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RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-04-2016
“Lucky for me then.” Owen teased back as his fingers squeezed gently at her side again. He had been surveying her out of the corner of his eye but turned and lowered his sunglasses again. With the tint removed he thought he saw a subtle reddening across the apples of her cheeks below the rim of her glasses. Was her face red? He cocked his head at her smirking as one eyebrow creeped higher. She was blushing. He was sure of it. The glasses concealed grey eyes again and Owen decided not to comment on it without risking furthering her embarrassment. The look had been enough to signify he'd noticed. It wasn't as if he had been subtle about where his eyes were looking. Apparently it didn’t take much to get the Queen of the Veridian Isles blushing. How charming.
“You’ll have to take me to Macrilan then. My nephews and nieces have demanded a seashell collection from me.” He glanced down at tanned fingers that tapped on his bright red trunks. “There aren’t many shells to be found in Eskra. Just jagged rocks and wreckage from unfortunate vessels.” He quickly backtracked to turn the commentary on Eskra around. “But don’t get the wrong idea. It really is a nice place. It’s cold and the beaches aren’t really beaches, but I promise there are...some redeeming qualities about the place. Mostly just me though.” Now he was being obvious.
He studied the way her ear fell when he apologized for rambling at her. Owen had yet to figure out what the movements of these features signified. Perhaps he’d made her uncomfortable after all. “Perhaps you'll take me to meet your brother if you don't find me too embarrassing to show off."
The sun was setting and there was no need of shades anymore, so Owen removed the glasses and let them hang from the collar of his shirt. As they neared the docks Owen flagged down one of the dock masters’ assistants. He moved away from Julianna and gave the young man some instructions. He peeled a generous amount of bills from his wallet and handed them to the teen eager to fulfill whatever task Owen had given him.
“Shall we?” He said returning to his lady companion. Owen having already planned to sail that evening and had the dock masters prepare the boat for him. They only had to wait on the little favor he’d paid for and they could be off.
Owen escorted Julianna to the Lanoria, he easily mounted the sailboat and held his hands out for her to come to him. Though surely the queen of an island nation had mounted boats many times, the sailor saw fit to lift her onto the vessel. The gap between the dock and his boat was apparently to treacherous for him to let the queen traverse it unassisted. Hands on her waist and her feet easily left the dock. He turned with her in his hands and placed Julianna on the deck. The deckhand returned then carrying a large basket which he handed up to Owen who promptly handed it off to Julianna.
“Some treats.” He explained before moving to lift the anchor and set sail. He’d ordered the deck hand to bring them shrimp cocktail from the fish market, a bottle of wine, a bottle of rum, assorted cheese, bite sized fruits (strawberries, grapes, sliced kiwi) on skewers, and cinnamon roasted almonds.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-07-2016
Julianna looked back up at him when he turned his head and lowered his sunglasses. She held his gaze, emboldened by her own sunglasses which held firm upon her nose. He definitely knew her face wasn’t usually the color it currently was. She couldn’t confirm whether he was flirting with her, or just flirting in general. It was typically just the two of them on their outings, so she didn’t have much to compare their interactions to. He was nice and smiled at all the ladies that giggled over him, but that was hardly enough for a conclusive answer. “Well, if you’re going to be there how could I possibly stay away?” She continued to be oblivious to his genuine attention, despite how obvious he was being. She struggled with wrapping her mind around the idea that she wasn’t simply an obstacle course he had to traverse for the Covenant’s benefit.
Ears stood at attention and she made a face; corners of her mouth pulled to the side accompanied by a perfect half-roll of her green eyes. “They’re the embarrassment,” she explained without actually explaining anything. Her brother’s themselves were not particularly embarrassing, both of them were accomplished in their respective realms. They were also very accomplished at embarrassing her. They knew every dumb secret she’d ever had and exactly how to push all of her buttons. “You don’t want to meet them, they’re…” she paused and squinted her eyes, searching for an accurate word. “Boring.” The vowels were drawn out in what was clearly an acceptance of her lackluster conclusion.
