ACE PILOT.

with each and every touch, one’s spine shudders into complete submission of the other, – almost dropping in an act of weakness against the hardwood underneath. still looking up at her counterpart, there’s a glint in visions that mimic innocence, but not quite. her body exhales a chuckle at the other’s suggestion, finding a comfort in the gentle tug on her own hair. teeth gently tease along a bottom lip, eyes never gazing away from the other’s features.  ‘  not really.  ’  it’s all honesty that feeds the inquiry, in a hushed tone, that is before the woman continues, –  ‘  do you want me to be good ?  ’  

1. HOT AND STEAMY :  @inscnus.

the queen and the vagabond were no strangers to arguments whether physical or verbal. it was like a game for the two that neither were able to refuse to become part of. some ended in an apology and some ended in an interrogation by the rest of the crew. silent prayer uttered that the latter would not occur this time for the argument had reached greater heights than before. personal insults thrown out to cause pain as fingers were pointed, fists were thrown. as much as the two would vehemently deny that either derived enjoyment from the bouts, the auburn haired woman’s response to the climax of this particularly destructive argument certainly argued otherwise. “i fucking hate you.” exclamation lost all power as feverish kiss was pressed against his lips, arms ascended and encircled the vagabond’s neck. aggression unleashed upon him as teeth grazed against his lower lip, laughter following as though pleased with her actions as lips parted. “you deserved that.”

21. THEN THERE’S TONGUE :  @sortamaliicious.

exquisite ballroom filled to the brim with socialites, businessmen and political figures. a prime opportunity for the fakes to cause a little havoc. well planned heist that required countless hours and a lot of focus for even the smallest mistake could throw the plan off. a wealthy businessman had been the intended target. fearless leader had apparently overhead chatter about some diamonds that were meant to be auctioned at the event. it would have gone without an error had the redhead not been tasked as the distraction alongside the vagabond. a stressed voice boomed into the earpiece hidden by tendrils of curled hair – geoff had fucked up. all he had to do was steal the security access badge from the gentleman in question and yet, he had managed to ruin even the easiest of tasks. “honey, there you are! we have to go, unfortunately. something urgent has happened.” voice raised several octaves as the auburn haired woman pressed into the frame of the gentleman, head canted upward to offer a smile as hand wrapped around forearm and tugged. 

once the two were at the bustling bar, expression shifted to one of seriousness. “he lost track of the tar-..” voice trailed as azure hues locked onto the individual in question who strode across the marble to the same location in which the two stood. luckily, geoff had followed (although quite a few steps behind). “you’re getting your distraction, geoffrey. get ready to steal it and disappear.” without a moment of further contemplation or consideration for the vagabond’s feelings about the distraction, a hand wrapped around his neck. with the assistance of the stilettos that adorned her feet, jack was able to apply a kiss to his lips. it had been little more than a peck at first but desire to cause a significant distraction blurred morality and consequence as it became more heated. fingers clutched at pale flesh beneath as tongue traced softly against the gentleman’s lower lip as eyelids fluttered to a close.

‘   - mhm,  ’  it’s barely audible, far too in a haze to look over at the other, - hands, almost, shaking as they grip onto the railing. inhale, exhale. but, one’s words caused a while, a quiet laugh.  ‘   thank you, jack.   ’  it brought along reassurance, - a calmness that the woman embraces. even if it’s for only a minute. ‘   but, – what if i can’t do it ? what if i let you down ? the crew ?   ’ the inquires, they lace themselves with anxiety, as a look, one that mimicked worry, is given towards the opposing redhead.

  watching the law like watching nothing but birds scrambling ,      thick rimmed specs were gradually removed,  snapped shut  &  replaced with a spare pair of sunglasses for all the poetic justice of it being absolutely idiotic,  but he was never one to miss conforming to the theme of the evening.  “ let them know you’ve a geriatric on board,  maybe they’ll bugger off.  ”   head tipping back with lashes falling heavy behind blackened glass,  it’s uttered below groggy tones,   BEMUSED  but made entirely light in the buoyancy of a fleeting huff.    “ or perhaps they’ll ram us, I’ll bust a hip  and  fall into the ocean. ”

       ‘   – — can’t tell if that the look you’re giving me is supposed to scare me, – or arouse me.   ’

     a gentle exhale. plump lips moving ever-so lightly against soft, pale skin - leaving a more recognized mark against the other’s knee. fingertips teasing among thighs, eager.  her own knees reddening from the carpet placed underneath, - one didn’t mind, though. the only fabrics covering the phoenix, - lingerie, made to please a partner. tonight, she toyed with with the idea of indulgence, knees on the floor, in the hands of a beloved pilot.  ‘  am i, – being too good for you ?  ’  it’s questioned in a hushed tone, now looking up at the woman, blinking innocently, as a smirk teased itself against features.