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applecameronJust for fun, I decided to snip out a sex scene from the longer Captain Blood fic I've had in the hopper for too long now, I Corinthians. (This, by the way, should mandate that I write at least one more in that particular fic, for novelty's sake.}
Title : "I Corinthians (excerpt)"
Author : Apple Cameron, 2003
Category: EXCERPT OF WORK IN PROGRESS, standalone PWP
Rating : R/NC-17, Adults only
What : "Captain Blood" (1935 film)
People : Captain Blood/Mr. Jeremiah Pitt, late of England, more recently of Port Royal in the Barbados.
Archive: NO.
<excerpt>
Both men sat in the captain's cabin, very much at their ease. The meal nearly complete.
"How fared your injuries today, Mr. Pitt?"
"Very well, Captain. The pain is not so great as to keep me from my duties any longer." The other man's teeth were white against his sunburnt skin as he smiled. Mr. Pitt had been far too long indoors, as prescribed by his Captain and Doctor. His face was grown slightly pale for master of a ship, though that would change quickly now that he was back on deck.
"I am gratified to hear it. More wine, then?"
"No, thank you, sir."
The sailor had sat for a long, quiet moment, one finger running along the edge of his glass, nearly empty of the evening's blood-red liquid. Then grinned at his captain.
Curious, Blood asked, "Mr. Pitt?"
The man's eye twinkled. "I was thinking of dessert, Captain."
"I fear there is only a little fresh fruit --" He reached for the bell, to ring for his steward.
Jeremy stood and stayed his hand. "Not that kind of dessert, Captain." And then his lips found Peter's.
Blood's gasp of surprise quickly became quite a different sound, whilst Jeremy Pitt settled himself in his Captain's lap, as if he sat there many a time before. Pitt interlaced their fingers and held Peter's hands away from both their bodies, teasing him as their mouths jointly devoured one another. After several long moments during which neither man felt much need to come up for air, Jeremy released Blood's hands from their captivity and dug his own fingertips into Peter's hair.
This freed Peter to caress the other man's backside through his clothing, and pull them even closer together, in time with the rocking of the ship. Jeremy's body arched and returned in his clasp, causing the most incredible sensations to ripple through Blood's frame. And evoking even more incredible ones in his companion, judging by the earnest moans his own mouth swallowed. This arrangement went on for a brief eternity, and Peter's head was positively spinning by the time Jeremy withdrew and began stripping off relevant articles of clothing.
That involved some physical separation, but Peter refused to protest, as the end result was an extremely fine Jeremiah Pitt, in his arms, in nothing more than a thin shirt. Peter could reach beneath the garment and stroke the network of scars on the other man's back with his hands, affirming more intimately what he already knew as Jeremy's doctor: he was quite well, now. Quite well indeed, for any number of tasks that might arise.
There was only one task he wanted the master of his ship to handle at the moment. Jeremy's fingers loosened Peter's breeches and he gave a whisper of a cry in response, twitching for just a moment at the bare touch of the man's fingertips against his sensitized flesh. Blood relinquished his coat and shirt without protest.
His chest was now naked save for the mouth of Jeremy Pitt upon it.
Pitt reached across the table for the butter, and lifted away to apply it where it would serve them best. The smooth slickness of his touch sent Blood beyond any consideration of comfort, and he toppled them both onto the deck of the cabin, until Jeremy's head rested against a stray boot.
He looked in Pitt's eyes, the man's face flushed, parted lips like sweet cherries, eyes alight. Asked a question with his own countenance.
"Yes." Came the answer.
Blood brought his mouth down upon Jeremy's and thrust slowly but evenly into him, grinning into the kiss as Jeremy wrapped long legs around his waist.
There was no finer velvet than what lay before him, no greater plunder than this willing body. Their motion paced and outpaced that of the ship, and Jeremy's cries of pleasure came and went like the ebb and flow of the tide. Slowly Peter found himself reaching the crest of some great wave that threatened to obliterate them both. He rode it as long as he could, thrusting deeper into the treasure wrapped around him, reveling in the wild thrashing of the man underneath him. A great shudder started at his own feet and wracked his body, taking him even deeper and more completely into Jeremy, until the mighty wave overwhelmed them together, two voices crying out as one.
It was several long moments before either man could contemplate something so prosaic as speech.
On deck, a bell rang. Jeremy whispered, "the watch will change shortly. Thank you for dinner, Captain."
Blood answered, "Thank you for dessert, Mr. Pitt."
</excerpt>
Other works in progress, I am mortified to admit, include a Harry Potter (all grown up), and, as versaphile has mentioned in passing, a Doctor Who (Eighth/Fifth) fic as a birthday present. Haven't watched anything for that yet.
