Talking Like Pirates
Light fingers, heavy with the plunder of their trade, traced a tender path across the harsh angles of her body. Too long the King, now, for a lady’s elegant curves; too long at sea for much softness at all.
“I don’t love you,” she breathed, as though an adulteress’s heart didn’t beat, red as sin, in her chest. “I won’t count the days ’til your return.”
“Ah. Then we understand each other, eh?” Jack’s glittering smile touched naught but his eyes, and when he kissed her again, slow and aching, the truth was a mere whisper on his lips. “Pirate…”
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho! :)