Title: Call Me Captain
By: Amanda
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Rating: R – to be safe.
Disclaimer: Aye, I own not a thing but the ideas, don't make me walk the plank.
Spoilers: I think POTC:AWE because of the running joke.
Pairings: Jack/ OC
Summary: Ficlet:Is the ego the biggest organ?
Completed: June 7, 2007
Notes: This came from my attempt to read a little POTC smut. But all I found was Elizabeth moaning out "Jack", and um...I don't think so. (Do Disney Movies just breed bad porn?) I think it'd be more like this. Tongue in cheek, and all that.
And, I thought Danny might like a little Pirate for her birthday. gigglesnort "Little Pirate."
By the jangle of his coins, she was at his side. In Tortuga a few pieces of eight can go a long way, and the mouthfuls of rum have always helped distract her from the rotting stench of seawater that clung to everything, and everyone. Even the tall tales of sea turtles, shipwrecks and the walking dead proved to be an amusing pastime at the beginning of the evening.
But in the end, it was the promise of a few silver coins being firmly pressed into her palm that had her pressed against the tavern's back wall. And why his mouthful of silver was trailing down along the skin of her neck in sloppy, scratchy kisses.
"Mmm, Jack," she purred as his hand snaked up under her skirts and along her inner thigh.
His hand stilled, and he swaggered back a step. In his own awkward manner, he punctuated the air with a ringed and dirty index finger and he took a few careful breaths before speaking. He looked like a man who forgets what he's doing, while he's doing it. "Call me Captain," His mouth curved up with self-satisfaction and his eyes lit up from more than the drink. Or lust for his female companion. That, was the look of pride on his face, "Aye, Captain Jack."
She shrugged and nodded; taking hold of his hands, she guided them up to squeeze her breasts through her bodice. She wiggled herself expertly against him, enticing a frustrated grunt from the Pirate paying for her services, reminding him why he was there.
Pulling him closer with a leg hooked behind his knee, she cooed into his ear, "Oooh, Captain Jack."
And again, he stumbled back; "It's Captain Jack Sparrow luv, savvy?" He stopped to strike a pose, some moment to claim glory when the whore between his legs had no clue who he was. Not that she much cared what he called himself.
She sighed, frustration of her own growing, after all there were plenty of other men in town who would gladly pay for her company, and she would like to get to as many of them as she could in one night. "Listen Captain Jack Sparrow, I'm not paid to stroke your ego, I'm paid to stroke –," she grabbed the front of his breeches, squeezing a handful of his cock, "Savvy?"
He squeaked, "Aye."
"Good," a tooth of her own was missing from the front of her mouth as she smiled, but once her bare hand reached beneath his pants the great Captain Jack Sparrow didn't much care. He could, and had on occasion, repeat his own name to himself.
ENDSide note: Her missing a tooth just ties into this unneeded back-story about her getting into a bar fight, and it knocking one of her front teeth out. Somehow it added some character to her. At first she came across as a rather prim and proper whore, which didn't work at all. And why am I rambling on about her?
