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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 19:20:11 GMT
It was a good idea to keep this guy alive, Tinkerbell thought as the two of them passed around the rum flask that Hook had brought with him. She'd never drank before.. she never really knew if it was against any sort of fairy code, but she wasn't a fairy anymore. Now she was a human who could do whatever she wanted. And what she wanted, was to drink! However there was hardly any more rum left in the flask..and she supposed it was definitely mostly her fault.
The pirate seemed decent enough.. He hadn't tried pestering her about granting him his wishes or anything anymore.. maybe he finally got it through his head that she couldn't do that sort of thing anymore. It's not that she wanted to.. she would have loved to give him what his heart desired, but that just wasn't in the cards anymore. Tinkerbell had lots of questions, though.. So many questions to ask of Hook..but most of them, she forgot when alcohol was added in to the mix.
"So, how'd you find this place?" She asked with a slight slur in her voice. "I grabbed on to a little boy's ankle and flew here. I bet your story isn't as exciting as that one." she gave a firm nod after she spoke.
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 26, 2014 13:29:53 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE Funny how things worked out. One moment he was trudging through the woods looking for a way off this god forsaken island. And now, he was sharing drink with an ex fairy. He'd left an unconscious Smee somewhere, quite certain that the man would be able to make it back to the ship on his own. That was after all what he had wanted, for he'd been too afraid to wander through the woods. Instead, Hook was currently keeping the company of Tinkerbell; a former fairy who lost her magic and wings. He supposed that the fact that they both suffered a loss was what currently bonded them. That, or the excessive amount of rum they'd consumed. He'd drank his fill before departing on his mission, and drank even more from his flask . . . though she seemed to either have had the majority of it, was not as accustomed to drinking.
She asked him how he had gotten on this island, claiming that she grabbed a little boy's foot. The rum was starting to affect her speech, but it was no matter. It was not as if he was in any more of a sober state of mind. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of holding a boy's ankle and flying here. "Did he know you were holding onto him?" He asked, unsure what was so entertaining about his question, but he chuckled from it. He then decided to give his own answer. "I threw a bean in the water and came here!" He said as he dramatically extended his hands, motioning to where here was. Of course there was more to the story but he found humor in how ridiculous it sounded which only further amused him. "Now what's more exciting, a flying bean or a tossed boy?" He asked, his drunk mind not quite realizing he had mixed the two up.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 13:55:44 GMT
The fact that she was now drunk with a pirate didn't phase her. Neither did the fact that she had knocked out his friend and he was lying unconcious somewhere. Honestly? She kind of forgot about him in her silly drunken state. Her brain was so frazzled that all she could focus on now were the stories that the two of them were telling each other. "He did know!" She exclaimed. "Get this.. He was taken here by some weird shadow, and the shadow tried to knock me off but I held on suuuper tight and he just couldn't shake me! Then he finally dropped me somewhere.." She looked around, waving a hand. "Somewhere around her. I don't really remember right now." She hiccuped. "It was crazy. Not a thrill i'd be looking to have again, though." And then she burped. "Oh.." She giggled, touching her hand to her lips. "Excuse me!"
When he told his tale of how he got to Neverland, she gasped and moved on to her hands and knees, staring at him with wide eyes. "A BEAN?!" She gasped. "A bean in the water got you here? Oh my stars! Your story is far more clever than mine! Unfair! I thought I had won!" Suddenly the former fairy was a fit of giggles. "A Boy and A Bean. A Neverland tale." She giggled once again until she snorted...which made her laugh even more, until she fell on to the ground.
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 26, 2014 14:18:42 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE Had Hook been less drunk, he would have realized that he could have just found his way off this blasted island. However, his inebriated mind did not comprehend the magnitude of the words. Only the inexplicable humor in them. Which made him chuckle in sheer amusement at her tale of her venture here. "He tried to shake you, eh?" He questioned, clearly not understanding the story but found it humorous none the less.
"He dropped you . . . and you didn't have wings, so he dropped you." His redundant statement didn't seem to register and he just laughed a little at the mental image. He chuckled when she hiccuped in between her words, and then even more when she burped. "Have a Tinkle in your throat?" He questioned rhetorically, greatly amused at his own horrible pun with replacing tickle with Tinkle because . . . well, her name was Tink! That was damn funny! How amused he was with his own joke. He grinned when she appeared to be in awe at his tale of how he came here, and her reaction made him laugh once more. A Boy and a Bean. A Bean and a Boy. The Boy Bean! "The bean man!" He suddenly burst out, his incoherent train of thought coming out in the most senseless words. He chuckled more when she giggled, snorted, laughed, and then fell over.
