Wren+-+Working+on+the+pirate+ship

Wren went around the ship, doing what she could to help out... using mend spells on ropes and sails. The sea was amazing from up here! Water all around them, splashing her face occasionally in the wind. She paused as the feeling of someone watching her washed over her... she looked up to see Kale, who must've just come up on deck, looking at her.

She smiled and winked at him, her hair blowing in the wind. Inali walked beside her in her furry fox form. She walked over and greeted him with a soft kiss on his lips. She took his arm and led him around parts of the deck, explaining some of the workings she had learned while helping. She paused by the railing and looked out over the sea and smiled up at him. She paused for a moment and looked at him skeptically, and moved to his other side farther from the water.

"There's a lot of water down there... and now that you're here," she grinned at him playfully, "I'll just stay on this side."

She pointed at a pod of dolphins leaping in the water, and squealed. "Look at that!" She leaned against him and sighed softly.

"Miss Dreamspinner... if you would?" Wren turned to the sound of her name from the crew, seeing a human male gesturing toward a wobbling pulley that held the rope of a sail. Having her mend the wheel inside meant that they didn't have to restring the whole rope to replace the pulley and that was very handy. They were very nice to her and she enjoyed all the flirting. She smiled and nodded. She squeezed Kale's hand, "back to work..." she smiled up at him.

She walked carefully over to the crewman, as the boat swayed in heavier waves. As much as she had gotten comfortable to The Destiny... walking on a ship in open water was far different. Water splashed onto the deck and she slid the rest of the way to the crewman catching her. She laughed and nodded to him, "Thank you!" She mended the pulley and walked with him to fix other things. He showed her how the line ran and how things worked together, so she knew how to fix it.

This one had the most charming accent... she giggled and asked more questions just to hear him talk. "So, tell me again, Mr. Radley... you just need me to mend the axle of the wheel, so the wheel still turns and the rope goes through?" She asked teasingly, using her fingers with gestures of circles around axles and ropes riding over the circles... "Aye, love, I think ya got it perfectly," he grinned at her, "and it's just Bernard, miss... no one calls me mister around here."

Wren glanced up to see Kale looking at her again as he helped pull in a rope, she smiled at him adoringly and blew him a kiss, her gold eyes sparkling. She went back to talking with the crewman, who looked at her and out to see the same elf she had been standing next to when he called her over... he smiled at Kale, and casually laid a hand on Wren's back and gestured up high into the sails, "the ropes run through loops all the way up there, love."

Wren looked high up into the sails, "Fascinating!" She nodded to him. A halfling pirate hollered from the rope ladders down to the crewman beside her, "I got a loop up here for your mender, Bernard!" He nodded up to the halfling, "Aye, I'll bring her up." He looked at Wren and offered her his arm, "Shall we then?" Wren looked back up to where the halfling was in the ropes and recalled the dizziness she had felt in Myth Coramanth... she glanced out at the ocean of water around them and back at Kale, her eyes almost pleading for help... She smiled a little nervously at the pirate, "Umm up there? S... sure?" She took his arm.

Kale strode over to where Wren was looking hesitantly up at the ropes. "Does it help to know that I'd catch you if you fell mi’ lady?". The warrior had stripped off his armor while aboard ship, now wearing just a simple shirt and leather pants which showed off his muscled arms quite nicely. Things tended to...happen aboard pirate ships and he didn't want to go overboard and sink like a stone.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Not...really..." Wren said, it seemed such an awful long way up...and the ropes were all swaying...and creaking in the wind.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Well, then, how about you just… hold on to me then?" Kale grabbed unto the ropes and turned his back, invitingly. "And I'll get you up there..."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren blushed at him, "Really? Umm... are you sure?" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"It's not the fall that would be so bad... I could get down... but ... it's the getting up there... staying up there... and casting while still up there that I'm worried about," She looked back up into the swaying ropes again.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" He grinned at her. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She whipped her head from the ropes back to look at Kale. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised, his green eyes dancing. //<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">That's so not fair... //<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She glanced back out at the water. //Oh, I’m going to regret this...// <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She nodded to him and put her arms around his shoulders to pull herself up and then wrapped her legs around his lower waist and then used a death grip with her arms around his shoulders.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale laughed softly, and gently patted her hands clasped around him. She was wearing a short, strapless bodice pulled snug with laces and a short flaring skirt, leaving her midriff fully exposed. He could feel her body pressed against his back as he started climbing the rope ladder.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">A whispered spell brought a voice into Wren's ears, "The damsel in distress...really? Isn't that a little over done? Surely I taught you better charm than that..." Wren held onto Kale tightly and glanced back over her shoulder to see Crowe standing on the deck with her arms folded, looking up at her. Wren narrowed her eyes at her. The wind billowed against them more as Kale climbed higher. Wren shivered against him, and ignored her sister.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale stopped climbing, and gently tapped Wren's hands, "We're here... and you're missing the view." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Her face was buried into his shoulder. She looked up, and the wind billowed her hair about her face. The view was spectacular... the sea was amazing! and then she made the mistake of looking down... dizzying as the wind blew them about and shook the view of the ship below. She squeezed Kale tighter. //How am I going to cast up here?!//

