В тему к «фанатки желают оказаться на месте Венди». К тому моменту в фильме, где капитан решает сбросить Венди (впрочем, теперь уже не Венди, а Мери-Сью) в море.
Немного латинских букф"Hey! Hey, wait!" - she tried to clutch at captain's hands just to make him listen to her - "What about my..." - she lowered her slightly trembling voice to sound both meaningful and intriguing - "...my last wish?"
Captain Hook raised his eyebrow, but it was impossible to tell whether he was really interested or he was just mocking at her - or maybe both.
"Well, why not, my beauty. Silence!" - shouted he, for the crew started whispering and exchanging remarks. "The lady is going to tell us about her last wish"
The silence fell like a veil, invisible but almost tangible, and in this eerie silence she heard her heart thump - once... twice...
"But some wishes are not to be told about. They are to be understood"
She heard about captain's terrible temper, but still she didn't expect to feel the iron hook touch her neck so... quickly.
"Are you making fun of me? Bad idea. Say what your wish is - unless you want me to decide it for you"
He was so close; too close. He was firmly holding her with his left hand in order not to let her go, and she could smell him - cigars, yes, rum, yes, but there was something else in his hot and heavy breath against her cheek. It was a smell of a man - dagerous, stirring, exciting, it aroused a desire and made her heart flutter. It was so easy to lean back a little, to feel his jet-black curls touck her cheek, and to whisper in his ear, faintly - for it was impossible for her to speak more loud.
"A kiss"
And she continued even before he could react, hastily, for she was afraid he would silence her with the hook, but passionately, feeling more and more daring after each spoken word.
"I want it - slow and lasy and quick and dirty. I want it to be lustful and chaste, rude and tender, passionate and caring. I want it to make me forget everything for a minute - my life, my past, my present, myself, even my forthcoming death; everything but you. I want it to lift me up to the stars and then to throw me down into your arms, like they are the arms of the devil. I want it to make me feel like I'm your one and only beloved and like I'm your whore; I want it to make me feel that I'm completely yours, and that I'm totally, irrevocably lost in you. I want..."
She stopped short when her eyes met his gaze. His eyes were blue like the sea on the verge, where the horizon cuts it from the sky, and she found herself sinking into this eyes like into deeper waters. They were blue like forget-me-nots, and she thought that she will never forget them - if she weren't to die in five minutes, of course. The gaze of these eyes made her lose her breath, but she managed to whisper the last words, trying to make them sound like a challenge.
"Can you?.."
P.S. Только что вы наблюдали, как из красивых, возвышенных, эротических мечтаний об объекте страсти получается сцена из вполне стандартного фанфика.
P.P.S. И на русском-то писать тяжело, а сразу на английском - в три раза тяжелее! ) Но описывать поцелуй было интереснее всего.
~ Миниатюра из иной жизни
В тему к «фанатки желают оказаться на месте Венди». К тому моменту в фильме, где капитан решает сбросить Венди (впрочем, теперь уже не Венди, а Мери-Сью) в море.
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