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Dec 28, 2010 21:59

She should have known that it was far too good to last for long and that her disguise wasn't good enough to last for long either. There was only so much on could do to disguise being a girl. Certainly she chest was strapped down and her curly hair tucked into a cap and she had long since swapped her skirts for britches. But there was no disguising ( Read more... )

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/takes liberties with history. also I really want to watch Pirates of the Caribbean now. :| agentalmondmilk December 29 2010, 06:39:25 UTC
The clunk of heavy boots on the floor followed the opening of the door - though all the same the sound was a little lighter than Pasha might have expected.

Perhaps she had also expected the captain of this ship to be a man, but the figure in the door was fairly obviously a feminine one, dressed all in pitch black, shirt and coat and breeches and boots, blonde hair tied at the nape of her neck. She was young - older than Pasha by at least a decade, but younger than the grizzled and harsh men who made up her crew. Her skin was weather-tanned, and there were a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth, but it was not difficult to imagine she might have been some young eligible maiden at one time, perhaps a highborn lady ( ... )

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agentalmondmilk January 13 2011, 19:51:09 UTC
No, it wasn't exactly the most morally upright option in the world, but surely Pasha had to have realized what she was getting into when she'd offered to do anything for Alex. Those small hands tightening in the fabric of her shirt made her moan again, softly; impatiently, she moved to shed her jacket, letting it fall aside. And then she was nudging Pasha toward the large, luxurious bed, pushing her down onto it.

She paused for a moment herself, only to shed her boots; and then she smiled just a little and reached up to let her hair down, loosening the tie that had held it in place, letting it spill around her shoulders. Like this she looked softer, feminine.

"You didn't answer my question," she murmured, sinking onto the edge of the bed and leaning in to kiss Pasha's neck, shivering with the surge of desire through her just from that. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

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mr_chekov January 13 2011, 20:19:51 UTC
Pasha tended to just, not think of those things, she was still a little naive to the ways to the world despite her travels, she had always shied away from talking of 'male things' as she called them. She blinked as she felt herself sit down on the bed. How had she gotten back over by the bed? But then again, she didn't really know what she was thinking, this was a very very bad idea. This woman was not a good woman, she was a pirate for goodness sake, as she forced herself to remember.

But as a little shiver ran down the length of her spine at the kisses on her neck she couldn't stop the thoughts from flying out of her head. It had always been the same, it was far too distracting for her to concentrate properly. "Y-Yes, I hawe." She answered this time with a small gasp.

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agentalmondmilk January 13 2011, 20:33:57 UTC
Alex would have argued there was no such thing as a good person - there were just people. And right now, Alex was just a woman who needed this. Other considerations had been pushed aside.

Pasha's admission surprised her, and for a moment she straightened up to look her in the eyes, a little startled. And then she smiled, and laughed very softly. "Then this won't be new to you. Good."

She returned to kissing and suckling on her neck, one hand tugging on Pasha's shirt, pulling it up enough that she could slip her fingers underneath and just touch, feel her skin. Her hand continued further upward, stroking slowly with slim, rough fingers, until she brushed against the strips of fabric Pasha had been using to bind her breasts. She smiled just a little into the curve of her neck at that. That wouldn't do at all. At least for the moment, they were both women here.

"Undress for me," she commanded quietly, sitting up to give Pasha room.

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mr_chekov January 13 2011, 21:19:05 UTC
The feeling of those calloused fingers on her skin and her mouth at her neck was intoxicating, making her crave more touches. She didn't like being laughed at, she rather hated it in fact but she couldn't help the little thrill that went through her at the surprised look. Nobody expected it from sweet looking girls, they always seemed so good. In truth she gained a little amusement at being so scandalous, her mother would kill her but at least she was having an adventure along the way ( ... )

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