Disclaimers- Not mine, not Jack or Sands... but I own me and the voices and
sometimes that's good enough for me... Sometimes
Warnings- Cat swears a lot it is just the way that she is.
A/N- At the end
###
The Chamber Pot Cash's POV, (there will NEVER be a Cat's POV...EVER)
We're sitting alone at a table... well when they say table they really mean up-turned barrel. We're playing cards. I don't know where she got the cards, and I don't want to. We've played everything from switch to poker to trumps and that damm psycho has won every hand, she cheats like nobody's business and I just thank god we're not playing for money.
We've been here for hours, Harris is over at the table in the corner with his crew getting drunk and nobody can get to him not even whores, and I've seen a good few try.
This has to be the most boring thing that Linz has ever made us do. Cat as if picking up on my train of thought, stops shuffling the deck and huffs into her jug of mead.
"There's no such thing as boring, only boring people, it's a state o' mind y'know," She says absentmindedly as she picks up the cards and shuffles them with one hand.
"You've got to be kidding they don't even sell rum or whisky here, its only brandy, ale and mead. How the hell can someone get drunk on ale? Tell me that," Cat starts to deal the cards for what looks like another game of switch. Great.
"Ale? Well I suppose one would drink it to get drunk," She retorts dryly "Says the mead drinker (shaking my head in disgust) and you call your self a respectable psychopath,"
"I don't call myself a psycho, its everyone else that does that. I happen to think that I'm perfectly norma,l" I try to keep a strait face but failing miserably, normal? That's a laugh.
Normal people don't want to kill their friends because they don't expect it and therefore aren't worthy of friendship? I really don't want to know. Trying to figure that girl out is going to get me killed... Then again not trying to figure her out might kill me faster.
I'm worried about Linz, I shouldn't have left her with that manipulative basterd. I don't trust him with one of the most important things in my life well, if I'm alive that is.
Neither Linz nor I know what Cat and myself are or do, we just showed up in her head when she was little, maybe everyone has their voices helping them out maybe not. We asked Cat once she just smiled and closed herself off to us, that means she probably doesn't know either.
Back to me not trusting Sands, he's just to slick. I told him what would happen to him if she died (basically the story would end and we would all die, we don't know if that would happen but it is the main theory at the moment) even with that there's still lots of ways he can hurt her without killing her and she does have horrible taste in men, tends to stay with the ones that don't treat her right, maybe I should just go and check on her.
"She'll be fine mate, y'know the whole shoot out in Mexico was her fault if she didn't have to go shooting her mouth off we wouldn' have to go shooting our guns', 'cides she'll always have a piece of us with her, she's more like us than the two of you would like to admit," What is she a mind reader?
"What are you a mind reader? She's not like you, I think one of you is quite enough dear,"
"Yer face is like an open book you worthless piece of shit and aye, she could be just like me if she'd let herself."
"And where would that get us eh? A bath tub full of bodies? We'd be in jail within a week or worse she'd be dead and us with her." She raises her hands up in calming motions moving them down slowly to end the age old debate for now.
"Chill with the still mate, we're here on holiday so just relax there's no need to get all uppity. Have we got a plan yet?" She inquires tilting her head to the side and playing with her jet black hair.
"No, we need to join Harris's crew and kill Jane any suggestions,"
"I can't sail a fucking ship and neither can you so, we'll need another way to get on board, as for Jane if she walks in right now there's not a hope in hell of us getting to her without getting caught."
"If you seduced Harris we could get on his crew that way," I hate the idea but I know that's our only viable option.
"No, no fucking way." Her face starts to flush with anger, she looks so damm good when she gets like this. Her emerald eyes start to sparkle dangerously and I know that she's about to lash out.
"Listen to me if you could influence him, which shouldn't be that hard for you," I look her up and down and can't help the appreciative smile that I get as her face beams with anger, looking into her eyes I continue again whilst trying to ignore my body as a certain part of my anatomy begins to swell, which is hard whilst looking into such lovely eyes. It's a pity that they belong to the craziest person that I'd ever met and not a good crazy either.
