Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Sept 7, 2023 17:27:35 GMT -5
Tilly smiles and puts on her clothes. "I've taken a liking to this little nook out in God knows where. It seems peaceful compared to that big city I came from before. I like the thought of a little town by the waters edge."
Tilly will help straighten the collar on Frankie's shirt and giving her cheek a peck. "I think I'll go make some Introductions and see if any of the other crew members need assistance. I'm going to be enjoying your company the most out of your crew." Tilly begins to climb the steps back up to the deck. The warm air a welcome greeting. These arrangements she's made are more than satisfactory. Life here is only going to keep getting better. She's ready to breath it in.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Sept 13, 2023 15:17:10 GMT -5
As Tilly fixes Frankie's collar, the half goblin places her hands on the red head's hips. There was a sense of intimacy she appreciated in that moment of closeness, and it even brought a darker shade of green to her cheeks, especially after the peck. She slipped her hands from Tilly's sides and grinned a genuine grin from ear to ear, eying up her bounty. What a lucky little gobbo!
"Uh huh, you do that," she said as she slipped her feet into her boots and began tying them. "These guys are gonna be your family before long. We all gotta trust each other, so try to make a good first impression, eh?" Then she stood up straight, one foot on a stool, her boot now tied. "They're gonna tease you about fuckin' the captain, but pay it no mind. Or take pride in it. My green ass is one hell of a catch."
She gave a wink before Tilly scooted out the door, then she gave a little sigh. "Just like your pale one." Then she grinned.
"Ha! Best morning!"
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Apr 12, 2024 15:24:38 GMT -5
Something has been stirring inside Tilly, a feeling rather. These past few months she's been working hard to solidify her place amongst the crew. Just because she's all shiny and pretty doesn't mean anything. Her hands even before joining the crew were calloused from the tinkering in her spare time, something she hasn't done since before she arrived here. She's found friends with the crew and even a little action with the captain. Frankie was an attentive lover and a phenomenal boss, the perfect package. These feelings she feels were the warmth of belonging and having another comradery... right?
Tonight went along like any night, sleep replaced with throes of pleasure. She no longer thought of Frankie of the crew as lesser beings compared to when she first met them. When the beating of her heart dies down and the night becomes still, she turns to face Frankie. The moonlight drapes over Tilly's naked form. Her eyes widen as a sense of realization hits her. That feeling of warm friendship was a ploy for this strong feeling of love. The pot was shimmering before but boy is it boiling now. All those times that she thought she admired something in Frankie like her strength, ingenuity, and how easily she makes Tilly laugh what Tilly loves about Frankie.
"I might be in love with this woman" Tilly thinks as the lightbulb flickers on in her head. Her head swirls with even more thoughts before she blurts out "We need to talk!" She had often heard of post coital clarity, but she didn't think it happened to women. Even in the dimness of the captains quarters, things have never looked so clear before. Maybe the friendly feelings she felt towards Frankie were actually secretly gay feelings.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Apr 14, 2024 6:03:08 GMT -5
No matter how long the days got, productive or otherwise, they had been worth it since coming to Port Argentium. Thinking about it always brought a bit of surprise to the half goblin, she was the captain of a trade ship who had set up in a town without standard trade. How did things go so… right?
It was clear she'd done something incredibly right. Working with Lady Naoki, the boss with the cat ears, and helping her people with what the Green Queen carried below decks had turned out to be worth it, and the risk Frankie took resulted in one hell of a return. The material part of it was still ongoing, but Naoki had offered Frankie the role of Dock Master, and with it status in the ever growing town. Frankie took to it well.
But fame and fortune weren't the only things Frankie had managed to find in Port Argentium, she'd also found something that made the end of most days incredible. After the books had been reviewed, the evening watch briefed, and the day crew dismissed, she often walked back to her ship with a skip in her step with the anticipation that most nights she wasn't to dine alone.
That extra something she'd found was more of a someone. One of the first people she came across in this new world was none other than Tilly Vanderbilt. A fiery red haired noblewoman who’s figure almost immediately caught Frankie’s eye, but it wasn't until Tilly expressed an interest in her ship and crew that she actually had the goblin’s attention. One thing lead to another…
It was unconventional, having a lover join her crew, and Frankie was well aware of the ethics and optics, but it was a risk that worked out in her favour. Tilly fit right in with Frankie’s rabble of green skins and worked just as hard, if not harder, than any of them. She soaked up the nautical and dock life like a sponge, and was often the first to volunteer for the tougher jobs. Where Frankie figured she'd back out in fear of breaking a nail, Tilly proved her wrong time and time again until Frankie saw someone she could rely on.
Where she saw someone she could count on, she also saw someone who made her laugh, someone who made her think. Someone she very quickly called a friend. They would spend hours together, walking through town, surveying the docks, and they'd dine together most nights, sharing wine and laughter long into the evening before retiring to Frankie’s plush, comfortable bed for a night of passion and a good night's rest.
These thoughts meandered through Frankie’s head as she caught her breath, then she looked over her shoulder as she sat up. She watched Tilly try to regain her composure, which brought a satisfied smirk to the half goblin’s face. The way the moon shone down on her skin, how it glinted off the ever so slightly sheen of sweat, and how her red hair added that magnificent splash of colour to the white sheets and pale skin that lay by Frankie’s side. She was a very lucky goblin to have such a friend.
