high_seas | La passion, la passion, how I love la passion

"Indeed." Thatch gives a little flower he picked to the wrinkled old lady who cackles at him with a surprisingly full set of choppers and glances among the rows of oils and ointments. Including one that heats up. And one that cools down. Strange. He's almost tempted to get one to see what it would do. Maybe surprise the hell out of Marco.

He grins as he sees a particular jar of oil and pulls it down from the top shelf.

"What do you think of this one?" he says, unscrewing the lid. The oil gives off a light rose scent. But there's something almost like honey in it, too.

Rose is looking through the oils and arches a brow. These were certainly not the kind one uses on leather armor. In fact, these oils had a more intimate purpose for them.

She puts down the jar she was examining and turns back to Thatch catching the light sent coming from the jar his is holding.

"It smells nice, but I am not sure if it would be suited for armor." It would be weird to go out into battle smelling like flowers.

"Is that right?" He doesn't really know, not being an armor kind of guy himself. He purchases one of the cooling oils for himself for later and asks the old woman if there's any kind of place for armor repair. She says she doesn't know of such a place, but that they will find something interesting if they follow a certain path.

"Interesting huh?" he glances at Rose. He's game if she is.

She's not exactly sure she wants to know what this old woman thinks is interesting, considering her shop and the grim she is giving the both of them. Rose eventually gives a bit of a shrug.

"Might as well check it out." She needs to find something that will work, after all.

That's what he's talking about. Adventure. Mysteries. Though honestly he doesn't know how much there will be in this place and he tries not to get too attached to the idea. He gestures that they should begin walking and folds his hands behind his head as they go down the narrow path.He half wants to talk to her, see what makes her tick. But the other part of him feels weary of it. What is the point? What will stop her from joining some other crew like so many have? In this world, maybe things like nakama are harder to get.

But in the end he can't be completely quiet.

"So, first time on the seas?"

She gives a slight laugh as she walks beside him, relaxing a bit. Already a few of the crew members know her true age, or close to what it is. She stopped counting the years after a while.

"Not even close. I am much older than I look and I had lost count of how many times I have sailed. Sometimes as a passenger and sometimes as a member of a crew.

Look at that. A laugh. It makes Thatch smile even though he'snot sure what the laugh was about.

"Oh aye? That's reassuring. So many can't even tell starboard from port when they first get here." He's curious about her age, but he won't ask. It's not polite to ask a lady's age after all.

The small path ends in a small park of sorts, ringed with comfortable benches with soft lush grass underneath. Flowers are everywhere. He's seen them scattered all around the island but he doesn't get what significance they are, other than being pretty.

"Well then." He scratches the back of his neck. "What do you make of this?"

Rose is actually kinda relieved that it's a park. Soa knows what it could have been with that old woman. Also catching glimpses at other store fronts on the way wasn't exactly reassuring her

"It looks like park or a garden of sorts." She goes over to one of the bushes to examine one of the flowers. "They are lovely and it looks like they are about to fully bloom."

A glance towards the horizon where the sun is just starting to set. "It seems like they may be night blooming."

"So it seems." He peered at one of the flowers himself, though he wasn't exactly into this sort of thing. Still, it was fascinating to watch the petals slowly unfurl, moving against each other almost silk like as the flower parted and sent a fine sparkling dust into the air.

He sneezed, waving it away and dusting it from his magnificent pompadour before turning to Rose.

"You might want to watch..." his voice trailed off as he looked at her and he felt as if his stomach had dropped into his shoes. He swallowed past a suddenly dry throat and pulled at his neckerchief as he looked away, heat flushing through him.

Damn, she was hot. Why hadn't he noticed before?

Weirdly, why was he just noticing now like a brick fist to his gut?

"This is odd..."

One thing that people may not realize about Rose, is that she does like flowers. It is probably one of the few "girly" things about her. So naturally she watches the flower bloom with a slight smile and shakes her head when it releases its fine dust.

"I did not realize it would release so much pollen." She waves her hand in front of her face trying to clear some of it away so that she doesn't have to breathe in more.

"What's,-" she says as she turns back to him, stopping in mid sentence. She feels the heat rise to her face as her it feels like her stomach becomes a knot.

"Odd..." she breathes out, finishing the sentence. When did she start realizing that he is attractive?

That right there is what's odd. He's used to women being breathless but for some reason this stirs him like nothing else. Like something molten has settled in the pit of his gut and is just going down. He clears his throat and realizes he's crossing toward her, taking a moment to take a breath before tucking his hands in his pockets.

"So is it hot out here or is it just you?" he says with a grin, trying to sound deliberately cheesy to...to head off...whatever this was... and the desire to-- to lean just a little in. A lot in considering she didn't even top six feet. He slouched a bit so he didn't loom and tried not to grin nervously or reach out and slide his hand around the curve of her perfect hip.