"Oye, lass! Don't fall again like the boy made you do," he said, referencing her story, and being proud of the reference. "You should see my ship sometime," he began to say, his words coming out of no where. But randomness seemed to be a rather predominant theme in their meaningless conversation. He then attempted to move, staggering onto his feet and nearly stumbling, though managed to somehow miraculously catch his fall. "The Rolly Joger!" He exclaimed proudly, holding his arms out in a dramatic manner. The action of moving his arms caused him to fall this time, landing on his bottom, next to her as he laughed out at nothing in particular. He turned to look at her, trying to slow his chuckles, and when he did, continued on with his random words. "You're green," he stated smiling, and blinking a few times as if he was trying to ensure his perception of color was not distorted. He of course meant she was wearing green, but he did not think to clarify it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 14:42:42 GMT
"Yup!" The fairy mused about falling without wings. "Right on my rump! It was uncomfortable too.. but I, and my rump, survived." She gave a nod of approval at the lack of breaking of her rear. He asked if she had a Tinkle in her throat, and she cooed with laughter once more. "Oh! I see what you did, you used my name! How clever!" This was amusing her entirely too much right now. Normally this wouldn't be a conversation that she'd have if she were sober.. or..maybe it was, and she was just too closed off from anyone to know. Either way.. she was laughing way more than necessary.
"Yes, yes, the bean man! Oh.. he sounds scary.." She muttered, suddenly getting a strange rum induced vision of a giant bean with arms and legs. It gave her a shudder down her spine, but she quickly shook it off, and started to giggle, as he laughed at her clumsiness. "Too late," she sighed dramatically. "Already fell." She decided to just stay lying on the ground since she was already there anyway, and she watched as he told her about his ship, saying she should see it. The Rolly Joger? What a strange, yet wonderful name for a ship! "Oh, brilliant!" She laughed yet again as he fell down beside her.
When he stated that she was green, she looked at him and blinked, tilting her head to the side. "And you're..handsome." She hiccuped again. For a moment, she was in sort of a daze, until she randomly started giggling once more. "I -am- green!!"
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 26, 2014 14:55:44 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE He chuckled once again as she assured him that her and her rump survived. "That is most excellent," he began. His slightly moved his head back, his eyes moving to her rear as it seemed to be the focus of conversation right now. "For it is a lovely rump. Well formed." He was completely uncaring of the fact that he was just staring at it, even though he could hardly see it from her currently seated position. His gaze and words would suggest what he was -- or trying to --look at. He smiled proudly when she said that she used her name to make a pun; and that the bean man sounded scary. He did indeed. Her laughter was prompting his own, as they found humor in nothing but the alcohol affecting their senses and inhibitions.
She spoke of how he was handsome before hiccuping and confirming that she was indeed green. "Handsome," he said, emphasizing the first syllable of the word to make a pun as he raised his hand. "But not two handsome," he finished, raising his other arm which had a hook at the end of it. Once again, he had made a pun of his words which caused him to chuckle proudly. He looked at her, an amused expression clear on his face. "Tink, I think . . ." He didn't know where he was going with that, only that he was amused by the rhyme but as he stared at her, he found something else starting to take over. His eyes began to glaze over with not only drunkenness, but also, desire. "Green rhymes with bean," he finished before he let out another amused chuckle, having seemed to be serious for only a moment before he found two more words that rhymed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 18:23:20 GMT
Tink looked as though he had just said the kindest thing she had ever heard when he complimented her 'rump'. "Oh.. that is sooo sweet!" She cooed. "Thank you. When I was standing behind you, I noticed that yours is quite squeezable as well, Captain," she gave him a tip of an imaginary hat, and then the giggles started once again. "I don't have a hat! What am I even doing?!" she laughed. The laughter was making her face start to hurt a little, and her stomach muscles hurt a lot..but she wasn't about to complain. This was the most fun that she could ever remember having! Blue would certainly not approve.. thus the basis of it's appeal.