"Someone with power over him would be paramount, I could pose as your brother (right now I'm not exactly having brotherly thoughts towards her but by then I should manage it) all we would need is a couple of days until we find all we can about Buck then we kill them all,"
"How would we kill them? No, what am I thinking I'm not your whore nor am I Linz's you'll have to find another way, I'm not bloody well opening my legs every time you two can't come up with a plan, besides he's fucking ugly." She points towards the corner table to make her point.
"Fine, don't then. We might not even get another chance to join the crew then we won't find Buck. What if Linz doesn't find Buck at all or worse what if Sands finds him and gets all the credit?"
"I hate him. He wouldn't dare, would he? No, not even to stop that glory hunting basterd from getting all the fucking credit, why is he even here anyway? What is his motivation? He's up to something, I don't trust him. Even if he can't directly harm her he still wants something, eyesight my arse."
That's news to me,
"Why can't he directly hurt her?" Cat looks at me then shakes her head in confusion,
"I thought you knew, it was a clause that the furry, blue rat wrote into the second story we visited, after the incident with the Count of Monte Cristo. It was a standard running thing that states (she clears her voice and starts to quote) No character either resident to, or brought in to the authors head can physically harm said author whilst in the confines of the story, this applies to all stories there is no exception. I was so sure you knew, its kinda cool and it works too I tried to stab her that time in Mexico and couldn't it was weird the blade just disappeared then reappeared."
I remember that first time we jumped into a story, we weren't sure if it was going to work so we picked a book that wouldn't cause too much trouble but Cat and Linz were having a sword fight, the most pathetic one I've ever seen and Linz was "accidentally" stabbed by her less than remorseful opponent, we ended having a slightly longer stay than expected.
"So does Linz know about this? Does it apply to the other characters as well?"
"Well I thought you knew about it, so I'm going to vote for no, if she knew you would too, seen as how you bosom buddies share everything and all. I'll be swinging towards a no for the other question as well, it only applies to the ones that she brings here. Jesus, weren't you listening. Now where were we with the plan?"
"Nowhere, you were being prudish for the first time in your life. So if we manage to get on his crew, by some fiendish and dastardly miracle/plan which, for the record I'll call plan number two, you'll have to learn to be a pirate and work hard and get up early every morning,"
"I hardly think that refusing to whore myself out to a disgusting, fucked up, diseased son of a man who licked his own balls and got a chicken pregnant can be considered prudish, besides no way would I... how early do they get up?"
"'bout five," I retort whilst hiding a grin.
"In the morning? (I nod) Fuck that, they work at that time? oh no, I'd rather shag the ball licking chicken fucker of a Captain. Count me on board for plan number one," She says holding her hand up as if we were voting.
At that a monkey from the corner table hops over, via lots of tables spilling drinks on his way, to land on Cats shoulder, and much to her disgust starts to play with her hair.
"Get off ye furry rat basterd!" As she tries and fails to pry the monkeys hand from her hair. She finally gets him off and holds him up to her face, the monkey looks at her and cocks his head to the side and looks at her sadly.
"Oh all right I'll let ye play with my hair, but you have to promise not to pull it okay?" The monkey nods with delight as I watch on in amazement she's never nice to anyone let alone a monkey, she hates animals. She lets him go and he goes to her shoulder and jumps up and down excitedly and makes happy monkey noises. Okay now that was cute.
Captain Harris walks up to us hurriedly.
"Monkey! Monkey get off her. C'mon Monkey please leave the nice wench alone?" He pleads with the monkey whilst trying to coax him off with a piece of apple.
Cat looks up at Harris shyly, batting her eyes flirtatiously and says in a breathy voice,
"Why Captain, it appears that your monkey has taken quite a shine to me." Then she. and no word of a lie giggles.
The monkey and I both look at her jaws hanging open, stunned into silence.
