Full Sail [Closed] - Printable Version

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RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-18-2017

Owen made exaggerated movements when Julianna pushed playfully against him. He let his body lead away from her only to pull her by her hand back to him, smiling down at her as he did so. “I’m sure he will. Besides what’s not to like?” A cocky grin paired with a shrug of his shoulders signaled his worries had been put to rest for the moment and he was back to himself again.

When they entered the library, Owen gazed upwards in awe at sheer size of the library. “I could get lost in here. Poor lost foreign sailor eating pages of dusty books to survive.” He clasped her hand tighter, pulling it against his chest. “Don’t lead me astray.” He said dramatically.

Owen taken in flirting with Julianna neglected to police the volume of his voice. His voice filled the space enough that Owen was taken aback by the sound of it in the quiet room. Covering his mouth with his hand he whispered ‘sorry’ to nobody at all before being whisked away by Julianna and down an aisle.

While Julianna managed the ladder, Owen leaned against a bookcase and watched the shorter woman get taller as she stepped higher. It put his line of sight right epicenter of the dangerously climbing dress she wore. Tanned legs and jingling anklets captured his attention.

“If I was a bad student then you were an even worse tutor. Drinking on the job. And..” He glanced around for dramatic effect, “..fondling your student?” He tutted shaking his head before reaching to take the book from her. He flipped disinterestedly through the first few pages, his mind turning to a more intriguing way to spend the afternoon with his alluring female companion than pouring over dusty charts.

“Can you blame me for having had such a terrible time disciplining my focus towards the lesson?”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 01-19-2017

Julianna giggled, pausing her determined pace to turn back to him as he pressed her hand against his shirt. She spread her fingers out over the fabric, enjoying the feeling of his warm and muscled chest against her palm. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she replied in a way that was not quite convincing. She could think of many interesting ways to lead him astray.

Owen’s change in mood was encouraging and left her grinning as she looked down at him from the higher ground she still help because of the ladder. She had worried that his private talk with her father would have left him dour. She didn’t know what they had actually spoken of, but she could guess that she was the highlight of conversation.

He took the book from her and she scoffed in faux indignation. “I am a wonderful teacher,” she said again in defense of his taunting, enunciating each word carefully to further mark her point. She took three steps down on the ladder, putting her eye level with the sailor when she turned around. She scoffed again, ears twitching in tandem on top of her head. Her tail swayed. “I did not fondle anyone,” she replied, her own voice lowering with the joke, despite their being a long in the library. “I recall that it was you who did all the fondling.”

With one handing keeping hold in the ladder, she lifted the other and traced a finger down his jaw. Smoothing over skin from beneath his ear to his chin. With his hands currently full of a leather bound atlas she was free to touch him as she pleased. “A skilled sailor such as yourself should always be able to focus in unfavorable conditions,” she teased.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-22-2017

Grey eyes rolled dramatically at the insistence that she was a ‘wonderful teacher.’ He ran his fingers over the leather bound book in his hands and maintained steady eye contact, “The only thing I learned is that teacher has a crush on her pupil.” HIs gaze broke away and flicked to her ears which twitched excitedly with the subtext of their talk.

He scoffed loudly, the sound hung in the air between them. “Oh please. Spare me.” He begged of her even while her finger traced a path down from his ear. He resisted the urge to shrug against her hand and the tickling sensations her touch sent down the side of him. His sensitivity and ticklish skin made the contact more electrifying.

“There was nothing unfavorable about your wandering hands.” He countered returning to the topic of her fondling. “As a sailor what I do remember are routes. And your hands seemed on quite a deliberate mission.”

Owen stepped forward moving closer to her. His feet just below the first rung of the ladder, blocking her from stepping down. He leaned close and nipped her lower lip teasingly with his teeth.

“Or are you going to keep denying it?” His face stayed close enough that his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. When he was finished asking his question, he pulled away from her again taking two steps back, denying her any more contact with his mouth.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 01-22-2017

A crush. It sounded so innocent and mild. It did not really convey the strength of the feelings she already had for him. She only hummed, an amused sound from behind closed lips instead of admitting that he might be underestimating the depths of her affections. They hadn’t known each other long enough for her to reasonably feel this way. Was she so starved for attention that she was drawn to the first shred of niceness that she got.

Julianna would have continued to playfully argue against him, but he stepped closer. The ladder put her face on the same level as his and she was immediately lost in the depths of stormy grey eyes. Her hand was still pressed against his face, her thumb making slow tracks across his cheek. Even if she had been able to formulate a response despite her obvious distraction his teeth pressed quickly and gently against her lip. Her lip tingled after the brief contact.

