Make Believe (Teddy/Rosamund)
Title: Make Believe
Characters/Pairings: Teddy Groves/Rosamund (OC); Teddy/Andrew Gillette friendship
Rating: R
Summary: Ted visits Rosamund in Tortuga, in the Lustful Lips, the brothel she owns.
Make Believe
“And what, pray, would you offer in exchange for your life?” She asks, only slightly out of breath as the tip of her sword grazes the naked skin of the man’s neck.
“Anything.” He gasps. “I-I have money.”
The mirrors covered in fine satin reflect her ringing laugh. She looks down at him with a victorious smile and a strange mixture of malice and mischief in her eyes.
“Oh no, Monsieur. I have no use for your money.”
“But…” He looks frightened now, glancing from left to right in the lavishly decorated, sparingly lit room, not quite daring to look up at the flaming red hair surrounding an elegant face. “What else could you want?”
The silence is almost tangible as she leans down slightly with a smile. When she finally speaks her voice is deep and husky, promising pleasures unheard of.
“You.”
His expression shows a quick succession of surprise, defiance and surrender. He hangs his head slightly and closes his eyes as if he was ashamed of his cowardly response.
“I’m yours… body and soul. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours complete-” There’s a slight chuckle, his lips curl dangerously but he suppresses it quickly and continues. “Completely. I am your must humble ser-”
“Words, words, nothing but words.” She interrupts almost angrily just as his voice breaks with suppressed laughter again. She pulls the sword away from his neck and runs a long finger along the blade. “Prove it.”
Before she knows it he jumps up from the ground and pulls her into a searing kiss. She lets him invade her mouth but it’s only a semblance of dominance she allows him. She frowns slightly as he suddenly smiles into the kiss and whispers against his lips in a low, warning voice.
“Teddy.” But his smile just turns into open laughter at that. “Teddy, you’re spoiling it again.” She tries to act angry but the man’s infectious laughter gets hold of her too and she lets go completely of the game they have been playing.
“I’m sorry, Rosey. I just…”
“Ah, never mind, sweety. You weren’t good at it anyway, you gave in too quickly.”
“Aw, but who could resist your irresistible charms?”
“Good point.” She pushes him on the bed, sitting astride his hips. “Now, Mr Groves…”
“Captain,” he interrupts, but she just rolls her eyes and teasingly licks his salt-kissed neck. The quickness with which he flips her over, unbuckling belts, untying laces, tickles her vanity. He only slows down when they’re both naked. He takes his time exploring her body and for the briefest of moments she’s grateful for the dark hiding any imperfections cruel time might have left on her. But soon pleasure drives these thoughts from her mind as Teddy drives her closer and closer to white bliss.
Not for the first time she thinks he would have been excellent in the trade, being such a marvellous lover. Not now, of course, it’s too late for that, his sharp features are those of a man in his prime, not the androgynous freshness of a young boy - even if his eyes shine with boyish mischief more often than not. She shivers in desire as he drives into her yearning body over and over again and soon she’s trembling with release, pulling him down into the depths too. He falls back on the bad, breathing deeply, his eyes a shade or two darker than usual and she has no idea what he’s thinking.
“I should go,” he finally says, though she can tell he hates going back to Port Royal. This is new, he always liked returning to his friends, and she can’t help but ask.
“Where’s that handsome redhead of yours? Haven’t seen him around lately.”
It was the wrong thing to say, she can tell by the sudden death of his small smile. He gets out of bed and pulls his clothes back on with quick efficacy. Silent minutes pass slowly and by the time he speaks again she has almost given up on an answer.
“He’s dead.” His voice is harder than steel. “There was a storm.”
“You cannot control nature, Ted,” she tries soothingly.
“We always try, though, don’t we, Rosamund?” He looks at her with sharp eyes, watching her features harden with shocked anger - it makes her look several years older than she wants everyone to believe she is. He hangs his head and takes a deep breath, trying to claim back his carefree nature.
“When are my services required again?” He offers a slightly forced smile.
“Isn’t that something I should be asking?” She looks tired and old, and it scares him, he has never seen her like that before, he never thought she could be anything but glamorous wrapped tightly in her air of lost freshness.
“Please, there’s only so much pretence I can take one day.” He smiles tightly, leaving a heavy purse discreetly on the table as he walks out the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own Potc, but Rosamund is mine.