###
Last time,
"So you have a plan?" To this he keeps on smiling and walks away muttering something that sounds like "The enemy of your enemy"
I have no real choice but to follow him wondering what he's up to.
###
The Lions Den My POV (which is far better, in my opinion not that I'm an attention seeker)
I've been standing at the doorway of this pub for about twenty minutes. Sands told me that he would go in and get a room for the night, that I should wait here, then he remarked about Jack not being around to save me if a blind dunk pirate thought I looked attractive, I tried to slap him but he tripped me on my ass, told me to sit, stay then walked in and left me here. Basterd, even if he is a sexy useful one.
He still hasn't told me anything of our plan, I'm beginning to think that he hasn't got one. The street is quiet... well for a street in Tortuga at least. I look to see the name of the sign above the door "The Lions Den" why does that sound so familiar? Maybe it is the name of a pub back home or in another story.
I was spared from having to think about it any longer because Sands walks out the door and speaks.
"Got one (he twirls the key on his finger to prove his point) but there's just one problem no, no you'll find out when we get there, its this way, I think,"
He motions to a door next to the one I'd been standing by, then opens it and walks in. I follow him, not for the first time tonight and I'm not happy about it I may even go in a huff.
As the door closes behind me we are plunged into darkness, it takes a while for my eyes to adjust, Sands pulls out his Zippo and lights it so that we can see. He leads us up the stairs to where there are two rooms next to each other. The one on the right, number three is clearly occupied due to the noises coming from it, a high pitched squeaking and loud screeching of a female who is obviously enjoying herself.
Sands struggles to opens the door to room number two, while I walk over to room number three to listen, not in a perverted way its just that she was really enjoying herself. Occasionally you could hear a man saying things but to low for me to identify what the words were, only that they were said in pleasure, I think I just heard another woman's voice. Big up mister number three he's getting it from all angles tonight.
"What, you want to join in? I'm sure they wouldn't mind, if you're willing to join in with three other woman maybe you not such a lost cause after all," Sands was looking at me with his sister fucking grin again. I feel a blush creeping up my face and am powerless to stop it.
"What do you mean "lost cause"? Three? Really? I can only hear two," The grin left his face suddenly, he cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes he listened, after a moment the grin reappeared.
"Yep definitely three and one man that has a lot of good luck, so do you want to join, I think the four of them are at the point where they really wouldn't mind an extra set of hands." As if to prove his point the women started to get very vocal as they reached some sort of climax, I don't know what lucky number three is doing to them but I wouldn't mind a shot myself. Okay where did that thought come from?
I walk past Sands into the room and see the beds of rather lack of beds there was one single bed. I turn on him as he closes and locks the door, he just raises his hands in submission.
"It was the only room left I swear." I really don't believe him; I don't even think that he believes himself.
"Fine, you sleep on the floor cause I'm sleeping on the bed," He smiles as if I've just walked into his trap which I haven't. Then he dodges by me and jumps onto the bed, where he pats a small place on it, beckoning me to sit down as he puts out the Zippo and back into his pocket, trapping us in a shadowy twilight.
"Me too. So why don't you just come over here so we can get some sleep (he stops and seems to consider his words) if the passionate neighbours will let us." Number three and its occupants had finished but now started up again there was a lot to be said for stamina.
Giving up, cause I was actually quite tired and absolutely not to the fact that Sands was asking me to bed I take off my jacket and boots and walk over to lay next to him. I take my hat off and sit it on the floor next to the bed.
The bed was quite small so we were touching. The length of his warm body next to mine made me shiver, I have to turn my back to him to stop him from seeing my reaction to his body in the dim light.
He might not have seen it but he absolutely felt it as he laughed softly into the back of my neck which starts me thinking on very bad sinful thoughts he puts his arm around me and pulls me tightly against him.
Bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the oh my god he's blowing against the back of my neck and it feels so right and good. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, damm my sensitive neck. Number three are going hell for leather and boy are they going at it we could give them a run for their money, sure why not if Sands doesn't fuck this up well he might just get ... well fucked up.
