Minx

“It’s not noble. It’s desperate.” Sophia replied, looking at the other. The tale was sad and matched many of the tales she’d heard from the pirates on the island. “And Luka’s parents died. So did Charlie’s mother. So did Ramses. I know the extent of the list. I’ve heard their stories. I know I’m lucky my family is still alive but it doesn’t matter if I never see them again. They’re as gone to me as your mother is if I’m on this island forever.” She was accustomed to being called selfish. It was a title pirates loved to thrown on royals without knowing them. “So if it’s selfish of me to want to know my family is still alive, fine, I’m selfish. But I’m also not filled with hate because of grief. I wouldn’t relish in causing other’s pain just because I felt it myself.”

“Obviously, or was the dripping sarcasm not noticeable?” Ale looked at the girl in complete astonishment. Her statement came from the naivety of someone who hadn’t lost people close to them, who had never felt that loss or trauma. Who had never dealt with the after affects such things ensured. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Your parents aren’t as good as dead because you can’t see them, you have no idea how lucky you are!” Shaking her head, the Latina was almost amused at how idiotic it seemed to her. “I would give anything, literally anything, to have my parents out there alive, seeing them or not. Because what you feel right now, princess? That’s nothing compared to the agony that is losing your parents like I have, like any of us have.” Shaking her head, Ale rolled her eyes. “I’m not filled with anything because of my grief, I dealt with that a long time ago. I am filled with irritation because you people still don’t get it and to be honest, I don’t think you ever will and it will always be your downfall.”

Emira could not help but frown just a little. “Its such a beautiful name.. why would you shorten it?” she had to ask, finding it puzzling that one would shorten a beautiful, feminine and in her opinion, strong name to one that sounded more like a boys name and entirely incomplete when it rolled off the tongue. As was usually her inclanation the Turk found herself compelled to use the girls full name simply because she had been told not to. “I wasn’t aware your superior allowed you to pick and choose between which one of us to house. But I do take that as a compliment of sorts, and its true I am a sight for sore eyes. Appealing as they might say.” Emira grinned confidently, flipping a long, dark lock over her shoulder before standing quite still, attentiveness showing in her posture as she listened to the very vague conditions set before her. “We ought to get to know each other then, if I am to avoid pissing you off I kind of need to know what would inspire that kind of reaction.” 

Observing the other in momentary silence, Emira was certain that she saw a flicker of some interest sparked in the gorgeous pirate. And that gave her immediate hope and sparked further boldness in the Turk herself. “See when I first got here, I had this keeper and he was.. very hands on I suppose you could say. All about obedience and punishment. Now of course thats dull when there’s no sexual element tied to it but, the second that element arose, suffice to say I was very entertained. It can be oh so very thrilling.” She smiled, though there was a devilish tint to it. “So I guess the answer to your question would be yes, I do make a habit of pushing people towards such limits, because I’m hoping one of them might push back. My question is, will you?” 

“Because only my parents called me Alejandra and I like it to stay that way.” Everyone else she knew, with exception of Nej who used it when he was irritated with her, called her Ale, it was how she introduced herself. To hear someone call her Alejandra, reminded her of the pain of losing her parents, of how they were no longer with her. It was truly the one thing that could truly hurt her. “We don’t, but you were offered and I accepted, I understand you’ve been through a few of us.” There was something truly intriguing about the Turkish princess. An attitude was obvious but considering Alejandra had one of her own to rival the best, she could only appreciate that. In anyone she met, including the royals she watched over, she wanted them to have a bit of a bite, it made it all the more enjoyable to verbally spar with them. “True, or we could see how we go and how quickly it takes to piss me off, sometimes that’s much more fun.”

Leaning against the back of the couch as she listened to Emira, Ale’s eyebrows rose gently. She had never considered that type of relationship with her royals before, but with the Turk, it appeared it was different. “Well of course, what’s the point of all of that if you can’t get the gratification from it afterwards?” Pushing herself off of the couch, Ale walked over to the brunette, circling her once before standing in front of her. Never one back to back down from a challenge, the Latina delicately raised her eyebrows. There was little space between them now, their bodies beginning to touch, a little test to see how Emira would react. “Well you’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle, aware that she was of course very right. They had both been enjoying themselves. He was also reminded what a decent poker face she had, going from teasing to stone cold battle face in one simple sweep. There weren’t a lot of girls around who could do that. His ex wife, oh she could definitely do that, without blinking. He used to hate it, being unable to read her face or guess what she was thinking had often been a source of frustration. As it were, he’d quickly end up the one distracted if he were to follow those train of thoughts. Instead he stuffed them back in the box where they belonged and focused on the conversation and situation at hand. “There’s a very fine line there.” He retorted, keeping a close eye on her. 