And, other, non-fandom projects that shall remain nameless.
Title : "I Corinthians (excerpt)"
Author : Apple Cameron, 2003
Category: EXCERPT OF WORK IN PROGRESS, standalone PWP
Rating : R/NC-17, Adults only
What : "Captain Blood" (1935 film)
People : Captain Blood/Mr. Jeremiah Pitt, late of England, more recently of Port Royal in the Barbados.
Archive: NO.
<excerpt>
Both men sat in the captain's cabin, very much at their ease. The meal nearly complete.
"How fared your injuries today, Mr. Pitt?"
"Very well, Captain. The pain is not so great as to keep me from my duties any longer." The other man's teeth were white against his sunburnt skin as he smiled. Mr. Pitt had been far too long indoors, as prescribed by his Captain and Doctor. His face was grown slightly pale for master of a ship, though that would change quickly now that he was back on deck.
"I am gratified to hear it. More wine, then?"
"No, thank you, sir."
The sailor had sat for a long, quiet moment, one finger running along the edge of his glass, nearly empty of the evening's blood-red liquid. Then grinned at his captain.
Curious, Blood asked, "Mr. Pitt?"
The man's eye twinkled. "I was thinking of dessert, Captain."
"I fear there is only a little fresh fruit --" He reached for the bell, to ring for his steward.
Jeremy stood and stayed his hand. "Not that kind of dessert, Captain." And then his lips found Peter's.
Blood's gasp of surprise quickly became quite a different sound, whilst Jeremy Pitt settled himself in his Captain's lap, as if he sat there many a time before. Pitt interlaced their fingers and held Peter's hands away from both their bodies, teasing him as their mouths jointly devoured one another. After several long moments during which neither man felt much need to come up for air, Jeremy released Blood's hands from their captivity and dug his own fingertips into Peter's hair.
This freed Peter to caress the other man's backside through his clothing, and pull them even closer together, in time with the rocking of the ship. Jeremy's body arched and returned in his clasp, causing the most incredible sensations to ripple through Blood's frame. And evoking even more incredible ones in his companion, judging by the earnest moans his own mouth swallowed. This arrangement went on for a brief eternity, and Peter's head was positively spinning by the time Jeremy withdrew and began stripping off relevant articles of clothing.
That involved some physical separation, but Peter refused to protest, as the end result was an extremely fine Jeremiah Pitt, in his arms, in nothing more than a thin shirt. Peter could reach beneath the garment and stroke the network of scars on the other man's back with his hands, affirming more intimately what he already knew as Jeremy's doctor: he was quite well, now. Quite well indeed, for any number of tasks that might arise.
There was only one task he wanted the master of his ship to handle at the moment. Jeremy's fingers loosened Peter's breeches and he gave a whisper of a cry in response, twitching for just a moment at the bare touch of the man's fingertips against his sensitized flesh. Blood relinquished his coat and shirt without protest.
His chest was now naked save for the mouth of Jeremy Pitt upon it.
Pitt reached across the table for the butter, and lifted away to apply it where it would serve them best. The smooth slickness of his touch sent Blood beyond any consideration of comfort, and he toppled them both onto the deck of the cabin, until Jeremy's head rested against a stray boot.
He looked in Pitt's eyes, the man's face flushed, parted lips like sweet cherries, eyes alight. Asked a question with his own countenance.
"Yes." Came the answer.
Blood brought his mouth down upon Jeremy's and thrust slowly but evenly into him, grinning into the kiss as Jeremy wrapped long legs around his waist.
There was no finer velvet than what lay before him, no greater plunder than this willing body. Their motion paced and outpaced that of the ship, and Jeremy's cries of pleasure came and went like the ebb and flow of the tide. Slowly Peter found himself reaching the crest of some great wave that threatened to obliterate them both. He rode it as long as he could, thrusting deeper into the treasure wrapped around him, reveling in the wild thrashing of the man underneath him. A great shudder started at his own feet and wracked his body, taking him even deeper and more completely into Jeremy, until the mighty wave overwhelmed them together, two voices crying out as one.
It was several long moments before either man could contemplate something so prosaic as speech.
On deck, a bell rang. Jeremy whispered, "the watch will change shortly. Thank you for dinner, Captain."
Blood answered, "Thank you for dessert, Mr. Pitt."
</excerpt>
Other works in progress, I am mortified to admit, include a Harry Potter (all grown up), and, as versaphile has mentioned in passing, a Doctor Who (Eighth/Fifth) fic as a birthday present. Haven't watched anything for that yet.
And, other, non-fandom projects that shall remain nameless.