Post by Trevor Marin on May 18, 2016 0:45:01 GMT
To say that Trevor hadn't expected the night to end as it had would have been a terrible understatement. He'd invited the captain of the Black Dagger to his home with genuinely friendly intent. He'd long been taken by the pirate captain's free spirit and undaunted will, both of which had been on display during their first encounter in the very room the two of them were now in. That night, however, as late as it had gone with the two of them talking for hours over many glasses of wine, had yielded drastically different results. Regardless of his interest in the dark haired privateer, nothing had prepared him for the surge of emotion that had sent the two of them to his bed.
Trevor lay, head swimming from the mead along with the lustful acts that had transpired just moments ago. As unexpected as it had been, there was no awkward tension to be found, rather he found himself overcome with a an almost peaceful sense of contentment. Even though the two had yet to exchange any sort of romantic pleasantries and Trevor doubted anything substantial would come from such a fling, he was remarkably calm. He remained close, his fingertips running lazily along the tan, bare skin of the woman beside him, his mind lost in thought. Was there anything more than a simple act of carnal pleasure to be gleaned from this? Although he'd never freely admit it just yet, Trevor hoped so.
"When will the Dagger be ready to set sail?" Trevor asked, his tone low and calm. His mind wasn't focused on anything close to business, and yet he felt the need to break the silence and speak of anything other than what had just happened.
Trevor lay, head swimming from the mead along with the lustful acts that had transpired just moments ago. As unexpected as it had been, there was no awkward tension to be found, rather he found himself overcome with a an almost peaceful sense of contentment. Even though the two had yet to exchange any sort of romantic pleasantries and Trevor doubted anything substantial would come from such a fling, he was remarkably calm. He remained close, his fingertips running lazily along the tan, bare skin of the woman beside him, his mind lost in thought. Was there anything more than a simple act of carnal pleasure to be gleaned from this? Although he'd never freely admit it just yet, Trevor hoped so.
"When will the Dagger be ready to set sail?" Trevor asked, his tone low and calm. His mind wasn't focused on anything close to business, and yet he felt the need to break the silence and speak of anything other than what had just happened.