This should not be this amusing....
Here we go. Combeferre and Enjolras get captured by Courfeyrac the pirate.
Chapter 1: The Beginning for Combeferre and Enjolras (Don't Forget Mabeuf!)
. . . Combeferre walked to the castle window and looked off in the distance to the harbor, her brown eyes bright with anticipation. Mabeuf rose from in front of the fireplace, and giving a big stretch, wandered over to Combeferre, eager for an affectionate back-rub.
“Come on, tell me every detail,” Enjolras begged. “And I’ll comb out the tag-alongs and shrubbery from your hair! How on earth did you end up with pieces of bramble bush stuck in that dark brown mop of yours and what’s that got to do with pirates?”
Mabeuf turned in circles, giving Combeferre a better opportunity to find that special spot to rub, just between the shoulder blades.
Chuckling, Combeferre turned and pointed to the harbor in the distance. “See that ship at the very end of the docks – the one with no sails; listing badly to one side? Well, that’s it.”
“A real pirate ship,” Enjolras sighed romantically.
Combeferre glanced toward her bedside table where she kept a folded piece of parchment containing an etching of Courfeyrac ,, the famous pirate Sea Wolf, wanted by authorities on two continents.
“Yes, a real pirate ship, but not the pirate ship. It’s not the Corazon de Oro,” said Combeferre, excitement evident in her voice...
Chapter five: Combeferre and Courfeyrac: A Heated Encounter
. . . Combeferre slapped the coin from his outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Courfeyrac sighed, his eyes narrowing, then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Combeferre by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as he pulled her towards him like a dog on a tether. Combeferre winced with surprise and embarrassment, her brown eyes ablaze.
He leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Combeferre almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. He paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when he said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and he tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped him hard on the cheek. Courfeyrac grabbed her by her dark brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When he released his grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” he ordered with a wave of his hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Combeferre turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Enjolras, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Courfeyrac smiled, as he heard his crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If circumstances were different, he would have asked her to join him. But he hadn’t even found out her name…
Chapter ten: Love Triumphs for Lady Combeferre and Courfeyrac
They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes saying the words they dared not speak. The air was thick with the potent energy of lovers discovering each other for the first time. Without breaking contact, Courfeyrac leaned back on his pillows and held out a strong hand, inviting and welcoming Combeferre to his bed.
As if in a waking dream, Combeferre took his hand and stood beside the bed, her brown eyes never leaving his. Squeezing his hand gently, she let it fall and slowly started to remove her chemise, her body swaying with the sea as it fell away, feeling the cool sea breeze seductively kiss her skin.
His heart seemed to beat outside his body as Courfeyrac watched her undress in the moonlight. As each piece of cloth fell and he drank in more of her curvaceous, womanly form, he wondered if a man could ever tire of such a sight. Languidly, she removed the remainder of her undergarments and stood beside his bed, fully exposed and vulnerable, but with a quiet strength that caused Courfeyrac to hold his breath.
Slowly and gracefully, she climbed onto his bed, running her hands across his naked chest, relishing the feel of his athletic form beneath her fingers. Pressing her body into his, . . .
This.....wow. So weird. I'm still laughing over the mental image of Enjolras "sighing romantically."