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Skull and Dagger
Good morning!
“Mornin’, love,” Frank said with a bright smile as he entered her room, tray in hand.
“Morning,” Annabelle said in a voice that was still slightly hoarse.
“Voice’s soundin’ better today,” he commented, setting the tray down in her lap.
“I sound like a toad,” she joked, smiling up at him through long lashes.
“Then the toads you’re familiar with must sing as sweetly as nightingales.” He looked away as he said it, but consciously let the more formal accent slip through this time.
Annabelle flushed slightly and turned back to her tray, intent upon buttering her toast. “So, are you letting me leave my room today?” she demanded, changing the subject.
“Your throat—” he began.
“Is fine,” she cut him off.
He raised one eyebrow at the finger-shaped purple marks that still decorated her neck. “If it was fine,” he couldn’t help but tease, “you’d be attacking me as we speak.”
Annabelle couldn’t help but smile at that. “Maybe I’m biding my time,” she countered, “waiting to lull you into a false sense of security.”
Frank let out a deep, rich chuckle, and she couldn’t help but blush. His smile was like honey to her soul…as was that passionate flare of anger his eyes sometimes got.
“In any case,” Annabelle crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m sick of being trapped in here all day!”
Frank sighed. “The last time you got out you knocked one of my men unconscious and nearly got yourself killed,” he pointed out.
“And?” she demanded, one inquiring eyebrow raised.
“And I like to keep the chaos on my ship to a minimum,” he countered with a bemused smile.
Not even thinking what she was doing, she rose to her feet so that she was standing before him. “You would refuse me this?” she asked him softly, one handed reaching out to encircle his arm in a pleading gesture.
Her eyes continued to look right up into his…
Frank gulped. He couldn’t possibly let her know just how wrapped around her finger she had him, but…she was just so close. Her warmth, her breath, those fiery eyes…
“If Elizabeth's with you to keep you out of trouble,” he compromised.
“Morning,” Annabelle said in a voice that was still slightly hoarse.
“Voice’s soundin’ better today,” he commented, setting the tray down in her lap.
“I sound like a toad,” she joked, smiling up at him through long lashes.
“Then the toads you’re familiar with must sing as sweetly as nightingales.” He looked away as he said it, but consciously let the more formal accent slip through this time.
Annabelle flushed slightly and turned back to her tray, intent upon buttering her toast. “So, are you letting me leave my room today?” she demanded, changing the subject.
“Your throat—” he began.
“Is fine,” she cut him off.
He raised one eyebrow at the finger-shaped purple marks that still decorated her neck. “If it was fine,” he couldn’t help but tease, “you’d be attacking me as we speak.”
Annabelle couldn’t help but smile at that. “Maybe I’m biding my time,” she countered, “waiting to lull you into a false sense of security.”
Frank let out a deep, rich chuckle, and she couldn’t help but blush. His smile was like honey to her soul…as was that passionate flare of anger his eyes sometimes got.
“In any case,” Annabelle crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m sick of being trapped in here all day!”
Frank sighed. “The last time you got out you knocked one of my men unconscious and nearly got yourself killed,” he pointed out.
“And?” she demanded, one inquiring eyebrow raised.
“And I like to keep the chaos on my ship to a minimum,” he countered with a bemused smile.
Not even thinking what she was doing, she rose to her feet so that she was standing before him. “You would refuse me this?” she asked him softly, one handed reaching out to encircle his arm in a pleading gesture.
Her eyes continued to look right up into his…
Frank gulped. He couldn’t possibly let her know just how wrapped around her finger she had him, but…she was just so close. Her warmth, her breath, those fiery eyes…
“If Elizabeth's with you to keep you out of trouble,” he compromised.
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