Frankie shifted and shimmied under the covers to the sound of buckles clinking as they became undone, then she turned and sat at the edge of the bed to undo the rest. Friend… It was a funny little word to describe what they had. A captain and a crew member. A half goblin and a human. Two women who found a spark of joy in each other in a world that kept taking from all. She felt a smile tug at her lips and her chest flutter slightly whenever she saw Fussy Boots in recent months. She’d never had a friendship like that before and…
…Wait…
We need to talk!
Those words cut through Frankie’s thoughts and interrupted them. She jumped and fumbled her apparatus, then failed in trying to catch it, allowing it to hit the carpet by her bed with a dull thump. Well, it was headed there anyway…
“Don't do that!” Frankie said as she twisted, then she took a deep breath and sighed. She turned back and allowed herself to fall backwards, head rested on Tilly’s chest.
It was time for her own green body to enjoy a moon bath that shone through the large bay window at the end of her room. It glistened not unlike Tilly's, and the ivory-like piercings on her chest glinted when they caught it just right.
Frankie reached up and ran a finger down Tilly’s nose. “What could be so damn important, lady? Relax. We don't have to be done, you can get me back later.” Tilly did owe her one after all.
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Apr 25, 2024 20:54:15 GMT -5
Tilly's face looks as red as her hair at this moment. "I-I it's not bad I think!" she stammers, a loss of words. The sight is uncharacteristic of her usual self. "I think I'm starting to feel something a little more for you."
She lays her head back on the pillow. "I don't know if this is the right way to explain it but lovey-dovey feelings. I think its a little more than a crush. I admire the courage and leadership that you have with your crew but also the gentle sweetness you've shown toward me. I cherish what we have and I hope that this doesn't muddy the waters. I don't know when I started feeling this way or when I realized it. It just sneaks up on you. One day everything is great and dandy and the next day I feel like I have hearts for eyes."
Tilly takes Frankie's hand in hers. "This is dumb...I've never really been on this end before. It's always boys that confess their feelings to me. If you don't feel the same way we can pretend like this didn't happen. So quickly the friendship we've built these past months can come crashing to a halt because of these feelings. I should know. I've destroyed more than enough friendships over not feeling the same way." She lets the words sit like the heaviness in a stale room. Tilly doesn't usually feel nervous but this time she couldn't stop. A line is being crossed and there is no coming back—no rewriting the script, no magic to take her back in time. We crossed the precipice and now it is time to face what comes next.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Apr 26, 2024 10:05:12 GMT -5
The half goblin smirked as Tilly stammered over herself, but as the words began flowing a more serious look came over Frankie’s face. She shifted and turned, lifting her head from Tilly’s bare chest, and settled back on her pillow so she could look her lover in the eye.
Feelings. In the past, that word had made her skin crawl. She moved from port to port, town to town, as did the rest of her crew, and like them she more often than not found a lover in each. Most recognised it as just some fun with a half goblin, something for the men to brag about down at the bar and for the women to gossip over. Frankie did the same in turn, comparing notes was a fun way to pass the time on the seas on longer voyages. But there were some that caught feelings, people who wanted to join her crew to remain close, or even get her out of the business. She was quick to sever those ties, and she wasn’t one to mince words over it.
But hearing those things from Tilly felt different. Her skin didn’t crawl, and she had no desire to go running for the door, or to kick the red head off her ship. Instead, as Tilly spoke, Frankie’s hand slipped over and gently pressed into her waist with her thumb stroking over that soft pale skin. Inside, she felt an odd flutter and a smile pull at her lips.
Ah, fuck…
She pressed the side of her head into the pillow and listened as Tilly’s rambling come to an end. The half goblin let the words hang in the air for a moment to squeeze a little bit of mischievous torment out of her human pal. Then, she reached up and squeezed Tilly’s face, a thumb on one cheek and her fingers on the other, pressing her lips into a pout, then she drew her close and planted a soft, delicate kiss on them.
“Y’know how we tell people we’re just havin’ fun? A couple-a gal pals just screwing around?” she asked, eyes locked on Tilly’s, but not letting go of her face for a moment. “Now you got me thinkin’, what if we didn’t anymore?” Before Tilly could speak, she lifted her free hand and placed a finger against her lips, keeping her quiet. “I reckon we just tell people we’re together.”
With that, she let go and rolled onto her back. “I reeeeaally hate to admit it, fussy boots, but what you’re saying is making a lot of sense. If it were anyone else, I’d have told you that’s not what I want and I’d want you off my ship.” Her hand shifted and slipped into Tilly’s by her side with their fingers interlocked. “But I guess this time I DO want you.”
She lifted Tilly’s hand and gently planted a kiss on her knuckle. “I guess I’ve been feeling the same way about you, anyway. You frustrate the hell out of me sometimes, but you also make me laugh and smile in a way not many others do.” Frankie moved and pressed herself against Tilly’s warmth for a moment. “There’s a whole question of Ethics, but I don’t really give a fuck about them.”
Then she laughed a little goblin laugh. “Hell, you’ve got me wanting you even after sex. If that’s not real feelings, then I’ve got no idea what is.” She let out a small sigh and placed a hand on Tilly’s cheek. “And yeah, it is dumb, but if this is what you want… I think I wanna do something dumb with you.”
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