"I see," she said, her voice having dropped an octave, but her tone was low enough to heard. "Still up for some plundering then?" she asked, a knowing glint in her eye.
River felt her eyelids fall shut as he neared her, finding herself drawn in by sight and scent of his lust. Oh, she'd heard the stories of Captain Jack Sparrow, it was a name to be found in history records for years to come. She'd sought him out like some kind of tourist, here to see the sights, to relive the days when pirates were bound by sea and not out amongst the stars.
He cupped her cheek then kissed her much more chastely than one might expect from him. Of course, he had ideas rattling around in his head that were decidedly less than chaste.
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"Well, we're both unpredictable, dangerous and the only reason you get any pleasure out of life," she said with a wicked little grin.
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"But what would you say to... refreshing my memory?"
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