They weren’t but he didn’t need to know that.
Julianna moseyed around the dock as he spoke to the dock assistant. Barefoot steps silent on the treated wood. With fingers laced behind her back the exaggerated sashay of her hips swirled skirts around her feet. Peering over the edge and into the water she watched a small fish dart away from her shadow, before she returned to Owen’s side, just as he addressed her. She nodded eagerly at his questioning.
Work-worn hands on the skin left bare by the cut of her dress; her own hands gripped his shoulders as he plucked her from the dock. Her laughter rang out as he swung her around and set her gently down aboard the Lanoria. She didn’t let go until he did, hands sliding down his chest as he rotated away from her to address the deckhand.
Intrigued, she lifted the lid and peeked into the basket she was now in charge of. Her mouth rounded into a perfect ‘o’ of surprise as she viewed it’s contents. “This is amazing.” Her tail was swaying contentedly behind her head. Ear flickered playfully as she lifted one shoulder to brush against her cheek. She plucked a candied almond from the trove of goodies and popped it in her mouth before setting the basket down. The sweet flavors coated her tongue as she toyed with the almond between her teeth. She lingered near him as he steered them away from the docks.
They cruised gently for an hour, enjoying the snacks and the rum and wine. Night had fallen in its entirety and they were far enough away from the island that there were no lingering lights to muddle the sight of the stars.
Julianna was admittedly a bit tipsy at this point. She laid flat next to Owen on the deck of the Lanoria, nibbling on pieces of skewered fruit and pointing out the different constellations to him. “Ursa Major appears in the Northern Hemisphere,” she explained. She leaned against him somewhat to point to a cluster of stars to their left. “The Lynxes have a similar asterism known as The Plough, which is part of the larger constellation Servani.” Closing one eye she attempted to hone in on the two stars she had accentuated in her sand drawing earlier that day. “Polaris, is the common pole star in the Northern Hemisphere, but if you use the pointer stars at the end of The Plough, you find... Rigel,” he finger moved slightly upwards to finally linger on the pole star in question. Her hand dropped to pull another strawberry from the stick and pop it in her mouth.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-08-2016
Owen was barely paying attention to the very earnest effort Julianna gave in trying to teach him the constellations. He listened to her voice and turned his head to where she pointed. He even leaned his head trying to get his gaze in the orientation of where her fingers gestured to no avail. He leaned back against her as she leaned into him. Their arms pressing together. Dark curls fell over his shoulder. It was no use.
Too much wine, too much rum, too attractive of a woman at his side.
He mimicked her closing one eye as he stared where she pointed. Instead of focusing on the stars, he focused in on the delicate tip of her finger against a hazy backdrop of stars.
He pushed himself up on one elbow and reached for the bottle of rum nearby. Neglecting at this point to even act as if he were trying to follow along with her lesson anymore. Tilting his head back, he took a quick swig of the drink before closing up the bottle again and setting it down next to him.
Owen sighed as if resigning himself to something and reached for her. He enclosed her hand with his leaving her finger pointing out at the stars. “I think I had a little bit too much of the rum for this lesson.” He admitted as he forced her hand back and forth in the air erratically. “You too. You’re pointing all like this.” He was clearly exaggerating in his demonstration of how poorly she was doing in pointing out the stars for him. Realistically it was likely more the rocking of the boat that made it difficult for her to indicate precisely where she was pointing.
That and the drinks and the fact that Owen had zero intentions of learning astrology that evening.
“I’m usually a quick learner,” He said as he worked his fingers under hers to open her hand, “but face it, you’re a terrible teacher.” He joked guiding her open hand with his. He pressed her fingers against his chest showing her where he wanted to be touched. The impression of her hands on his chest had been torturing him since earlier. He wanted to feel her hand there again. “Besides I learn better by doing than listening.” As he spoke he leaned towards her, still propped up on his side by his elbow. His hand trailed up her arm and pushed at her elbow to show her that he wanted her hand to move up towards his neck.