As she told him he was handsome, and he made his 'two handsome' pun, she rolled - literally - with laughter until she was lying on her stomach with her feet pointed to the sky. "I think the Hook is much better than the hand, anyway. Everyone has hands! Who else has a hook? Youuuu... are.. special!" She beamed with her pearly white teeth shining. He started speaking.. 'Tink, I think...' is what he had said..and although she was listening intently, she was still stifling a giggle since he had rhymed her name. Words were so fun! She blinked, waiting for him to go on.. and what he said.. was that Green rhymed with Bean. Her eyes widened, and once more, she was up on her knees. "OH NO!" She gasped. "Green.. Bean.. I'M THE BEAN MAN!! ...can I touch your hook, Hook?"
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 27, 2014 17:11:10 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE He was completely gone in this drunken state and a fit of chuckles and amusement. Quite honestly, it was refreshing to be this kind of drunk, rather than the angry and volatile kind he had been, shortly following Milah's death. Who knew that he would find so much enjoyment in the company of a non-magic possessing fairy. She stated that it was sweet of him to say that, and he paused for a moment, as if a grand realization had just struck him.
"Rump has the word rum in it. It's fate, me lass!" What was fate, he had no idea. Then again, if one tried to dissect the meaning of their conversation . . . well, they would find their time wasted. She then said that his was quite squeezable and that made him smile arrogantly, with a hint of pride in his expression as well. "How can you say that without putting the theory to the test?" He questioned suggestively. He certainly wouldn't mind being touched by her. She was a rather beautiful fairy; different from most, and he meant that in a flattering way. She then proceeded to tip her non existent hat and her vocal realization that she didn't have one, made him chuckle.
"Really? I see one . . . " He stated, his hand going to the bun she had her hair styled in as he pat it a couple of times. She adjusted her position, now lying on her stomach which gave him a rather enjoyable view of her lower backside. His eyes lingered over it, not even attempting to be subtle. His hand moved to touch her back, starting at the top and slowly trailing down it, to her posterior when he let his hand carefully graze over it, tilting his head to the side as his gaze fixated on her rather perfect figure. His intoxicated mind wasn't even processing the fact that he was touching a more intimate part of her body, for he seemed to be oblivious to the what he was doing and saying for that matter. When she commented about his hook, he casually moved his hand away and grinned at her.
"That's what I think, Tink!" He exclaimed, rather enjoying the rhyming terms. His words were pertaining to hers claiming that he was special because of what he chose to replace his hand. Not a wooden stick nor did he leave it as a stump. He wanted something, menacing. "I'm now known as Hooker! Haptain Cooker!" He slurred, continuing to mix up his letters and words. She gasped and moved her position once again as she said that she was the bean man! "You are too woman to be man," he said while chuckling. "Woah-man!" He added, combining two words to make the one that he was claiming her to be. When she asked if she could touch his hook, a flirtatious smile spread on his lips. "You can touch anything you want, love," he told her suggestively, with absolutely no subtly in his words. He slightly raised his hand so that she could touch it, though he hoped she touched something else as well. All in good time.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 23:56:00 GMT
Rump and Rum.. they were one in the same! The pirate seemed to enjoy them both equally. A grin formed on her lips as something occured to her. "You can't have rump without rum, you know." One had to now how to show a girl a good time, after all! And she was incredibly intoxicated and her mind had been going in a million different directions - and none of them were decent, moral places like they would have when she was a fairy. And then he commented about his own backside being squeezable. "Now, how am I supposed to do that when you're sitting on it, hmmmmm?" She asked with a flutter of her lashes. Really..she had no idea. Was there a trick to it? She would have totally grabbed a hand full if she had the chance.
He patted the bun on her head, and spoke of it as if it were a hat. She lifted her gaze, trying to see what he was talking about, but obviously, she could not see the top of her head. She lifted her own hand and touched her hair, giggling. "I suppose it does look like a funny little hair hat!" She smiled brightly. "Still I can't tip it to you.. I shall merely tip my hat to you in spirit." Wait..what was she talking about again? She lost it..but she was sure she'd figure out what they were talking about later. Later..when he wasn't touching her back in such ways that made her feel as though she had little goosebumps all over her body. It was a shiver that ran through her entire being, and it was -very- strange of a feeling when alcohol was added.
He took his hand away, and the bean man talk continued, along with how wonderful Tink thought his hook had been. Captain Hooker? Haptain Cooker? The names made her burst out in to hysterical laughter yet again. "And I am Binkertell! Tinklebell! Tinkie.. Tincan bell...Stinkersmell!!!" She started to snort again, laughing so hard at the silly names she could make up using her own name, that she could hardly breathe for a moment. Once she caught her breath, it was just in time to catch Hook hearing that she was too much of a woman to be a man..she couldn't be the bean man! "Oh!" She breathed a sigh. "That's a relief! I was worried I was the bean man for a moment.." She shuddered at the mere thought of it! However, she did -not- shudder (at least not in a bad way) When Hook told her she could touch anything she wanted.
