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Sir Jacob Frye (derailedatrain) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Oh so many ways, my dearest Bryn." He half purred after pulling from that kiss. He'd taken his time to enjoy it, of course, but there was hardly any fun in kissing her when he couldn't properly get his hands on her. Her soft curves under his hands and in his arms, her lips against his, there was hardly a better way to pass an afternoon. There was another but it seemed that their pirate captain was busy with other things and they would have to make do with just each other. "But most of those ways include trapping you against the floor on your belly while I got between your legs. A fun time, to be certain, but hardly creative. And I've never known you to just lie back and take anything without challenge."

Jacob took a step back from her and the machine, then another, holding his hands up so she could see that he was just as unarmed as she was. "Of course, I understand if it feels too much of a challenge. A man who looks like this," he paused just a moment to untuck his shirt and undo another button before he pulled it off over his head, exposing his bare chest. "Can seem intimidating. You can forfeit now and I promise we can head back to my bed instead, no questions asked and no hard feelings." His smirk suddenly turned wolfish as he looked her over again. "Well, no negative feelings anyway."