Making a demonstration of his own learning style on her.
His torso was half hovering over hers, held up by his elbow and the hand he moved to press against the deck next to her head. Feeling emboldened by the obvious flirting and the alcohol that heated his blood, Owen couldn’t resist the temptation to incline his neck until his mouth caught hers and he tasted strawberry on her lips. A slight tart under the sweetness with a hint of alcohol bite. Soft lips moved with an eager and firm insistence against hers. He inhaled when he kissed her to breathe in her fragrance along with the flavor.
He stole the kiss from her and pulled away after a few moments to establish whether this queen minded being kissed by a slightly drunk foreign sailor alone on a boat out in the middle of the bay after dark. Grey eyes made near imperceptible flits between green orbs asking for a sign of whether his behavior was appreciated or not.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-09-2016
Julianna cut herself short when he reached for her; voice trailing off in a mixture of curiosity and surprise. She turned her head the fraction of an inch it took for her to be looking up at him instead of the stars. The moment her gaze fell upon him the corner of her mouth curled into a soft smile. Adoration that wasn’t quite hidden by twinkling constellations. “I am not,” she replied, on the coattails of laughter in a brief defense of her sobriety and her teaching abilities. She didn’t take her hand from him. “You are a poor student,” she continued, fingers uncurling at his gentle insistence. He placed her hand against him, and her fingers splayed across the fabric of his shirt. He was warm to the touch; her heartbeat was racing in her ears. Her gaze fell to where she was touching him, watching her own thumb run back and forth in a short motion.
“Is that so?” she asked, gently, of his learning methods. She had been trying to sound coy, but her attempts at continued flirtation were faltering as he leaned closer to her. Her eyes rolled upwards to his again, as she placed her other hand against the side of his neck. Skin on skin, she liked that better. Fingertips toyed idly with the hair at the nape of his neck.
His lips trapped a soft gasp in her throat. She’d been unaware of his intent until his mouth met hers in a kiss. Fingers on his chest tightened around his shirt. His lips were softer than she’d imagined, and she’d spent plenty of time imaging. She’d crafted a list of the places she would like to be kissed, and would like to kiss in return.
Owen pulled away, breaking the seal of their mouths and taking her breath with her. A shaking inhale as eyes fluttered open to look up at him where he continued to hover. Curls fanned around her head in a dark halo and she tilted her head slightly. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip as if she would taste him lingering there before pulling it between her teeth. “You kissed me,” she murmured and it was a statement of fact when it was supposed to be a question. Julianna had not minded. Would gladly do it again, but she’d never been kissed before. While she wanted to believe his intentions were honest, she couldn’t stop herself from questioning him.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-09-2016
With easy acquiescence she had let him capture her hand and manipulate slender fingers with his. The fingers that toyed with the hair at the back of his neck caused a rippling sensation of his skin down his spine. He almost shivered under her touch. Almost.The hair on his arms rose in excited anticipation. When he closed the gap between them, her hand gripped his shirt as if she were pulling him into her. Encouraged, he’d sunk lower, his torso just brushing hers as they kissed.
The hand that had planted onto the deck next to Julianna’s hand left the wood to pass over the dark curls that spread out beneath her head. His finger curled into her hair and remained there even when he pulled away.
And yet, she seemed...almost unsure of him. In disbelief at what he'd done. Questioning. Had he been too eager? The blush and the sight of her back as she ran from him the the other evening returned to his mind. A near imperceptible pull at his brows signaled an imminent frown as he examined her expression with intensity.
This felt like failure and rejection.
He hadn’t prepared for failure.
Suddenly he felt aware of how he hovered over her, nearly trapping her to the deck. His fingers stopped the movements in her hair and untangled from her curls. His hand fell away to push himself up to give her more space. He felt as if he were crowding around her and she was too polite to push him away.
