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Nov 25, 2020 15:36:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 15:36:19 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
No doubt there were stories to go with every scar and tattoo on his body, as some looked... well, unusual in modern society. But no one said a sailor's life was easy. No, it would be a violent and dangerous world. For a number of reasons. Even more so when you factors in that he was actually a pirate.... But details. Better left for another day, when they were more interested in words, rather then actions.
Bjorn thoroughly enjoyed her reaction to his threat. He moved just a little, so that she could sit up to try and struggle with the zipper, but to his own surprise she actually seemed to give up. His eyebrows raised in mild surprise. Then a slow, wicked grin. You didn't have to ask him twice. While he'd denied her a great many times that day, he was in a very giving mood today. What the lady asked for, she got. "Your wish is my command," He breathed, leaned forward to kiss her while his hands moved to the back of her dress. Where the zipper she'd tried to reach was. It took a moment, to find the edge of that zipper, but once he did, he grabbed it with both hands and pulled hard. He didn't pull away from kissing her as the sound of the zipper and fabric tearing broke the tense silence of the room. He pushed the dress off her shoulders, breaking the kiss only to leave a trail of kisses from her neck, down her shoulder and to her collar bone. His hands, of course, were still working on getting this stubborn dress off her, made far more difficult by her position on the bed and the dress' form fit. But he was very determined, yanking hard to rip the fabric if it ever got to stubborn to release her on it's own. He really had wanted to leave the dress in one piece... Or at least two, for easy mending. But he wasn't in a patient mood.
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Nov 25, 2020 15:53:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 15:53:34 GMT -7
Normally Deva would have considered the waste of ruining a garment for the sake of speed. Normally she would have wormed her way out of the constrictions she'd set for herself. However, this wasn't normal since the patience she usually had and considered part of the anticipation was gone. They'd done the patience and building of anticipation over the course of several weeks and even for her there had to be a limit to how long she could wait. Considering the game they'd been playing was trying very hard to reach a conclusion she wasn't trying to stall or wait any longer. It was time for the grand finale and she lost all patience. She was pretty sure that had been left at home, along with a change of clothes she should have anticipated needing.
She wasn't quite sure what she'd been expected when she suggested he could rip the dress of her body but the fact he actually managed possibly wasn't it. For a very short moment she saw in stunned silence as she felt the cool air hit the skin on her back but it didn't last. She'd never been that attracted to a man before or so completely impressed by such a violent action. Her breath caught in her throat as his trail of kisses started to travel her body. She groaned slightly in a mix of delight and frustration. She wanted more but everything he gave was amazing. There would be nothing left of the dress but that was fine by her. She wanted him a lot more than she wanted the dress in one piece. She pulled herself against him, partially because she needed the physical contact badly but also because it would hopefully make it easier for him to finish the murder he was committing on her dress. She wrapped her legs around him, almost hoisting herself off the bed to be closer to him. There was no denying that she wanted him. She whispered in his ear as he trailed his butterfly kisses across her skin. "You have no idea how sexy that was... how sexy you are right now...." The whisper came out rather hoarse and full of desire but she barely cared. All she wanted was him, no clothes and plenty of time on the bed until they passed out from exhaustion.
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Nov 25, 2020 16:21:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 16:21:41 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
That pesky dress was, mostly, out of the way. And Bjorn finally leaned back, to soak her in. God above, it almost took his breath away. She was beautiful, a fact that he'd known the moment he set eyes on her. But god was she beautiful. How had he gotten so lucky? He knew beautiful women, but Deva was different. She may have thought he was being dramatic or embellishing too much when he compared her to the Northern Lights, but it was all truth, a truth that was solidified in this moment. When she called him ripping the dress sexy, and him, he chuckled softly, leaning towards her to kiss her again.
-we getting some fading action. Just know they had a lot of pent up emotions and frustration so it was a while.-
It was worth the wait. Deva was worth the wait. Heaven above, he would have waited an eternity for just a moment of this time. He would have waited an eternity for her. Bjorn had never felt this strongly for someone before. Never felt such a strong... connection. On so many levels. The light had begun to fade, dusk approaching, but Bjorn didn't move. Didn't dare disturb the beautiful angel in his arms. He lay on his back, staring up at the darkening wooden ceiling, Deva's head on his shoulder as he gently stroked her hair with one hand. Maybe he'd gotten a little too rough, but she hadn't told him to stop. There were a few moments when he'd had to remind her to breath though. But now, it was calm, peaceful. The fading sun had also brought a chill to the ship, and his cabin. Though there were spells that could be cast to warm the cabin, Bjorn had pulled the blankets up around them, not daring to leave her side yet to perform those spells. No, those could wait. For now, he was content with the beauty in his arms. "So... what was that about disappointing you?" He spoke softly, just in case she had fallen asleep. If she was still awake though, he just couldn't help but mention that little jab she'd made at him when they'd first met.
