This is my very first fanfic so forgive me if it doesn't sound right, if I
don't update on time then its probably because of my computer illiterate
self so just wait and I'll get it updated soon...it will just take a while...
***Disclaimer*** I don't own any of the characters although everyone knows that I would like to, dang it! So of course I'm going to beg Disney to allow me the honor of owning Johnny Depp's contract peaceably, if not things could get ugly, I'm just kidding, naturally.
**Authors Note** Before anyone reads this particular fanfic you might want to watch out, because this is a very physical story, all you romantics out there *wink, wink*. Lets just say this fanfic isn't going to be rated R for nothing. So I think I'm going to start writing my story now... you'll be hearing from me throughout my story, don't worry.
**Chapter 1**
He lets his hand glide across her abdomen and rest on her bellybutton. He gazes down at her with tender eyes. She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes.
"Jack" she breathed his name.
He brought a hand to her mouth to quiet her, she startles and opens her eyes. Her golden eyes locked onto his mysterious, black ones. She gives him a quizzical look as if to ask "what's the matter?"
He shudders for a final time and he rolls off of her to lay at her side.
"That was magical" she admitted.
"You didn't tell me that was your first" He was on his side and had his head propped up by one hand.
"Oh I'm sorry" she replied, She let her eyes focus on those ice cold eyes. He did not look happy, in fact, he was the furthest from happiness he knew.
"I didn't think to tell you, I mean I can't even concentrate on my thoughts let alone what I should and shouldn't tell you" she stated.
"No, I'm not angry with you, love, Its just that I could've been a little more gentle than I was" Jack murmured against her throat. She sighed again from sheer pleasure and relief. He had maneuvered himself back on top of her again and this time he displayed incredible self control and tenderness. He was trailing kissed from her mouth down an invisible path between each breast. Her nipples hardening in response. Jack continued the journey, kissing the smooth plain of her stomach pausing when he reached her bellybutton to flick his tongue across it, and to taste her there.
His hands found their place to gently caress each breast. When she moved her arms to thrust her hands in his hair he commanded her to lie still, that he was going to fulfill her, that he was going to give her pleasure back to her. She moaned slightly. "Jack, Please" She jerked her head and sighed as he placed a feather light kiss on the inside of her thigh, his hands appraising her small waist. Finally giving in to his own deniable urges he slid up her sweat gleaned body and entered her womanly core. After the first thrust they were both overwhelmed with passion, blinded by it. Satisfaction clouded the liquor filled minds. She wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him deeper inside her. A fine sweat broke out over his body. He released a deep growl from within his throat and shuddered, as his climax ended. Jack rolled off of her, and watched her reaction, she rolled over onto her side and released a sigh, she was clearly worn out by all the lovemaking they had done. Her breathing had been sharp, quick but it slowed to the deep sign of sleep. He sat on his side of the bed. He turned slightly to watch her sleep. Damn he thought that was the best sex I've had in a long time. She is heavenly object, I wonder where her halo is, and she certainly has the golden hair for the part. He had been gazing affectionately at the long wavy hair that was sprawled all over his pillow. He stood up. The bed creaked a complain but became silent once again. He swayed faintly with the ship but regained his balance. He bent over to pick up his pants and shirt that were lying in a pile on the floor. He left his, tie at the waist, breeches loose and pulled his shirt on over his head, he left it unbuttoned at the top. His black untidy hair was rumpled so he attempted to slick it back by licking his hand and dragging it through his hair, didn't work though. He left it the way it was. He walked to the door, unlocked it first, jiggled the handle then opened the door. The sudden burst of light caused him to clamp his eyes shut in a moments pain. He pried his eyes open and walked out into the hallway, he shut the door behind himself and walked to the narrow stairway. As he walked up each step it groaned and creaked in several different places under his weight. His right hand slid along the hand rail. Yawning, he thought to himself, I really need some sleep. He reached the deck and he walked to the wheel, dismissed the man on duty. There he stood, his shirt untucked, wide open, and barefoot. He looked to see the action around him. His eyes rolled as he witnessed Elizabeth and Will, the newlyweds, sharing an intimate kiss. Will was rubbing his index finger across Elizabeth's cheek. They were standing at the edge letting the spray of the ocean wet their hair. Elizabeth's hands were playing with Will's unruly hair. They were holding on to each other like they were gonna lose one another in a moments minute. He shakes his head. The wind was blowing strong, and the air felt good blowing through his hair, in fact he was even catching a bit of the ocean spray as well.
