A/N: I just sort of had a random feeling to start a series of random Sparrabeth drabbles. These are not forming any story of some sort, their just random little snippets that won't leave my head, so please no reviews asking 'What's going on? This doesn't make sense' or I shall surely rip my hair out. So enjoy. I don't know how long this'll be; probably long. Oh, and I love reviews.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, I hate to say.
Jack:
It consumed her, from deep within, spreading through her veins, taking control of every vestige of her body. She had no coherent thought, her mind completely blank, filled with only the man who was turning her very blood on fire, making her body go numb; she was in his complete control.
He was not the man she had married in the middle of the maelstrom, all those years ago. He was not the sweet, gentle, naïve man whom she had fallen in love with when she was a mere child, the boy whom she had, when she was little, dreamed of being with forever. He was not the man who wished to live in a quaint little cottage by the sea, growing old together in a peaceful town, watching their kids grow, before being put to rest next to each other for all eternity. No, he was none of those things; he was much more.
He is enrapturing, clever, mysterious, his heart guarded well with a wall of frivolous acts, though she could knock them down. Freedom is what he was, the pure embodiment of it, with his sea-worn attire, his braided hair adorned with trinkets, and his body a canvas of scars and tattoos, each depicting a different tale. He was alluring, capturing her interest from the day she met him. He was a pirate, taking what ever he could and giving nothing back, venturing across the seven seas seeking adventure and what he wanted most. His life was fueled by freedom and adventure, keeping his cocky attitude forever in place. She loved every bit of him for he was every bit as imperfect as herself.
His name was whispered in abandon on her tongue, her mind barely comprehending what surely had to be sins he was performing upon her. His brown eyes met hers as he pulled his lips from hers, and she stared back at him her eyes half-lidded as she whispered his name again.
"Jack."