Medieval Hearts(P)

“Oh, I’m sure he’d f*Cking love to see me get my *ss handed to me. Especially by you.” Solomon agreed a moment later, looking at her eyes for a moment with a smirk before his gaze flickered back down to her hips. Try as he may not to look, nothing worked, and he eventually just gave in to staring at the pale skin, at least every few seconds, wondering what it’d feel like under his hand, what it would taste like on his lips, what it’d look like wrapped around his- Woah, woah. Slow the F*CK down. What? he thought, finally catching himself, his pupils blown open in lust. Thank the f*cking gods its dark outside… he thought, though he still had a feeling that she’d know. She somehow always knew.

“But that’s not going to happen.” he breathed after a second, reaching out after a moment to catch her waist and pull her towards him, pretending at teasing, though at this point he really was just entire unable to keep his hands to himself. He had to feel that skin. So when his thumb brushed against her hip, he bit his lip, looking down at the spot for a second before looking back at her and smirking slightly. “Because I am really, really,” he purred, letting the words fall off his lips as he rolled his tongue, looking at her for another moment before finally finishing his thought, clearly quite smug. “Really f*cking good at fighting.” Among other things…

“And, trust me, darling? I’d be able to find a way to fill up two whole days. H*ll, within hours I’d have you on your hands and knees.” he purred before pulling away from her and signing around to the opposite side of the bucket, looking over his shoulder a second later and smirking. “Swabbing the deck, of course. Get your head out of the gutter, princess. H*rny doesn’t look all that feminine, even on your pretty face.’ he finished with a teasing grin, wishing he could see her, see if she really was h*rny as he’d accused. Because he knew he definitely was. But not because of her… he stubbornly refused.

ooc: oh my god I am SO sorry. I was so busy at Disney and then I got home and I totally forgot about this :( I'm sorry!

As much as Solomon would have loved to say that he had pulled away when she slipped her finger on the inside of his waistband, he didn’t. In fact, he may have leaned in just the tiniest bit closer, his head nearing hers, his entire body getting ready to take her then and there, morals be d*mned. But then she was saving him from himself and she’d dashed off and, as f*cking awful and frustrating as it was, he was relieved all the same. Because he really was about to kiss her, and that would have been a mistake upon mistakes. What. The. F*ck. Are. You. Doing?! he thought, berating himself before remembering that she was leaving and leaning over the bannister, watching her walk off for a moment before snorting.

“I’ll let Dante know that he can go extra hard on you tomorrow. After all, you’re going to have a full night of sleep behind you!” he called, and then she was gone, and he was left standing there for a second before he slipped off of the platform and back onto the deck, walking back towards his cabin with maybe a slight discomfort in his pants. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, especially to the entitled, bratty, pretty warrior-princess who’d caused it. F*cking tease… he thought with a wide smirk, surveying the deck one last time before shutting the door to his cabin and slipping off to sleep aw well.

ooc: skip to the next day?

“Girlie!” Dante called the next morning, lumbering across the deck and over to the holding cells, which was still sort of depressingly her cabin, though he had a massive smile across his face the whole time, because, of all things, he was a morning person. He grinned and stomped on the deck a few more times, giving her a good warning of a wakeup before banging on the door, refusing to go inside without her permission, because that would be invading her privacy, and she was both a girl and a princess, and he liked to think that he had at least some manners. For a pirate, at least.

Only when he heard shuffling around did he finally open the door a bit, lumbering through the doorway that was a bit too small for him, so he had to go in sideway and keep his head ducked the whole time, though it didn’t even bother him- he was used to it by now, and nothing could ruin his good mood at the beautiful morning. So, with his head stuffed next to his neck, his eyes squeezed shut, he muttered, “Princess, y’better wake up. I heard from ‘is ‘Ighness that ye was gonna fight ‘im, that ye’d even wagered about it. I want’cha t’win.” he explained, hoping that she was dressed. Praying that she was dressed, honestly, because he was pretty sure Solomon would throw him overboard if she wasn’t, even if he wasn’t looking.

ooc: oh my god I totally forgot about this because my other rp partner went back to school and she hasn't been active so i just forgot that I had another thread... i'm so sorry i'm the worst.

oh my god I am actually the worst. I'll respond to this tomorrow (it's off to bed for me now).

But I saw this a MONTH AGO and then I was so excited and I read it and I totally forgot. I'm so sorry.

“Oi, come on, Princess. I ain’t gunna kick your *rse on our first day’v fightin’…” Dante grumbled, looking at the girl for a moment before feeling the door shut in his face and giving a little groan, though he had a smile across his face all the same. Because of course the girl would want to go one hundred percent the absolute first moment of training. Wasn’t that what got her into this mess in the first place? Her trying her absolutely hardest to beat the captain when all she had to really do was just submit to him when they had finally captured her? Not that I’d’ve liked her to. Dante thought with a smug smirk as he leaned back against the wall of the little cabin, closing his eyes and allowing the boat to just rock him as he waited for the girl. I like ‘er just like this.