He kisses my neck just behind my ear as his fingers gently but forcefully squeezing my hip bone pressing us tighter together unconsciously I give a little moan. He sighs slightly into my neck, which sends more shivers down my spine. He stays still for a moment before moving his hand putting some distance between us, he gives my ass a slap. Not too hard but hard enough that I forget all about sex.
"Well princess what do you say to fucking like bunnies till the sun comes up, eh?" I kick him as hard as I can in the shins and he rolls of the bed with a thud. Muttering a number of curses as he gets up and walks to the door.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find me a couple of whores who WILL want to fuck like bunnies. What are you scared of being left alone? Put your gun under your pillow, I'm surprised that you don't have it there already to protect your virtue." With that he makes to leave.
"I thought we were going to stick together?" He sighs dramatically
"Then I'll just have to bring the whores here then wont I?"
"Don't bother Mister Sands just lock the door as you leave," And with that he leaves, closing and locking the door behind him. Once I alone I pick up my pistol and knife and put them under my pillow, I then try to get some sleep, blocking out the noises from the room next door as they started at it for the third time.
####
So what do you think of that? Was it good was it not? Were there any really crap bits. I can't stop Cat from swearing she just does that. But she found a friend at least.
Speaking of which, does anybody have a name that they think the monkey should be called. Cat wants to name him "Depp" which I'm fine with but I'm just saying encase anyone has a better name.
AndromadaStarr- Sands recognises your fact and says that he doesn't need to walk anywhere so long as there's plenty of tequila handy he also hopes that you don't have any walking plans yourself. I'm glad your socks are rocked off and Cat wouldn't take too kindly to anyone trying to kill me which is a good thing that I don't plan on stopping.
Defina- I read your comments about your fav bits there some of mine to I started laughing at the computer and everyone asked me what was so funny, I replied Arsenic they didn't get it which was a good thing. Hope you like this chap.
Marahootei- Another me eh? Well its not me that worries me its Cat and Cash as long as there's only one each of them we'll both be okay.
As always read and review please cus I love people reviewing me. tis fun. bye
Warnings- Cat swears a lot it is just the way that she is.
A/N- At the end
###
The Chamber Pot Cash's POV, (there will NEVER be a Cat's POV...EVER)
We're sitting alone at a table... well when they say table they really mean up-turned barrel. We're playing cards. I don't know where she got the cards, and I don't want to. We've played everything from switch to poker to trumps and that damm psycho has won every hand, she cheats like nobody's business and I just thank god we're not playing for money.
We've been here for hours, Harris is over at the table in the corner with his crew getting drunk and nobody can get to him not even whores, and I've seen a good few try.
This has to be the most boring thing that Linz has ever made us do. Cat as if picking up on my train of thought, stops shuffling the deck and huffs into her jug of mead.
"There's no such thing as boring, only boring people, it's a state o' mind y'know," She says absentmindedly as she picks up the cards and shuffles them with one hand.
"You've got to be kidding they don't even sell rum or whisky here, its only brandy, ale and mead. How the hell can someone get drunk on ale? Tell me that," Cat starts to deal the cards for what looks like another game of switch. Great.
"Ale? Well I suppose one would drink it to get drunk," She retorts dryly "Says the mead drinker (shaking my head in disgust) and you call your self a respectable psychopath,"
"I don't call myself a psycho, its everyone else that does that. I happen to think that I'm perfectly norma,l" I try to keep a strait face but failing miserably, normal? That's a laugh.
Normal people don't want to kill their friends because they don't expect it and therefore aren't worthy of friendship? I really don't want to know. Trying to figure that girl out is going to get me killed... Then again not trying to figure her out might kill me faster.
I'm worried about Linz, I shouldn't have left her with that manipulative basterd. I don't trust him with one of the most important things in my life well, if I'm alive that is.
Neither Linz nor I know what Cat and myself are or do, we just showed up in her head when she was little, maybe everyone has their voices helping them out maybe not. We asked Cat once she just smiled and closed herself off to us, that means she probably doesn't know either.