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Nov 25, 2020 16:38:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 16:38:31 GMT -7
Deva wasn't normally affected by the swing and sway of a ship in motion, but this wasn't normal. She was dizzy and her head was still spinning. The room was still spinning. It was possibly hours and considering the light of day was fading it was actually rather likely that it had indeed been hours. Deva had been tempted to pinch herself just to see if she was awake but that had proved quite unneeded. No matter how polite and gentle he'd been on their first meeting, he wasn't quite as gentle in the bedroom. Not by a long shot, although Deva definitively didn't mind that. She wasn't fragile and hated to be treated as such. Still, her mind had been blown completely and she was still trying to shape any cohesive thoughts in her mind. It mostly kept going in circles over the event of the last few hours and waves of dizziness. She couldn't stop smiling though.
It was starting to get a bit chilly but between the warmth of his body and the warmth the blankets provided she was still very much fine. She couldn't hope to doze off yet, far too much had happened in far too short a period of time. Not to mention that she was finally close to him like both of them had wanted to be. She didn't want to sleep and miss out on the moment. She wanted to enjoy every last second of the very limited time they had together. She turned her head as she spoke to her, smiling despite herself. "I think you misunderstood." She said, although it was far more mumbling than properly talking. "I was worried you'd end up being the one to get disappointed." She managed to lift a free hand to softly touch his face, still amazed at how lucky she was to have ended up in this situation. She managed (with some effort) to lean towards him just enough to give him a quick kiss. "I'm still dizzy though." She said, laughing softly to herself. "Is it always like this on a ship?" She asked him curiously. She'd expected it to be a bit calmer in the harbour but with the muffled noise from outside it was all together possible they were missing out on a bit of a storm. She wouldn't trade it for the world though. She propped herself up a little bit and looked out over the dress she'd worn when she'd arrived. That was a problem for tomorow, although it didn't really look like even mending would be able to fix it properly. She smiled and laughed softly. "I guess we both lost patience in the end." She said softly but everything in her voice and body language spelled out that she was happy. This day had been perfect and she hoped it was just the first of many yet to come.
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Nov 25, 2020 17:03:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 17:03:00 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
Bjorn was used to the rocking of the ship. At any degree. Even a storm would barely phase him. He'd grown up on the ship, and was used to it's swaying. Though, when it was airborne the ship did little swaying like this. The winds could be quite violent though. If anything when the ship was flying, the "rocking" was worse. Again though, Bjorn was born for this life style. Though, he'd never had sex on the ship before. That was new. He didn't bring women on board. Deva was a rare exception. But no doubt she was still recovering. And, since she'd mentioned not being a sea in some time, no doubt her sea legs were a little rusty. Though... He hadn't helped much in that regard. It would be alright though. They kept a healthy supply of motion sickness potions on board because even the most seasoned pirate had an off day every once in a while. He'd have to fetch her one. Once he managed to leave her arms.
So, she was awake. He tilted his head forward to gaze down at her as she responded, smiling softly. "I knew the moment I met you that you wouldn't disappoint me. You've far surpassed all my expectations." He leaned his head forward, to make it a little easier as she tried to kiss him, before laying his head back down on the pillow, his hand resuming it's stroking of her hair. "You're the most stunning woman I've ever met."
He would have been content to stay here all night. Like this. He closed his eyes, as if to do exactly that, when she mentioned the ship, and being dizzy. He opened his eyes and focused on the rocking. Feeling and timing the waves. Focusing on how the ship swayed. No, she was on to something. This wasn't normal for port. The waves were too violent. Though, they were barely noticeable to him, he knew port wouldn't rock the ship nearly this much. Not unless a heavy storm had blown in. But if that were the case, he would hear the wind beating on the glass panes of his windows. Bjorn's cabin was one of the only ones with windows. He turned his head, to stare meticulously at the windows for any sign of a storm. Nothing, just the fading sun. Though something still didn't feel right. Deva had spoken again, something about "patience" but he as too focused on what was off. Carefully, he pulled away from her, lifting her up just enough to slide out from under her, then set her back down on the bed. He slid to the edge of the bed and rolled to his feet. His body felt sore, exhausted from earlier, but he was a man on a mission right now. While he hadn't been able to properly see out the windows laying down, he could now. And he frowned.
Lotten wouldn't.... No, he knew better. She would. Just to spite him. There, off in the distance was a fading island on the horizon. Hy-Brasil. "The ship is moving." He finally said, only saying it out loud for her own benefit. Then, he moved, quickly retrieving his jeans and sliding into them and slipped his shoes back on. It was a bit of a rush job, and he didn't even bother finding his shirt, but he had to get to the bottom of this. What the hell was Lotten thinking? The ship was enchanted, to prevent apparition on, or off. Which meant... Away from port if you were on the ship you stayed on. He leaned over the bed and Deva, kissing her softly on the forehead. "I'll bring you something for the dizziness. Excuse me while I track down that troublemaking sister of mine."
