Alice's world seemed to stop as Victor's hand slid up to the side of her face. She was looking into his brown eyes, trying to read him and - perhaps - succeeding. She complied with the request of his hand, leaning in closer to him. At this position, they were almost on an equal level for once. Was she really about to do this? Everything she'd ever learned was screaming for her to stop this before it went even further. Even common sense was adding her voice. But desire and her heart overrode those thoughts, and her eyes fluttered close as he pressed his lips against hers. It was not a completely chaste kiss, and she felt how his other hand landed gently on her hair. He was a good kisser, and by the time he drew away from her, she was breathless.

That was what kissing was like, with someone you were attracted to. That was what kissing a pirate was like. His beard had been a little bit scratchy, but it was masculine and rogueish and a part of Victor. He looked cheeky and as if he was trying (and failing) to look ashamed when he apologised. This was something precious. This was something that happened once in a lifetime to girls like her. She gave her head a small shake, a smile that matched his spreading across her lips. "No... It's okay," she murmured. 

She was shy, inexperienced with men and anything to do with romance. And yet, there was a little bit of instinct when she let her own hands travel from being near his arms to resting gently on his shoulders and then sliding up to the sides of his face. It just felt [i]good[/i] to finally touch him like this.  Hesitatingly, she gently pulled him down to press her lips to his again, more chastely than he had. She was unused and inexperienced at kissing, bumping his nose with hers before meeting his lips. He'd have to lead her, but that was okay. It was a time where men took the lead, not the women.