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Pirated Love
A/N: So, I know the title is cheesy, but it was the best I could do and it fits. lol Please let me know what you think!
“Come on dude, you’ve got to go!” Patrick looked at his friend trying his best to appear indifferent. “I promised Bianca I’d be there and I’m not leaving you here.”
“Seriously, parties are not my thing. I don’t mind if you go. I’d rather just stay here and let my brain rot playing this game.” He wiggled the controller for effect.
“It’s your last night in Baltimore,” his friend pleaded. “We’ve stayed in every other night. Come out, just this once. If you’re not having a good time we can bail. Just as long as I show up.”
Patrick heaved a sigh. “Fine, but I don’t have a costume and I’m not getting one.”
“It’s all right; I’ve already got one for you.” Patrick glared at his friend’s back as he fished around in a closet for a minute before proudly pulling out a pirate looking costume.
Patrick looked at with mild disdain before getting up and snatching the costume away. “You owe me Chris.” He walked into the bathroom and tried to stare down the costume. There was no way in hell he was wearing that frilly shirt and those black pants looked a bit small. He took the black vest/sleeveless jacket thing, he wasn’t sure what to call it, and slipped it on over his Spiderman shirt. He pulled the red sash off of the pants and tied it around his waist. He looked in the mirror and thought it looked pretty good, but something was missing.
“Hey, Patrick,” Chris called as if on cue. “I forgot the hat and eye patch.” He opened the door and received the final touches from his friend. “Patrick, you’re not going like that are you?”
He checked himself once more now that he had the other pieces on. “Yes, yes I am.” Chris decided not to argue and just be glad that his friend had agreed to go.
A mumbled sorry was interrupted when she looked up at him. “You’re Fugit.” She then dissolved into giggles whilst holding herself up by clinging to his arms. “No, no,” she began again. “You’re Pirate Fugit! Arrrrggh!” She swiped her finger at him as if it were a hook. The unintended force of the swing combined with the unsteadiness of her feet caused her to spin around and fall back onto Patrick’s chest. “Shiver me timbers,” she called loudly. “I’ve lost all the chest in my booty!”
Unaware of what he was actually doing, he pulled the young woman outside and sat her down on the front lawn. She sat down and became confused as she looked all around. “Where’s all me rum?” She looked at him earnestly.
“You do take this pirate thing seriously, don’t you?” He looked at her bemused. She didn’t catch on, so he told her, “You’ve had plenty of rum for this evening.”
“Avast! Did ye swipe me rum?” She tried to stand to become more imposing, but she swayed half-way up and he forced her to sit back down.
“No, no, no. You need to stay sitting. We’re going to get you out of here, just as soon as I find my buddy. He’s got the car keys.”
Her face lit up. “I’ve keys!” One hand fumbled with holding her corset top open while the other hand reached into the cropped peasant top underneath. As she looked in her tops Patrick finally noticed the rest of her appearance. The corset ended just before her navel, a red skirt began at the top of her hips it ended as if it had been cut-up and exposed a vertical black and white stripe that ended the same way, fishnet stockings covered the rest of her legs and he noticed that she wasn’t wearing shoes.
She jingled the keys triumphantly at him. “Great and thank you,” he said gently removing the keys from her hand. “Where are you shoes?”
“Um…,” she looked as if she wasn’t sure what shoes were. “I think a bottle of mustard borrowed them.” She began to giggle again. Suddenly she stopped, jumped up and fell into him. “I be pirate wench Shhhlee. Let’s go.” She pulled his hat off and placed it on her own head.
“Uh,” he said with uncertainty. He didn’t want to leave without letting Chris know what was going on. But the girl was walking away, with Chris’ hat no less. “All right, all right, just hold on.” He ran after her and grabbed her wrist. “Let me call my friend.” She fell back onto the grass.
“Ahoy matey,” she said with dying passion.
Patrick turned around as if trying to create a sense of privacy and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. He bounced on the balls of his feet as the phone rang. Finally the voicemail picked up. “Hey Chris, it’s Patrick. You probably just can’t hear your phone. Anyway, I’m taking off. I’ve got to get this girl home and then I’ll head back to your place.” He shut his phone and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure why he had suddenly decided that this girl was his responsibility, but she was. He also wasn’t sure how he was going to get back to Chris’ place without a ride.
Patrick turned back to the girl. “Ok, let’s…,” he trailed off seeing the girl laying down her red head scarf pulled over her eyes and the hat to her left. “Shit.” He looked around as if hoping someone would show up and claim the girl. No one appeared and he looked at the keys in his hand. He didn’t even know what kind of car he was looking for or even if it was a car. Then he noticed the keyless entry and a light bulb clicked on. He walked over to the woman and picked the woman and hat up. “All right, let’s see which car is yours.” He walked past cars and pressed the “panic” button hoping to set off the car alarm.
Finally, after trying to set off the alarm on a blue sedan a car started honking across the street. He pressed the button again turning it off and walked over to the green Intrepid. He unlocked the doors and placed the girl in the back seat so that she could lie down. He got into the driver’s seat and realized he had absolutely no idea where she lived and even if he did, he probably couldn’t find the place anyway. So he drove back to his friend’s house and she could drive herself home in the morning.
Patrick carried her inside and laid her onto the bed he had been using and he would sleep on the couch. He looked at her and saw her subconsciously tug at her corset. He thought that it couldn’t be comfortable. Instinctively he reached to untie the strings pulling it tight, but then he realized just how short the peasant top was. He didn’t want her thinking that there was an ulterior motive for him removing her clothes. She fussed with it more prominently and he decided just to do it. As he pulled her arm through the shoulder strap, she rolled over making it possible for him to remove the corset from under an afterthought he pulled her headscarf off as well. He placed the items on the door knob so that she was sure to see them when she left in the morning.
“Fugit,” she murmured as turned back to her. Her eyes were open and she seemed almost lucid. “Patrick. Don’t leave me alone.” He hesitated and looked like it was taking most, if not everything, she had to keep her eyes open.
“Sure.” He took off his vest and sat on the other side of the bed where there was more space. She rolled over again to face him. His hand passed across her forehead. “I won’t leave until you’re asleep.”
“Lay down,” she commanded softly. He did so without really thinking. What was this power she exuded over him? Her hand clumsily found his cheek and she kissed him. Just as Patrick processed what has happening, she pulled back falling asleep almost instantly.
Opening her eyes to where her clock should have been, she became concerned. This wasn’t her room, nor was it even her apartment. Shit, she thought. What had happened last night? She couldn’t remember. The only thing that she could remember was the dream. She jumped out of the unfamiliar bed thankful to see no one was with her. Her corset and head scarf hung on the doorknob. She grabbed them and ran out to hopefully an empty house. She found the front door and was once again thankful to see her car parked out front.
She slipped in and realized she didn’t have any keys. She laid her head down on the steering wheel and saw the keys hanging from the ignition. She threw her accessories into the passenger seat and saw a piece of paper tied into her scarf. She pulled it out and was amazed to read what it said.
Dear Pirate Wench Shlee,
I’m sorry that I wasn’t here when you awoke, but I had a plane to catch. Don’t worry about last night; you did nothing that reflected poorly on you. You caught my attention in the most amazing of ways. I’d really like to get to know you some more. Please call me sometime. Fugit.