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Hello there!" the halfling pirate was on the rope beside them now, "It's this loop right here, my dear." He held the sail in his hands, torn and ragged around the rope.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Again Crowe's whispered voice carried up to Wren's ears, "Stop being a child... Do you need me to come show you how it's done?"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale could feel Wren's chest vibrate against him as he heard a low rumbling growl come from her. She slowly released her grip around Kale with her arms and used her legs and core to hold herself against him as the wind blew them about. She wove the mend spell and repaired the loop.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"That's terrific! Now I have one over here too," the little halfling leapt with ease from one ladder to the next and pointed at the sail.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Inali sat on the deck and watched them above her. She padded around to always be under Wren to stay close. Crowe laughed softly to herself and went to help someone else, leaving her little sister to her fate, but still keep an occasional watchful eye on her.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Oh... I don't think he's kidding..." Wren watched the little pirate scurry over, and she leaned against Kale who was already moving sideways to follow him. Wren gasped, "Don't you dare!"

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale laughed, turning his head around for a quick peck on Wren's cheek "You can do this Wren, don't let her rattle you. She's just trying to distract you so that you'll fail and she'll be able to gloat." The elven warrior worked his way slowly, sideways towards the pirate crewman, his strong, lithe and muscular back rippling against Wren's chest. For some reason she blushed...her sister wasn't doing nearly as well distracting her as Kale was, and he wasn't even trying. At least she thought he wasn't.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Go ahead and use your legs...squeeze around me tighter....I won't break..." He laughed, then turned his head to whisper quietly behind him, so that neither Crowe, nor the pirate or Inali would hear "I didn't last night...did I?" Wren couldn't help going crimson.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren blushed all the way up to her ears and took in a little gasp, "Shhh!" She started giggling. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She whispered teasingly in his ear, "You wouldn't want me to fall and not be able to repeat that performance..." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He grinned and leapt from one rope ladder to the next as she latched onto him tightly. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Suddenly they were lighter than air, and when Kale expected to catch the rope, they were still far from it... a couple of more seconds and he latched on as they floated down. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He climbed up a little to get to the halfling, and glanced back over his shoulder at her to see her grinning at him.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Are you **trying** to get us to fall in the water? You could warn me when you're going to do that..." he shook his head at her. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren giggled like crazy. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He leaned back a little on the ropes to expose her more to gravity away from him. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She gasped and latched on tighter, "You wouldn't!" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale laughed and stopped climbing when they reached the halfling.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The little pirate peered at both of them, "Nice... uh... jump... or whatever that was... this loop here, Miss, and then the whole line this way could use some mending... we'll have to climb higher and you'll have to slide down a rope to get to it though... no ladder on that side."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren mended the loop, nodding and listening, and holding herself close to Kale. She stopped and looked at the halfling bewildered, "Wait... what? How do we have to get there?!" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale started laughing.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He followed the little pirate up higher with Wren still clinging to him, though she seemed a little more comfortable holding onto him. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked up, "Just how high are we going?" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Just a little farther, Miss, almost there now," he smiled down at her. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The wind billowed her skirt against her thighs and she held her hair in her hand. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"My name is Wren, by the way... and this is Kale," she nodded up to the halfling. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He nodded down to her and replied, "They call me Half-Pint Pete."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"All right... this is the fun part... You take a stick, like this one here... you hold it in one hand, place the stick over the rope and then put your other hand up and grab onto the other end... so you have a hand on each end of the stick while the stick rides the rope... you can hold the rope with your hands if you like... but it'll burn like crazy! My advice... use a stick." Pete nodded to both of them as he put his stick over the rope, "And then... once you got yourself a good grip... you let go of the rope ladder with your feet... and gravity will do the rest. When you get to that little spot there, grab onto it with your feet. That's where we're going."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked at him, "What if we miss?!"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The little pirate looked back at her and shook his head, "Don't miss." He lifted his bare furry feet off the rope ladder and slid fast down the rope, latching onto the other side. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked down at the splashing water below them and the swaying ship that seemed a little smaller now. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She looked at Kale, who had picked up one of the sticks, "How did I let you talk me into this?" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale laughed. He glanced back at her and raised an eyebrow, "You want to float down? ...or go down the "fun" way?" He taunted her with a little dare in his voice. