#i... dont know either

The Pirate smirks. “Not just a precious Ruby,” he tells you, face coated in soft yellows by the glow of the fireplace. “The most precious one.”

His eyes twinkle, because he knows just how corny it sounds. And even if you huff, and shake your head in disappointment, you can barely hide the smile that comes unwilled to your lips. “You are terrible,” you tell him.

And he laughs, head thrown back. “Come now, peach, it’s so late,” he says, stretching like a cat in the plush armchair. “I’ll come up with something better on the morrow.”

You sit next to him, your legs dangling over the large arm of the purple chair he always favors. “Something better is the only thing you can come up with,” you tell him, grinning devilishly. He grins right back. You know he loves when you tease him. “That was so bad there really isn’t any other way than up.”

The Pirate moves like a snake. You blink, and here you are on his lap, his hands firm on your waist. “Tell you what,” he says, and you bite your lip at the darkening of his pupils. “I’ll make it up to you tonight instead.”

You lift an eyebrow, even as a shiver runs down your back. “Oh? How so?”