grapefruit, flavour of the day and rocky road with malt and fresh peaches and pineapple
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Wasting Time
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: fugacious, Grapefruit #13: down the drain, Rocky Road #11: inn/hotel
Toppings/Extras: malt, fresh peaches, fresh pineapple
Wordcount: 620
Summary: Jacob Graham is leaving in the morning.
Notes: Fugacious: Fleeting. Grapefruit PFAH: Jacob : in the veil of darkness of blackest night. Peaches: For some, feelings are stronger than any sense of reason. Pineapple: Fare thee well/ My own true love/ Farwell for a while/ I’m going away/ But I’ll be back/ Though I go 10,000 miles.-‘10,000 Miles’, Mary Chapin Carpenter.
His fingers brushed against her jaw, following the bone up towards her ear as their lips met. They tucked into the thick roots of her glossy black hair and ran around to the back of her skull, cradling the base of it
Every breath felt short and sweet to Camila. Short and sweet-but tense. They only had one night before he left, and who knew when he’d be back?
Her own hand moved to the back of his neck. Their kiss broke.
“Maybe I should walk ‘ee home,” he said, face still close to hers. His wide eyes blazed brightly despite the fact it was the middle of the night and the only light came from a dimming lantern in a nearby window-the window to the ground floor of one of the many portside inns of St Augustine, this one called El Colgado. Camila turned her face away slightly as a troupe of sailors trampled by to one side-they wouldn’t recognise her but she was nervous all the same.
People were already talking enough about her suspected liaisons with a mysterious Englishman.
“Maybe,” she said, her hands slipping down his arms and holding tightly onto his wrists. That meant no, please no, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye…
Jacob swallowed.
“We can’t ‘ang around here all night,” he mumbled.
“No,” Camila replied. Her richly tanned hands tightened even more around his lean wrists for a moment before she loosened her grip and let go of him entirely. She glanced up at the front of the inn. It looked warm and inviting inside.
It felt like mere days ago that she had first met the unkempt pirate. Already it was time for him to leave. It was so unfair.
He’d made her happier than she’d been for a long time.
She took a deep breath to slacken the tight coils of emotion in her chest, pulling every taut cord gently into place, and tried to think clearly. She was a teenager, she knew-and according to her brother she was a very silly little girl. But who cared what he thought? Who cared what anyone thought?
“Are they expecting you back at the ship?” she asked. Jacob shrugged half-heartedly.
“Nobody takes much notice where anyone is until we have to go.”
Pulling her cloak tighter around herself for a moment, Camila allowed herself one more moment for hesitation. One more moment for decorum and responsibility.
Then she smiled.
They’d already done every kind of fooling around there was, anyway. She was ruined no matter what the rules said strictly counted as ruination. Ruined for other men, ruined for marriage. Ruined for being a dowdy farm girl who did what she was told every second of every day. She was sick of being bored. She wanted to be reckless.
When it came to recklessness, there was nobody better than Jacob Graham.
She kissed him again: a short, impassioned, hearty buss on the lips.
They’d already wasted too much time.
Grasping him by the hips, she grinned at the lightning bolts in his eyes. He always became so pleasantly giddy and animated when she touched him. Jacob smiled back and then wrapped her in his arms, kissing her on her cheek, the soft place beneath her ear, down her neck. Camila laughed and squirmed and then shoved him quite violently, glancing around with a demure purse of the lips.
“Inside,” she said, trying not to let her lips twitch into too wide a smile.
“Inside,” Jacob repeated. He offered her his arm in a parody of gentlemanliness and she took it. His opposite hand landed over her fingers curled around the warm crock of his elbow and it felt nice.
Title: Wasting Time
Rating: G
Challenge: FOTD: fugacious, Grapefruit #13: down the drain, Rocky Road #11: inn/hotel
Toppings/Extras: malt, fresh peaches, fresh pineapple
Wordcount: 620
Summary: Jacob Graham is leaving in the morning.
Notes: Fugacious: Fleeting. Grapefruit PFAH: Jacob : in the veil of darkness of blackest night. Peaches: For some, feelings are stronger than any sense of reason. Pineapple: Fare thee well/ My own true love/ Farwell for a while/ I’m going away/ But I’ll be back/ Though I go 10,000 miles.-‘10,000 Miles’, Mary Chapin Carpenter.
His fingers brushed against her jaw, following the bone up towards her ear as their lips met. They tucked into the thick roots of her glossy black hair and ran around to the back of her skull, cradling the base of it
Every breath felt short and sweet to Camila. Short and sweet-but tense. They only had one night before he left, and who knew when he’d be back?
Her own hand moved to the back of his neck. Their kiss broke.
“Maybe I should walk ‘ee home,” he said, face still close to hers. His wide eyes blazed brightly despite the fact it was the middle of the night and the only light came from a dimming lantern in a nearby window-the window to the ground floor of one of the many portside inns of St Augustine, this one called El Colgado. Camila turned her face away slightly as a troupe of sailors trampled by to one side-they wouldn’t recognise her but she was nervous all the same.
People were already talking enough about her suspected liaisons with a mysterious Englishman.
“Maybe,” she said, her hands slipping down his arms and holding tightly onto his wrists. That meant no, please no, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye…
Jacob swallowed.
“We can’t ‘ang around here all night,” he mumbled.
“No,” Camila replied. Her richly tanned hands tightened even more around his lean wrists for a moment before she loosened her grip and let go of him entirely. She glanced up at the front of the inn. It looked warm and inviting inside.
It felt like mere days ago that she had first met the unkempt pirate. Already it was time for him to leave. It was so unfair.
He’d made her happier than she’d been for a long time.
She took a deep breath to slacken the tight coils of emotion in her chest, pulling every taut cord gently into place, and tried to think clearly. She was a teenager, she knew-and according to her brother she was a very silly little girl. But who cared what he thought? Who cared what anyone thought?
“Are they expecting you back at the ship?” she asked. Jacob shrugged half-heartedly.
“Nobody takes much notice where anyone is until we have to go.”
Pulling her cloak tighter around herself for a moment, Camila allowed herself one more moment for hesitation. One more moment for decorum and responsibility.
Then she smiled.
They’d already done every kind of fooling around there was, anyway. She was ruined no matter what the rules said strictly counted as ruination. Ruined for other men, ruined for marriage. Ruined for being a dowdy farm girl who did what she was told every second of every day. She was sick of being bored. She wanted to be reckless.
When it came to recklessness, there was nobody better than Jacob Graham.
She kissed him again: a short, impassioned, hearty buss on the lips.
They’d already wasted too much time.
Grasping him by the hips, she grinned at the lightning bolts in his eyes. He always became so pleasantly giddy and animated when she touched him. Jacob smiled back and then wrapped her in his arms, kissing her on her cheek, the soft place beneath her ear, down her neck. Camila laughed and squirmed and then shoved him quite violently, glancing around with a demure purse of the lips.
“Inside,” she said, trying not to let her lips twitch into too wide a smile.
“Inside,” Jacob repeated. He offered her his arm in a parody of gentlemanliness and she took it. His opposite hand landed over her fingers curled around the warm crock of his elbow and it felt nice.