potc100 Drabble Number 5
Barbossa’s heart, blood, breath, world stopped in that moment. He was so close to Elisabeth's lips he could see only her, even if he could not feel her sweet breath against his cheek. In his mind's eye, he leaned just a blonde hair closer, melding burning lips to hers and from that point, consummation, swift, rough, passionate consummation of his desperate and long overdue lust (once the curse was lifted, that is).
He was singularly stunned after the blood undone, the curse was still upon them, and the lusty lass (Pirate Wench?) had been plundered from under his very nose.
****
He was singularly stunned after the blood undone, the curse was still upon them, and the lusty lass (Pirate Wench?) had been plundered from under his very nose.
****