Back to me not trusting Sands, he's just to slick. I told him what would happen to him if she died (basically the story would end and we would all die, we don't know if that would happen but it is the main theory at the moment) even with that there's still lots of ways he can hurt her without killing her and she does have horrible taste in men, tends to stay with the ones that don't treat her right, maybe I should just go and check on her.
"She'll be fine mate, y'know the whole shoot out in Mexico was her fault if she didn't have to go shooting her mouth off we wouldn' have to go shooting our guns', 'cides she'll always have a piece of us with her, she's more like us than the two of you would like to admit," What is she a mind reader?
"What are you a mind reader? She's not like you, I think one of you is quite enough dear,"
"Yer face is like an open book you worthless piece of shit and aye, she could be just like me if she'd let herself."
"And where would that get us eh? A bath tub full of bodies? We'd be in jail within a week or worse she'd be dead and us with her." She raises her hands up in calming motions moving them down slowly to end the age old debate for now.
"Chill with the still mate, we're here on holiday so just relax there's no need to get all uppity. Have we got a plan yet?" She inquires tilting her head to the side and playing with her jet black hair.
"No, we need to join Harris's crew and kill Jane any suggestions,"
"I can't sail a fucking ship and neither can you so, we'll need another way to get on board, as for Jane if she walks in right now there's not a hope in hell of us getting to her without getting caught."
"If you seduced Harris we could get on his crew that way," I hate the idea but I know that's our only viable option.
"No, no fucking way." Her face starts to flush with anger, she looks so damm good when she gets like this. Her emerald eyes start to sparkle dangerously and I know that she's about to lash out.
"Listen to me if you could influence him, which shouldn't be that hard for you," I look her up and down and can't help the appreciative smile that I get as her face beams with anger, looking into her eyes I continue again whilst trying to ignore my body as a certain part of my anatomy begins to swell, which is hard whilst looking into such lovely eyes. It's a pity that they belong to the craziest person that I'd ever met and not a good crazy either.
"Someone with power over him would be paramount, I could pose as your brother (right now I'm not exactly having brotherly thoughts towards her but by then I should manage it) all we would need is a couple of days until we find all we can about Buck then we kill them all,"
"How would we kill them? No, what am I thinking I'm not your whore nor am I Linz's you'll have to find another way, I'm not bloody well opening my legs every time you two can't come up with a plan, besides he's fucking ugly." She points towards the corner table to make her point.
"Fine, don't then. We might not even get another chance to join the crew then we won't find Buck. What if Linz doesn't find Buck at all or worse what if Sands finds him and gets all the credit?"
"I hate him. He wouldn't dare, would he? No, not even to stop that glory hunting basterd from getting all the fucking credit, why is he even here anyway? What is his motivation? He's up to something, I don't trust him. Even if he can't directly harm her he still wants something, eyesight my arse."
That's news to me,
"Why can't he directly hurt her?" Cat looks at me then shakes her head in confusion,
"I thought you knew, it was a clause that the furry, blue rat wrote into the second story we visited, after the incident with the Count of Monte Cristo. It was a standard running thing that states (she clears her voice and starts to quote) No character either resident to, or brought in to the authors head can physically harm said author whilst in the confines of the story, this applies to all stories there is no exception. I was so sure you knew, its kinda cool and it works too I tried to stab her that time in Mexico and couldn't it was weird the blade just disappeared then reappeared."
I remember that first time we jumped into a story, we weren't sure if it was going to work so we picked a book that wouldn't cause too much trouble but Cat and Linz were having a sword fight, the most pathetic one I've ever seen and Linz was "accidentally" stabbed by her less than remorseful opponent, we ended having a slightly longer stay than expected.
"So does Linz know about this? Does it apply to the other characters as well?"
"Well I thought you knew about it, so I'm going to vote for no, if she knew you would too, seen as how you bosom buddies share everything and all. I'll be swinging towards a no for the other question as well, it only applies to the ones that she brings here. Jesus, weren't you listening. Now where were we with the plan?"