“I did yes.” He affirmed that indeed the kiss had been real. Owen moved farther away, freeing her from being underneath him until he was half-sitting up next to her. “I’m sorry that was inappropriate. I thought maybe you would...” he trailed off wondering if the feeling of her hand gripping his shirt had been misinterpreted in the moment. What about the feeling of her lips moving against his? The music in her laugh when he'd lifted her? Her hips swaying in time with his as they walked the beach. Had he massively misinterpreted all of the signals?
His stomach sunk. He should have known better than to assume a queen would find any desire in a foreign sailor. He resisted the urge to apologize to her again. His tongue passed over his lips in a nervous gesture that only reminded him of the taste of her.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-09-2016
Julianna was immediately aware that she had said the wrong thing. The tone of his reply and the way he moved away from her were signals enough, and not kind she wanted. She wished he hadn't moved away. She still wanted him half-pressed against her and kissing her senseless. She already missed his fingers toying with her curls. Julianna swallowed, before pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her ears fell to either side of her head as she glanced over at him; she pulled her knees closer to her chest, protectively. “That's not it,” she said softly, not wanting him to think he'd done something wrong. She chewed the inside of her cheek. “I've...well-” she faltered and paused under the weight of what felt like a childish admission. “I've never been kissed before.”
A hand sought one of his and she linked their fingers together. Though the results were currently a bit awkward, this kiss did well to breach a barrier of contact for her. She was no longer hesitant in touching him. “I was almost kissed once,” she went on to explain. Her gaze swept away from him to where their hands were linked. “When I was younger.” She couldn't remember how long ago it was now, but the memory itself had stuck with her. A lingering pain, a sense of doubt. “There was a boy that I liked and one time I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he told me that I was too short and he didn't want to bend down so far.” Julianna did her best to force a small laugh, as if the cruel joke could be attributed to kids being kids. She still remembered the sound of his laughter when he'd told his friends.
“I'm not attractive to other Lynxes,” she said quietly. She was still unable to bring herself to look at Owen. The angle of her face left a curtain of hair separating them. Her end of tail pat softly against the deck of the boat, ears twitched somewhat erratically in time with her confession. “Honestly, I don't really think I'm attractive at all.” The hand not holding his, drew lazy circles near her thigh and she focused her attention on the gesture. “I don't..." she sighed. "I don't want you to think you have to be nice to me just because you need something from me.”
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-09-2016
The creaking of the boat and the waves lapping against the sides were the only sounds heard for several heartbeats after Julianna’s confession. Owen scratched at his eyebrow in confusion. “You’re kidding.” The tone of his voice was flat and his eyes narrowed as if what she claimed was dubious at best. His skepticism wasn’t unwarranted given how attractive he found her. Her fingers found his in the relative darkness and he let her manipulate his hand. Her small fingers sliding between his. Owen cocked his head when she looked down at their hands, trying to catch her gaze almost as if the look in her eyes would tell him definitively if she was pulling his leg. No woman had ever tried a have-never-been-kissed-before line on him to rescue his ego after they rejected him.
“Wait.” A loud breath escaped him. Like the breath held and released in a burst when finally giving up one something one had been puzzling out. “Is that true?” His tone was no longer as questioning the veracity of her claims. It was more surprised that anyone had treated Julianna that way. A questioning of this individual’s moral character. Apparently their actions had affected her deeply by the way she averted her gaze and hesitated in telling the story. As if she were ashamed.
Owen unlinked their hands pulling his away from her only to slide his arm around her back. With his hand in that open spot on her dress he so loved he pulled her against his side, tucking her protectively against him.
“I’m sorry that he did that to you.” He apologized knowing that he couldn’t undo the hurt some other man had caused. “The joke is on that other guy because he really missed out. I know from experience.”
He pushed her hair back arranging black silk down her back so he could see her face while she spoke. With one finger, Owen encouraged her to lift her chin.To look him in the eye rather than at her own fiddling hand. Just a touch with his index finger and then he dropped his hand again.
