Title: Your fault
Characters: Tora and Jack
When: Sometime after 'A Test Of Time'.
The moon shone brightly, the sun having long since retired, over the deck of the Pearl. Below deck, lay in their own bliss, were Jack and Tora Sparrow. Tora lay with her head on Jack's chest, her fingers tracing along his scars and tattoo's. His fingers ran absent mindedly through her hair as he enjoyed the sensation her touch gave him. Much to his disappointment, however, Tora sat up.
"What's up?" Jack asked, peeking one eye open.
"Where'd you get these?" She frowned running a finger over one of his tattoos.
"Everywhere. Some I did me'self. Why?"
"I want one." She stood from the bed, taking the covers with her. "How do you do it, Jack?"
With a shake of his head, Jack stood up and pulled his breeches on. He crossed the room and sat down at his desk, where Tora perched on his lap. He pulled out a bottle of ink and a small needle. "You sure, love? It hurts y'know."
"I've been dead, Jack. I'm sure I can handle it." A flash of pain crossed Jack's features at Tora's joke but she soon dispersed it with a light peck on his lips.
"Alright. What do you want? And where?"
Tora looked pensive for a moment before running back to the bed and laying down, completely naked. She smiled back at her husband. "Surprise me." Jack crawled onto the bed beside her with a grin.
"Alright, but you've got to give me one after."
"Deal, captain."
Jack chose Tora's hip to make his mark and he soon set to work. Not wanting to alarm him, Tora bit her lip when she thought she might make a noise at the pain. Eventually, Jack sat back up, smiling at his handy work. Tora shot up and moved to the mirror to inspect. On her right hip was a small sparrow with the initials, J.S. Beaming, Tora took the ink and needle from Jack's hands and pushed him back onto the bed. She chose his left hip, to mirror hers and set to work. She copied her new tattoo almost identical, besides changing the 'J' to a 'T'.
"Ain't no gettin' rid of these." Tora commented as the pair stood in front of the mirror.
"They're eternal, love. Same as us, really." Jack moved behind Tora and moved her hair away from her neck before trailing light kisses there.
"My, my captain, not gettin' soft are we?" Tora giggled.
"If I am, it's your bloody fault."
