forgot all about the cold with his body pressing hers against the boat.

His words summoned the blush he had been hoping to see. Her cheeks burned red in the soft light. Her gaze didn't shy away from his as she stroked him through the denim of his jeans. "Yes," she agreed without thinking. An emphatic whisper. She had traveled all this way for him. For this moment.

"Yes," Julianna said again. A purr rumbled in her chest, adding a vibrato to the moan that escaped her. "Across, ah!" he trailed kisses over her sensitive skin. "Across an ocean," she continued. Her other hand left his face to slip between their bodies. She unclasped his jeans. His breath was hot on her. She felt hot all over. "Halfways across the world." She pulled his zipper down. "For you," she finished, voice pitching with another moan. Julianna freed his cock from his jeans and held him in her hand. Her bashfulness from nine months ago appeared to have left her. She stroked him languidly, with a newfound confidence. Something about sailing so far and feeling the need to claim him from another woman making her bold.