Mary's heart pounded inside her ribcage as she stared into the eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow, who was smirking a little. His face held a dastardly smile, that was unreadable. It was his default look, so there was no telling what he was thinking. Mary, on the other hand, was as readable as an open book. And Sparrow had read it, wrote a paper on it, and read it again for fun. He approached her once more, pressing his palm against the brick wall beside Mary's head, his face coming within inches of hers. "Luv..." Jack trailed off softly, lifting his left hand to stroke his fingers against her cheek softly. The very same action he'd done when he'd apologized, about being unable to save her on the Black Pearl.
"Why didn't you come back for me, Jack?" Mary asked suddenly, her memory triggered by the action.
"Pardon? When?" Jack asked, still stroking her cheek slowly.
When he'd reached the end of her jaw, he'd merely lift his hand to her cheek beside her eye, and start over. Occasionally turning his hand over, using his fingertips, which made Mary's head squeeze painfully. "When the cannonball broke through the lock on your cell door. You stopped at mine, saying you didn't have a key, then kept going. Why didn't you get one and come back for me?" Mary asked, her brow furrowing.
Jack was quiet for a few moments, trying to recall said memory. His dark eyes widened as he remembered what she spoke of. "I always meant to come back for you, luv. But...things did not go as I'd planned," Jack replied in a soft tone, cupping her cheek softly, making Mary glad that she was leaning against the wall. If she wasn't, she'd have melted into a puddle.
"You were going to come back?" Mary questioned softly, her dark brown eyebrows arching slowly towards her hairline.
"Of course, luv. What kind of pirate do you think I am?" Jack smiled, exposing some of his gold teeth.
"I haven't a clue anymore..." Mary trailed off, shaking her head slowly.
"A damn good one," Jack smirked, his voice going dangerously quiet as he brought his face in closer, his lips brushing against hers.
"J-Jack..." Mary whispered, his name coming out in almost a whimper.
Captain Sparrow took the chance, his mouth diving back down to claim hers. He cheered mentally as Mary lifted her arms to wrap around his waist, holding him tightly to her as she kissed him back, as passionately as he kissed her the first time. Once Mary's lungs burned from a lack of oxygen, did she pull away, and only far enough to whisper, "Jack...I..."
"Where's your room, luv?" Jack asked before she could say anything.
"There..." Mary replied, pointing to the inn across the street.
A devious grin lit up Jack's face, and he grabbed her hand, leading her across the street, the faint sound of gunfire from late-night duels greeting their ears sporadically. Entering the inn, Mary led the way up to her room on the second floor, unlocking the door and stepping inside. The captain followed shortly after, closing and locking the door behind her. Mary stopped, looking at herself in the mirror, suddenly coming to her senses. "Wait, wait, wait," Mary spoke up, lifting her hands. "Why are you still here? Wasn't it just a kiss you wanted?"
Jack smirked, turning to face her, taking several steps forward. "I remember you, luv,' He said simply. Mary frowned, shaking her head slowly.
"I don't understand. Of course you remember me. It was just three months ago," Mary replied.
"No, Mary, luv. I remember you from before," Jack replied, arching an eyebrow knowingly.
"From...London?" Mary asked, walking over, sitting down on the end of the bed, where she proceeded to take off her boots.
"Aye. Your confessions were always...entertaining," Jack smirked, undoing the belt that held his sword and guns, setting them off to the side.
"Entertaining?" Mary queried, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
Jack nodded, standing in the middle of her room, folding his hands together, tilting his head to the left, looking to the heavens, then spoke in a high tone, mimicking that of a young girl's, "Bless me father, for I have sinned. I've been having...impure thoughts. Thoughts of an older man...a man of the cloth." Mary's eyes widened as she realized that she'd said those very words, five years ago. Before she could say a word, Jack continued, using his regular voice to signify himself.
"'Do I know him?'
'Yes...'
'Roguish good looks?'
'...ye-yes, Father.'
'Splendid. Carry on'."
Mary's cheeks burned crimson and she stood, stammering a little. "Captain Sparrow, I insist you leave at once!" It was embarrassing enough that she'd been attracted to him when she was thirteen, but to find out she'd confessed it to him, and he'd remembered, and had proceeded to mock her with it.
That was the final straw. Mary moved to grab Jack's arm, to attempt to drag him to the door. The moment she touched his arm, he'd brought his hand up to the back of her neck. As Mary uttered a small gasp, Jack smirked, then brought his mouth down to hers once more, kissing her passionately as he manuvered her back towards the bed as his free hand went to the gun at her waist, pulling it from her belt, tossing it off to the side. Jack broke the kiss, reaching for his belt, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor and he kicked it away, reaching for the belt around Mary's slim hips. Unhooking it, he pulled it from the belt loops, tossing it behind him, the buckle clattering as it hit the floor. Jack lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking it gently once more before reaching for the waistband of her slacks, pulling them down slowly, his thumbs brushing against her smooth hips. He knelt as he slid her slacks down, exposing her sex, and he glanced up at her, a grin curling up the corners of his mouth, causing Mary to blush even harder. He pressed a kiss to her abdomen, right above the thatch of hair betwixt her legs. He coaxed her to lift her feet, releasing her ankles from her trousers. Jack stood slowly, his eyes clear, no longer looking like a drunkard whose yet to get his land legs.