The light contact of his mouth on hers sent a shiver of down her spine. An eager and anticipatory sort of electric feeling. Julianna wasn’t interested in letting him get away, she stepped off the ladder even though she would miss the height advantage it had given her. Though the library was empty at the moment, it was a public place and he teased her so openly. His boldness made her bold in turn. She moved close enough to press her hands against his stomach. “If you found the route of my hands so favorable, perhaps you should let them continue their mission.” There was a curl of a challenge at the corner of her mouth, a pleased smirk, as her hands slowly slid across the fabric of his shirt, smoothing up and over his chest towards his shoulders.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-30-2017

Though her hands explored quite a favorable path over his torso and to his shoulders, Owen stood firm and tall. Tall enough to remain out of the reach of her mouth should she wish to have his. An old book of charts had been given to him and occupied his hands.

She seemed to be issuing some sort of challenge. Or a dare.

“The mission of your hands seems to be at odds with our lesson.” A wicked sort of grin crossed his features.

He tsked as he shifted the book to tuck it under his arm and against his side, which freed one hand and somewhat the other. A hand on her hip turned her back towards the exit to the aisle of books they were on. At the end of it an opening in the bookshelves where long tables could be occupied by readers and their materials.

“You really are a terrible teacher, Julianna.” He remarked as he walked her backwards with that touch on her hip. His other arm stayed tucked against his side to keep the book secured. Somewhere a few paces down the aisle of bookcases, he bent low enough to capture her mouth with his. He kissed her as he walked her backwards, steering her towards the nearest table.

His enthusiasm for touching her took over, causing him to forget the book tucked against his side. His arm curled around her waist, pulling her against him even as he walked her backwards. The book slipped away and fell. The sound of papers rustling in the air followed by a dull thud as it hit the ground. The back of Julianna’s leg’s met table and Owen hoisted her easily onto it his mouth having never left hers during the ordeal.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 01-31-2017

“At odds?” she parroted, rising on her toes just enough to link her fingers behind his neck. “Certainly not,” she continued, frowning slightly when she discovered she still did not have the height to claim his mouth. She dropped down, one hand moving to rest at the side of his neck, the other smoothed towards where white fabric was tucked into his slacks. “I can do both.” She pulled her other hand from his skin and her fingers curled into his shirt. “Ursa Major appears in the Northern Hemisphere...” she said, reciting her lesson from the previous evening as she tugged the shirt free.

She had just pushed her hands beneath his shirt, fingers skirting across the planes of his stomach when he curled his own hand around her hip. Her lesson was forgotten. She sidled to the right and moved backwards at his insistence, skirt billowing around her knees, bangles signaling her movement as they always did. “You are a terrible student, Owen," she countered. She breathed his name on the end of a sigh, rendered near breathless but the way he was looking at her. One of her arms dropped to her side, the other placed her hand over where his rested against her hip. Her heart was pounding an anticipatory and excited rhythm in her ears. They swiveled to attention, her tail swaying behind her shoulders and she kept her eyes on his until he leaned to kiss her.

Julianna grinned against his mouth, feeling somewhat victorious though this kiss was inevitable. Her hands moved to grip his upper arms, fingers pressed into his biceps to keep her upright as he pulled her closer. Her ears twitched as the book was lost to the floor, but it didn’t matter to her.

Legs parted when he set her upon the table without care for anything scattered across it. She used her grip on his arms to pull his body into the space she had made for him. The rumbling cadence of a purr sounded in her throat as nimble fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. She continued to kiss him with a fierce enthusiasm, hands once again tracing over the bare skin his his stomach and chest, moving to push the shirt from his shoulders. She sighed against his mouth at the feel of his warm, toned skin under her hands.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 01-31-2017

Her hands gripped his biceps and his gripped her hips as he lifted her with ease on to the table. A hand left her momentarily to shove recklessly at books abandoned by another patron to clear a path for her. The feel of her purring into his mouth drew a succession of quick and heavy pants of desire from him.

The invitation of her legs opening for him wasn’t enough, his hand moved behind her knee to pull it around his back, expecting the other leg to follow suit. He pressed his hips firmly into hers just barely resisting the urge for the moment to thrust against her with the erection confined by his pants.

He wanted more from her than he had a right to expect from an inexperienced woman in a library which risked their exposure to other patrons. This thought didn’t occur to him soon enough as she was already shoving at the shirt to get it off his shoulders. It bunched around his elbows; he was too impatient to let go of her long enough to allow the shirt to be pulled completely from his arms.

