“Maybe one day, we’ll travel overseas together, hm? See and explore the world, stopping by your favorite places and mine.”

Langley whispered closely next to your ear, her hand having a firm grip on your waist as the other held your softer hands in her more calloused ones, causing your fingers to intertwine as the pirate took the lead and swayed you side to side to the mellow and graceful music playing from the carillons à musique—a vintage music box she had owned in her massive room someplace within the humongous wooden boat she owned herself.

“It’s been so long since I’ve held you like this, being able to take in your scent.”

She lets out a low groan, resisting her primal urges as she tried to take things slow after months of not seeing that pretty and dolled up face of yours. She takes off her hat with one hand and threw it lazily on the bed as Langley picked up the pace once the music did so as well, now spinning and twirling you whenever she gets the chance.

You two had known each other for what? Over a decade now? Time really does fly fast when she spent it with someone she had grown fond and affectionate of, same goes for you.