high_seas | Awkward sexual tension at its finest

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cynthia,
gan ning

Awkward sexual tension at its finest

Who: Cynthia and Gan Ning
Where: USS Booyakasha II
When: the evening of 10/6
What: Tattoo tracing
Warnings: Nudity...and let's face it, anything can happen with a naked lady in front of Gan Ning
Style: Stuff
Status: Just the two of us ♪

She was proud of herself for getting it, and getting a big one at that. But it may have slipped her mind that the process of getting a tattoo, in this day and age, would be ten times worse than what she could have gotten back in her world...with her technology. But oh well.

It was a quiet night on her ship. The boys were probably all asleep and she had time to herself. Meaning time to take a nice long soak in the tub without anyone disturbing her. Yes, Cynthia stayed there till the water went cold and her fingers pruned up. But it was well worth it, getting to relax in a nice warm bath for Arceus knows how long. Eventually though, she had to force herself to finish up. It was getting pretty late and the longer she stayed there, the harder it would be to face the cold night air. So, without much of a second thought, she gets out of the tub, in all her naked glory, and reaches for a towel.

~~Don't worry, her back was facing the door~~

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Yes well...don't expect me to say it again.

[ She playfully pokes his nose and flashes him her best smile, then pulls back. He's been inside her personal bubble long enough, and though it was nice being so close to him since he was so warm, she didn't want to give him any ideas. ]

Say, are you heading to bed after this?

[Daww, denied again. Oh well.]

Yeah, probably. I was just gonna wash up quick before bed. The ship's all set for the night.

[a good time to make a show of himself and his muscles, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back.]

Aww, I was so hoping you would stay with me a little longer. I mean, after I put some clothes on, of course.

[ Denial? That right there's an open invitation to get back into her personal bubble...kinda. ]

But then, I wouldn't want to keep you. You have been working all day.

Wh...huh? Oh, no, naw, it's fine, really. I ain't tired. I just didn't have anythin' else to do, so if you wanna hang out some.....sure!

[tries not to sound too enthusiastic, and likely fails.]

I did pick up some wine from home back at Margie's, when we were on Empieza. Been savin' it for special occasions.

Hanging out with me is a special occasion?

[ Her tone was about 70% sarcastic and 30% hoping that he'd say yes.
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[he almost denies it, then thinks better of his answer, rubbing his chin]

Well, how often do we do it anymore? It's been a while, anyway. I'd say it's a special enough occasion.

...huh

[ She obviously wasn't expecting that answer. Cue the embarrassed school girl look. ]

Ok, uhm...meet me above deck in ten minutes, I guess.

[ She moved to kiss his cheek then flees to her room before she regrets that and everything that happened before it. ]

[well, he's going to be full of swagger, now. Right, he came in here to wash up, so he'll do that quickly and then rush on up to grab the gourd of wine and be on deck on time. Beads of water might still be clinging to his neck at that point, and a smug grin might be playing around the corners of his mouth.]

[ Cynthia, on the other hand, was horribly flustered once she got to her bedroom. Him walking in on her getting out of the tub was one thing. But bearing herself a second time AND having him touch her? What the hell was she thinking!?

She quickly pulls on her clothes and checks herself in the mirror. ]

Ok Cynthia, this is probably going to be the weirdest night of your life. But it could be worse right?

...oh but his touch felt so nic--wait, no stop! It's not nice, NOT NICE. Urgh...what am I doing?

[ She stares at her reflection for a bit. Then decides to tie her hair up and not wear her usual coat. Surely that quarter sleeved v neck would keep her warm. It's not like it's SUPER cold anyway. ]

This isn't a date, Cynthia. This is you and Ning having a drink...urgh why am I calling him Ning?

[ One last look over before she heads for the deck. Heaven help her. ]

[meanwhile, captain has no idea of anything else going on besides hey, it's a nice night, I've got wine, and Cynthia wants to hang out. Could he be any more content in a place like this?

