Romance
Silent and catlike he made his way across the cabin, carefully avoiding the squeaky planks. The whole while his gaze remained firmly fixated on the dark-haired figure illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the small cabin window. He paused at her bedside and looked down at her sleeping form, a mixture of love, admiration and lust trailing across his features. He reached toward her but his hand stopped a good foot from her. He did not want to disturb this moment.
She looked like a wild angel. Her black hair, freed from its leather tie, was strewn chaotically across her pillow. The eerie light gave her features a silvery glow, accentuating the seeming otherworldliness of the scene. The blankets were drawn tightly up to her neck and she was curled partially into a ball, her side rising and falling in the slow regularity of a deep sleep.
She shifted minutely in her sleep and the spell was broken. Jack's eyes, still glowing warmly with various emotions drank in her slumbering form. He wanted to touch her, to feel the smoothness of her skin…to love her. Slowly, he reached for her again and gently caressed her cheek.
Jack grunted as he found himself on his back on the cabin floor, Ana's knee pressed down on his rib cage. Her favorite knife was putting an uncomfortable pressure on his jugular and he swallowed carefully as he met her furious stare. Beneath her loose white shirt and breeches he could sense the tension of her muscles, wire-tight with the sudden rush of adrenaline.
"Nice t' see you too luv."