Eloise
"Me? Never." Leaning to the side, Eloise nudges her shoulder against Zeph's, the light in her eyes turning positively wicked. "Just trying to get the lay of the land. It's what makes me such a decent navigator, you know." She adds with a laugh.
With the way he's positioned, it would take a no more than a heartbeat for Eloise to spin in place, positioning herself lithely between Zeph and the table. Agile as she is, the navigator could be up on the wooden surface with her legs straddling 'round his waist. Vaguely she wonders if the smuggler would take her up on an offer of unsolicited and casual sex, or if he like so many, viewed her as nothing more than Jack's property. In so thinking, she figured too that if Zeph had the same mental magic that the captain did, that line of thinking would surely reveal it. For good measure, she imagined her fingers twined in his hair, her torso pressed roughly against the wood, his hands tracing tanline-free hips..
"Oh, that's the least of my tricks." Eloise chuckles, thinking he can't read her thoughts, until of course he's reaching to move a strand of hair from her face. "That sounds like the wisdom of one who can't keep hard and fast up for long." The illusionist counters with a wry smile. "Just think, a group of us down in those wet and dark caves...too slow and steady and they might think you've lost your way. But then," Eloise raises a brow, her feet shifting if only to move her hips with them. "that's what you've got me for, sugar."
With the way he's positioned, it would take a no more than a heartbeat for Eloise to spin in place, positioning herself lithely between Zeph and the table. Agile as she is, the navigator could be up on the wooden surface with her legs straddling 'round his waist. Vaguely she wonders if the smuggler would take her up on an offer of unsolicited and casual sex, or if he like so many, viewed her as nothing more than Jack's property. In so thinking, she figured too that if Zeph had the same mental magic that the captain did, that line of thinking would surely reveal it. For good measure, she imagined her fingers twined in his hair, her torso pressed roughly against the wood, his hands tracing tanline-free hips..
"Oh, that's the least of my tricks." Eloise chuckles, thinking he can't read her thoughts, until of course he's reaching to move a strand of hair from her face. "That sounds like the wisdom of one who can't keep hard and fast up for long." The illusionist counters with a wry smile. "Just think, a group of us down in those wet and dark caves...too slow and steady and they might think you've lost your way. But then," Eloise raises a brow, her feet shifting if only to move her hips with them. "that's what you've got me for, sugar."
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