He spots her on her way and raises a hand in the laziest wave so she'll come join him sitting against the rail. The ocean is quiet and so is the weather, it's a good night to sit.]

All good?

Well it's definitely better than a towel. That's for sure.

[She happily takes a seat next to her captain.]

Quiet sea tonight. I forgot what it's like to have peace and quiet for once. It's nice.

We'll drink to makin' it last as long as we can.

[as he pries off the cork at the mouth of the jug. It's a very very old-school gourd jug, but one sniff and he knows it's really, truly wine from home. As such, he offers it to Cynthia to have the first taste]

...I mean, we're probably gonna have some heat on our tails after we pull off this thing with the Navy base, but every quiet minute until then counts.

Heat...right...

[ Of course she completely forgot about their plans to raid a navy base just to steal a bigger boat. How on earth did that slip her mind?

She takes the jug from him and takes a nice good swig. Oh what she'd give to forget that again. ]

Promise me you won't do something stupid when we get there...well more stupid than stealing a ship anyway.

How stupid am I not supposed to get? [all the smirking] I ain't gonna get captured again, and I ain't gonna let anyone else get captured or killed. I been raidin' a long time, it can't be too different from hijacking imperial wagon trains.

[ She rolls her eyes and shoves the jugs back his way. ]

Stupid enough to get you or anyone on this crew killed. I already lost my turtle boys. I don't need to lose anyone else, and especially not my cat.

[ See what she did there? See it? Seee iiit??]

[oh he does, and gives her a shifty side-eye before taking a good gulp of the wine.

Oh god it's just what he needed. It's home. It's all right there, the richness of the fields and the tang of the passage of seasons...this has to be from the royal family's stock...]

Nobody's gonna die if I have anything to say about it. Don't worry. This ain't like bein' attacked by the Navy fleet, we're gonna go in fast and quiet and get out clean.

Do we at least have back up plans? Getting attacked by the navy is completely different from waltzing into a base.

[ She knows the boys have experience with these kinds of things. But there was one thing the REALLY worried her. ESPECIALLY since this was a stealth mission.]

Don't bring those bells.

[he gives her the same outraged look he once gave Lu Meng for the exact same reason]

Oi, I don't go anywhere without these bells! They haven't betrayed me yet! Look. [pointing with one of the fingers clutching the mouth of the gourd] I led the ambush on Ruxukou just like I am today, and we demolished the Wei army. I took a hundred men in, and a hundred men came out. That's what I'm gonna do to that Navy base.

[all this bluster to cover the fact that he does not, in fact, have plans]

"Ambush" and "Stealth" aren't the same thing either, darling. You go in there, you take something, you get out. No killing, no "demolishing", NOTHING.

Ning, if you can walk in a straight line right now, without a single bell ringing, then maybe I could trust those things.

[he's got the bottle to his lips as she says that...]

Few more sips of this and there won't be any walkin' straight lines.

[he offers it to her, though, because sharing is caring]

I'm just sayin', I've done missions before the bells ain't never been trouble.

[ She takes the jug from him, but rests her hand on his leg. ]

Just...promise me you'll stay safe. The boys have magic, you have a drinking problem and really noisy bells. You understand that I have a good reason to worry.

[ To which she withdraws her hand and takes a whiff of the wine. He mentioned getting drunk after a few more sips, right? Was this stuff THAT strong? Because she hasn't noticed. ]

You don't gotta worry. I didn't get to where I am today by bein' sloppy. I'm as tough as they come.

[that's the deceptiveness of the musou wine of his homeland, Cynthia. It doesn't seem strong until you try to stand up and fall flat on your face.]

Yeah, tough.

[ She takes another sip and rings one of his bells. ]

But you'll always be my cute little kitty.

Yanno, it's hard to keep up that tough-guy thing when you're sittin' there callin' me cute.

[not that he'll complain that hard, because kyaa she thinks I'm cute. Maybe.]

Well why bother with the act at all? No one else is around.

[ She takes a sip. ]

And you really are cute, Kitty. I never lie about these things.

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