She cupped her hands together and brought them near her chest as her lips stretched out into the widest smile. It was from trying not to giggle and break character as she was having so much fun that it was bubbling over.
“Oh brave prince! I feared none would ever come to rescue me. I hope you are not terribly hurt.”
Reaching out, she began to gently run her hands along his torso, knowing this would be completely inappropriate in Old England in the 11th century. But it didn’t have to be accurate.
“Such a strong, handsome prince who has come to rescue me,” she flirted, smiling at him. Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from it.
As she ran her hands over his chest, Jack made a low, pleased sound that was almost a purr. It took him a moment to recover himself and get back in to character, but he went on, with a gallant smile, “Fear not, sweet princess. With my skill and swiftness, the villains left not a mark on me.”
His smile faded a little as, for a moment, he found himself thinking back to all the one-sided fights of his childhood. His tormentors had left plenty of marks back then, and sometimes being able to run fast was the only thing that had kept the little blue boy from being hurt worse. But – oh hell, he didn’t want to be thinking about all that now. He pushed those memories away forcefully, keeping only enough to help him act his part now.
“But, the battle was a long one,” he went on, “and I am quite weary. I’d very much like to rest for a while, in your company.” Feeling better now, Jack reached up and gently brushed some of Katelynn’s hair back. Like her touches and flirting, it would have been a very inappropriate gesture back in medieval times, but it felt very right now. “If I may say, Princess Katelynn … in all the songs and tales I’ve heard of you, none spoke of how beautiful you are.”
Though she blushed at his comment, she had been watching his face as he sprouted his improv lines, seeing his smile fall. Hopefully he wasn’t loosing interest in their playful roleplaying unless it was just reminding him of something? Cupping his cheek gently, she smiled bashfully at him and hoped her words and actions could help with that.
“I did not know such tales were woven of me but really…the only beautiful one I see is thee…brave, strong, handsome and just the most wonderful of all…” she spoke earnestly, combining her true feelings into her acting.
“You have risked much to get so far and for that I am truly thankful..it must not have been easy but it shaped you into who you are…someone I have fallen instantly in love with. I would be most honored to bask in your presence for all time.”
Lowering her hand from his cheek, she scooted over to him and cuddled into his side, sighing contently. Though this was meant to be a form of fun foreplay, she couldn’t help but shower him with love and hope it would ease his heart. Perhaps it would even earn her a kiss? She loved it when he took the initiative to do that if nothing else.
And it did ease his heart. Jack tilted his cheek into her hand, almost like a cat being petted, closing his eyes with contentment as he listened to her words. It took all his resistance not to pull her into his arms and cover her with kisses right away, but that wasn’t the way this sort of fantasy went – and he wanted to do it right.
“The honor would be all mine,” he answered her, smiling once again. As Katelynn cuddled against him, Jack wrapped one arm around her. With his free hand, he reached up and caressed her cheek. “I never put much faith in love at first sight. But now, when I see you, princess, I could easily believe in it.” He leaned in and buried his face in her hair for a moment, breathing in her warm, sweetly exciting scent. “You are as kind and sweet, as generous and brave, as you are beautiful. And I love you."
Jack shifted a little so that he was leaning partway over her, gazing down into her eyes. "If I may be so bold, dearest Katelynn, as to ask for a kiss?"
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