Each sparring session was different, came with its own energy and feel. Tommy happened to enjoy the ones that lasted, the ones that tested his stamina and made him push himself as far as he could go. Those were also the rare ones, but then he often took on teaching anyone around who might want to learn a few moves, which had him doing a lot of show and tell and instruction, as opposed to actual fighting. Feeling her fingers close around his wrists, he swung his other arm to knock her off balance, grunting a certain assent when she blocked. He was getting ready to wrench her down when he was the one knocked off his balance, landing on his back with her on top. “Whats in it for me?” Tommy raised his brows at her, though he stilled once he felt her hips rotate. Cheap shot.. “Playing dirty are we?” he prompted, yet his eyes went exactly where she intended them to, dropping to her cleavage, admiring its depth and imagining the feel of her breasts in his hands. That might be his biggest weak spot, and she knew it. “If you are just teasing me to get a surrender…” he began, shaking his head a little. “Fine.” With that he tugged his hand free, so he could guide her had, and lips, down to meet with his own. 

As soon as she had him on his back, Ale felt a sense of pride, but she didn’t let it stop her just yet. Tommy was just as good of a fighter as she was, they both knew that a true weakness was when you believed an opponent was down when they truly weren’t. Arrogance was a weakness. As soon as her hips moved, she knew she had him, but she waited until the allotted time before grinding on him once more. “Playing dirty isn’t against the rules and we both know you like me best when that’s how I’m playing..” As soon as she intended, his eyes dropped and she knew she had him. Leaning down a little further, Ale brushed her lips over his ear, grinning as she listened to him before whispering into it. “Over ten seconds, I win, sir..” 

Lifting her head back up, Ale looked down at him. It was the second time lately that she’d been in the position of power over Tommy and she couldn’t deny that she was beginning to enjoy it. The Latina giggled as he guided her down, her back arching to lower herself down to press her lips against his. Over the last few months, things had been hard with Tommy, he hadn’t been himself and she had probably gone overboard in trying to help and protect him, but this was them, this was him. “I’ll play dirty every time if this is it what comes of it..”

“Did you think it was some royal cat calling you?” He let out a light laugh, having noticed her brief look of irritation. He enjoyed catching people off guard to assimilate their reactions. Returning the hug, he placed a kiss on the top of her head before moving out of the embrace. “Well who’s fault is that? Is your royal keeping you too busy and away from your favorite person?” He teased. Playing catch up time with Ale sounded like a great way to spend the rest of the evening, along with a few drinks to help block out the royals. Reaching behind the bar he grabbed a six pack, holding it up with a goofy grin. “You game, or do you need something stronger?” He didn’t feel like making a drink and beer was his typical go to when he looked to unwind. Plus it wouldn’t get him sloppy drunk since it took way too much beer to get him to that point.

“I mean, you never know with them, do you? Some of them have manners that we’re stereotyped for.” Laughing quietly, Ale shook her head as she moved back from their embrace. “I know, I’m a bad friend. I got caught up with Nej and then I was kicking my own ass in the gym to stop from getting all gross when he went back to Turkey.” Shrugging her shoulders, Ale looked up at him, a little smirk on her face. “She’s alright, we’ll see how much of my time she’s going to take up, she’s better than the others so far.” It didn’t take long for Ale to return his grin and she quickly nodded. “I’m game, I’m not sure I’m in the mood for hard liquor drunk anyway.” Plucking one of the beers out of the pack, Ale nodded to an area a little way away from the main crowd, plopping herself into one of the beach chairs before cracking open the beer. “So, talk to me. I haven’t even spoken to Waves in a while, how’re things with you two?”

“I would rather not eat and drink for a week if it meant talking to my brother for a minute. I would eat the same food for the rest of my time here if I could just tell them I’m okay.” She replied, her gaze lacking almost all emotion as she stared at the other. “Statistically most people kidnapped for longer than a month are dead. I know the assumptions they have. I get to go to bed every night thinking about my parents that probably believe they lost two kids. The last thing I said to my mother was that I’ll be back in the morning. A lot of mornings have passed. So you can say I’m spoiled or whatever but I’m not going to feel bad about missing my family.” 

“How very noble of you.” There were times when Ale was one hundred percent behind the constant kidnappings as it seemed there was little going on behind the scenes. Yes, they were taking the royals, but the world still had no idea that it was the Tulach crew who had taken them. Other times, they utterly infuriated her. “Oh boohoo, you miss your very much alive family. So you missed some mornings, at eight years old, I watched my mother’s murder and my last words to her were that I couldn’t wait to go to the beach with her that afternoon. You’re all so selfish and it’s why you’re all in this mess. Get over yourself, princess, everyone is missing someone, it doesn’t make you special.”

