Disclaimer: I don't have permission to use Jack. Nope. Even though he probably won't ever speak in these stories...I can't use him.
AN (3/29): I got this idea on the way to the theater last night to see the Ring Two. Good movie, if you like predictable plots and cheap shots to make you scream. Anyway...these are going to be rather short chapters. Just one shots...of a whole bunch of different women. I dunno how many there will be. Depends on how people react, I guess. That means...if you want me to have a whole bunch of different women's views on Jack, review.
One Night Stands: Number One
I suppose you could say that I'm victim number one. Or something. I'm not exactly sure. I don't really think of myself as a victim, after all. It wasn't my fault he left. Well, it probably was...but I knew his reputation before I allowed him to carry me to the bedroom in a fit of passion. I knew what I was getting into. It wasn't as though I was some innocent maiden and he was the man who spoiled me...no. I knew exactly what was on his mind as he looked at me, that wonderful night. And I was flattered. Oh, yes, I was very flattered. So, I allowed myself to let him kiss me.
Even though I'd promised myself never to let anyone kiss me again. But his smirk...his eyes. Wow. Those kohl-rimmed dark eyes were just intoxicating to stare at. Especially when I saw faint glimmers of what I thought was adoration in them. It probably wasn't adoration. A man like Captain Jack Sparrow...well, you really can't tell what that fellow is thinking. Ever. I almost pity the woman who finds out how to read him. He's probably rather boring on the inside.
Or, so I'd like to convince myself. Undoubtedly he's as interesting and mysterious on the inside as he is on the outside. I mean, I asked him several questions about his rather illustrious past...and he'd merely kissed me and talked about something else afterwards.
You see, when a man like Captain Jack Sparrow kisses you...well, you can't think straight. For the rest of the night. Because you wonder what those kisses would be like in a bedroom situation. Or if he'd just kiss you a little longer. Or if you pouted slightly, would he try and kiss it away? I was eager to find out. Eager to be kissed again and again.
He was very good at changing the subject during our romantic dinner in a tavern in Portobello. I'd run into him earlier at a store. A dress shop, actually. It had been a very weird meeting, and he'd claimed he was picking out a dress for someone on his ship. Which had led to me asking him what his name was and finding out who he was...yeah. Well, after I'd finished getting my new dress altered, he'd invited me to dinner at this tavern. An expensive tavern, yes, but I really think he could sense my boredom.
My husband...well, there really was no point in me getting new clothes. He was never home to appreciate the way I filled them out. Nope. He was always off drinking with his buddies on their estates as they wasted their day away. Being a noblewoman wasn't very fun at all. And I'd thought it would be dreadfully exciting to go out to dinner with the dashing young pirate. So, I'd accepted. And I'd gone home and dressed up in one of my fanciest (and consequently most revealing) outfits. And then I'd paced around for an hour. And applied a little rouge before going out and meeting him in the tavern.
He'd greeted me warmly, like an old friend...and then escorted me to a table. It was amazing, how much of a gentleman he could be. I never would've thought that a pirate could be so charming. And sophisticated. He'd caught onto a lot of my odd little jokes about being so wealthy. Maybe he'd come from a background similar to mine...well, whatever it was, we hit it off rather well. I mean, I knew his reputation with women, but I felt so special, sitting across from him at that table in the candlelight as we shared an excellently cooked meal. He'd complained about not being able to cook at all...which I could totally relate to. I hadn't had to cook since the time Priscilla ran off with the livery boy and we were short a cook for a night. That had been absolutely horrible. Thankfully there hadn't been any sort of scandal like that for a while. Of course, if my husband knew that I was sitting across from the most infamous pirate in the Caribbean...well, he probably would've been quite angry.
But he wouldn't know. So, I enjoyed myself, that evening. Especially when he leaned over to kiss me. And then...after dinner, he picked me up and carried me upstairs...
I'll never forget those moments of pure bliss...
That all came crashing to a halt when I woke up and he wasn't beside me.