His mouth left hers long enough to move to her ear. “What happened to ‘I can do both?’” He mocked in whisper against the fine hairs of her ear while his hand drew a path upwards from her knee to her thigh over the curve of her hip and valley of her waist to her breast. The other held her to his body, fingers splayed out against the small of her back just above her tail.

He moved away from her ear to kiss a path down her jaw and neck to her shoulder. He pulled aside the strap of her dress letting it dangle over the top of her arm as he moved lower with the intent to replace the fingers that teased her nipple with his mouth.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 02-01-2017

Tanned limbs wrapped around him at his insistence, bangles clashing as she locked her ankles behind him. Julianna did not harbor the same patience as he. Her hips rolled in his hands to feel the hard length of him between her legs. Purring halted as her breath hitched. An exhale that was more akin to a needy moan followed as she smoothed her hands over his shoulders, and higher until fingers curled into his hair.

Julianna had no concern for the venue, no concern for her experiences. Her thoughts consumed by the mouth on her mouth, by the man who held her body firm against his. She could think of nothing else but what she wanted in the moment.

She made a small whimper of protest when he stopped kissing her, but the pitchy noise dissolved into throaty chuckles as he teased her. His breath tickled the hair of her ear and it twitched against his mouth. “I can do both,” she insisted. When he did not immediately return to kissing her she pressed her mouth to the hollow of his throat. Ears pinned backwards as she ducked beneath his chin. “I just didn’t want to distract you,” she explained, lips moving against his skin as she spoke. Her tail swayed an excited tempo as she teased across his collarbones, tasting him all the while. There was still a hint of sea salt on his skin.

She pulled away from his throat and her head tilted to give him clearance when he dipped towards her neck, eyes closed, hair dropping from her shoulders to fall down her back. A hand was still curled in golden lock with a firm insistence that he not stop, while the other was planted against the table. She gasped when he captured her breast with his mouth; fingers fisted in his hair, legs tightened around him as a delighted shudder coursed through her.

“Owen,” she breathed. “Owen I-”

Julianna wanted him, all of him and she would have told him as much has she not been interrupted by the over exaggerated “ahem” of someone clearing their throat for attention. The queen didn't startle, so much as she went very still. She froze with Owen’s hands and mouth still on her. She leaned forward, hiding her exposure against the sailor’s body as she opened her eyes and surveyed the would be intruder over his shoulder.

Lanzo stood at the end of the aisle they had earlier abandoned. Though his eyes were averted the disappointment was apparent on his features. There was something else as well, in that deep twist of a frown. Something, perhaps, like disgust. Julianna frowned and pulled the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder, her legs falling away from where that had been clasped around Owen. She cleared her throat, ears pushing to attention as she pet her hair back into order.

“Admiral Weatherfare,” she greeted in a raspy tone brought forth by the dryness of heavy breaths. “What are you. What can I...help you with?”

The admiral scoffed, moving closer when he'd decided the two of them were properly covered. He held something in his hands, a small rectangular piece of paper. A missive from the radio tower.

“Pardon my intrusion,” he replied in a monotone. Careless as to whether she would actually pardon him. He was more interested in making sure the information he had got passed along. The message he carried pleased him more than he would say or show.

“I have an urgent message for the Commander,” he explained. He held the telegram out to Owen to take. “From the Desdemona. Apparently they hailed our towers after they were...continually unable to reach you on the Lanoria.”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 02-20-2017

The ahem sounding from the throat of a man and the subsequent freezing of Julianna’s body caused Owen to jerk his mouth away from her chest. She ducked against him to hide her exposure so he held his position there while she covered herself. His hand, which had been creeping up her thigh underneath the hem of her dress also pulled back and brought the line of her dress back down to a more appropriate level for the now very public venue. When she was covered, Owen rolled his shoulders to flip his shirt back on them and pushed away from her.

HIs heart beat in frantic rhythm worrying that it was her father - having so recently lectured him on his growing physical relationship with her - that had caught him. Julianna thankfully addressed the Admiral, although Owen’s heart which had been in excitement from their cavorting and then fear did not yet slow.

His hand was already on the buttons of his shirt when he turned to face Lanzo. They fumbled blindly to give him some cover while the other navy man approached. He abandoned this task leaving the shirt to hang open and quickly combed his fingers through his hair setting it right after Julianna had mussed it.

Owen frowned and accepted the telegram into his hand. He had nothing to say for his missing multiple attempts to contact him. For one thing he didn’t answer to Lanzo. And he would, no doubt, hear of this as well from the CAF Commander Darcy Weatherfare. His frown only deepened when he read the message informing him that he was called back to his station aboard the Desdemona for deployment in one week’s time. The hourglass on his island venture had run through sooner than he’d expected. The words of Julianna’s father warning him of her naivety and entrusting him to not mishandle her heart echoed in his mind.