A smile curved on to her lips, and she got up on to all fours, and she crawled toward him on the ground. Once she was close, she got on her knees and reached out to touch his hook. Her hand slid over the entirety of it from the base, along the curve, to the sharp tip. She was positively enthralled with the hook. She lifted her gaze and looked in to his eyes as she held the hook still with both of her hands. "It's so.. shiny..." she muttered in a dreamy voice.
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 28, 2014 11:16:50 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE Tink pointed out that one could not have rum without a rump. "How right you are, love," he stated, agreeing with those words whole heartedly. "What is rum without a rump and what is a rump without rum?" Hook added. She questioned how she was supposed to test her theory when he was sitting on his rump. He only smiled in response before speaking. "Perhaps later we will revisit this theory," he suggested, though he had no idea when and where later was. He wasn't thinking of his words or even trying to understand the meaning of them . . . for there was none.
She said how her hair did look like a funny, but that she still was unable to tip it. Killian raised his hook to her bun, eying it carefully. He latched the small tie that bound her hair up in his hook and pulled it, causing the tie to snap and her hair to loosely fall to her shoulders. "There," he stated proudly, grinning as he helped her complete their version of her tipping her hat to him. She then spoke out a series of names, causing Killian to chuckle at each and every one, until she got to the last: Stinkersmell.
How utterly amusing, but now he had to find out if there was truth to it. He leaned toward her, his heading moving extremely close to the side of her neck, his lips just barley brushing against it. He took a slow and deep breath, as if taking in her scent. And it was an alluring one. After a few moments, he slowly withdrew, moving his head back to meet her gaze.
"You definitely do not Stinkersmell, Tinkerbell," he said, realizing that the words rhymed which made her nickname for herself all the more hilarious, causing him to chuckle once more. He hadn't even noticed until now! How clever she was. She exclaimed her relief over not being the bean man. She may be green like one, but she certainly was no man. Far from it. Distracted in his appreciation that she was no man, he refocused on the conversation as she moved closer to him.
He watched her quite intently, a gleam of lust in his eyes. Though her fingers were moving over his hook, he kept his gaze locked on her face, watching her every move, as his tongue slightly ran over his lips, watching her with a sudden urge of longing. She spoke of how his hook was shiny, while clutching his replacement of a hand. "You should see my sword," he told her suggestively, for it was clear it was an innuendo; that he was referring to something other than his actual sword.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 0:22:51 GMT
All the talk of rumps made her start to blush a little.. or maybe it was because of the alcohol that she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. Either way, she was giggling and blushing like she were a school girl. "Perhaps we shall, Captain." She mused with a playful wink, shocked that she was able to get out a full sentence without slurring anything. She was rather proud of herself.
She couldn't tip a hat to him, so he plucked her hair tie from her hair, and it fell on to her shoulders. She fluttered her eyelashes and glanced to the left and to the right, studying the long locks that had fallen from the top of her head. "Oooh.." she whispered. "I've never put my hair down like this before. It's always just been.. Up. Does it look okay?" She lifted her hands, and started to ty with her hair that was now just hanging there.. hopefully not looking silly. She only just barely got to ask him her question when he leaned forward , testing to see if she really was 'stinkersmell'. Her giggles were quieted for a moment when she felt his nose and lips brushing against the skin of her neck. Oh.. it felt so wonderful having him touch such a sensitive spot. She went in to sort of a dream like state until he finished, and leaned back, declaring that she wasn't smelly. "Good to know.." she mused with a slightly trembling voice.
While she touched his hook, although she was in a bit of a drunken state, the look in his eyes hadn't been lost on her. When he spoke of his 'sword' she knew he wasn't speaking of the one attached to his hip. She wasn't sure what it was about him that sparked her to be utterly breathless in that moment, but she was completely filled with lust.. a temptation that she'd never before indulged in. "Could I?" She asked with a flirtatious smile of her own as her fingertips trailed over the hook while she stared in to his eyes.