He finally opened his eyes when he heard the princess slipping out of the room, a little smile stretching across his face as he caught her fist, letting out a surprised little grunt as he did, because even though he’d anticipated her surprise attack, he hadn’t realized how strong she’d gotten since working on the boat. “You’ve gotten stronger, missy.” he announced after a second, a wide, proud smile across his face as he looked at her for a second before smiling even more and dropping her hand, lumbering over to the other side of the deck once he did. He bent over and grabbed two wooden rods, turning around with an almost boyish grin across his face as he did, delight obvious in his eyes as he started talking about their fight for the day. “We’re startin’ y’with sticks. I can’t ‘urt ye too bad, y’can’t ‘urt me.” he said with a smile before smirking. “And we can teach y’ what you need to know to beat ‘is ‘ighness."

“Y’know, I think yer th’only one who’d ever be able t’ call ‘is ‘ighness that and not be killed.” Dante responded with a little laugh when he heard the girl’s nickname for the captain, the literal king of multiple islands, a smile settling across his face. “Most of th’men even call ‘im Captain behind ‘is back. Y’don’t seem to have a probl’m with baitin’ ‘im though, do yeh?” he asked with another little chuckle, the last part more to himself as the thought of the two incredibly oblivious royals on the ship. Morons don’t even know that they like each other… he thought with a glee that was on the surface quite out of character, but was incredibly predictable once you realized that he was one of the biggest gossips of the whole ship.

When he looked over at the princess and saw her confused look, though, he coughed into his hand and gave a gruff little nod before handing her one of the poles. “Right. First let m’ teach you some of the holds and jabs, right? And then y’can try and attack me. But y’have to listen, girlie. Because otherwise yer form will b’sloppy.” he said, giving her a warning look at that last bit, because the entire ship knew that Jax wasn’t much of a “listening to directions” kind of person. When it seemedl ike she got the memo- or at least was anxious enough for him to start that she gave a nod- he grinned and relaxed onto the deck of the ship, holding the pole out in front of him. “Right. So the first hold is like this, girlie. Fingers up, thumb down. Strong grip, protects y’hands.”

Dante continued to teach this way, showing her a hold and, once he realized how quickly and well she could mimic what he was doing, he’d just keep holding it until she finally got it right. Of course he knew she was smart, but when they’d blown through nearly everything before the sun had even burned through the fog around the ship, he gave a little huff and set his pole down, looking at her with a proud smile, and a little bit of a challenging smirk, across his face.

“Y’ really want to fight ‘im, don’tche?” he asked with a snort, looking at Jax as her brown furled up in concentration as she repeated for the third time in the row the move he’d just shown her, even though she’d gotten it right on her last repetition. “Y’know that y’ don’t have to race to do it, right?” he added, though he knew that wasn’t what was happening. Or that at least she wasn’t killing herself over all these holds because she felt she had a timeline- she just really wanted to fight Solomon that badly. Love… he thought, amused, before looking at her and grinning. “Tired yet?”

“Y’still think y’need t’prove y’self?” Dante asked, confusion and the tiniest bit of concern in his voice, because how did she not know? How did she not know that every single person on the boat- besides the king, of course, though eh was a different story- had practically adopted her into their family? How did she not know that the men had had actual conversations where they discussed how willing they were to die for this girl once they realized that they genuinely cared about her well-being? “Girlie, the entire ship loves ye. If y’d want to o’rthrow ‘is ‘ighness, I bet y’could. The men ‘ere would follow y’te the ends of t’earth.” he finished with a little smile, though he set his pole down as well, moving towards the kitchen with a toothless-grin slipping across his face when he heard her stomach.

“And y’don’t just have to suffer, Princess. I’m hungry. I’m always hungry. Y’don’t have to convince me that it’s time to eat…” he finished with a laugh, lumbering over to the kitchen, ignoring the few boos he got from the men on deck as he pushed open the kitchen door. “Aye, shut y’traps. Y’d be LUCKY fer me t’cook for ye!’ he called out to them with a laugh before turning around and holding the door open for the girl, inviting her for a break into what he was pretty sure had turned into her little safe haven. “Spoiled brats. All f’em. Yer cookin’ has made them whiny.” he announced with a laugh, though he was clearly teasing as he looked ver her with affection in his eyes.

ooh: I’m so sorry that I didn’t respond. I’m the worst :( life got in the way, you know? I know I say this every time but I promise I’ll be better! I have this terrible habit of reading the new posts when they posted and when I can’t respond, and then absolutely forgetting about them.

“Teach me?” Dante asked, looking at her for a moment before snorting and shaking his head. “Nah, girlie. Y’don’t want me in y’kitchen. These fingers don’t do n’thin but git in th’way.” he said, giving his hand a playful wave, wiggling his thick- and quite scarred- fingers at her before shaking his head again and leaning against the door, just watching with a sort of defeated pride as she moved so happily around the kitchen, clearly so relaxed. Because she’d found ah one here on this ship and for that he was proud. He really felt close to her, and he was glad she was happy. He just wished she didn’t need a safe haven, that she could feel safe anywhere on the ship.

“Besides. If I learnt t’cook, then who’d keep t’men from gettin’ spoil’d and fat on all t’good food? I can’t have them gettin’ used to yer five-star treatment. We’re soldiers. They should h’ve t’suffer a pinch.” he finished with a teasing smile over at her before smirking and patting on his belly. “Although none of that applies t’me, y’hear? I expect good food from ye, young lady.” he finished, though his smile was teasing and easygoing, and he was clearly just messing with the girl, not even bothering to pretend like he was serious. "I want t'be big 'n fat by the time I get off this here boat."