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Not all treasure is silver and gold - Chapter 24
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karinvam
Pairing: Argg maties… This is Vam!
Rating: NC-17. Romance, humor, fluff and llittle angst
Disclaimer: This could have happened if Bam and Ville lived around 1700 and Ville had been a pirate and….*sigh* Alright, this never happened…I don’t own shit. *sobs*
Summary: (Not a Pirate of the
Warning: This story contains a sexual relationship between a 15 year old boy and a 27 year old man. Sex, bad language and violence….This story has it. You don’t like that stuff? Than please do not read.
A/N: Chapter 24!!! Another early update, and my god this must be the longest chapter I have eveeer written! 7000 words! Some smut is in it, so close your eyes while reading please! I have some veyr busy times ahead of me, but writing is always coming before school! LOL As it should be! I am almost on the 25 milestone...so I am going to think about a way to celibrate that! I will keep you up to date! Noow go on and read...Pick a country, and of course review so I know what is going on in your pretty little heads! If you think it sucks let me know! If you think it is too confusing...Than I agree with you, and if yiou like it I am dying to hear it from you! Now Scrammm! Read and have fun!
More pages are updated now! If I forgot yours please let me know and I will fix it! Sorry, I kinda bit of more than I can chew here! *wink* Thanks all so much for all the creativity kitties!! You guys keep amazing me!!
Some of you guys even wrote a bio and posted a picture of themselves! I Actually used a picture myself to set an example! I suggest we all do the same! Pic is of course optional and so is the rest but come on...don't you wanne have the coolest pirate page? Of course you do! ARGGG!
You can still update whatever you like! Just tell me and I'll update your page. My email is
KarinvanKralingen@hotmail.com
Ok, the pages can be found here:The Crew of the Black Heart
And since I had no time to check if every link worked, here are all the pages: LJ
This week Eye colour!! Updated your page! (No? let me know!) You have your own chosen eyes colour with a pic if possible!
For the NEXT UPDATE! Your Country!!! Thanks to you guys I keep up with teh pirate pages cause you all give me ideas! It could be that soon I will put the pages to halt because I cant find much more to write on there!!
Anyways...Where are you from??? Where? If you want to be suprised let me know and I will decide where you are from but I am sure you have an idea! Your page, your rules! It can be fiction, it cna be real...it can be a place you made up! I dont care! It is all good! Let those brains work!
BUT: That doesn't mean I dont need more ideas!! Think me beaties! THINK! Suprise with your lovely ideas!!
-Captain karinvam and First matevillespunkchick
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Chapter 1 - Pirates!
Chapter 2 - Its all true
Chapter 3 - Yes Captain
Chapter 4 - Never trust a pirate
Chapter 5 - Waking up in hell
Chapter 6 - Not that innocent
Chapter 7 - Right Decision, Wrong Choice
Chapter 8 - Damn him!
Chapter 9 - Missed a spot
Chapter 10 - C'est une belle histoire
Chapter 11 -Kisses and Dramaqueens
Chapter 12 - Damaged
Chapter 13 - Liar
Chapter 15 - When I need you most
Chapter 16 - No black no white
Chapter 17 - All Better
Chapter 18 - Last night was a lie
Chapter 19 - Todat would be hell
Chapter 20 - It was you
Chapter 21 -You were me
Chapter 22 - Just like me
Chapter 23 - God no...Please no...
Chapter 24 - Together
My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. My lungs seemed so tight I was gasping for air.
His hands were in my hair, his fingers entangling in brown strands and pulling me gentle onto him as he collected my small body in his strong arms.
His lips were on mine, pressing so fierce and needing that he seemed to want to sucks me into him completely.
His legs bend, on the outside of mine as he trapped me. His body sitting up as I sat on my knees before his taller frame. Crawling to him like an animal. Clinging to his shoulders like a child. Begging him like a lover.
Despite it all I wished I could be
Just so we could share instead of take. Or give.
But I did not possess that power. I had not earned or claimed it yet. I had not dared to...
Yet I wished I did not feel physically and mentally ill by the desperation eating it's way trough my heart to be inside of him. To feel him. To touch him. To be with him.
To be approved by him.
To taste what it was like, and surrender to it. Because the only way I would understand my feelings, was to let myself feel.
For the sake of my life, my health and my sanity, I needed to let myself feel.
For the very first time.
Maybe then I would be able to understand what was happening, and why it turned me into something I had never been. Someone I has thought never to become. Sick with desire and desperation to have him want me and to want him.
Because in my eyes, he was perfect in the cruelest, darkest way. A dark prince, a forbidden fruit. Something I should not want, because it was sin....but couldn't put from my mind no matter how hard I tried.
But my faith was not strong enough anymore not to have him, or let him have me, and a pathetic whimper of need escaped me when he panted hard into the kiss.
His hands massaging my skull, his lips almost placed over mine, instead of on, and his tongue running over the roof of my mouth hungrily.
I had lost him this morning, and it had almost destroyed me. Having him looking back at me again gave me more pleasure I had ever dared dreaming, and so I knew I could not loose him. I needed to do and give.....whatever it would take. Whatever would keep him here.
I felt so complete. So alive in his arms. So...oh God....
The thought of leaving, the thought of rejection or…..
“Bammie.”
He pulled from me than. Saying my name in such a tender manner I found it hard to look up into those emerald diamonds. His lips leaving mine, while I could only lean forth yearning for more.
His hands holding my face as he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.
“Let’s not analyses this to the death.”
He whispered to me with a smile. Like he had known how wrapped up I had been inside myself. As if he understood how lost I was in my own battle. As usual a prisoner of my own thoughts more than of him.
Going over every little detail. Analyzing every step. Every look. Every touch and every though.
To the death.
I closed my eyes as his gentle, clothed hand became to rest on my temple and sighed when I felt the gentle pressure and warmth of the feeling of his skin on me. His unique, dark smell lingering in my nose never to be forgotten.
“Don’t think Bam. Just feel.”
I heard his voice echoing against the inside of my skull, as I gasped at the feeling of his forehead now touching mine. His body leaning into me as he kept us connected. Making me open eyes to see him staring back at me.
Seeing his dangerous beauty, his warm, darkened eyes, his flawless hair and skin. Feeling his hot breath, his soft skin, and steady heartbeat under my fingertips as my hands rested on the pulsating point on his slender neck.
He understood. He knew what I needed. And he was willing to give it to me.
"Than make me feel."
And so I surrendered.
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