He kept the telegram out of Julianna’s line of sight and folded it for depositing into his pants pocket. “Thanks Lanzo. That’ll be all.” He dismissed him with a coolness that suggested the other man not betray the private contents of his message. He’d break the news to Julianna on his own timeline.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 02-21-2017

Julianna was curious as to what could have been so important, but not sensitive, enough that the C.A.F. would feel the need to hail her towers to reach their Commander. She fiddled idly with the strap of her dress as she adjusted it and observed the two men interact. The letter was folded and hidden away, with Owen saying nothing about it. Her ears pushed to attention as she crossed her legs at the ankles.

The admiral’s brow lifted in such a way to suggest that he was considering whether he could say more on the subject of the telegram. The information wasn’t confidential and it wouldn’t be out of his clearances to tell the queen what was being transmitted across her radio lines. He held the other man’s gaze for a few pointed moments. He knew he could continue to put a damper on what he had witnessed transpiring in the library, but his announced presence appeared to be cold water enough. He turned his attention to the queen, waiting for her to be the one to dismiss him.

“Thank you, Admiral.” She cleared her throat and looked away from him. Her embarrassment, though encouraging to the idea that she saw some wrongdoing in her actions, didn’t quell his need be difficult.

“Of course, your majesty.” He nodded politely. His eyes quickly tracked over Owen, still in a state of undress before he turned sharply on his heel and proceeded to leave the pair to themselves. Alexavier would certainly be hearing of this.

When Lanzo was gone, Julianna leaned forward and took Owen’s arm. She used her hold on him to pull him slightly back to her and facing her again. Her hand slid down his arm and fingers moved to close the buttons of his shirt. She was bright red, but smiling, a giggle bubbling up in her throat. “Did you see the look on his face?” Her question was posed between a lilt of laughter. She finished with his buttons and smoothed her hands over his chest. They fell back to his waist, and she pulled him back into the space between her legs that had been abandoned. Though, her intent did not seem as sexually charged as before.

“So, what’s the telegram all about?”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 04-11-2017

Previously Owen had taken to countering Lanzo’s seriousness with his own jovial wise-cracks and banter to embarrass the man. The news borne by the telegram was a wet blanket enough to keep Owen from resorting to his naturally jolly self. He fixed the Admiral with a hard and even cold stare. A warning almost to the other man. He would tell Julianna the news on his own timeline.

To Owen’s luck, Lanzo kept the secret for the moment and retreated likely to tattle on him to Julianna’s father.

Great.

He moved stiffly into Julianna when she pulled at him. Watching wordlessly as she buttoned him up and set his clothes aright. And just like that she had him between her legs again all blushing and smiles. Green eyes were bright with joy and amusement. How could she smile at him like that at a time like this?

He could anticipate her disappointment and hurt when he shared the news.

Owen cupped her neck with his hand and brought her forward, he bent and pressed a solemn kiss against her cheek. “It’s - a point-of-contact call. They want to know my progress with... all this.”

He hadn’t meant to lie. That wasn’t his intention at that moment. Almost involuntarily it just crept out. He didn’t know why. Perhaps he wanted to spare her a little of the anticipatory pain of his leaving. What was a few more days of blissful friendship? Perhaps he wanted to batton down the negotiations first. Maybe this lonely queen would be less willing to grant him what he wanted if the absence of her attentive male friend was imminent.

He hated himself for thinking that way and pulled away from her suddenly turning to leave.

“I have to answer this.” He said to her looking over his shoulder as he retreated the same way that Lanzo had gone. Owen turned around and waved at her donning his charming smile for her benefit. “I’ll see you later, yes?”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 04-18-2017

Bright smile faded into something softer when he was unresponsive to her touch. Just a small pull at one side of her mouth, brow knitting just slightly in the middle. Confused at the sudden change in his demeanor. She finished his buttons with a quick efficiency and allowed her hands to fall away from him. Owen’s hand on Julianna’s neck did nothing to comfort her. Pulling her closer to a brush of lips across her cheek that felt more like a goodbye than it should have.

The kind of goodbye that someone didn’t come back from.

Ears twitched when he pulled away from her. Her tail was still across the table as she pressed her knees together and did her best to arrange the short skirt over them. She watched him walk away, a heavy feeling setting in her heart as she nodded a quick affirmation to seeing him later. That charming smile wasn’t as reassuring as it should have been.