“I think you’re gorgeous.” Owen admitted readily. Not to placate her or to be polite. It came rolling off his tongue with ease. “And I don’t mind holding a minority opinion especially when it’s true.”
He stared her down as if to preemptively shut down any protest she might have as to his opinion on her looks. He turned his head from her to look out at sea. A victorious grin on his lips as if he’d won the argument and dared her to try to refute his points.
His head turned slowly back towards her as she, in her own mild way, suggested that his affections towards her were for the purposes of political bribery. A brow arched and that charming smile he often employed spread over his lips. “Your mind has been made up on the matter of my promiscuity it seems.” He harkened back to their earlier jesting.
His unoccupied hand rose to cup the side of her neck his thumb pushed at her chin exposing her throat to him. “Truth be told if, I had to use my sex appeal…” Owen began his counterpoint even as he leaned sharply towards her to press his lips against the skin just below her jaw. With lips at the place where the pulse was marked, he could feel her heart beating against his mouth. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue there tasting salt and feeling her heart race. “... in all my political affairs...I’d be spending a lot of time...” He moved on to trail line of kisses down her neck towards the shoulder nearest him in between his words. Not in any rush, Owen let his mouth linger in each spot before he moved on as if he were savoring her. “...kissing ugly old men.”
Owen pulled away from her neck slowly, his hand relaxed letting her head fall back to a natural position. Their faces were close and he had a sort of smug expression on his face. If she hadn’t been kissed; well, he was willing to kiss. If she wanted to debate his political tactics; he had the mental focus to do both at the same time. Whether she did was yet to be seen.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-18-2016
Julianna only nodded at his question. Mouth pressed into a thin line as she stared down at the deck of the boat. Her face burned with a familiar embarrassment, not the giddy warmth she had been growing used to in his presence. For a brief moment, she seemed surprised when he moved closer, but she settled against him when he wrapped an arm around her. She let he head rest against the curve of his shoulder. She hummed in her throat when he apologized, a sound almost like a chuckle. “Thank you for saying so,” she replied quietly. She was well-versed in accepting compliments even if she did not entirely believe them.She lifted her head when he touched her hair, though she remained mostly pressed against him. Julianna easily acquiesced to the demand that was his touch against her chin. It was a mere shifting of her eyes, her eyes finding his through the fringe of her long lashes. She smiled when he called her gorgeous, a beaming sort of expression that displayed the ends of her elongated canines. It softened into a pleased curl of her lips as he continued to speak, silently laughing at the serious way he stared at her. Shutting down protests that had not even occurred to her.
“You said so yourself,”she reminded him, the playful humor back in her tone. “Only the good ports.”
She swallowed as his hand came to rest against the side of her neck, his hand seemed to encompass the space, fitting perfectly against her skin. Breath catching as gentle pressure was applied to her chin. She was hardly registering the words he was speaking between the kisses he left on her skin. Gentle things that left a lingering warmth of a memory as he placed them. She could feel her own pulse slowly coursing across the press of his tongue and the unmistakable sound of a purr filled the silence between his words. The sounds resonated against his mouth and back upon her skin with a tingling sensation.
Ears pushed to attention when she realized he was no longer speaking, his mouth pressed to the line of her shoulder. She couldn’t remember what he had said; didn’t know what her clever response was supposed to be. Julianna doubted she would have been able to think of one regardless, because the entirety of her thoughts were consumed with the idea that she wanted him to kiss her mouth again. She didn’t know how to get him to do it, didn’t know if she was supposed to ask, or how. Was she able to claim his mouth for herself when she wanted now that they’d kissed once before? She was still purring when she pulled her shoulder away from his mouth. A dull and rhythmic cadence that continued, when she tilted her own head to press her mouth to his.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-20-2016
The skin of her neck moved under his hand as she swallowed. He briefly wondered if he made her a little nervous. He kind of liked the thought that he made some queen jittery with just a brushing of lips. The feeling of her purr vibrated against his lips and drew a smile out of him. His own heart rate turning to a gallop at the sensation. Smiling kisses against the constellations of her shoulder until she took it away from him and gave him her mouth in the absence of her ability to continue any witty banter. A fair trade.