“Thank you.” Evie hummed, a small smirk playing on her lips. “I strive to be not so bad.” The princess chuckled at the explanation. “Really the whole set up is strange. I can understand loving a couple people but the marrying all of them is what throws me.” She nodded her head. “Right? They could be a super successful team of moms raising all those kids. It would be perfect. I’m Evie by the way.”

“I think it’s the same for me, to be honest. Be with who you want to be with, but why marry a bunch of people? One would be a stretch for me..” She had never really been for marriage, not since she had witnessed the actual train wreck that was her parents. “I mean, I was all for it until it became about raising kids. Just get a group of super hot ladies together, who are all together and shun the stereotypes.”

“You know. That’s exactly what it is.” Evie replied, nodding her head. “I like you. I’m not saying they need to be pissed about their husband sleeping around but it’s only fair game that they do too. Honestly it would be my dream come true for the sister-wives to start fucking each other and leave the man.”

“You’re not so bad yourself..” Ale allowed her eyes to quickly trail over the girl before looking back to her face, a small smile dancing on her lips. “Anything they can do, we can do better, right?” Shrugging, Ale tilted her head a little to the side. “I don’t get it personally, when I’m with someone, I’d rather he didn’t have time to put it in someone else, unless I was there as well, of course.” Nodding, the Venezuelan laughed quietly. “Now that... That I would like to see.”

“I’m not saying I disagree with sister-wives, I’m just saying that there’s a lack of brother-husbands. Also, what if the sister-wives each had brother-husbands. Then it’s going to get super confusing on family dynamics which is a downside but there would probably be a lot of enjoyable orgies. I don’t know. What do you think?”

“I mean, it’s just the lack of feminism.” Ale had seen a show around the subject once, fleetingly as she tried to find something to watch on an evening. “What gets me is that they’re fine with the guy marrying someone else and screwing someone else, but they won’t do it. Like, girls, come on, it’s the twenty first century, if he’s getting all the puss, go get on the pole, you know?”

“So it’s officially been a year since I was kidnapped and I’m just wondering if we get like a ‘you’ve been here a year’ award. I think it’s only fair, you know, like I think I’ve been a pretty decent kidnappee, I should at least get a gold star or something right?”

“Oh, congratulations. It’s truly hard living on an island where food and drink is provided, you have endless scenery, beaches, freedom to run around. It sounds horrific.” Of course, they were away from their families, but for the pirates who hadn’t grown up in that world, so were they. “Sounds truly tragic.”

Catching a glimpse of Alejandra on the beach, Miles jogged over to her to say hello to a close friend. Before approaching he let out a loud whistle, wanting to catch her full attention. The pair hadn’t spent much time together as of late, mostly because Miles had his work cut out for him with interrogating the royal in the dungeon and strategizing plans with his siblings. By the time he got back to his villa at night, he was often exhausted and out for the count. When it was clear he got her attention, he beamed a smile at her and said, “Long time no see, stranger. You are going to have a drink with me tonight, right?”

At the whistle, Ale’s head snapped up, a slight look of irritation on her face at the idea of being whistled at. That was, until she saw who was whistling. As she spotted Miles, her face broke into a grin, returning his smile as she made her way over to him. “It has been too long considering we live on a pretty small island.” Reaching up, Ale wrapped him in a hug for a few seconds before she pulled away, her hair bouncing as she nodded. “Of course, if you can’t drink with a friend at a bonfire where we mix with all the people we’ve kidnapped, when can you?” Nudging him gently, Ale took a step in the direction of the bar. “And you need to catch me up on everything I’ve missed since I saw you last, it really has been too long.”

“Well there’s those times when you’ve sat on my face. That does tend to shut me up.” He brazenly shot back with a slight shrug, as if he were commenting the weather, not very intimate moments they’d shared. Not because those moments meant less, but because it was rather factual. He’d never claimed not to have a dirty mind, or mouth for that matter, where she was concerned. Like any good fighter he kept moving while they were talking, to keep warm and keep the momentum going. “Downright generous.” He argued, though he also had a hard time keeping a straight face. This was how things were usually with them, as they were working their way back to a new kind of normal. He had been messing with their normal, given his ebbing mental state and her being very present and vigilant in order to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. In truth Tommy owed his best friend a whole lot more than to be generous during a simple training session. “Come on now, don’t be petty.” he replied, remaining calm, but finding her attitude a little annoying. 

They both had confidence well up to their ears, which made agreeing on who would loose the most during this absolutely impossible. No one wanted to concede to the other, and no one wanted to seem weaker or to be beaten. “We’ll see Santos.” He centered himself, preparing for what she might throw at him. Then they were moving, and he had to dance his way out of a fall as she yanked on his leg, forced to step back in order to try and regain balance. He tried to jump, to avoid her swinging legs, though he wasn’t fast enough to act, his left receiving most of the blow as he went down. Despite the pain flaring in his ankle, Tommy rolled into a crouch and was quick to get back up, shifting his weight and going for a low punch as he got back within range. 