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Nov 25, 2020 17:40:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 17:40:25 GMT -7
Well that was quite something. She'd not only met but actually surpassed his expectations. That was a good thing. It was just a little challenging to think with the ship rocking as much as it did. Perhaps it had something to do with the size. The ones she'd been on with her family had obviously been significantly smaller since it was a far smaller crew. Mostly just her, her parents and at times her aunt and uncles. Sometimes her cousins joined but most of them were not very keen on being stuck at sea. Maybe the ship just rocked more because it was bigger? It didn't really matter all that much, considering she was still swimming in the words he'd told her. The most stunning woman he'd ever met. Now that had to be some sort of achievement.
Bjorn had gotten distracted somewhere along the line. She noticed the change in his demeanor, although it took her quite a while to figure out that it meant something was off. Well, something other than her brain. She just looked at him, distracted because she was far too busy with admiring him to consider what it meant that the captain of the ship seemed to think something was off. She heard him say that the ship was moving, but she didn't realise at first that he meant more than just rocking on the waves. That part hit her the moment that he started to get dressed. The ship was moving.... and she was on board. Considering he hadn't left her side at all after they'd boarded that made absolutely no sense. Why would the ship be moving? Had his sister made that call? Didn't she realise that there was a stowaway on board? Deva blinked a few times, sitting up as the next wave of dizzines washed over her. She probably just needed some sugar or something. They'd used quite a bit of energy after all. She glanced at the remains of the dress for a moment but there was nothing worth salvaging for now.
He kissed her forehead and she smiled. "Don't worry about the dizzy. It'll pass." She said softly before he rushed off to track his sister. And still the implications hadn't sank in. She grabbed his shirt, tossing it over herself to at least be a little covered while she picked up her wand and looked at the dress a moment. "Not now." She told the garment before walking over to the bookshelves. If he was out, she might as well browse his bookshelf a little bit. But as she read the backs of the bound volumes there was a thought itching in her mind. Bjorn had rushed the entire crew back towards the UK to see her. Why hadn't he just taken leave and apparated himself off? There were quite a few risks making a jump of a moving vehicle, yes. It was a possible explanation. Still, there were other options. She could imagine that vessels could be protected from undesired boarding, especially in trade. If somebody could come in to steal the produce it could be somewhat of a disaster.
Wait.
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Hold up....
Could she even leave?
As the thought struck her like lightning the faintness she felt had nothing to do with everything Bjorn had done to and with her. It was the realisation that she could possibly not leave. She could well be stuck on a ship filled with strangers and no way to get off. The idea was more than a little terrifying. She was supposed to have coffee with her parents tomorrow, although that was mostly to discuss a recovery path surrounding the job and the burn out. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. Her eyes searched the room in a half panic trying to reason a way out. That was when she spotted the bottle. That was a perfect idea though. Take the edge off. She resolutely walked over and popped the cork of the bottle, not caring what exactly it was. It smelled strong and was clearly intended for consumption. Good. She took quite a large drink from the bottle and kidnapped it over to the bed, where she sat down, pale as a sheet, to contemplate what she should do. Probably first ask if she could get off. But for that she needed Bjorn to be back. She just hoped he'd hurry back before the bottle was empty... and it was going empty fast.
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Nov 25, 2020 18:07:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 18:07:33 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
Bjorn was not happy. Lotten, the she-devil, had ordered the crew to set sail while he was busy. She was a good first mate, one he trusted with his life. But boy could she test his patience sometimes. No doubt she knew Bjorn and his lady friend were in his cabin. No, she'd probably heard she was in charge and gone with it, to hell with the consequences. Lotten was far more impulsive then Bjorn. He left his cabin quickly, though reluctantly. He didn't want to sort out her shenanigans right now. He wanted to be in bed, with the most beautiful woman alive. But no, he had to sort out this mess first. When he unlocked the door to his cabin the hustle and bustle of the ship could be faintly heard, the spell disengaging.
Bjorn spotted one of the crew first. Not in the mood for games, he grabbed the man, shoving him against the wall. "Where is she?" He hissed. The crewmate immediately pointed down the hall, knowing exactly who Bjorn was looking for and not wanting to get in the way. Bjorn had a fierce reputation. Any captain on a ship had to inspire both fear and respect. But they weren't mere sailors. They were, though Deva didn't know, pirates. And that meant any sign of weakness he showed could be exploited. No, Bjorn commanded their respect and fear. The only one that could truly stand up to him was Lotten. Being first mate gave her quite a bit of leeway, as did being his sister. She was the only one that could get away with this sort of stunt unscathed, though Bjorn was very tempted to teach her a lesson as he stalked down the corridor. Still dressed in only his jeans, the cold air as he reached the deck didn't even phase him. Bjorn was a northerner by blood. The cold didn't bother him nearly as much as others. And there was Lotten, the smug brat.
Quite the yelling match followed, thought thankfully in Norwegian so the crew didn't understand the feuding siblings. Lotten, saying he shouldn't have changed their course and her getting them back on track. Him reminding her that there was a civilian on board. Lotten telling him he should have considered that when he brought her on. It was a losing battle. While they could turn, and force their way back to Hy-Brasil, it would waste even more time. Lotten at least had plotted a course to make up for the time Bjorn had already wasted going to see Deva in the first time. If he tried to divert them back now it could cost them. Bjorn hated admitting Lotten was right. But he also hated when she asked him what the crew might think if he diverted their course a second time for a woman.