***Disclaimer*** I don't own any of the characters although everyone knows that I would like to, dang it! So of course I'm going to beg Disney to allow me the honor of owning Johnny Depp's contract peaceably, if not things could get ugly, I'm just kidding, naturally.
**Authors Note** Before anyone reads this particular fanfic you might want to watch out, because this is a very physical story, all you romantics out there *wink, wink*. Lets just say this fanfic isn't going to be rated R for nothing. So I think I'm going to start writing my story now... you'll be hearing from me throughout my story, don't worry.
**Chapter 1**
He lets his hand glide across her abdomen and rest on her bellybutton. He gazes down at her with tender eyes. She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes.
"Jack" she breathed his name.
He brought a hand to her mouth to quiet her, she startles and opens her eyes. Her golden eyes locked onto his mysterious, black ones. She gives him a quizzical look as if to ask "what's the matter?"
He shudders for a final time and he rolls off of her to lay at her side.
"That was magical" she admitted.
"You didn't tell me that was your first" He was on his side and had his head propped up by one hand.
"Oh I'm sorry" she replied, She let her eyes focus on those ice cold eyes. He did not look happy, in fact, he was the furthest from happiness he knew.
"I didn't think to tell you, I mean I can't even concentrate on my thoughts let alone what I should and shouldn't tell you" she stated.
"No, I'm not angry with you, love, Its just that I could've been a little more gentle than I was" Jack murmured against her throat. She sighed again from sheer pleasure and relief. He had maneuvered himself back on top of her again and this time he displayed incredible self control and tenderness. He was trailing kissed from her mouth down an invisible path between each breast. Her nipples hardening in response. Jack continued the journey, kissing the smooth plain of her stomach pausing when he reached her bellybutton to flick his tongue across it, and to taste her there.
His hands found their place to gently caress each breast. When she moved her arms to thrust her hands in his hair he commanded her to lie still, that he was going to fulfill her, that he was going to give her pleasure back to her. She moaned slightly. "Jack, Please" She jerked her head and sighed as he placed a feather light kiss on the inside of her thigh, his hands appraising her small waist. Finally giving in to his own deniable urges he slid up her sweat gleaned body and entered her womanly core. After the first thrust they were both overwhelmed with passion, blinded by it. Satisfaction clouded the liquor filled minds. She wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him deeper inside her. A fine sweat broke out over his body. He released a deep growl from within his throat and shuddered, as his climax ended. Jack rolled off of her, and watched her reaction, she rolled over onto her side and released a sigh, she was clearly worn out by all the lovemaking they had done. Her breathing had been sharp, quick but it slowed to the deep sign of sleep. He sat on his side of the bed. He turned slightly to watch her sleep. Damn he thought that was the best sex I've had in a long time. She is heavenly object, I wonder where her halo is, and she certainly has the golden hair for the part. He had been gazing affectionately at the long wavy hair that was sprawled all over his pillow. He stood up. The bed creaked a complain but became silent once again. He swayed faintly with the ship but regained his balance. He bent over to pick up his pants and shirt that were lying in a pile on the floor. He left his, tie at the waist, breeches loose and pulled his shirt on over his head, he left it unbuttoned at the top. His black untidy hair was rumpled so he attempted to slick it back by licking his hand and dragging it through his hair, didn't work though. He left it the way it was. He walked to the door, unlocked it first, jiggled the handle then opened the door. The sudden burst of light caused him to clamp his eyes shut in a moments pain. He pried his eyes open and walked out into the hallway, he shut the door behind himself and walked to the narrow stairway. As he walked up each step it groaned and creaked in several different places under his weight. His right hand slid along the hand rail. Yawning, he thought to himself, I really need some sleep. He reached the deck and he walked to the wheel, dismissed the man on duty. There he stood, his shirt untucked, wide open, and barefoot. He looked to see the action around him. His eyes rolled as he witnessed Elizabeth and Will, the newlyweds, sharing an intimate kiss. Will was rubbing his index finger across Elizabeth's cheek. They were standing at the edge letting the spray of the ocean wet their hair. Elizabeth's hands were playing with Will's unruly hair. They were holding on to each other like they were gonna lose one another in a moments minute. He shakes his head. The wind was blowing strong, and the air felt good blowing through his hair, in fact he was even catching a bit of the ocean spray as well.