<img alt="" src="http://i60.tinypic.com/2eb7ep3.png" style="float:left; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">She knew exactly what she was doing making him wait.  As much as she owed him, Yvonne Wojcik hadn’t gotten to the position she had by behaving perfectly in the name of men, she had behaved perfectly in accordance to her work, scripture, and knowledge.  He was easily susceptible to the female form, so as she walked up to the bridge, she made it advantageous via the scenic route.  The staircase brought her up to the patio surrounding the glass room, and she encircled it slowly, hand trailing on the half-wall there as she made her way around to the doorway.  His grey eyes followed her, she knew without looking, like a wolf.  Entering, he watched her over the rim of his glass.  Set and… match.<br/><br/>Her dress curled around her calves gently, swaying into place from the cool breeze as she swung around the frame inside.  “Hello,” she said, “Captain.”<br/><br/>The blonde made her way to the table where he set his drink, which she eyed with a raise of her matching fair brow.  Was it five o’clock already?  She supposed it must be somewhere, but surely not aboard the ship he controlled that he would be on the tap already.  A small sigh escaped her as she poured some for herself from the pitcher there and took a sip without hesitation, but once it hit her palate she found herself surprised at the creation.<br/><br/>“Lemonade?” she asked, lifting the glass up and into the waning sun as if she could see its secrets with better lighting.  “Champagne in the nook, but lemonade with supper?  Can’t say I expected that.”<br/><br/>His response made Yvonne smile and she settled the beverage on the table near his own.  Diverting herself to its other side, she traced her fingers along the edge of its shape and up the back of the chair, only to walk them down its slope back to the dinnerware.  “You know,” her middle finger bent, aiming at a utensil, “it’s almost as if you’re trying to woo me,” then ‘kicked’ the silverware into the china with a musical ding and looked up without turning her face toward him.  “Captain.”<br/><br/>Whatever he would say now, she spun with a smirk toward the window and leaned against the consoles, careful not to touch anything important, and watched the small dunes of the ocean shape and reshape across the dark surface on the horizon.  “It does help, looking out to the sea.  Thank you.”  Her admission was the least she could do to show her gratitude, in spite of her act with the man.  <br/></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><img alt="" src="http://i57.tinypic.com/s6ummo.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">Time was very slow for those who wait, but it’s what one does with time while they wait is what makes a difference in their life. Sometimes there is just this thing, or this someone, worth waiting for. That is when patience comes into play. A magical thing. The key to everything. Waiting... Feeling the power of a steering wheel beneath his fingers, the man stared at the ocean thinking how the sea so big, would make anyone feel so small, insignificant. For him, the ocean made him feel born once again and he hoped that his guest would feel just the same; the farthest the distance away they sail. He waited.<br/><br/><br/>His focus shifted to the side and he picked up his glass again to take a refreshing sip. The lemon-flavored liquid tickled the back of his throat just when he looked up to a sight to behold. She had finally found her way through a path which lead to him, after a lot of waiting, a lot of patience. Worthy patience. Was it? He observed her, over the rim of his glass, as she encircled the exterior with her presence. Even though she was not staring back, the energy she discharged felt like bullet piercing through bullet-proof armor. For only a short moment, Luciano wondered if he was the predator or the prey. For only a short moment, his brows raised, questionably. His senses coated in a premature confusion which quickly faded away leaving room to the confidence which the man harboured in him.<br/><br/>“Good Evening, Frau Wojcik”<br/><br/>As she graced the room with a burst of fresh, warm air, and with her feminine form - a union of beauty and purity - Luciano faintly smiled and looked away enough to regain his composure. It was … quite the sensible image but just like the time before, Luciano would find himself thinking of the time he sought her out at the church. In many occasions if not all of the time, Luciano never thought about women as his number one priority. In fact, he was always happy with or without one and in most occasions, they were but a source of pure entertainment no more no less. It was a general rule on his agenda.<br/><br/>As he stood near the wheel, he remembered exactly what his eyes have seen that day at the church. It could also have been for that very same reason that made this woman get his attention of all the others.<br/><br/>Behind the green olive of her eyes, he saw great intelligence, strength and willpower. Accented dark eyelashes that could hold captive the beast within any other man. He remembered what else he saw, as he turned his head to look at Yvonne again, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. He remembered how her healthy complexion reminded him of the pale, yellow-undertoned wavelengths of sunlight penetrating the clear ocean surface, yet her complexion spoke of withhold, pent up emotions she may not have been able to express back then. Today, she looked different, but so she did the night at the hotel. So what was so different about her now that made the man feel as if he was staring at a different woman? A different Yvonne Wojcik. <br/><br/>“I hope that you found yourself happy in your suite” He chuckled when she commented about the lemonade and champagne. “Well, I will have some of our champagne served during dinner once it is served.” He stared at the woman briefly again as she traced a finger along the shape of the glass, her voice floating to his ears. His pupils dilated and his eyes flickered beneath his lids as he forced himself to look away from the motion of her hand to clear his throat once again.<br/><br/>He stepped back away from the wheel enough to leave a space spacious enough for two more people between the tool and his form. “Frau Wojcik, would you like to steer it?” Luciano shot the female an inviting look as he said with a thick tone and a smile.<br/><br/></span>