And so, the two decided they'd try and get along. Yep, that little bonding moment was all it took for them to call a truce. It's enough to make one wonder if they really could've just gotten along to begin with.
At least, it would if it wasn't so obvious that they were falling for each other.
The truce between Arthur and _______ didn't last very long, though.In fact, it barely lasted the night. But there was a subtle change in the way they treated each other... They became nicer, bit by bit. It was so minute one could blink and miss it.
Then, one night, things got a jumpstart.
The sun was setting, and ________ was coming back from a nice, relaxing day of sunbathing. She walked into the house and was appalled at what she saw.
Beer bottles. Beer Bottles everywhere. She didn't even KNOW they had beer!
Feeling a little nervous, she cautiously looked around for her husband.
"A-arthur? W-where are you?" she timidly asked.
"In here, lass!" Came the response.
Lass? Since when did he call her lass?! She made her way to the voice and her jaw dropped.
There he was, laying temptingly on the couch, beer bottle in hand, dressed like a pirate.
This was so good it just had to be fattening.
"Welcome back, lass. I missed ye." He purred.
"Um... Okay? Where did you find all this beer? And the pirate costume?"
"Some of it I brought with me. But we also had a mini bar. And it's not a costume, love. I am a pirate."
Now he was calling her love? She was not liking drunk Arthur at all.
"Uh-huh. So you drank all this by yourself?"
"Aww don't be upset, love. There's still plenty for you!"
"That's not really what's on my mind right now." she sighed, sitting next to him on the couch.
"I don't believe this... I'm married to an alcoholic."
"H-hey! I'm not an alcoholic!" He cried, looking deeply offended "I can stop anytime I want to!"
________ rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say." she suddenly got a big smile on her face. "Hey! Maybe if I tell my folks about this they'll let me divorce you!"
He smirked, a mischievous glint was in his eyes. "Perhaps... but ye wouldn't do that."
"Oh? Why wouldn't I?" she asked, annoyed.
He let out a dark chuckle "Because..." he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "You want me."
Ohhhh boy. _________ felt her face heat up as she managed to stammer "W-what?! N-no I don't!"
Arthur gave a low manly chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her groin. "Yeah ya do. I can tell by the way you're blushing... Which is really cute, by the way." He teased.
She felt her face get even hotter. "S-shut up, you stupid drunk!"
"Ye think I don't know you lied when ya said ye didn't feel those
sparks? Of course, I can't get too mad... I lied too."
________'s brain was having trouble functioning, keeping her from fleeing, which wouldn't have been too hard. He wasn't pinning her down, he was just... Looming over her.
"But now that I've had a dose of... liquid courage," he continued huskily, "I'm feeling pretty honest. So why don't you and I have it off?"
_______ wasn't familiar with this British terminology, but the way he said it and the way he looked at her gave her a pretty good idea. She shuddered.
"I... I don't want my first time to be some drunken mistake." she stammered, feeling lame.
"Awww, it be your first time?" he teased, pressing his body against hers and stroking her cheek. "You're so adorable... So..." he leaned down so his lips were inches from hers "...lovable."
He attempted to connect their lips, but ________ put a hand to her face.
"S-stop it! I don't want this!"
"You know we have to eventually we have to, lass." he purred. "Both your folks and mine expect grandchildren..."
No, no, no, no, no, NO! This couldn't be happening! Why was she getting so turned on?
"Well I don't! "
"Yes Ye do. And so do I." With that, he leaned down and licked her neck before kissing it.
"Don't be shy, love." Arthur breathed. "We be married, after all. This is what husbands and wives do."
For a second, ________ found herself giving in, enjoying the feelings he was giving her and even wrapping her arms around his neck. She wanted to smack the smirk she felt on his lips but her body disobeyed her, and her hands ended up in his hair. The moan she was trying to hold back was finally released as he found her weak point.
"Mmmm, A-Arthur..." she mumbled.
He shuddered a little when he heard her say his name like that and he began sucking on her neck, sure to leave a hickey.
It was only when his hands traveled to one of the knots holding up her swim top that she snapped out of it.
"Ahh! Okay, fine! I'll have sex with you!"
His eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Y-yeah. But for the love of God, take a shower first! You reek!"
He smirked. "Alright love. See you in a bit." he winked, placing a kiss on her cheeks before walking away.
As soon as he was out of sight, ______ sprung from the couch, turning on every faucet or other source of water and making sure every single one was on hot. This included the one in the bathroom, as he wasn't smart enough to close the door.
"AHHHHHHHHHH! THIS SHOWER IS BLOODY FREEZING!"
When she heard that, __________ let out a huge sigh of relief. She then changed out of her swimsuit and into some pajamas and feigned sleep, just in case he happened to remember their deal.
As she rubbed her hand where he left his little love mark, she shuddered again and blushed furiously.
She hated to admit it, but she definitely had a pirate fetish now.