Rose looks away a bit. The logical part of her mind is screaming that this is wrong. That she should not be feeling this sudden desire. But said desire is doing a good job to push back those thoughts before the can completely surface.

Without thinking twice, she takes a step closer to him.

"That has to be one of the lamest pick-up lines I have ever heard..." she replies, but there is a slight smile on her lips as she says it.

"I have lamer if it would make you smile, sweet lady." He absently licks his lower lip, closing the distance between them a little more. He's not sure he's ever wanted anyone outside of one person so badly. That was a different time, then. Long ago.

He tentatively raises a hand and runs his thumb along the curve of her jaw.

"It looks good on you."

"And I am sure you have used that line before all the time." But she is smiling a bit more as goes to look up at him.

Her hand comes up to his as he touches her, enjoying the contact. Probably more than she really should.

He leaned down a little more, unable to resist being drawn into her presence. It took all his willpower to hold back even this much. At this moment he wanted to kiss her more than he wanted anything. Looking into her dark eyes he murmured:

"May I?"

Rose couldn't help but feel disappointed when he stopped. She too also desired to kiss him, but since he was so tall, and she could only reach so far, he would have to be the one to close the distance.

It was amusing, though, to hear him ask permission. A form of chivalry she thought dead long ago.

"You may."

He grinned at the permission, then lifted her chin to help a little and pressed his lips gently against hers, his hand trembling just a little as he touched the rounded curve of her shoulder. He pulled back just a little and then kissed again, tempting her into something deeper but taking nothing she wasn't ready to give.

"You're gorgeous," he whispered huskily against her mouth.

She willingly returned those kisses, giving into the the temptation he presented her to go deeper. Perhaps she was too willing, but her mind was not thinking along those lines.

"And you are quite handsome," she breaths out.

There was definitely something wrong here. But there was something right, too. Something burning that overrode all his common sense. He wanted to do more. He wanted to touch more. The fact that it was such a strong desire rang a warning bell deep in his mind but with her so close it was difficult to hear.

What was difficult, however, was getting an angle in which he could be comfortable. Usually he didn't do this kind of thing right here in the open were there was a definite lack of beds or plush couches on which to position himself so he didn't get a crick in his neck from trying.

He reached out and took her hand gently, raising it to his mouth and kissing her fingers, his gaze never moving from her eyes.

"How about you and I go somewhere a little more comfortable?"

After those kisses, all the warnings in the back of Rose's mind became thoroughly ignored.

She gives a slight nod. "Alright." It's almost a bit of a relief really. Her neck was also starting to get a crick from having to look up so much.

"Shall we find an inn?"

He grinned.

"Sweetheart, you read my mind." It was going to be a great night. he would probably regret one or two things in the morning, but what was life without a little regret? Especially when there was so much fun in the meantime.

That thought in mind, he loped an arm around her slim, perfect shoulders and lead her back to the village.

It was morning and Rose was still on the edge of sleep, not wanting to wake up just yet. There was something warm next to her and she pressed closely to it, feeling quite comfortable.

It'd been a long time since she slept this comfortably. In fact the last time she slept like this was with...

"Zieg..." She muttered the name in her sleep. Her mind not quite making the connection that the warm thing she was sleeping against was a person. A person who was not Zieg.

Damn but this bed was hell. Why did this world make beds so damn short? He knew they had bigger people. Bigger even than him. But maybe they didn't have anyone in between. He grumbled to himself, rubbing sleep out of one eye and faintly aware of a warm presence beside him, the smell of sex in the air the full satisfied feeling of a very nice night.

This island wasn't half bad. She murmured a name he didn't know but that was alright and he was all set to pull her a little closer and settle back into the haze of sleep once more--

When a cold thought jolted him awake.

Wait-- Just who--

He glanced over and looked at Rose, images of last night cluttering his brain.

"Oh" he said, or something like it. "Shit."

The sound of his voice was enough to awaken Rose. The voice didn't belong to the one whom she dreamed about. She sat up quickly and saw that it was Thatch who she was cuddling up against.

"What in the-" but she stopped mid question as the memories of the last night came flooding back. She felt the heat rise up in her cheeks, though not from anger. More from embarrassment and what those memories aroused in her.

"Oh dear Soa..." She quickly grabbed the blanket to cover herself, even though he saw and touched everything last night.

All of that and then some. But he wasn't going to dwell on it because damn right now things where awkward enough. This was why he generally didn't sleep with nakama. Especially ones he didn't know all that well. Though he couldn't even remember what had lead him to this in the first place beyond it had been a good idea at the time.

He threaded his fingers briefly through his hair before letting her have the blankets and pulling his pants on, careful not to look at her. Best not to make a big deal of it and let her take it how she would.

"Want me to get some coffee?" There had to be some somewhere.

La passion, la passion, how I love la passion

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