Dear readers, this is just a little dabble while I determine what to do with Pirate Royalty. Hope you like, and please do review!
The Way She Moves
Chapter One- Rub-a-dub
Jack gratefully peeled off his dirt encrusted clothing. His shirt hit the floor, followed by an innumerable amount of other things. Jack rarely bathed, this much was true. But it wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy said bathing. However, most times bathing was far from a necessity. In this case, bathing was essential. After being swallowed by a giant beastie after it had spewed slime all over you, and you then spent a month in purgatory—yes a bath was a good thing.
Lowering himself into the tub Jack sighed, succumbing to the enveloping heat of the water. His weary muscles slowly relaxing. Lathering up, he inhaled the spicy sweet scent of his soap. He did admit that the scent was an infinite improvement over body odor. At this thought a small grimace appeared on his handsome face, in remembrance of a certain conversation with that certain…infuriating wench, that had and still did vex him…."Elizabeth.."
When he had been rescued at worlds end by his loyal crew, that wench and her whelp, ..oh and that mutinous bastard Barbossa—His only thought had been of Elizabeth, not knowing what to expect from her, or even himself. She had certainly looked relieved to see him he mused. Yet, she had not ventured towards him since, never even uttering a word. He had felt her golden eyes on him at steady intervals, the looks always vanishing once he took notice. It was goddamn frustrating, the silence,…..the palpable tension…"bugger" he muttered.
Jack ran his hand through his wet braids, lost in thought. Not noticing the door to his cabin quietly opening, and a figure slipping in.
Elizabeth blinked her eyes, desperately trying to adjust them to the dim candle lit interior of Jack's cabin. She had expected him to be in here, most likely drinking rum at his desk. Her eyes scanned that corner of the cabin, confusion marring her smooth brow. Pausing with uncertainty, and now feeling far too bold to be in his cabin That's strange she thought, slowly turning to gaze at the rest of the cabin, When her eyes finally did rest upon Jack, she very nearly fainted in shock.
He was lying in a bathtub filled with steaming-bubbly water. His head thrown back, eyes closed. And…. Naked as the day he was born. His exposed chest gleamed darkly, a fine sheen of moisture clinging to his surprisingly muscular frame. His peaceful face belied the astonishingly beautiful structure it possessed. Dark lashes rested against high cheek bones, full lips gently parted.
Elizabeth's eyes widened considerably. She had snuck into Jack's cabin in an attempt to break the tension between them ever since his rescue, and perhaps even apologize for her betrayals… She certainly had not expected to find him this way.
Pulling her lacy robe tighter (that Will wanted her to wear), she swayed, conflicting emotions swirling through her head. Her breathing hitched as she continued to be transfixed by his sensual form. As sudden as a bolt of lightening her mind cleared, all inhibitions fleeing. Elizabeth realized that this was her last chance to explore what she really felt for Jack…and if at all he held the same feelings.
Meanwhile, Jack lay quite unsuspecting in his bath, a woozy smile on his face. He had shut his eyes to fantasize about Elizabeth, of their last tantalizing encounter. Lips crashing together in a frantic passion, eyes shooting sparks at one another…
Elizabeth crept towards the tub, shocked at her own boldness. She kneeled besides it, drinking in the how handsome Jack looked. She gently reached out a delicate hand, brushing it against his hard gleaming chest.
Jack inhaled sharply, how in the world did his fantasy suddenly become so lifelike? Alarms went off in his head, it's not a fantasy you dolt, somebody is touching you in your cabin!! He cautiously opened one eye, beholding a scene that shocked him to his core.
Elizabeth was kneeling beside his bathtub, an avid look upon her beautiful face, whilst strands of golden hair brushed over shoulders clad in only a lacy robe and nightgown. I've got to drink less rum methinks he thought…mind in total disbelief.