And so, his first mate won this battle. But he wouldn't forget it. He headed back to his cabin, making sure to stop by the kitchen on the way to grab a potion. He entered his cabin, quickly finding Deva sitting on the edge of the bed with a bottle of liquor she must have found, looking quite pale. Well, the alcohol wouldn't help her motion sickness. He let out a sigh, closing and locking the door behind him. He crossed to the bed, sitting beside her and reaching out for the bottle, taking it and replacing it with the potion. "Drink that first." How was he supposed to tell her? He ran a hair through his hair. "I'm sorry. I'll take you home in the morning, I promise." They'd reach their first destination then... as long as there weren't any storms.
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Nov 25, 2020 18:30:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 18:30:05 GMT -7
There was yelling outside, although Deva didn't pay it much attention. She had other things on her mind and it was in a foreign language either way. They'd left port with her on board. Not quite the most comforting train of thought to have boarded. She remembered complaints from her father now that there were still pirates sailing the waters of the world, stealing and plundering at all. Her dad had never liked rule breakers and had never really liked Rhys. He would surely be worried sick if he knew she was on a trade ship out on open water. He was rather overprotective, that was true but she hadn't considered the option she ever would actually get in trouble. Definitively not trouble on this scale. And she was supposed to see them for coffee tomorrow.
Things got quiet again outside, or as quiet as could be expected. Deva took that as a sign that Bjorn had dealt with whatever it was. Still, the bottle was draining fast. He got back to the cabin and replaced the alcohol with a potion that did not look appealing in the slightest. On the bright side the shock of it all had settled the part where she was dizzy from their exercise. On the flipside she was going to be drunk as a sailor if she kept on drinking without anything in her stomach. That thought was sobering enough. She looked down at the bottle in her hand as he promised to take her home in the morning. That.... wasn't what she wanted at all. She looked up sharply. "Bjorn.... are you saying that I can't get off the ship?" She said it with a deceptively calm voice. She had no trouble with being here, she didn't mind not being able to get off but her thoughts were confused and distorted and she didn't want to leave his side yet. She shook her head slightly and walked over the windows, placing the potion on the desk and hugging her arms to her sides as she tried to clear her head. It was just so full and this was not the kind of situation she was supposed to be in. It wouldn't do her much good when she was supposed to be recovering from stress, not getting more of it. She wasn't ready to say goodbye yet.
She took a very deep breath and then walked back to Bjorn, smiling slightly as she sat down on his lap. "No." She said stubbornly. This time she had no intentions of losing the battle. "I'm not ready to go home yet. I'll just contact my boss tomorrow and decided to take a small vacation to reduce my stress levels. I'll also have to contact my dad to let him know I'm not coming for coffee or he'll worry. I don't want him to assemble a squad or aurors to go looking for me thinking I've been kidnapped." Even though it was technically speaking true. She then sighed to release a bit of tension she'd been holding in and smiled a small smile again before leaning in to kiss him. "I need more than just half a day. Besides, I think I'm completely safe with you around." She said with a playful teasing undertone and the familiar spark in her eyes. "As long as we don't encounter any pirates on the way I'm sure the Captain wouldn't object too much to having me on board just a little longer, would he?" She asked innocently. She knew how he was going to make this up to her, ripping her from her home without any kind of warning (even though it hadn't technically been his fault). He was going to make it up to her by not forcing her to leave so soon after reuniting with him again. If he forced her to leave in the morning she'd be well and truly heartbroken.
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Nov 25, 2020 19:56:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2020 19:56:35 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
This was not how Bjorn had imagined "kidnapping" her. No, in his mind it would have been far more romantic and planned. At the very least he would have at least ensured she had an overnight bag with some spare clothing. That... would have to be sorted out. His clothing would drown her, and Lotten probably wouldn't be too keen on sharing. Considering this was entirely her fault however, it was the least she could do. He'd have to talk to her later. At least to get Deva something to wear tonight and tomorrow morning. THough... He couldn't help but eye how good she looked in his shirt. Yes, absolutely drowned her, but good nonetheless. God, what the hell had they gotten into? No doubt his crew had felt emboldened since he was onboard. They wouldn't have pulled this mutinous act if he'd just gotten a room on Hy-Brasil.
Deva didn't drink the potion he handed her, instead she seemed to still be trying to understand the situation, before looking at him and asking that question. "Technically speaking...." He started, though realized halfway though speaking joking probably wasn't the best course of action. He cleared his throat. "Not by magical means." The 'technically' meant you could still jump off, if desired, though it wasn't advisable. They were sailing north. The waters were already turning colder then the waters of England. At least she'd sounded calm. For now. How she processed the information would decide if she remained calm or not. Maybe he should hand her the alcohol back...