“They did shut you up, didn’t they? Hm, maybe it was enjoyable for more than just the main reason then.” Ale couldn’t help but smirk a little, throwing him a wink before she slipped back into her poker face. She couldn’t afford to get distracted again. When they sparred, Tommy showed no mercy, just as she would’ve wanted to be, but her ego couldn’t take getting knocked on her butt again and neither could the bruises that were probably already forming. “I’m not being petty, I’m being confident.” Her eyes never left his body, waiting and watching to react to any movement he might make. 

It always amazed Ale how a session could go from them creeping around in a near silent circle, to them sparring and going for each other with as much energy and strength they could muster. Tommy had the height and muscle on his side, but Ale’s agility and stamina were her best assets. Her punches might not have been as strong as his, but they had just as much drive behind them. Dancing out of the way of his fist as he swung for a low punch, she winced as it caught on her way to the side. If anything, it spurred her on and she acted quickly, grabbing his wrist and turning herself into him, one leg swinging out to knock his other hand away before she dropped, landing on him and knocking him to the floor and out of his crouch. “Give up yet, Hawkins?” Of course, the other thing Ale had on her side, was her willingness to play a little dirty. Grinding her hips over his, only then did Ale allow herself a little smirk, her body tilting slightly to give him a better view of her cleavage in her sports bra. “Or maybe now?”

It was beginning to become a rather dull and expected process Emira found, to be handed off to another pirate each time the former were sent off the island for one reason or another which she was of course never privy to. Out of all her captors, she’d had a few who’d amused and intrigued her more than others, and some who she had simply manipulated and used for her own ends. Which left her slightly curious as to what it would be like with this new one. When one of the quiet males who appeared to be working in the canteen kitchen had approached her that morning, she’d found herself a little confounded. Apparently her new keeper was too busy to track her down herself. Emira couldn’t decide if that meant this one thought very highly of themselves, or were the kind of busy bee too involved with everyone else’s lives to put their own in order. 

Crossing the beach to the villa she had been given directions to, the Turk tried not to go into this first interaction in a poor mood. Though as she had spotted her fiancee with that very blonde she hated and were trying to pry him away from the day before, she was still partly sulking about it. Feeling as if she was just another arm piece, not a crown princess of great beauty and brains who deserved attention and love. Finding the pirate on the outside, as if expecting her, was another surprise. As were realizing they had indeed spoken before. However the brunette was well practiced at hiding her emotions and gave little away as she met the others stare with a level one of her own. “Yes, Alejandra I believe it was.” She replied calmly, her mind spinning though. Now this had potential. Stepping over the threshold, Emira slid her bare feet out of her sandals and moved further in, fairly sure Alejandra intended to follow behind her. The comment made her smile, one of those tainted with playful mischief which she did not bother to disguise. “So what you’re saying is it out to make me feel special? But you know ‘anything stupid’ is a fairly general description. I’d need a more detailed one, and perhaps you ought to consider what the consequences might be.” Out of all her captors, only one had dared to put his hands on her and answer bad attitude with serious action. She did wonder if that would continue to be true. And partly, hope that it would not. 

“It is, but everyone calls me Ale, so just Ale is fine.” In truth, very few people called her by her full name, Nej used to every so often, mainly when she was being an idiot but apart from her parents, very few people had ever made the effort when the girl so clearly preferred the shortened version. Closing the door behind the princess as she entered the villa, Ale moved across to stand more centrally in the living room. “Well, you’re the only one I didn’t think would irritate me to the point that I’d kick you out and you are far better looking than the others anyway.” Smirking a little, the Latina shrugged. “Don’t trash the place, don’t piss me off, the usual things that would make me regret letting you live here.” 

Ale’s head tilted to the side a little as she looked at the girl. There was an air around Emira that called to some part of the Venezuelan that she hadn’t recognised for a long time. Maybe it was the obvious cheekiness, possible flirtation, but there was something that didn’t irritate Ale, but it made her want to act. “The consequences will be decided on a case by case basis, but why do I have the feeling you have some preferred consequences in mind? Do you make a habit of pushing people to those sort of limits, Emira?”

Opening her front door, Ale looked out at the view, something she liked to do every so often. Sitting on the top step, she simply took a minute to take everything in, a moment of quiet before something else happened. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, Ale looked towards it, nodding towards the girl. “Emira, we met in the gym, correct?” Standing once more, the Latina waved her hand towards the door. “Come in, take your shoes off. You’re the first royal I’ve let stay here so don’t do anything stupid to make me regret it.” @naughtyxprincessemira

❣ - What calms your muse down?

“Exercise, running, boxing, anything I can work out my anger or issues into. Sex, alcohol and swimming.”