"You're not getting away with this!" I had yelled; shaking the chair I'd been bound to. The pirate Fritton had overpowered me, stolen my treasure and my clothes, and bound me to a chair in my captain's quarters. I was severely unhappy. Severely unhappy, and catching an uncomfortable draft.
"Oh, now, now, Lord Pomfrey," Fritton drawled lazily, "I think I will get away with this." I glared at him with all the hate I could muster. Fritton just smiled, "Hang on to your hat, baby. This should blow you away." I rolled my eyes, but what happened next shocked me; the pirate Fritton took his swig off and shook out his—excuse me, HER long, blond curls. My jaw dropped. I had been defeated by a WOMAN!
"I don't believe this." I said harshly.
"Believe it baby," Fritton strode up sexily, "I'm a woman. And you got beat by a girl."
I scowled at her, "I will destroy you."
"No you won't," She whispered. Then she leaned in and kissed me; placing her knees on either side of mine. I tried to free myself to push her off me, but the ropes were too tight. She pulled back, "Pomfrey, oh Pomfrey."
"Get off me, Fritton." I said, beginning to struggle again.
"Make me," She whispered, kissing me again. This time, I didn't resist. There was something almost… sexy about someone else taking charge for once. Fritton's hands and mouth were roaming across every plane of my body and—
"Oh dear god!" Piers slammed his ancestor's lost diary closed with a snap. That was horrifying… He peeked back inside, only to see more of the developing… err… relations between his ancestor and the pirate Fritton. He threw the book across the room and it the wall beside the bathroom door with a thud.
The bathroom door flew open, "What are you doing, dear?" Annabelle Fritton stuck her head out into his bedroom, she had changed into her black silk nightdress and she smiled seductively. Her spilling brown curls ran perpendicular to the floor and her shining eyes were glinting with all the mystery and fire of her soul.
"Uh, nothing, Belle." He fidgeted awkwardly with the sheets of the bedspread.
"What's this?" She bent down to pick up the diary from the floor.
"NOTHING!" Piers shouted, launching himself out of the bed and snatching the book out her hands, "It's nothing, don't worry about it." He said softly, slipping the journal into the flames of the fire behind him.
"Now, Piers, what are you hiding from me?" Annabelle got very close to him, trying to seduce the secret out of him.
He considered telling her, and then decided that it would only make their relationship awkward if they both knew, also making sleeping together awkward. And he didn't want that to be awkward… He liked that part. Speaking of which, "I'm not hiding anything, Annabelle," She didn't believe him, but he silenced her suspicions with a passionate kiss. He did just as his ancestor did, but this time the ball was in his court and he refused to let her take charge; no matter how hard she tried. The journal blazed in the fireplace as the night air warmed and cooled around the fiery couple.