OH MY GOODNESS ITS BEEN A WHILE HASNT IT! SO SORRY MY LOVELIES I FORGOT THIS FIC EVEN EXISTED! I DELETED THE LAST CHAPTER CUZ IT MADE NO SENSE? I'LL TRY AND UPDATE SEMI REGULARLY! YEAH, SO ANYWAY ENjoy (I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU REREAD THE LAST CHATER IF YOUR ONE OF MY OLD FOLLOWERS )
Charlise wiped the tears pooling in her eyes away angrily, Dont cry about past things! She scolded herself, sniffling quietly. Beatrice looked up at her, the little ferrets head tilted in concern and curiosity. Charlise gave the little creature a sad smile before closing her eyes, letting the tears roll down her cheeks for a bit. She froze. Heavy, uneven steps thumped overhead toward the stairs, she flinched, already knowing who it was. She hastily wiped her eyes, hoping to rid herself of any evidence of her crying. Dont be weak Charlise! Her head told her.
Jack made his way down the creaky stairs to the crews quarters under the deck. He'd been told by members of the crew that the girlie had ran down here and after what had happened at the bar… he ran his rough fingers over his lips, remembering the taste of her. Like the ocean. She tasted like the ocean. He huffed, the beads in his hear jingling quietly. He stopped, squinting in the gloom of the bottom quarters.
Charlise growled at him, her face buried in her arms. She watched his staggering, dark, form come towards her before he stopped and watched her carefully. Charlise hoped the low light wouldn't give away her tear stained face. "jack…"
"captain love. Captain jack."
Charlise rolled her eyes instinctively. "Captain Jack…" she tucked her long, long dark hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry about… about the bar, I didn't really mean it…" she glanced back up at him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she studied his swaying figure.
Jack felt his heart drop at her words. Well that was strange… he thought, frowning to himself and scrunching up his nose. "of course ya didn't love." He flashed her a gold toothed grin. He held his ringed hand out to her, offering her help up. Charlise smiled back, glad that her relapse hasn't scarred what they had already had.
Jack grinned, genuinely this time. "I wouldn't be adverse to it happening again however" he purred, his eyebrows raising on his forehead as he stepped closer to her. Charlise watched him, immediately going wary before relaxing slightly, fairly certain she could take him in his drunken state. Besides, he probably wouldn't remember any of this. She shook her head slightly, "you're a good kisser," she blurted, her eyebrows drawing together at her outburst.
Jack chuckled. "ah. I'm glad you think so"