The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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Which she did on her first win at the game, based upon stragedy and observation. Now, he had to take off the article of clothing of her choice. Fifteen ticks of a clock later, she was regretting it. He was still pulling out cards, borrowed priest ropes...sketches. Books which were unapprorpiate.
"Stop, stop," she commanded. He raised an eyebrow. "I do believe you have too many fraudulent tricks to know which to cheat with."
"Won't need to cheat," Jack said, his head tilted. He always seemed so sure, knowing, even when he (seemed) to speak nonsense. She wasn't going to get flustered, wasn't going to get angry. (or feel a twinge of guilt for her past misdeeds.) She was a captain herself after all.
"Well, you don't need to cheat to be be...to lose," she said, chosing her words with detachment.
She took his hat too. Another thirty ticks. She applied the same priniciple she applied to his clothes.
Elizabeth took no prisoners. She was gambling for his ship, for his crew, and for treasure. For a very important reason, more important than he could imagine. It was only a matter of finding where he hid the gold. God, he was losing badly.
It was then, as his clothes came off...and off...and there were more articles...then there were very few articles of clothing left.
"You're losing on purpose," she said, outloud and suddenly as the thought had come to her. He watched her steadily, and it seemed that blushing was not under her command.
"If that can be called losing," he mused. "I see you've won another-."
"No," she said. "No. I won't win by you...giving it to me," she said.
"You lose more than you win, in this game. But that makes the winning more worth it," he said, standing up. She averted her eyes while he put back on his numerous, silly articles of clothing that she had no interest in.
"Lovely. You've made me lose the money for my child. I thank you very much, Jack, I do."
She turned around, to go out the door and down to the boat against the dock.
"You don't want that boat."
She looked over her shoulder, watching his dark eyes for a hint. Obviously it was a trick. "You don't want me to take that boat. For a reason. Or should I..."
He shrugged and picked up a key to the chains. "You're getting paranoid, love."
Suddenly, how it was played, made her want to take the key from him. She got up close, and he took a deep breath, his eyes draw towards her despite himself.
"I just know you too well," she said. "You must get tired of those who don't..."
"You do want to leave with something, don't you?"
She moved closer, closer, eyes on his lips, and moved her hand towards his wrist. "One very small, simple thing." She brushed the inside of his wrist, lighlty.
"For a kiss?"
There was...some sacrifice to be made. "For what?"
"What you want. Kiss me and I'll give you what you need."
She was always willing to step up to the challenge. She pressed her lips against his, and she wanted...she remembered years ago, and even though he was so...she kept kissing him because she wanted it to be a good kiss he couldn't cheat at. That was all.
Jack stepped away first, smiling at her expression. "Nothing better than a hat, in that case," he said, and tossed his randomly on the floor. She gaped at him as he pushed by. "And you know, you won that. I need the key to get off this rock."
"Then do that," she said, as lightly as she could. She listened to him leave and went over to the hat, in order to stomp it. On first stomp--she heard the odd echo, and the sound of a metallic key fall to the ground.
Elizabeth knelt down and pulled on the floorboards--to see the treasure lying underneath her feet. A burst of dizzying relief and warmth swept over her.
She smiled her first real smile in years.
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