He returned the kiss with a sort of authoritative insistence that she open her lips for him as he wanted to feel her purr on the inside of his mouth now. For better clearance, he rotated his hips moving onto his knees pushing one between her thighs and the other outside her leg.
Owen guided her back against the deck leaning his whole body into hers. His arm curled around the back of her shoulders to keep her pressed against him and to cushion her landing against the deck. His knuckles brushed wood as he sank on top of her. His other hand charted a course down the curve of her side stopping at her hip. Fingers gripping her skin at the bend of her hip beneath featherweight fabric.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-26-2016
Julianna fell asleep to whispered conversation and the gentle rocking of the waves against the side of the boat. She slept with the taste of his mouth on hers and the feeling of his hands on her skin. She lay tucked into the crook of his arm with the warmth of his chest against her face and the sound of his beating heart in her ear. She had fallen asleep dizzy with rum and affection and had slept more soundly than she had in ages. As they had spoken, she had toyed with the charm of a necklace the hung on a thin chain between his collarbones, and when she awoke she still held it between thumb and forefinger. She had woken slowly at first, twitching ears and fluttering eyes against the breaking light of the day. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of salt air and of him as she cast her eyes to the side and caught side of pink-orange clouds against a fading purple backdrop. She noted the way her gauzy dress clung to the dewy film across her skin, as she curled closer to the side of his body. The fading consequence of having fallen asleep outside.
The contented feeling that warmed her was short lived, and she bolted upright, pulling away from him with an inhale that was almost akin to terror. She cursed in Verdian, running her hands over her face to push away the last vestiges of sleep.
They had been out all night, she realized. They’d fallen asleep on the Lanoria, and she’d not told anyone where she was going. She could only imagine the buzz that the castle would erupt into, when her father realized her absence. She couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. A short bubble of the melodic sound as her terror gave way to amusement. It would be less amusing when they returned to Eryra.
“Owen,” she said gently, falling back upon her elbow and leaning closer to dot kisses along his jaw, rousing him from peaceful sleep. “Owen,” she said again as her kiss trailed upwards towards his temple. “We were out all night,” she explained against his skin as his lips continued to move across it, now leaving a trail of affection across his brow. “We are in so much trouble.” This time it was a giggle she left upon his skin.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-26-2016
Lips on his jaw and soft breasts brushing against his chest woke Owen. Instinctively he moved his arm around Julianna’s waist and pulled her against him unaware of whatever she was whispering at him. He liked the feeling of her breath against his face, until she indicated that they were ‘in trouble.’His eyes popped open as he realized that he’d essentially kidnapped the queen. Or it certainly looked that way. A foreign military officer took a queen on his personal sailboat and sailed off into the night without returning her. He could only imagine the look on her father's face when they docked. He would not be pleased.
“Oh shit.” He halfway chuckled as the thought of Lanzo frowning in disapproval came to him. "Lanzo is going to be so pissed."
He wiped his hand over his face and into his hair. “I’m the one in trouble though.” Owen turned his face towards her, “You look like the victim here,” he said as he tapped his index finger gently against the tip of her nose. Owen pressed his mouth against hers in a short good morning kiss that tasted like salt air.
Taking fabric between his fingers he could feel the slight dampness to her dress that had absorbed the moisture from the sea air. “Do you need something to change into? Are you cold?”
He pushed himself up bringing Julianna with him by her hands. Owen’s own clothes felt damp against his skin and it left him with a slight chill from it in the early morning breeze across the deck.
