Title: Drifting
Summary: Anamaria is having some wayward thoughts about a certain someone.
Author: Anamaric17 aka Brittley
Pairing/ Rating: Anamaria and Jack Sparrow of course/ Pg-13
Disclaimer: Not true and Disney owns the characters.
It had been quite a while since she got the urge to be near a man, and it was even longer since that man happen to be her captian. Once was all it took for Jack Bloody Sparrow to think he could boss her around and treat her like Scarlett or Giselle. However, it only took a few punches to get it through his head that she wouldn't repeat her mistake and that she wouldn't be treated like that.
Anamaria wiped the sweat from her brown forehead and sighed squinting up at the sunlight. It wasn't nearly as hot as the few days before, but for some reason Jack was running around without his shirt on. The sight brought with it a strong sense of want, desire, and regret. Mostly, the sight made her want to jump in the ocean head first to cool off her wayward thoughts. She knew if she said anything about it, that idiot Jack would believe she still wanted him. A part of her did but a part of her refused to play his whore and that part was what kept her sane these past few months.
She smiled to herself as she returned to her work of scrubbing the deck. The way his mouth fit perfectly on hers and how soft and velvety those lips were. Yeah they were a bit windchapped from the seabreeze but so were hers that night, and the taste of rum was strong as ever upon him. She licked her lips stealing a glance at the way the sweat upon Sparrow's back glistened and shone. A small rivet of moisture sliding down his left shoulder and finding its way to the waistband of his pants. She shook her head and scrubbed harder trying to ignore what was running through her mind.
"Almost there crew. Make ready the sails!"
Jack's voice making her insides turn to mush as he ordered the crew to do his bidding. They were making their way to Tortuga which was common for the Black Pearl at least every three months. She thought of how he called her name as he kissed her to sleep so very long ago and the way his strong arms made her feel safer than she ever had before. Jack was so sweet and gentle with her that it almost brought tears to her eyes knowing she would never experience that feeling again with someone else.
"Anamaria, luv why ye just staring at thee deck?"
"What?"
Her voice was shakey with her emotions plain on her face. Jack was kneeling down beside her with a puzzled almost amused look on his face. Those chocolate eyes of his boring into her own brown ones. She looked away trying to pretend nothing was wrong and trying to keep her eyes from traveling down his toned chest and stopping her fingers from tracing those tattoos and scars that she could still remember clearly from that night.
"I'm fine just a little tired."
Jack lifted her chin up so that they were once again locking eyes. She pulled away but she didn't look away this time. He smiled a grin bright on his face and leaned in kissing her on the lips lightly.
"Well ye know where to find me if ye want someone to tuck you in."
Just like that her captian walked away. She scowled knowing maybe half the crew saw their little show and began to scrub harder that before. Eventually she got up, cursing and kicked the bucket and cloth overboard.
"What an idiot of a man!" She shouted before going to her cabin and slamming the door hard enough to make the wall rattle. Sometimes she really hated him.