Characters/Pairings: Teddy Groves/Rosamund (OC); Teddy/Andrew Gillette friendship
Rating: R
Summary: Ted visits Rosamund in Tortuga, in the Lustful Lips, the brothel she owns.
Make Believe
“And what, pray, would you offer in exchange for your life?” She asks, only slightly out of breath as the tip of her sword grazes the naked skin of the man’s neck.
“Anything.” He gasps. “I-I have money.”
The mirrors covered in fine satin reflect her ringing laugh. She looks down at him with a victorious smile and a strange mixture of malice and mischief in her eyes.
“Oh no, Monsieur. I have no use for your money.”
“But…” He looks frightened now, glancing from left to right in the lavishly decorated, sparingly lit room, not quite daring to look up at the flaming red hair surrounding an elegant face. “What else could you want?”
The silence is almost tangible as she leans down slightly with a smile. When she finally speaks her voice is deep and husky, promising pleasures unheard of.
“You.”
His expression shows a quick succession of surprise, defiance and surrender. He hangs his head slightly and closes his eyes as if he was ashamed of his cowardly response.
“I’m yours… body and soul. Take me. Claim me. Make me yours complete-” There’s a slight chuckle, his lips curl dangerously but he suppresses it quickly and continues. “Completely. I am your must humble ser-”
“Words, words, nothing but words.” She interrupts almost angrily just as his voice breaks with suppressed laughter again. She pulls the sword away from his neck and runs a long finger along the blade. “Prove it.”
Before she knows it he jumps up from the ground and pulls her into a searing kiss. She lets him invade her mouth but it’s only a semblance of dominance she allows him. She frowns slightly as he suddenly smiles into the kiss and whispers against his lips in a low, warning voice.
“Teddy.” But his smile just turns into open laughter at that. “Teddy, you’re spoiling it again.” She tries to act angry but the man’s infectious laughter gets hold of her too and she lets go completely of the game they have been playing.
“I’m sorry, Rosey. I just…”
“Ah, never mind, sweety. You weren’t good at it anyway, you gave in too quickly.”
“Aw, but who could resist your irresistible charms?”
“Good point.” She pushes him on the bed, sitting astride his hips. “Now, Mr Groves…”
“Captain,” he interrupts, but she just rolls her eyes and teasingly licks his salt-kissed neck. The quickness with which he flips her over, unbuckling belts, untying laces, tickles her vanity. He only slows down when they’re both naked. He takes his time exploring her body and for the briefest of moments she’s grateful for the dark hiding any imperfections cruel time might have left on her. But soon pleasure drives these thoughts from her mind as Teddy drives her closer and closer to white bliss.
Not for the first time she thinks he would have been excellent in the trade, being such a marvellous lover. Not now, of course, it’s too late for that, his sharp features are those of a man in his prime, not the androgynous freshness of a young boy - even if his eyes shine with boyish mischief more often than not. She shivers in desire as he drives into her yearning body over and over again and soon she’s trembling with release, pulling him down into the depths too. He falls back on the bad, breathing deeply, his eyes a shade or two darker than usual and she has no idea what he’s thinking.
“I should go,” he finally says, though she can tell he hates going back to Port Royal. This is new, he always liked returning to his friends, and she can’t help but ask.
“Where’s that handsome redhead of yours? Haven’t seen him around lately.”
It was the wrong thing to say, she can tell by the sudden death of his small smile. He gets out of bed and pulls his clothes back on with quick efficacy. Silent minutes pass slowly and by the time he speaks again she has almost given up on an answer.
“He’s dead.” His voice is harder than steel. “There was a storm.”
“You cannot control nature, Ted,” she tries soothingly.
“We always try, though, don’t we, Rosamund?” He looks at her with sharp eyes, watching her features harden with shocked anger - it makes her look several years older than she wants everyone to believe she is. He hangs his head and takes a deep breath, trying to claim back his carefree nature.
“When are my services required again?” He offers a slightly forced smile.
“Isn’t that something I should be asking?” She looks tired and old, and it scares him, he has never seen her like that before, he never thought she could be anything but glamorous wrapped tightly in her air of lost freshness.
“Please, there’s only so much pretence I can take one day.” He smiles tightly, leaving a heavy purse discreetly on the table as he walks out the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own Potc, but Rosamund is mine.