same things everyone fantasized about. Which didn't include pirates. Right? No normal person fantasized about pirates.
The twinge of lust I'd felt at seeing Orlando Bloom in full pirate gear told me otherwise. Same with Carey Elwes before him. And Errol Flynn before him.
Maybe I just had a thing for pirates.
I couldn't get that thing out of my head, though. Afterward, as Elliot walked us to our car, I had David go on ahead so I could talk to him alone.
"You were great tonight," I told him, my whole body vibrating with the need to tell him what I really thought. "I see what you mean about performance. Not sure I can pull anything like that off, but we'll see."
"Just doing different voices and putting some theatricality into it helps a lot," he said, using his normal voice. "You'll probably look stupid, but we all look stupid doing this stuff."
"You look pretty sexy to me," I murmured. It was the best segue I was going to get.
I saw a flush steal across his cheeks and I continued.
"I kept thinking about how I wouldn't have minded being captured by Captain Felblade myself. Except I wouldn't have negotiated with gold."
He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing. "No?"
"No." I resisted the urge to step closer to him. David knew we were together, but I still tried not to do anything excessive in front of him. "Ruth has David starting tomorrow. If I come over, think you can wear that again?"
He stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes practically swallowed by wide pupils. "...Yeah, I can definitely do that."
"Only if you want to," I said quickly. "I don't want to make you--"
"No. No, I definitely want to." Elliot let out a nervous laugh that I silenced with a quick kiss.
"See you tomorrow, then. Captain."
I almost couldn't believe I was doing something so... unlike me. Or at least unlike anything I'd ever tried before.
Saturday morning after I dropped David off with Ruth -- and avoided talking to her for any length of time, except to remind her about his birthday at Horizon -- I stopped at the costume supply store. There was only a small one open this time of year, mainly meant for theatre students to get whatever props and costumes they needed.
I found what would pass as a pirate shirt and trousers. Since I couldn't find boots, I figured bare feet would have to work. There was a nice red sash, though, so I rented all of those things and just mumbled something about it being for work.
I'd already brought something else with me, something I'd used before but had never used on me: a length of nylon rope meant for bondage play.
I showed up at Elliot's place in my normal clothes, my costume still in the bag. My heart was pounding, but I wasn't really... nervous. I was more excited than anything. Eager to see him in his outfit again.
I wasn't disappointed. He answered the door with everything but the hat on, and it took all my willpower not to throw myself at him. I could tell from the look on his face he was feeling a little self-conscious, so I leaned in to kiss him.
"Still feel okay about this?"
"Oh yeah," he answered, his fake facial hair tickling my face. "Just have to... get into character."
"Well, I brought some stuff to help."
I held up the bag but didn't show him. Instead I went into his bathroom and shut the door. While I changed, I told him all about the scene that had continued to play across my fantasies all night. Then I told him to wait outside the bedroom and come in ready to play his role when he heard knocking.
I felt a little silly, dressed the way I was. The shirt hung loose, the ties open in the front. The trousers were purposefully torn and only came to about mid-calf. I'd just decided to forego underwear and tied the sash around my waist so I looked like more of a pirate.
Then, I went into the bedroom and considered how best to accomplish what I wanted. The bed posts went all the way to the floor, so I sat with my back against one of them, my hands behind me and around it. The rope was draped loosely over my wrists, the ends of it obvious so he'd hopefully know what to do.
I knocked on the post, hearing his boots on the floor as he approached. Clearing my mind of all the stupid