"Nowhere, you were being prudish for the first time in your life. So if we manage to get on his crew, by some fiendish and dastardly miracle/plan which, for the record I'll call plan number two, you'll have to learn to be a pirate and work hard and get up early every morning,"
"I hardly think that refusing to whore myself out to a disgusting, fucked up, diseased son of a man who licked his own balls and got a chicken pregnant can be considered prudish, besides no way would I... how early do they get up?"
"'bout five," I retort whilst hiding a grin.
"In the morning? (I nod) Fuck that, they work at that time? oh no, I'd rather shag the ball licking chicken fucker of a Captain. Count me on board for plan number one," She says holding her hand up as if we were voting.
At that a monkey from the corner table hops over, via lots of tables spilling drinks on his way, to land on Cats shoulder, and much to her disgust starts to play with her hair.
"Get off ye furry rat basterd!" As she tries and fails to pry the monkeys hand from her hair. She finally gets him off and holds him up to her face, the monkey looks at her and cocks his head to the side and looks at her sadly.
"Oh all right I'll let ye play with my hair, but you have to promise not to pull it okay?" The monkey nods with delight as I watch on in amazement she's never nice to anyone let alone a monkey, she hates animals. She lets him go and he goes to her shoulder and jumps up and down excitedly and makes happy monkey noises. Okay now that was cute.
Captain Harris walks up to us hurriedly.
"Monkey! Monkey get off her. C'mon Monkey please leave the nice wench alone?" He pleads with the monkey whilst trying to coax him off with a piece of apple.
Cat looks up at Harris shyly, batting her eyes flirtatiously and says in a breathy voice,
"Why Captain, it appears that your monkey has taken quite a shine to me." Then she. and no word of a lie giggles.
The monkey and I both look at her jaws hanging open, stunned into silence.
###
Last time,
"So you have a plan?" To this he keeps on smiling and walks away muttering something that sounds like "The enemy of your enemy"
I have no real choice but to follow him wondering what he's up to.
###
The Lions Den My POV (which is far better, in my opinion not that I'm an attention seeker)
I've been standing at the doorway of this pub for about twenty minutes. Sands told me that he would go in and get a room for the night, that I should wait here, then he remarked about Jack not being around to save me if a blind dunk pirate thought I looked attractive, I tried to slap him but he tripped me on my ass, told me to sit, stay then walked in and left me here. Basterd, even if he is a sexy useful one.
He still hasn't told me anything of our plan, I'm beginning to think that he hasn't got one. The street is quiet... well for a street in Tortuga at least. I look to see the name of the sign above the door "The Lions Den" why does that sound so familiar? Maybe it is the name of a pub back home or in another story.
I was spared from having to think about it any longer because Sands walks out the door and speaks.
"Got one (he twirls the key on his finger to prove his point) but there's just one problem no, no you'll find out when we get there, its this way, I think,"
He motions to a door next to the one I'd been standing by, then opens it and walks in. I follow him, not for the first time tonight and I'm not happy about it I may even go in a huff.
As the door closes behind me we are plunged into darkness, it takes a while for my eyes to adjust, Sands pulls out his Zippo and lights it so that we can see. He leads us up the stairs to where there are two rooms next to each other. The one on the right, number three is clearly occupied due to the noises coming from it, a high pitched squeaking and loud screeching of a female who is obviously enjoying herself.
Sands struggles to opens the door to room number two, while I walk over to room number three to listen, not in a perverted way its just that she was really enjoying herself. Occasionally you could hear a man saying things but to low for me to identify what the words were, only that they were said in pleasure, I think I just heard another woman's voice. Big up mister number three he's getting it from all angles tonight.
"What, you want to join in? I'm sure they wouldn't mind, if you're willing to join in with three other woman maybe you not such a lost cause after all," Sands was looking at me with his sister fucking grin again. I feel a blush creeping up my face and am powerless to stop it.