Julianna remained in the library after Owen was gone. Returning the books they had displaced in their heated moments to the appropriate shelves. Climbing the ladder she returned the heavy tome she had pulled for them back into the open space. She smoothed her index finger down the spine of it, disliking the way it felt like her heart and her hopes were slowly sinking. Anklets jingled as she hopped down from the later and left the library.

Somewhere on the island a bell chimed out the hour, so she pushed thoughts of Owen from her mind to focus on her upcoming meeting with the high court.

Meanwhile, halfway across the world, at the C.A.F base in Eskra, Commander Darcy Weatherfare was continually waiting on a response from his godson. He had sent Owen to the isles with a very important task; though he had not admitted it at the time this mission was integral to the status of Owen’s career. And instead of the negotiation progress he had been hoping to hear, he was receiving radio silence from his godson, and continued reports of the young commander’s vacation-like adventures with the Queen.

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 04-18-2017

Walking away from her wasn’t easy. The queasiness of guilt twisted deep in his gut. He knew he hadn’t made the right choice. He’d chosen to lie for the wrong reasons. Owen’s steps halted as he got to the library doors, he looked back, maybe she was just there behind him. A second chance to tell the truth.

She wasn’t there.

He raked his fingers through his hair and left the library and ultimately the castle. His feet took him back to the Lanoria at a brisk pace while his mind worried over how he would ultimately break the news to Julianna. He practiced some lines in his head, the most diplomatic ways to explain that he’d achieved...nothing so far.

Darcy would not be pleased, and there weren’t enough pretty words to hide behind.

Aboard the Lanoria, Owen called CAF military headquarters in Eskra. “Yes this is the Fleet Commander Hart for Commander General Weatherfare.” He identified himself to the switchboard worker who would patch him through to the the commander’s secretary who would then pass him to Darcy.

He waited until he heard Darcy’s greeting come over the line, “Commander Weatherfare!” He greeted with his usual charm. He even wore a smile on his face, hoping it would come through the line. “I got your message from the Veridian Navy. I must have missed your radio communiques. There’s been some fluke with the wiring on the Lanoria.” Another lie. “But I think I’ve figured it out, sir. You know how it is with these old sail boats.” He laughed before letting silence fall over the line.

"Uh, so... anyway..."

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - megs - 04-18-2017

Darcy was silent while Owen spoke. How easily excuses seemed to come from him. He found it hard to believe that there was something in the Lanoria’s wiring given Owen’s love and near obsessive maintenance of the sailboat. He also knew better given the reports he’d been receiving. It was safe to say he hadn’t let Owen venture to the Isles completely unsupervised. Though, he had wanted to trust his godson fully with the important task at hand, the fleet commander was young and had a tendency towards...distraction.

“You are so full of shit Hart,” he said calmly. The sound of shuffling papers could be heard across the line. “I haven’t gotten but one report from you since you stepped foot on that island, and I really doubt it’s because you’ve been fiddling with your sailboat.” His annoyance was palpable despite the evenness of his tone.

“Uh, so, anyway,” he mocked, without giving the other man time to respond to his previous words. “Is that I sent you to the Isles with a very specific task, and in near a week you seem to have accomplished none of it. How are the negotiations going? Why haven’t I heard anything? What are the queen’s demands? Has she spoken to the high court? I need answers, Owen, and I need them now. Or you can forget any notions you have of a shiny new bar on your chest.”

RE: Full Sail [Closed] - saronym - 04-22-2017

Owen hadn’t expected his godfather to open by cursing at him. The words sounded harsh to his ears and surprised him. Surprised him enough to drop the flashlight he’d been fiddling with by flipping it on and off again. It slipped from his hands and fell directly on his foot before clattering to the floor.

Owen choked back a cry of pain and winced silently. He hopped on one foot until he found a spot to sit and rub at his foot. “S-sir. I - I -” He stuttered over the line at his godfather part from pain and part from fear of the trouble he was undoubtedly in for neglecting his duties.

He gathered himself with a deep breath in through his nose to disguise the sound over the line. “I have communicated the Covenant’s demands to the queen and in my discussions with her she was quite receptive to me. Uh, that is to say my - I mean the Covenant’s position. She has spoken with the High Court, sir, and they are convening on the issue and have not, yet, well, not to my knowledge have they made any counter demands, sir.”

His answer had endowed him with a little extra confidence, enough to make his own counter demand as it were. “I require more time to complete my assignment, sir. Politics moves slowly in the Veridian Isles.”

It wasn’t necessarily accurate. As if the Veridian Isles had especially slow proceedings. Owen was hoping Darcy wouldn’t call his bullshit and would perhaps extend the assignment so that he could, of course, spend more time with the fetching queen.