“I have a coffee maker down below if you take any. It will be a while before we reach the harbor so might as well make yourself comfortable for the ride.” He shrugged his shoulders and quickly moved off to ready the ship for their departure leaving Julianna to make herself at home while he worked.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 11-26-2016
His arm fell away from her as he woke, though she would have preferred to remain snuggled against him, watching the sunrise cast colors across his stormy eyes. Instead, she sat upright again, tucking her feet beneath her bottom as she watched realization cross his features. “Lanzo is going to be furious,” she said in unnecessary emphasis, though her tone sounded more amused than worried about the short-tempered admiral. "He will probably try to get you barred from the island."“I seem like the victim now,” she corrected, smiling as his finger tapped her nose. She was still smiling when he kissed her, the expression fading just in time to return the kiss properly. “Once you return me and I have to explain my own negligence, we will see who is actually in trouble. I think my father could give the admiral a lesson in overreactions.”
She shook her head at his questioning, standing with him. She was used to falling asleep outside, though not always (or ever) on the boat of a handsome foreign sailor. She may have been grinning at the thought. Still giddy over having been kissed nearly senseless by her attractive companion.
Julianna wasn’t cold, but the heavy fabric around her feet was annoying her as she moved. Gathering it up in her hands, she bunched it up and tied it off in such a manner that exposed a line of tan high on her thigh, but kept it from dragging when she walked.
“I think I’ll stay up here,” she said with another smile, her head tilted cutely to the side. “Watch the sunrise.” And watch the charming sailor bring her home, before she had to deal with the chaos that was erupting at home.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 11-29-2016
“I suppose you will be forced to save me from the wrath of Lanzo once again.” Owen replied with a smug grin on his face as he remembered his initial grand entrance into the port which had been excused and nearly praised by the queen. In truth his memory of the encounter was perhaps rosier than reality as the queen had not necessarily complemented his sailing though he chose to remember it that way.Owen moved over the deck to lift the anchor. “It is a nice one,” he agreed about the sunrise as he worked unawares that he was a part of the show.
Once the ship was set on a course, Owen went below deck and changed his clothes. He changed into fitted cobalt deck pants, chestnut brown boat shoes, and a crisp white button up. The formality of his outfit was more in preparation for a scolding by Alexavier. His actions had been less than gentlemanly, but he could at least dress the part of a gentleman. Perhaps that would earn him some points with the no doubt worried father.
A small pot of coffee was made and he served himself in a thermos marked with the C.A.F. naval symbol. When he returned to the deck, Owen brought up one of his navy windbreakers for Julianna. Without asking whether she wanted it, he wordlessly placed the light jacket as a shelter over her bare shoulders just in case the breeze did cause her a chill.
As they neared the port, Owen opened the radio channel to hail the local port authority and navy as he’d done before. “Veridian Royal Navy Berdea Port this is Captain Hart aboard the Lanoria returning to port. I have docking procedures at number five. Over.”
While he waited for a response, Owen sipped at his coffee, steam billowing away from his face when he blew at it. “You sure you don’t want any?” He offered gesturing with the thermos. “No hangover?” Owen hadn’t drank quite enough to achieve a hangover, but he wasn’t so sure about Julianna’s tolerance for alcohol.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 12-03-2016
“I will do my best to keep you out of prison, but I can’t make any promises.” Her brows arched and the smile in her eyes was hidden by dark sunglasses. She’d managed to find her pair of over-sized lenses on the deck somewhere. Julianna liked when he had that smug half-smile that curled one corner of his mouth. He wore it well. She knew it represented a sort of arrogance, but apparently arrogance looked good on him. So it was forgiven. Julianna was content to reclaim her spot on the deck and watch as he worked. Her sunglasses did nothing to hide that he was the focus of her attention, even if she pretended to be looking elsewhere if he happened to turn around. An orange hue shot across scattered clouds at the sun peeked halfway over the horizon. Rays of sunlight hit the ocean, lightening the water from a black-blue to a more appealing sort of green. Her ears twitched at the sound of gulls, heralding the new day, and against the breeze brought upon by their cruise.