After an agonizing moment of watching her stand by the window, she moved back to him, sitting on his lap. Immediately Bjorn reached out to wrap his arms around his waist and hold her there. No. That's what she said. He raised an eyebrow. He didn't have to ask her to continue though, as she soon started to explain herself. Both his eyebrows raised then, surprised. That surprise soon turned into a grin. She wanted to stay, despite the.. unfortunate situation they'd found themselves in. He tightened his arms around her waist. "Those aurors may have a hard time finding you, even if they did try. We're in international waters now." The Ministry would have no jurisdiction out here, a fact Bjorn was very well aware of. Though, as she mentioned pirated, his grin widened a touch. Oh, she still had no idea. She thought this was a honest trading vessel. "I doubt any pirates would come near us." For a number of reasons. One, they were pirates themselves. Two, most pirates knew about the infamous ship and wouldn't mess with them. And third... well, that would be a fun surprise for her here soon. He unwrapped one of his arms to reach up and tuck a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, then place his hand against her cheek. "Are you certain?"
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Nov 26, 2020 2:56:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 2:56:05 GMT -7
It was in part his starting as if he was going to make a joke that put her at ease, even though that joke was discarded. This probably wasn't quite the time for it anyway. They had other things on their minds, worries and concerns. She wasn't supposed to still be on board when the ship departed but she wasn't sure when that was supposed to have been to begin with. Now that she was here she wasn't that keen on leaving either, especially with the fact she technically could. It suggested something drastic like jumping off the ship. Long distance apparation was hardly safe and quite a bit more difficult than on short distance, which added to her reasons for not being keen on trying to escape her unplanned kidnapping. She nodded as he mentioned not by magical means and shrugged slightly. "It'll be fine." She said, having complete and utter faith in him. She was probably insane since she barely knew him and had technically ended up kidnapped and held (partially) against her will. Not so much because she wanted to leave but far more because she couldn't have left if she wanted to.
Her reaction seemed to surprise him a little bit. Good. She liked surprising him a little bit and she figured it was in a good way this time. At least the expression on his face looked rather happy and pleased. He must have wanted her to stay, which was a good thing. The point he made about the aurors was true, although Deva knew that wouldn't stop her father (or uncles for that matter). "I know." She said with a shrug. "But since my dad and both his brothers are aurors and my mother is a lawyer I'm sure they could figure out who does have the required jurisdiction and get aid from them in retrieving me from the hands of my kidnappers. I'd rather avoid that since it feels like a whole lot of ado about nothing." She pulled a bit of a face as she imagined her parents being stressed out over the fact she'd been late for coffee. Her dad was the worst of the two but it made sense. They both regularly spotted the worst of humanity. Not that her parents would be a threat to him, since he was just a trade captain (yeah right).
He doubted that pirates would come near them, which brought her both a sense of comfort and a certain degree of curiosity. Why not? Did he have a reputation for being able to defend well against them? It wouldn't surprise her since most of his crew she'd seen looked tough and hardened. She figured that he probably looked and carried himself the same way when interacting with his crew but she hadn't seen it.All she had seen was a kind and caring gentleman, when he'd wanted to be. Otherwise he was passionate but he'd never done anything to intimidate her or make her feel threatened. She had a feeling that it was probably a different treatment from most people. "Are you sure they won't attack? I don't think I'd be much use in a fight and I wouldn't want you to have to worry about me." She'd never been that good in combat related magic and had dropped it for her last years. She had never been equipped to join the family line of aurors and didn't have the desire to become a lawyer. She'd found her own path, but it was a safe one most of the time.
She sighed contently for a second as he asked if she was sure. She nodded and smiled, standing up from his lap for half a second, keeping her arms around him, and sat back down, straddling him this time. "Oh I'm very certain. Every moment I spent with you is worth my while and I'd be a fool to let it be cut short." She said it softly as she leaned in to kiss him again. She didn't care they were sailing. The crew hadn't bothered to retrieve their captain to sail out and he had clearly stated he was not to be disturbed. It was time to make use of their time. She smiled and grabbed the bottle that she'd already half finished with a joyous expression on her face. "Care to join me for a private party, Captain?" She asked him with a flirty and devious little smile on her face. She could do with more fun, although she was pretty sure she'd barely be able to walk by tomorrow. If nothing else it'd be because she was sore from highly intense exercise her body wasn't quite used to.
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Nov 26, 2020 10:45:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 10:45:10 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
Deva trusted him way too much. Not necessarily a bad thing, Bjorn felt quite happy that she trusted him right now. But it reminded him that her trust was a bit misplaced. Because there were things about him that she didn't know. Perhaps someday she'd learn those secrets...
It took a lot to not laugh at Deva's admittance that, quite a few of her family was not just law-abiding but the law. Aurors and lawyers. Of course they were. Of course he was falling for a girl with strong law authority ties. What were the chances of that? Though he didn't laugh, he couldn't help an almost smug smirk. "I don't know. Could be fun to see how long we can evade them. By the time they caught up you'd have fallen for your kidnapper and never want to go home." It wouldn't be the first time he'd had someone on his tail. Magical Interpol could be quite determined whenever they caught up with Bjorn, but he'd managed to outsmart them after a few days.