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 29, 2014 18:12:22 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE She entertained the idea of re-exploring that theory and if things went the way they seemed to be . . . well, perhaps it would just happen without them having to over think it. Not that they were capable of thinking about anything right now considering their highly intoxicated state. She then seemed surprised as her hair fell around her shoulders, stating that she had never wore it down like this.
That it had always been up. And then questioned whether it looked ok. "It does," he said a little absent mindedly as if he was dazed out for a moment. His moved his hand, twirling one of her loose locks around his finger before she pulled it back to quickly tie it up again. He didn't know why he suddenly took it as a challenge to take her hair out again. But for the time being, he resisted the urge.
Upon saying her next words, it was clear that the mood was shifting. The slight tremble in her voice, her simply spoken words . . . and then of course, what followed. Her asking if she could see his 'sword' as he had suggested a double meaning of the word. She still held his hook, looking at him and he returned the intent gaze. He smirked, his lips curving upward into a smile.
His hand moved to her chin as he leaned toward her, as if to press his lips against hers but paused before they were mere inches apart. "Aye," he began to say. He lightly kissed her chin before using his hand to tilt her head upwards a bit. His lips then went to the front of her neck, lightly kissing along her skin. "But only if you give me something to put it in," he finished in between kisses, not even bothering trying to be subtle in his meaning.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 18:40:32 GMT
Things were getting incredibly steamy between Hook and Tink. The danger in the situation was the fact that she'd never been with anyone in that sense before. Still though, because of the lack of inhibitions she had, she would surely be able to go along with whatever the rum had planned for them, and no make a big deal about it.. after all.. they didn't even really know each other at this point. He enjoyed her hair being down, and perhaps she'd wear it down again one day..but it just felt strange on her neck. She much rather would have had his lips there again.
She didn't have to wait long, though. When the innuendo of the sword was dropped, and Tink mused that she wanted to see it, things heated up even more. She thought he was about to kiss her, but instead he merely told her that she could see it...and as he kissed her neck, although her mind was absolutely floating in the clouds, she still heard his suggestive tone as he requested something to sheathe his sword in. A soft whimper escaped the former fairy's throat and she allowed herself to completely let go - as if she hadn't before.
"I think I can help with that," She mused as she moved forward, straddling his waist. "What else can that hook of yours do?" She asked as her hands moved to his shoulders. Her hips were beginning to rock slowly against his leather pants, aching to allow him to take her.
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Post by Killian Jones on Nov 29, 2014 18:58:36 GMT
Rum? IT'S NOT A WEAPON; NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE It was clear that the joking was over. She said that she could help, and then moved to sit astride him. His eyes locked onto her, lingering over her body in this new position as he sat up, her legs on either side of him. One hand went to her leg, sliding up it to feel her skin and move her dress up so that he could caress her leg. His lips slightly parted as she spoke of what his hook could do . . . and then she began to rock against him. He deeply inhaled in the sensation it created, causing his own arousal to thicken. He had wanted her before, but now, she was turning that desire into a strong physical need . . . one that he would not be able to deny for long. Not with her words and alluring figure on him like this, moving against him like this.
He needed to keep enough of his wits about him in order to speak. She was certainly no ordinary fairy and he was quite happy for that. "Quite a bit," he answered in a slightly deeper voice than usual. Because of her; because of all she was making him to feel in this sensation. His hand slid higher up her leg, moving to her inner thigh. At the same time, his hook went to her neck, the side of it gliding against her neck to behind it, and then used to point of it to begin to trail down her back, slowly tearing the seams in her dress as it went down, without piercing her skin. Soon enough, it began to loosen around her shoulder and Hook took advantage as he leaned forward, kissing the exposed part of her shoulder, teasing the skin and enjoying the taste and softness of it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 19:44:23 GMT
The best thing about this moment was the fact that there was no over thinking, and there was no hesitation. It was simply a man, and a woman enjoying each other's company on a strange island. However, it was a little distracting that Tink had no idea what she was doing since she had never done such a thing before...so she was merely going on instinct alone. If something felt enjoyable, she continued doing it..and right now, moving against his hips was feeling wonderful...especially when she felt his hook gliding down her back. A soft breeze let her know that he was tearing the fabric to allow himself easier access to her body.
His hands against her thighs sent her body in to absolute over drive, and her instincts told her to begin exploring his body with her hands. Her nails raked over his shirt, and she began tugging it off. At this point, she wasn't even thinking about the possibility that the pirate that she had previously knocked out would find them. If he did, however, it was doubtful that they'd be able to stop anyway.. they were past a point of no return.
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