A/N: May be a little deranged. I advise you young folk, not to read this…and if you do… officer Bijou will tell your parents. Teeheehee ;) Will post once a week, maybe sooner if you're good little bungholes. Hehehe :)
Pairing: (future) Barbossa & Will, Sparrabeth :)
Disclaimer: These are not MY sex slaves! ;) Their souls belong to Disney. hehehe
In the Heat of the Night
Chapter 1
Dirty Martini
Barbossa woke that morning feeling fresh and quite unlike the delinquent that he really was. He was putting back those lingering feelings of guilt and blue skies appeared as the sun dipped upon him and he was ready to get what it was that he truly desired. And, oh, what a night too, for tonight was the night of the pirates ball, and he knew what he had to do.
He waited patiently as morning turned to noon, and noon flipped to sunset, and it soon became dark. Stars spread in the night sky like sugar in dark coffee. The August wind blew the sweet summer scent into the air. Never had Barbossa seen the pirates and The Black Pearl so… magical.
As the ball was being set with the right atmosphere, the candles and R&B filled the deck, vodka splashed into the sweet martinis and the strobe colored and disco lights caressed every crevasse of The Pearl.
Barbossa knew what he wanted 'caressed' and personally he liked his martini dirty. He went into his room, slipped on his favorite silky orange shirt and his favorite earrings, and sprayed L.A.M.B.'s 'I want you all over me' scent, added a few touched accessories to his room. Egyptian cotton sheets, a heart-shaped pillow, cheetah printed comforters, pomegranate candle, and KY.
He dipped his hair in a fragrant batch of Pantene, and lubed up his "parrot". He took a satisfying glance in the mirror and knew he was ready.
He entered the deck, it shimmered in an orgasmic sensation, all of the pirates wrapped in silk. The colors, the lights danced around him as if he was in the nutcracker sweet (in a sense, he was). Soft sea mist wrapped around him like pure passion. Everything was more than perfect. That was until, he saw Will.
Will. With his sensuous curly locks, golden skin, red lips, soft and glowing. With every step he took closer, the more nasty thoughts flew into Barbossa's mind, until it was more corrupt than a Clay Aiken album. Barbossa watched Will slowly; he was talking to Jack and Elizabeth at the punch table. As William chatted, he backed up a smidge to far into the corner of the punch table. His butt was the area hit, and he moaned a little in agony.
At this point, Barbossa was more turned on, than he was at the movie marathon of the Lord of the Rings on HBO. He knew there was no going back, but he had to talk to Will. He had to, but would his old charms work? Did the old flame still have it in him? Or would alcohol be required?
Anyway he could, Will would be his. He could feel it in his heart, soul, and very bung.
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