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Why do you have to say it like that?!" she gave the tip of his ear a playful bite. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He laughed, "Fun way it is..."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He put the stick over the rope and set himself up to slide. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"No, wait... wait!" She squeezed on tighter. Too late... he lifted his feet and they slid down the rope. Her hair whipped around both of their faces, and she let go of him with her hands to gather it, but they hit a snagged piece of rope and Wren grabbed a hold of it with her gathered hair and as they slid down, the rope started to unravel.... they could feel it start to fray to their weight... <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren made them lighter again, as Kale slid his hands narrower on the stick and grabbed hold of the rope itself. The sudden stop, with her arms still up in the air, jerked Wren off of him. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He kept a grip with one hand on the rope and grabbed Wren's hand with his other hand before she could float down. He pulled her up close to him, "Mend the rope! Preferably before it breaks..." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, so they were chest to chest... dangling from the rope. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"I need to be able to use my hands... I'm sorry," she tried to explain as she crawled up on him a little higher. She reached up, hugging around him... her breasts barely behind a short, laced-up bodice were practically in his face as she worked to mend the rope hurriedly.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale smiled, not even bothering to conceal his staring at her bosom. "Believe me...I'm not...at all. The view is great....from here.." He smirked as Wren finished her spell, and she put her arms back around his neck, feeling his strong back muscles effortlessly holding them alot. He looked over at Crowe, who was standing off near the prow, pretending not to be watching them.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The warrior cleared his throat nervously "So...is your sister...alright then. With you…with me...and everything. I didn't quite mean to punch her...so hard. She's plotting horrific revenge...isn't she?"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked at his worried face and smiled, "I don't think she has any real reason to plot horrific revenge for you hitting her... You were just protecting me after all, and I'm sure she understands that... No... if she were plotting anything horrific... it would be because she sees the way you look at me... and maybe more so the way that I look at you." She smiled gazing into his eyes... "I've tried not to let her notice... to be sure to leave her with doubts and questions about my interactions... but you do seem to make it difficult." She blinked at him slowly, smiling almost demurely, and then giggled.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"You're not worried, are you?" With his hands still on the rope above them, and nothing he could really do about it, she licked the tip of his nose. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"I would protect you," She grinned and teased him. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He chuckled as he started his way across the rope, hand over hand. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren glanced down toward Crowe, wondering if she really would plot anything or interfere. Wren recalled the conversation they were having before everything started getting crazy... Aspen was looking for them... W//hat if she followed Crowe to Lyrabar?... Does Kale miss her? Would he be happy to see her if she showed up?// <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Kale? How long have you known Aspen? How did you meet her?" Wren looked at him. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale was surprised by the out-of-the-blue question. //Wren never talks about Aspen... most of the time she acts like Aspen doesn't exist when she's right in front of her...// <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale paused for moment, still a little distracted by the feeling of Wren's body wrapped so closely around him. But he smiled "It's an interesting story...really. I know you and she...well, lets just say you don't seem to get along very well." Kale didn't miss the way Wren's legs tightened just a fraction around him. "I know she seems like a spoiled...brat...but she wasn't always like that." He steadied himself on the rope, before climbing closer to the next spot which Wren had to mend.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"When we first arrived in Myth Coramanth....my sister and I had been travelling for some time. I was much younger then...and my sister was just a girl. We...found a place in the bottom of the tree's area of the city...it's not...a slum like you see in some human cities...but it's simple. A place for outcasts...or the poor. We were lucky and found a pretty nice little place...a house that have fallen out of the tree...or didn't move right with the rest of the city. It was broken...and run down...but had a working roof. It was then...we met Aspen. Where she came from...she would never tell us...but she was a half elf...so ostracized even by the other outcasts."

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren had never really thought about...but she had noticed when she'd gone into town that half elves had been...treated a little differently than full bloods. Nothing...overt...just a quiet...lack of respect she supposed. She'd never understood it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"And so...we found her one day...walking home from seeking out a living. It was raining and she was in a little...lean too. Leaky...and wet. Shivering. She begged us for some food...and...well...I suppose my sister and I understood what it was like to live that way. We'd been there. So we took them into our little house and she lived with us for a while. She was...totally different then...so kind...and helpful, and a good companion to my sister." He adjusted his hands slightly to get a better grip on the lovely elven maiden in his arms, she could feel his hands sliding across her back.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"B…but I thought she was a noble's..." Wren said...shivering slightly from his touch, trying to concentrate on the mending spell.