He traced circles on her waist as she spoke of pirates again. This would be a bit tricky, if she kept pushing it. But, Bjorn was prepared. Half truths, or distractions, were always the best policy when trying to get away with a lie. Though, she hadn't technically asked if they were pirates themselves, so he didn't have to lie at all. "You're quite safe here. With me." He paused for a moment, deciding it would be best to give her something to reassure her. "I'll show you when it's time." Lotten would wait until they were further out before implementing their.... other enchantments. And Bjorn realized he wanted Deva to see it for the first time. To see her reaction.
He loosened his grip on her waist as she stood up. There was a moment when he felt a tug of frustration. Where was she going? Though, that frustration was put to rest as she sat back down, straddling him. His hands immediately moved her her waist again, holding her tight. Her words were sweet like honey. She kissed him, and he leaned into it, though broke the kiss as one thought crossed his mind. "How long?" He had to know. How long did he have this beauty? He'd have to take her back eventually, but how long did she think she could get off work to stay? How long would this beautiful, though unplanned, adventure last?
His grin broadened as her hand disappeared past his sight, only to return with the bottle he'd taken from her and discarded on the bed, asking him to join a private party. He let go of her waist with one hand to uncork the bottle. "Gladly." He tossed the cork onto the bed and reached for the bottle she was holding to take a long sip. She'd already drank quite a bit. Was that why she was so calm about the unintentional kidnapping? He held it back out to her. Who needed glasses?
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Nov 26, 2020 14:10:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 14:10:14 GMT -7
It was probably somewhat amusing to him for some reason that half her family were aurors. It was rather typical, she was aware. Her father and brothers were like the three musketeers of the ministry. It was kind of silly. His idea of playing with dodging law enforcement and see how long they could keep up the evasion was unsettling in a way. How was he not bothered by the idea that aurors could possibly chase him. She was just a little bit confused, although what he said about the falling for her kidnapper and never wanting to go home amused her quite a bit. "I don't know. I don't think I'm into Lotten all that much. I prefer her brother." She teased, since it hadn't exactly been his idea to run away with her, unless it was a hidden agenda she wasn't aware of. She looked at him a little curiously. "You're not worried?" Most people didn't really want to risk getting on the wrong side of the law but obviously the idea didn't really bother him. She was equal parts impressed and confused by that. Maybe she shouldn't press it? Or should she? She shook herself a little bit. "But if you're calling yourself the kidnapper it's a little too late already." She wasn't going to blatantly say it, but she was thinking it. She had already fallen and didn't want to go home, yet she knew she had obligations that kept her from running away with him on a whim.
He reassured her she was safe in case of pirates and well, she believed him. She believed he'd do whatever he could in order to protect her. She was rather curious what it meant when he said he'd show her. What was it that he had that was supposed to keep her safe? She was very curious, although she wasn't quite sure what to expect. She smiled slightly and giggled as she thought about old pirate films she'd seen. "Can I have a gun? Or a sword? Or both?!" She was mostly joking of course since she didn't actually know how to handle any weapons but the idea of looking cool while wielding pretty much anything amused her enough to ask. Her weapon of choice was a knitting needle at best, or just a regular needle really. She wasn't perfect at sowing but she did it from time to time as a hobby. She could fix most problems in terms of clothes. Although she had to admit the dress was perhaps somewhat beyond her current skillset.
When he asked how long it was pretty much the question she wasn't sure she had an answer to. She furrowed her brow for just a moment. "I can probably do two weeks at least. I was supposed to have two weeks off anyway to relax before easing back into work. I could possibly get a wee bit more if I ask nicely though. I haven't had any vacation days used yet this year." It was possible that was part of the problem but if that meant she had more time now it'd all be worth it in the end. It was interesting to see where this journey would take them. It seemed like it would either be delights that burned out fast and violently. But it was also easily possible that this was going to be something that would be with her for the rest of her life. She hoped the second, in which case this would be one intense kind of start to their story. "How long would you like me to stay?" She asked him curiously. She wondered how long it would be before he grew tired of having her around on the ship and taking up his personal space. It would probably take a bit longer than the time to get to the first possible port but that didn't mean that it wouldn't happen eventually.
And there was her favourite word again. She didn't know why but every time that word came out of his mouth she grew fonder and fonder of him. She watched him drink with a smile. At first, she was just watching him take a drink but then her eyes explored and she once again had her attention drawn to the various tattoos on his body. She'd been rather occupied earlier with their interaction.Now she had a slightly different addled brain, but her attention actually had time to be on the tattoos this time. She traced one of her fingers across the compass on his chest as he was drinking. It was beautiful. "Do you have more?" She asked, although her eyes were on his body rather than the bottle. She just longed to have more of him. She needed it, but wasn't fully sure how to get enough of him to be satisfied for longer than a short while. While she knew she had time now it seemed like it was always going to be too short. How could she make sure she'd never lose him?
