Avast Maty!
Disclaimer: It ain't mine. So there. Although Will is! *sigh* "You're still here?" Will said as Caroline scrambled to restack his letters.
"Of course we are." Michaela answered. "You locked the door."
"Oh," He said. "Right. What are you doing?" He turned to face Caroline, who had gotten the stack piled neatly.
"Uh, nothing."
"You can't even read. can you?" He asked dubiously.
"Of course we can read. Geeze, you know what you need around here?" Michaela said, eyeing Caroline maliciously. "A girl. I'm sure Caroline-"
"Shut up!" Caroline lunged at her so called "Friend" and they both fell into a heap on the bed.
"I sincerely hope I'm not interrupting anything." A new voice said.
Michaela looked up and squeaked. Jack had joined Will at the doorway. She squirmed out from under Caroline. "No, I was just saying uh."
"How hot you are." Caroling provided while Michaela glared. She rushed on before Michaela could stop her. "My friend here thinks you're very attractive."
"Is that so?" Jack asked Michaela. Or rather, Michaela's chest. He couldn't seem to peel his eyes off of her boobs.
Michaela, who was now as red as a beet grabed a blanket and wrapped it around herself.
Will cringed as sheets and pillows went askew, ruining the previously perfectly made bed. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh, what are we going to do with them, Jack. Uh, Jack?" He elbowed the captain.
"Huh? Oh. How about we each take one. I'll have the short, simple one- "
"Who are you calling simple?" Michaela demanded, glaring up from her meager height of a few inches over five feet.
"You, obviously." Caroline said.
"I'm not simple!"
"Jack, shouldn't we ask for their opinion?" Will asked.
"That's Captain Jack to you. You, love, can call me anything ya like." He winked at Michaela.
"Will rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't we ask their opinion, *Captain* Jack?"
"Alright, loves. Which would you rather, sleep with us, or with the rest of the crew?"
***
"You're on my side."
"Am no. you're on my side."
"The whole bed is my side."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"I have an idea. You go sleep on the floor an I'll keep the bed for myself."
"Why should I abandon my bed so a gangly little stow-away can sprawl?"
"I'm not a stow-away, I'm a kidnapee."
"Caroline?"
"Yes, Will?"
"Go to sleep."
"But you're on my side!"
~*~*~ MEANWHILE ~*~*~
"Come on back, love."
"No, not 'till you promise."
Jack sighed audibly. "Fine. I promise I won't grope you."
Michaela looked at him severely.
He sighed again. "Or pinch, or kiss, or lick, or fondle or touch or nibble or tickle or peck or hug or molest or 'administer' or transmit AIDS. Happy?"
"Fine." Michaela muttered and climbed back under the covers beside Jack, where she immediately slapping him across the face.
"What? You never said anything about stroking!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Thanks for my lovely reviews (all three of you!) If you guys hadn't of sucked up to me I probably wouldn't of bothered continuing the story. Bimboobee: Which weird books, dare I ask? Herminone-amy: Oh well, plot is over-rated anyways :P MadamStella: Too bad, Will is mine! BWA HAHAHA! Anyways, thanks ever so for your review! There's nothing like inflating the ego to get a writer to update! Oh, and if you _really_ like my writing and you live in Alberta tune into cbc radio between noon and one. one of my stories is gonna be aired cuz I won a contest. Anyways, happy reading!
Disclaimer: It ain't mine. So there. Although Will is! *sigh* "You're still here?" Will said as Caroline scrambled to restack his letters.
"Of course we are." Michaela answered. "You locked the door."
"Oh," He said. "Right. What are you doing?" He turned to face Caroline, who had gotten the stack piled neatly.
"Uh, nothing."
"You can't even read. can you?" He asked dubiously.
"Of course we can read. Geeze, you know what you need around here?" Michaela said, eyeing Caroline maliciously. "A girl. I'm sure Caroline-"
"Shut up!" Caroline lunged at her so called "Friend" and they both fell into a heap on the bed.
"I sincerely hope I'm not interrupting anything." A new voice said.
Michaela looked up and squeaked. Jack had joined Will at the doorway. She squirmed out from under Caroline. "No, I was just saying uh."
"How hot you are." Caroling provided while Michaela glared. She rushed on before Michaela could stop her. "My friend here thinks you're very attractive."
"Is that so?" Jack asked Michaela. Or rather, Michaela's chest. He couldn't seem to peel his eyes off of her boobs.
Michaela, who was now as red as a beet grabed a blanket and wrapped it around herself.
Will cringed as sheets and pillows went askew, ruining the previously perfectly made bed. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh, what are we going to do with them, Jack. Uh, Jack?" He elbowed the captain.
"Huh? Oh. How about we each take one. I'll have the short, simple one- "
"Who are you calling simple?" Michaela demanded, glaring up from her meager height of a few inches over five feet.
"You, obviously." Caroline said.
"I'm not simple!"
"Jack, shouldn't we ask for their opinion?" Will asked.
"That's Captain Jack to you. You, love, can call me anything ya like." He winked at Michaela.
"Will rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't we ask their opinion, *Captain* Jack?"
"Alright, loves. Which would you rather, sleep with us, or with the rest of the crew?"
***
"You're on my side."
"Am no. you're on my side."
"The whole bed is my side."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"I have an idea. You go sleep on the floor an I'll keep the bed for myself."
"Why should I abandon my bed so a gangly little stow-away can sprawl?"
"I'm not a stow-away, I'm a kidnapee."
"Caroline?"
"Yes, Will?"
"Go to sleep."
"But you're on my side!"
~*~*~ MEANWHILE ~*~*~
"Come on back, love."
"No, not 'till you promise."
Jack sighed audibly. "Fine. I promise I won't grope you."
Michaela looked at him severely.
He sighed again. "Or pinch, or kiss, or lick, or fondle or touch or nibble or tickle or peck or hug or molest or 'administer' or transmit AIDS. Happy?"
"Fine." Michaela muttered and climbed back under the covers beside Jack, where she immediately slapping him across the face.
"What? You never said anything about stroking!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE- Thanks for my lovely reviews (all three of you!) If you guys hadn't of sucked up to me I probably wouldn't of bothered continuing the story. Bimboobee: Which weird books, dare I ask? Herminone-amy: Oh well, plot is over-rated anyways :P MadamStella: Too bad, Will is mine! BWA HAHAHA! Anyways, thanks ever so for your review! There's nothing like inflating the ego to get a writer to update! Oh, and if you _really_ like my writing and you live in Alberta tune into cbc radio between noon and one. one of my stories is gonna be aired cuz I won a contest. Anyways, happy reading!