<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Well..." Kale nodded "That happened...one day when we traveled to the upper city. Aspen was...noticed by one of the city's...noble mages. Of the White Tower itself. Apparently he saw...great magical potential in her...and wanted to train her...and adopt her into his family. At first, she didn't want to go...and we didn't want her to either. But...my sister made me realize...that it was...too good of any opportunity to pass up. We couldn't...deny her that." Kale sighed "And so we let her go and she was adopted. He pampered her...gave her everything she'd ever dreamed. And it slowly...changed her. But I know down deep she's still the kind girl we took in those years ago..."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren clung to him as she worked her spells, and listened while he told his tale. //Don't get along very... Grrr! I've never done anything to her! Wicked, arrogant... breathe, I asked... don't ask a question that you don't want the answer to... breathe and be calm and listen...//

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren tried to imagine Aspen as a lost, outcast girl clinging to Kale and his sister who already had so little... //kind? that's a little hard to imagine... maybe she **was** kind... to Kale and his sister, Yienshul, at least... and maybe even others...// Wren felt just a little sympathy for her as Kale's words ran through her thoughts... //Maybe it’s just me that she's so spiteful to?... Ughh! She's such a spoiled brat! "Great magic potential" ...because she needs more of an ego... Just me or not... she's a horrible person! Be calm! Mend spell, focus on the spell, Wren... Nice and calm.... So... he does care about her at least. He believes she's kind.//

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"So... you've known her for a long time. And it seems that you care for her... Being gone for so long... Do you miss her? Would you be happy to see her now?" Wren's voice was calm and curious, with just a subtle hint of sadness.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He held himself in position with one hand, reaching up with the other to caress her cheek, and hold her face so that he could look deeply into her eyes. "Yes....I miss her....like I miss my sister...and my other friends in Myth Coramanth. But it wasn't her...that I was thinking about all of those...dark days of blood...and pain...and war. It was you...only you Wren. You were the one thing that I could hold on to...that I had to hold on to...to keep going. The thought that one day I'd return...and you'd be waiting."

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He smirked, brushing a tear away from her cheek that Wren hadn't even realized she'd released. "So...I'm afraid you’re stuck with me, if that's ok?"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Her cheeks blushed pink. "Stuck with you?" She blinked back her glossy eyes, and smiled at him happily. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She laughed softly and nodded. "Yes... I suppose that will be just fine." She embraced him warmly, holding him a little longer and tighter than normal.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She sighed to herself, //How does he make my head spin like that?// She breathed slow, trying to calm her heart that was beating so fast. She let go of Kale and stood up on the long wooden pole that ran through one of the sails. He pulled himself up to stand behind her, balancing carefully on the pole and keeping Wren between him and the sail. She ran her hands along the sail, whispering words of magic and running stitches with her hands as though sewing with invisible thread. She watched as the sail's torn and tattered edge mended and reformed to look like new.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Keeping her hands on the sail, controlling and willing the magic, she glanced over her shoulder at him for a moment, "I ask... because Crowe said she'd been looking for you... trying to find where we went... likely trying to follow us." She shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm guessing you didn't tell her you were leaving?"

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She leaned back against Kale looking up at the sail, she looked tired, she'd been casting and recasting for hours... both of them fighting against the wind so high up.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"What do you say we go take a break for a little while?" she turned around carefully to face him, both of them balancing on the big wooden pole. She embraced him warmly. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He smiled and nodded to her, "It's going to be difficult to climb down like this though... you're going to have to get on my back." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She smiled deviously and gazed up into his eyes, "We'll be fine... just trust me." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically. She pushed off of the sail tipping them off together. He wrapped an arm around her protectively, and reached out to catch the rope... but they were already floating slowly down. He looked at her and she started to giggle. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He glanced over the ocean of water around the ship and turned to look at her and teased her, "There's an awful lot of water out there with your name on it..." <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She laughed softly, and held him close, "What are you trying to say...?" <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">She kissed him as they fell, long and passionate... willing them to be light as a feather as they fell softly and safely down to the deck. She winked at him as their kiss broke just before their feet touched the wood of the deck. <span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He smirked and shook his head at her, but she just flashed him a wide 'I’m so innocent' grin.