Blue Moon (open!)

[Corsair]

To be honest he wasn't about to tell her no he wouldn't hold her like this again, but he was quiet. He wanted her ego not bruised, her not vulnerable before they really had this conversation.

[Gypsy]

She stood her a while, looking out over the horizon, then she turned in his arms, sliding her own arms around his middle, pressing her cheek to his chest.

[Corsair]

He could only sigh and wrap his arms around her, leaning his head back. Getting involved with her would be dangerous, he kept things light with every other women just so that he could come back if he wanted too. She was asking for more than that, it made him nervous. He couldn't deny it. The kinds of things he did with the gangs in the neighborhoods, he didn't want her really involved in.

[Gypsy]

She only partially understood the things he was involved in. Gypsy worried for him and the other boys more than she'd ever care to admit. But especially him. Buck and Marauder were more like brothers to her, always had been. But she realized she'd never seen Cor the same way. He'd always been...different.

[Corsair]

The pirates had their own ways, but Cor was the mastermind in his own right. He kept his hand in things that could be used to make money but kept his head low as to not to draw attention to big he couldn't handle. If he got too big it could make him a target, too small he wouldn't be making much money. He sighed and held her there, letting out a breath. what a mess they were.

[Gypsy]

She finally tilted her head up to look at him, touching his cheek, turning his face down so he was looking back at her. She had to go up on her toes to reach him, but she carefully brushed her lips across his cheek, to just the corner of his mouth. She was a mess, and she knew it.

[Corsair]

He sighed and didn't shove her away when she kissed him, women like her, like Vi and Rae, they broke the mold when they made them. His hand moved to settle on her hip but he didn't move away or closer. Just let her kiss him that way, she deserved more than what she got. He believed that.

[Gypsy]

She didn't kiss his lips, though she wanted to. She knew he wouldn't want to kiss her back, and if he did it would be out of pity more than anything else. That bothered her more than she thought it would. She let her lips linger at the corner of his mouth, her fingers pressed against his jaw. She didn't realize how much being close to him mattered to her. And it terrified her.

[Corsair]

He pulled his head back after a moment and pressed his lips to her hair, he had it in him to make so many comments that could damn them or save them but he didn't. Instead he held her in the silence, letting his hand go into her hair for a brief moment.

[Gypsy]

She sighed a little, closing her eyes. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't want you this badly, Cor. I really shouldn't." It was a terrible, terrible idea.

[Corsair]

"I know, gorgeous but truth is, can't help who you fall for." And you can't help but fall hard at that. He held her face in his hands for a moment and sighed. He didn't want to rush head long into insanity. That wasn't in him, he was a thinker, a planner...

[Gypsy]

She met his eyes, searching them, getting a little lost in them. "No...no, I guess you can't help it..."

[Corsair]

He gave her a small smile before he kissed her nose, "No need to rush, gorgeous." Hell, who was he kidding?

[Gypsy]

She paused a beat, her eyes still on him. "You really think I'm gorgeous? Or you just sayin' it to say it?"

[Corsair]

He had to laugh, "Gen first time I saw you I thought I had too much to drink." She couldn't be that real and that gorgeous, there was no way. He reached out and twined a lock of her hair around his finger. "First time I saw you.. I thought, that's Gorgeous."