Jack took Mary by the wrist, guiding her hand slowly to the crotch of his slacks as the swollen member that lay beneath. Mary gasped softly, her eyes flickering from her hand to his eyes and she opened her mouth to speak. "Shh, luv. We needn't sully this moment with stammered words you might regret in the morning," Jack said, as his hands went to undo the buttons at the back of her top, working quickly. He slid her top off her shoulders, causing her to release the front of his slacks as he removed her top, exposing her breasts. Before he could slide his hands over them, Mary reached for the bottom hem of his shirt, exposing his tattooed torso. Jack grinned, taking hold of her hands, guiding them to the waist of his trousers. Mary lifted her sage orbs to his chocolate ones, and Jack nodded, smiling. Mary hooked her thumbs into the waistband, then slowly started to tug downwards, gradually exposing what lay beneath.
Once Jack's pants were down, around his ankles, Jack stepped out of them, kicking them away. Mary rose to stand before Jack, her eyes shifting towards towards his engorged manhood. The Captain noticed and smiled, lifting his hand to run his fingers over her shoulder and through her hair gently. "Touch it, love," Jack spoke softly, causing Mary's eyes to meet his again, inquiringly. Jack nodded, brushing the back of his hand against her cheek, and let off a small groan when Mary took hold of him. She held it loosely, her fingers surrounding the top and sides, her thumb along the bottom. Hearing Jack's groan, Mary tightened her grip on him, causing Jack to hiss in satisfaction. Mary took the hiss entirely the wrong way, and released him.
"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" Mary asked, her voice barely above a whisper, arousal sending lances of want through her, all ending at her center.
"You could never hurt me, love," Jack replied with a chuckle. "It's my need to be with you that makes me this way."
"Jack..." Mary began.
"What'd I say about things we'll regret in the morning?" Jack questioned before pressing his mouth to her.
Anything Mary was about to say or even think evacuated her mind when Jack kissed her. Mary lifted her arms, lacing her fingers togehter at the back of his neck as Jack lowered her to the bed, following soon after. Settling himself between her thighs, Jack ran his fingers through her hair with one hand as he guided himself to her entrance. He paused, mere moments from Heaven, looking to her eyes. "If I'm right, this may hurt, love," Jack said softly. Mary nodded, heart ricocheting around inside her ribcage. Taking that as his signal, Jack pushed his hips forward, entering her. Jack groaned at the sensation of her stretching to accomdate him, then as expected, met with resistance. Jack pulled back a little then surged his hips forward, breaking through her barrier. His mouth captured hers, swallowing her sharp cry of pain. Once fully inside her, Jack took a few moments for Mary to get used to his size and let the pain pass. He broke the kiss slowly, moving his mouth to her cheek, where a tear had slid down at the moment of her deflowering. Jack began to move his hips, sliding in and out of Mary's wetness slowly, his hand moving beneath Mary's back to hold her tigher to him. Mary hooked her legs behind his thighs, tightening them as he thrust forward, pulling him deeper, harder. Moans, whimpers, and soft cries of pleasure spilled from Mary's rosy, parted lips as Jack pistoned his hips, driving his hardness into her again and again. Jack leaned down to kiss Mary, muffling her moans, intertwining them with his own as Mary lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Their bodies rocked against one another, sweat gathering, making their skin slick, almost aiding in their ministrations. Mary's eyes slipped shut as she arched her back, drawning closer to an indescribable feeling that made her shiver each time Jack thrust his hardness into her.
Jack's hips surged forth, again and again, gaining speed as he drew near his completion. Jack licked his thumb, grinning as he lowered his hand between Mary's legs, rubbing his thumb in circles around her center. Mary cried out, arching her back hard, as her climax crashed against her, causing her to tremble beneath him. Jack buried himself to the hilt, letting himself go, shaking a little as he let loose his seed. As he came down from his high, he faintly heard sniffling. Looking down at Mary, she was wiping at her eyes. "Never made a woman cry, love. This does terrible things to my reputation," Jack said in a slightly shaky voice, teasing.
"Not crying..." Mary spoke in a wavery voice. "Just...it was..."
Jack nodded, smiling as he let himself slip free, moving to lay on the bed beside her, an arm wrapped around her waist. "I know, love. Sleep," Jack said, kissing the tears away from her right cheek as he watched her eyes slip closed. Soon enough, Mary was sleeping soundly, a hand on Jack's arm, dark locks pillowed beneath her head.
Later that morning, Mary awoke from the sound of shooting on the street, and she turned to see Jack laying beside her, but her bed was empty. She sat up, pulling the blankets up to cover her breasts. "Jack?" Mary spoke softly, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. He must have left while she was sleeping. Mary climbed to her feet, walking over to her mirror, looking at the floor as she went. His clothes were gone, as well as one of her earrings. "Damn it all, Jack..."
