Henry Bishop

“Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray. South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio...”

He was right, if he harmed a hair on her head - outside of a friendly sparring match, either her dad or Miles would have his head. “Could be a fun experiment though.” she hummed gently, watching the prince with hazel eyes. “Good luck with that, but pray tell, what’s my fate if you manage to get off this island? Death? Imprisonment? You’re own personal slave?” she teased as her lips moved along his jaw lightly.

She watched as his shirt was pulled over his head and the pirate had to admit the stint in the army had done the Prince wonders in terms of muscle. His kisses were hard, rough, full is loathing and desire; a moan drawn from her lips as he bit her bottom lip harshly. Breaking their recent kiss, she yanked her own shirt over her head lightly.

“When I manage to get off this island...” Henry quickly correct before smirking, “Oh so that’s what you’re aiming for? To be my own personal slave?” He asked, his smirk growing a bit wider in amusement.

Sophia rolled her eyes at the other. “We both know that’s not true. All the girls always want to be with Mr. America.” She teased. “I’m sure they’re full of compliments. He’s so handsome. Look at that dashing scruff. And those arms.” Sophia feigned fanning her face before chuckling. “We’ll fail everywhere but with fail like royalty at least.” She offered before actually laughing at the idea. “Oh yes, make sure it’s your letterman and then I can wear your class ring around my neck like in all the movies.”

“All the girls?” Henry snorted, “Most women think I’m a neanderthal who can’t string a bunch of words together and thinks only about war. Which is completely correct but still.” He teased back, “I do have nice arms.” He nodded before grinning, “I actually do have a letterman jacket back at home...”

Sophia rolled her eyes and shoved the man. “You don’t loser.” She replied before chuckling. “True, but deep down there might be a bit of a good personality in you. Like a diamond in the rough.” Sophia caught the other’s gaze and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s the thought that counts right? Or like the effort that counts? Either way I’m not terribly romantic myself so expected some failures from me as well.” Taking his hand, Sophia chuckled softly. “Aren’t I supposed to casually forget my sweatshirt so you offer yours and then you suffer in the cold but I have a remnant of what you smell like and it turns all romantic because I forget to give it back to you?”

“A diamond in the rough, huh?” Henry smirked, “That’s like the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He joked as they continued to walk, “So we’ll just be failing all over the place? I mean, I don’t hate it.” At the mention of her forgotten sweatshirt, he laughed as he shook his head, “Oh don’t worry I’ll bring an extra one. That way you can wear it and let all the ladies know that I’m spoken for. Is that what you want?” He asked, obviously teasing her.

Sophia chuckled. “I’ve been with women. But I’m typically more attracted to men. Mainly ones that don’t complain a lot and actually do things and have a personality.” She replied with a shrug of her shoulders before smirking. “Sounds incredibly romantic. I didn’t know you had that in you. I’m starting to see an even newer side of the Henry Bishop.”

“Women eh?” Henry grinned, being the immature male he was as he nudged her playfully. “How do I get in on that action?” He teased before laughing, shaking his head as she mentioned what she was attractive to. “Welp, I’m out of the running then. I’ve got a pretty shitty personality.” He joked before turning to face her, “I wouldn’t call it incredibly romantic. But I mean, if we’re going to get married and shit. I might as well put some effort into us. Don’t get your hopes up. I’ll probably fail more then I succeed.” He said, moving to take her hand before starting to walk with her again. “You should bring a sweatshirt tonight. It gets cold on the beach.”

“Yes defenceless royals - because I end up on my back because some royal is defenceless.” She wasn’t stupid, there were a lot of Prince’s who had served in their armies because it was what was expected of them. Henry was one of them, military trained, intelligent, a positively lethal combination as shown by her own knife against her throat. She wasn’t stupid enough to completely underestimate his peers. “It might not serve a purpose, but it would be one less Tulach for you to have to watch out for or deal with.” Of course he’d realised what she was up too, and her breath caught as he moved closer, his new position making it near impossible to flip him.

She let out a breath she hadn’t even realised she was holding as the knife was tossed to the side, but she didn’t even turn her head to look at it. Her attention hyper focused on the royal who had her pinned to her floor. As his thumb ran along her bottom lip, she gasped lightly and as his lips found hers, she moaned gently against them.

“You and I both know that you could easily dispose of almost all of the royals currently on this island...” Henry pointed out, meeting her gaze as he gave her a cocky smile. “I honestly doubt that if I killed you right now, that the rest of the Tulach family would allow me to live.” He pointed out, “Don’t worry..” He trailed off, “I’m going to get off this island. I’m just biding my time until I do.”

“Yes you’re eyes. I’m sure you’ve seen them in the mirror.” She teased before chuckling. “You’re not a pretty boy. They’re not really my type anyway.” Sophia hummed and then rolled her eyes with a grin. “Bigger is always better and that actually sounds nice. It’d be a nice kind of escape from this madness.”

“Oh really?” Henry smirked, raising an eyebrow over at Sophia. “And what is your type exactly? Don’t tell me you’re into women or something. That would be a total let down.” He teased before laughing, “Alright then. It could be fun. I wouldn’t mind some time away from all these fucking pirates. I’ll even get us something to cook or something. It’ll be romantic.”

Sophia rolled her eyes at the other. “Your eyes are. The rest of you.” She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “But you’ve got those pretty boy eyes.” She teased, taking his hand and sliding the ring on slowly. “Yours are smaller. And I’ve never actually been camping outside of my backyard.”

“My eyes?” He snickered, shaking his head before laughing. “I guess I’ll accept that. Better then being a total pretty boy.” Henry shrugged, “Just because yours are bigger, doesn’t mean they’re better.” He nodded before grinning again, “Want to go camping on the beach tonight? I’ll set everything up.”

“Oh it’s those pretty eyes of yours, they give it right away.” Sophia teased before looking down at the ring. It didn’t look terrible. “Of course. Us Canadians are terrifying creatures you know. We come from the lands of bears and wolves and moose.”

“Pretty eyes?” Henry smirked, “I don’t think there is anything pretty about me, darlin’.” He teased, handing her a ring and his hand for her to do the same thing. “I’m pretty sure America also has bears and wolves and moose. But I’ll let you have this one. You ever been camping before?”