@bjorn
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Nov 26, 2020 14:54:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 14:54:12 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
While he wouldn't admit it, Bjorn was positive he could evade British Aurors for quite some time. While he dealt with local authorities from time to time, he usually was dealing with Interpol, as they could chase him past borders. As such, Aurors weren't that worrisome. If he really tried... Well, let's just say he could ensure they weren't caught for quite some time. If she wanted him to, of course. "As captain, her actions are mine. While she might have been the one to cause this situation, I also take the blame. Thus, making me your kidnapper." It was only a bit of a joke, as it was quite true. He would be blamed for Lotten's actions in most situations. Simply because he was captain. He took the blame for most things that happened on the ship. "Worried?" He thought for a moment. No, he wasn't. She might not like that answer though, or get a little suspicious. "What have I to worry when I have you near? For nothing can scare me short of losing you."
Though, Bjorn was worried about one thing. Not pirates. Interpol. They normally left him alone unless they were already on his trail and he had a crime they were after him for. They were the only ones that would be bold enough to strike the ship while at sea. If they could find it. If that were to happen, he would ensure her safety. Whatever might happen. As she asked for a gun or sword he laughed. "We're more sophisticated than that. But I'm sure we could find something for you." Of course he wasn't going to give her a gun or sword, even if there was a fight. That would just be asking for trouble.
Two weeks. That was her answer. His gaze grew a little intense. Just two weeks. Was that long enough? Could he be satisfied with two weeks? Yes. Yes he could, because he'd take whatever time she gave him. But two weeks... Two weeks of bliss like this? He moved a hand from her waist once more, to press his palm against her cheek once more, He was silent for a moment, just soaking her in and those words. Finally he moved his hand to the back of the neck to pull her in for a long, deep kiss. "As long as I can have you." Perhaps she'd get bored of ship life. Or she'd long for the shore. He'd take whatever time she'd give him.
Deva'd already gotten quite a start on the drinking, so he didn't feel bad about taking another long chug after his first. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers against his chest, on the compass tattoo. He lowered the bottle after she spoke. He wasn't sure if she meant the booze, or tattoos, but considering he had the bottle... She must be referring to the tattoos. "There's the one on my back." That was the only one he could think of that she might not have seen when they'd been completely naked earlier. There were two large pieces on his chest, then a few smaller ones. The one on his back was by far the largest though. A remnant from his quidditch days. It took up half his back. The piece incorporated both the logo of the professional Norwegian team he'd played on, and quite a bit of beater symbols. The position he'd played. While he didn't play now, he'd used to be good. Good enough to play professionally before deciding to stay in the family business. "If you mean booze though, plenty." What was a pirate ship without plenty go alcohol?
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Nov 26, 2020 15:51:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2020 15:51:29 GMT -7
She smiled. There was something far too alluring about the way he was being about this situation. She cursed her tendency to fall for bad boys, even though she had no idea up to which level he could count as one. He wasn't bad for her, he just sounded like the kind of guy that enjoyed playing with the rules and downright breaking them when he felt like that. It went against pretty much everything she grew up with and drove her utterly mad, since he was just so attractive and perfect in every way. Had he worried excessively she wouldn't actually have found him quite as attractive as she did now. It was almost like nothing could touch him, as if he was above the troubles of the world as long as she didn't create them for him. Now there she was, metnally swooning while every fiber of her being was protesting his unlawful behaviour. She forced herself not to jump him for it. Encouraging bad behaviour wasn't a good idea. His words did the trick though. He was expertly dodging actually answering which could mean he didn't want her to know he was worried, yet he wasn't tense at all and showed not a single sign of discomfort. No worries then. Now that made her want him again.
He said that they'd find her something to defend herself with. She had her wand of course but well, the idea of other weapons amused her, although she asked more to tease than any conviction she was capable of using them. She wasn't a hero or a warrior. She enforced rules, enjoyed cleaning and making puzzles. She was trying to learn sowing and generally led a very quiet and uneventful life. It seemed his life was quite different, as he was willing to invite the challenge of running from the law to keep her longer. "I'll try to get word to my parents then. While you might find the idea of running from the law amusing I will not be responsible for getting you in trouble." She said, not realising just how impossible that could prove to be for her. Without any intentions to do so, she could get him in a world of trouble.
When he said he wanted her around as long as possible she smiled and instantly resolved to try and make it three weeks. It had to be possible considering she hadn't taken any sort of a break for almost a year. She liked her job a lot and generally didn't need vacations all that much, but that had changed upon meeting him. If she could be here with him for three weeks she'd take that over two any day. Yet when he kissed her deeply and passionately again any sort of resolve not to take at least a little advantage of the situation completely disappeared. She would stay here on the ship with him, even if it hadn't exactly been her intention leaving home that morning. "I'll try for three. If I don't get those I'm afraid my work calls me back. I can always see if they'll allow me to work from home for a while. If that's possible I could see about doing the paperwork from here for the last week. It would keep me busy enough to be out of the way of both you and the crew for most of the day." If he kept her beyond that point it would start to actually count as kidnapping, even though she still wouldn't mind. She only really objected to the idea he'd get in trouble for it. It was hard not to forgive him for not wanting to let her go without a fight when she wanted him as much as she did. She almost resented having grown up with the rules as much as she had. It would have been so much easier to break them for him. To call in sick when she was supposed to go back to work in order to spend more time with him.....