"What do you mean "lost cause"? Three? Really? I can only hear two," The grin left his face suddenly, he cocked his head to the side and closed his eyes he listened, after a moment the grin reappeared.
"Yep definitely three and one man that has a lot of good luck, so do you want to join, I think the four of them are at the point where they really wouldn't mind an extra set of hands." As if to prove his point the women started to get very vocal as they reached some sort of climax, I don't know what lucky number three is doing to them but I wouldn't mind a shot myself. Okay where did that thought come from?
I walk past Sands into the room and see the beds of rather lack of beds there was one single bed. I turn on him as he closes and locks the door, he just raises his hands in submission.
"It was the only room left I swear." I really don't believe him; I don't even think that he believes himself.
"Fine, you sleep on the floor cause I'm sleeping on the bed," He smiles as if I've just walked into his trap which I haven't. Then he dodges by me and jumps onto the bed, where he pats a small place on it, beckoning me to sit down as he puts out the Zippo and back into his pocket, trapping us in a shadowy twilight.
"Me too. So why don't you just come over here so we can get some sleep (he stops and seems to consider his words) if the passionate neighbours will let us." Number three and its occupants had finished but now started up again there was a lot to be said for stamina.
Giving up, cause I was actually quite tired and absolutely not to the fact that Sands was asking me to bed I take off my jacket and boots and walk over to lay next to him. I take my hat off and sit it on the floor next to the bed.
The bed was quite small so we were touching. The length of his warm body next to mine made me shiver, I have to turn my back to him to stop him from seeing my reaction to his body in the dim light.
He might not have seen it but he absolutely felt it as he laughed softly into the back of my neck which starts me thinking on very bad sinful thoughts he puts his arm around me and pulls me tightly against him.
Bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the oh my god he's blowing against the back of my neck and it feels so right and good. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, damm my sensitive neck. Number three are going hell for leather and boy are they going at it we could give them a run for their money, sure why not if Sands doesn't fuck this up well he might just get ... well fucked up.
He kisses my neck just behind my ear as his fingers gently but forcefully squeezing my hip bone pressing us tighter together unconsciously I give a little moan. He sighs slightly into my neck, which sends more shivers down my spine. He stays still for a moment before moving his hand putting some distance between us, he gives my ass a slap. Not too hard but hard enough that I forget all about sex.
"Well princess what do you say to fucking like bunnies till the sun comes up, eh?" I kick him as hard as I can in the shins and he rolls of the bed with a thud. Muttering a number of curses as he gets up and walks to the door.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to find me a couple of whores who WILL want to fuck like bunnies. What are you scared of being left alone? Put your gun under your pillow, I'm surprised that you don't have it there already to protect your virtue." With that he makes to leave.
"I thought we were going to stick together?" He sighs dramatically
"Then I'll just have to bring the whores here then wont I?"
"Don't bother Mister Sands just lock the door as you leave," And with that he leaves, closing and locking the door behind him. Once I alone I pick up my pistol and knife and put them under my pillow, I then try to get some sleep, blocking out the noises from the room next door as they started at it for the third time.
####
So what do you think of that? Was it good was it not? Were there any really crap bits. I can't stop Cat from swearing she just does that. But she found a friend at least.
Speaking of which, does anybody have a name that they think the monkey should be called. Cat wants to name him "Depp" which I'm fine with but I'm just saying encase anyone has a better name.
AndromadaStarr- Sands recognises your fact and says that he doesn't need to walk anywhere so long as there's plenty of tequila handy he also hopes that you don't have any walking plans yourself. I'm glad your socks are rocked off and Cat wouldn't take too kindly to anyone trying to kill me which is a good thing that I don't plan on stopping.
Defina- I read your comments about your fav bits there some of mine to I started laughing at the computer and everyone asked me what was so funny, I replied Arsenic they didn't get it which was a good thing. Hope you like this chap.
Marahootei- Another me eh? Well its not me that worries me its Cat and Cash as long as there's only one each of them we'll both be okay.
As always read and review please cus I love people reviewing me. tis fun. bye