She’d gotten lost in her own thoughts somewhere after he’d disappeared below. She crossed her legs, pooling the ends of her skirt into her lap and rested her elbows on her knees. She then rested her chin in her hands; her tail swayed too contentedly behind her head as she watched the island in the distance grow closer. Fond memories of the previous night played on repeat in her head, until the jacket across her shoulders pulled her out of her reverie. “Thank you,” she said, smiling as she pushed her arms into the sleeves. The article engulfed her small frame, her fingertips barely poking out of the ends, but it was cozy and she resisted the urge to find out if it smelled like him.
Julianna looked to Owen over her shoulder as she listened to him hail the radio tower. “No I’m not hungover,” she replied in a playful tone as she grinned at him. She was telling the truth but the grin and the sunglasses made it appear as if she wasn’t.
There was a crinkle of static on the radio, until a voice cut through it. “Read Captain Hart. This is Ensign Rodw-” she was cut off, and there was another lull of static.
“Do you have the queen?” The line sprang to life with Admiral Weatherfare’s demanding tone. He sounded as unhappy as Julianna imagined he would be. She scoffed as she pushed herself up from the deck and trotted over to where Owen stood manning the radio, pushing the sleeves of the windbreaker up her arms. Her anklets jingled with her steps. The admiral spoke as if this were a hostage negotiation. Her hand curled around Owen’s and she leaned against him to use the radio herself.
“Yes, the queen is with him,” she replied, unable to keep from laughing as she did so. “And she demands that this vessel be retrieved at dock five.”
Another pause.
“Departure procedures cleared your majesty.” Rodwyn was on the line again, having been able to successfully wrestle her radio back from the livid Admiral.
RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 12-04-2016
“I don’t mind cuffs.” Owen said suggestively as he stared at his own lopsided grin reflected back at him in the dark lenses of her sunglasses. “But I’d rather not be cuffed by Lanzo. Not sure he would be gentle with me.” He laughed in the back of his throat behind his smile. Owen took a page from Julianna’s book and located his own sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glint of the sun off the water. He was fully aware of her gaze on him as he maneuvered about the craft. So aware in fact that as the sun rose and the day warmed that he unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open for her. Owen didn’t mind at all putting himself on display for the queen. He was quite flattered by her attention and Owen was used to feeling like a display as he recalled their walk through the marketplace on his first day in the isles. The women who worked the stalls had seemed to eye him with a particular glint in their eyes. Like he was some prized item they were sizing up for a sale. Or more perhaps as if he were something delicious to be tasted.
He wanted Julianna to look at him that way. And he didn’t bother hiding it.
When he had occasion to and turned her way, Owen made his own surreptitious admiration of Julianna. His jacket draped around her frame with her bare legs extending out in front of her. His attention was drawn warm hues of her skin on slim legs and the glistening of the jewelry about her ankles as the sun caught the metals. The events of the previous evening cycled in his mind. Owen smiled as he worked when the tactile memories of her hands and lips on him flooded his mind.
When it came time to radio their entry into the water, Owen shoved the thoughts of Julianna from his mind to focus on messing with Lanzo Weatherfare.
However, he didn’t have a chance to respond to the Admiral before Julianna captured his hand and commandeered his radio. As Julianna took point on the communications, Owen fiddled with the charm necklace with the grapevine that he wore. He pulled it up and between his lips, holding the fine silver necklace between his teeth. He was somewhat disappointed to lose the opportunity to mess with Lanzo. When it was made clear that they would be docked, Owen let the necklace fall back against his chest from his mouth and added, “See ya Lanzo,” over the radio knowing that he’d be nearby to hear Owen goading him.
As they neared the docks, Owen threw down ropes to the hands waiting for them much the same as he did when he arrived. He made the stride from deck to dock easily enough and waved to the crew awaiting them. He turned and held his hands out to help Julianna off the Lanoria as it rocked gently in the waves.