The buzz of the alcohol wasn't quite there yet. She wanted it to be, but it'd take a little bit longer. Besides, it was unlikely that Bjorn was anywhere near intoxicated and she wasn't planning on getting completely wasted while he was still as sober as possible. Still, her eyes traces the tattoo as he mentioned one on his back. She climbed a little further forward on his lap to peek over his shoulders at his back. It was complex but beautiful, just like he was complex and handsome. She leaned back to look at him again. She smiled slightly as she ran one hand over his back. "Is that a quidditch tattoo?" She asked him curiously. She wondered if he really liked the sport or if he'd used to play. Had injuries forced him to the ground or had he simply decided he'd rather be on the sea? It was quite intrigueing. She'd seen the other tattoos as well. She smiled as he mentioned there was more booze and giggled in delight as she lightly hopped back on her feet and searched for more bottles in the room. The rest of them were not quite as obviously in plain sight. "If we want this to be fair you'll probably need to drink quite a bit in order to get on my level within the next... twenty or so minutes." She said thoughtfully. She'd kind of been panic drinking when she started off and when that hit it was going to make her very entertaining to be around, even though she got slightly more prone to things such as falling over. "And after that some drunken tales on your tattoos would be amazing. In return for each tale you can ask me anything and I'll probably be drunk enough to answer whatever you ask truthfully so make the questions good." It was one way to get to know each other.
She figured that he wouldn't have gotten the tattoos without a reason, adding some form of tale to at least the reason he'd chosen them would allow them to get to know each other better. Since she had no tattoos of her own to tell stories about she figured liberty to ask questions she might ordinary have been too shy to anwer seemed like a fair trade. Then again, perhaps the alcohol was already starting to kick in. Not that she was going back on her suggestion. She trusted him completely, and even if that was the most foolish choice she'd ever made, she was going to stick to it. If she was doomed they'd gotten far beyond the point of no return by now.
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Nov 27, 2020 0:50:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2020 0:50:56 GMT -7
October 20, 2025 @deva
Deva kept talking about her family. While it was endearing, as Bjorn himself also felt close to his own family, it wasn't exactly the more romantic of subjects. In fact, it was quite the opposite. As her family would probably be quite scandalized if they knew about him, his reputation, and the fact that he'd unintentionally just kidnapped their daughter. He supposed, depending on how things went, he'd have to make amends with her parents some day. Though that was a thought for another time. As was her talking about sending them a message so they wouldn't worry. He tightened his grip on her, smirking. "I think I'm already in plenty trouble because of you, I wouldn't mind a little more." He paused momentarily. "You can sort out your parents later, do you really want to waste this wonderful night worrying about them?"
She was changing her answer. First it had been two weeks. A glorious two weeks. Short, but he'd take it. Now though... She was discussing seeing if she could arrange three. It was endearing, how she rambled a touch once she got onto a train of thought. First her family. Now her work. Almost as if she had to vocalize her thoughts to work them out. He entangled his fingers in her hair as she spoke, only half paying attention to her words, the other half focused on her dark locks, twirling them between his fingers. "I can't promise I'd let you focus on work much. You're quite distracting, and ship life can be lonesome. " As he only half listened though, his own thoughts were at work. "If they would let you, I'm sure we could make it work. However long I can have you, I'll take." This particular trip was going to be quite interesting, he realized. Different then any other expedition they'd set out on. Immediately he realized he would have to speak with Lotten in private later tonight or in the morning. They'd have to implement some... precautions.
He shifted just a little, so it would be easier for her to lean over his shoulder and see the tattoo he'd mentioned, chugging the rest of the bottle as she finished her examination. "It is," he answered as he set the now empty bottle on the bed. He leaned back onto his elbows after she'd hopped off his lap and started to search his cabin. "Back in Norway. I played professionally after graduation for a few years." It wasn't a secret. She could easy find his name on the old rosters. His time professionally playing had been short however, as the call of his family's ship had simply been stronger then the call of quidditch. If Deva was planning on getting him drunk, which she seemed to be, it would take quite a bit more, unfortunately. He'd built up a high tolerance. But, there were still a few sure fire bottles he kept stashed away that would do the trick. Bottles that he didn't pull out often. But if that's what she wanted, that what'd she'd get. She spoke about getting him drunk, quickly, and then drunken tales of tattoos and truths. He sat up and rolled to his feet, moving to as she searched for more alcohol. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest. "Not yet," he whispered down into her ear. He released her quickly, crossing the cabin to a closet and pulling the door open. He pulled out a large, fur lined cloak. It was deep red, with black trim. From his school years, when he wasn't quite as tall. Though, it would still probably drown her, it was better then nothing. He crossed back to her, throwing the cloak around her shoulders and clasping it shut above her chest. "You'll only get to see this once. I'd hate for you to miss it." He headed to the door. He still hadn't bothered to put a shirt on, or even a cloak himself. He reached the door, unlocking it... and stopped to reach out his hand to her. "Coming?"
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