Lambrose?

Woman and Man (Part 2)

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Rikkard Ambrose

Urania

Suddenly, the ship jerked, hurling her forward. My arms automatically came up to catch her. I tried to ignore the electricity that came with touching her, but she kept on moving until we were inches apart. I stared into her chocolate eyes that were swirling with emotion. I wanted to tell her so many things, yet nothing would come to mind. For just a second, our lips touched, sending shots of electricity through my body and making shivers go down my spine. I forgot everything - the sinking ship, the file. I could only remember how soft they were when we kissed that night, after she got drunk and kept spouting nonsense about yellow piggies.

The ship lurched once more, and she was ripped out of my arms. She yelped, grabbing onto a coat hook while I did the same. I cleared my head of all thoughts about our kisses and once more focused back to getting her out of here.

'What are you doing?' she breathed, after I grabbed her hand, again.

'I'm going to see to it that you survive this night!'

'I said I didn't want to leave you!'

'Is that so?' I inquired. 'Well, you are just going to have to, Mr. Linton.'

'You can't make me!'

'There you're wrong' I declared as I slung her over my shoulder. Suppressing a groan, as not all women are as light as feathers like those descripted in those useless romance books that women fantasize about daily, I shifted her so I can walk properly and she is comfortable. Well, as comfortable as one could ever be, being slung over someone's shoulder. I expected her to start punching and kicking, as per her passionate personality, but she did not. Walking over to Lady Timberlake's cabin, where there would definitely be women's clothes, I began to kick open the door.

'Mr. Ambrose!' she protested. 'That's Lady Timberlake's cabin!'

'Exactly. That's why I'm kicking the door down.' I said as I drew my foot back once more to kick. I shot my foot forward and CRACK! The door slammed open, with the lock considerably broken as expected. I walked into the dark room, and slid her off my shoulder.

'Mr. Ambrose? Mr. Ambrose? Where are you, sir?' I hear her question, but I ignored it and continued to find a lamp. 'Where are you, darn it?'

Turning on the lamp, I watched her shield her eyes as I bent down and took the most unpleasing-to-the-eye, glittery pink dress I had ever seen from the open chest. This will do, I sighed internally. Raising it up towards her, I commanded, 'Put this on!'

'Never!' she vowed, crossing her arms and pouting. I was about to agree with her, falling to her dangerous pout, but I stepped forward and glared at her, daring her to defy me.

'You are going to change into female attire this minute, Mr. Linton, or I will swear, by all the banknotes of the Bank of England, I will rip your clothes off and stuff you into a skirt myself! Do you understand?'

She stared back at me, somehow not understanding.

'Do you understand, Mr. Linton,' I repeated.