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A/N: The end of Make Him Move On is in sight. But is it really over? Heck no, luvlies! I have a sequel in store because I can't leave it hanging like I'm planning to. Cliffhangers are just wonderful, don't you agree? (winks)

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Bring me that horizon,

PineAppleLint


Will Turner felt incredibly tense as he stared at the ceiling. And what reason did he have to be? After all, he was lying next to a beautiful woman on a comfortable mattress.

Oh, now he remembered. All of his friends were almost killed.

Rolling over to his side, he faced Ana. Even in sleep, her soft, exotic face appeared pained. He let out a breath and wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow. The room was sweltering despite the cool breeze wafting in from the window. Gently getting up, Will staggered over to the water pitcher and poured some in the paint-flaked basin. After splashing some on his face, he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and tied back a few strains of loose hair.

"Mmmmm."

He glanced up at the sudden noise, watching as Ana murmured a bit in her sleep. When he joined her in bed once again, her eyes opened. She appeared startled.

"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily, "Is it time to go upstairs?"

"Sleep, Anastasia," Will said quietly, "They'll come get us when they're ready." He took a thumb and swiped it underneath her pouty bottom lip.

Smiling a little half-smile at him, she whispered, "I hope June's alright."

"She will be."

"Perhaps we should check to see if her surgery is over." She gazed worriedly at the door.

"You know what the doctor said. Mister Grisham was going to let us know when visitors are allowed. Until then, they don't want a multitude of people walking around up there."

"But I'm her good friend," Ana huffed. "I don't know why they let Jack stay."

"Because they knew he wouldn't have it any other way. He would cause a scene. You know that."

"And the Commodore?"

Will shrugged. "Apparently he's known June since childhood."

"Me too!"

"And the doctor is a bit of a sexist."

Ana bit her lip. "That would explain it, I suppose."

Will grinned at her flustered reaction.

"Sexism is not a humorous matter," Ana stated firmly.

Will slung an arm around her waist and pulled her close, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"I think we are in need of a chaperone," she said with a giggle.

"For a kiss on your cheek?" Will's grin widened. "How virginal of you."

Ana's jaw dropped. What right did he have to call her that? It sounded demeaning!

The instant he saw her expression change to one of irritation, he began to apologize. "I'm sorry, Anastasia. I didn't mean…"

"Of course you meant it, William Turner. I'm nothing but a naïve young woman who's completely ignorant about matters of the flesh." She rolled over onto her side, placing her back to him. "Get some sleep."

"Ana…" he groaned, "Don't act like this."

"Rest."

He let out a sigh of frustration and flopped onto his back, closing his eyes. He didn't want to deal with her crazy female mannerisms at that instant, so sleep was the only thing that could save him.


Ten minutes later, Will was almost in a deep sleep. He could feel it coming, the sweet bliss of unconsciousness...

…until he felt something solid rest onto his groin. Hissing in annoyance, he tried to roll over but he couldn't. Opening his eyes once more, Will found Ana straddling him.

"What is going on?" Will muttered groggily.

"I'm taking advantage of you," she whispered with a shameless smile, tying up her blonde curls while leaning in close to his mouth. "I'm going to kiss you. Understand? And I am the one in control, William Turner."

He glanced down to find her nimble fingers already working at unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Wiping his face in disbelief, he could murmur a very manly "Huh?"

Ana let out a cackle of laughter as she peeled the fabric from his torso, exposing his tanned chest to the humid night air.

He made a feeble attempt to grab at her wrists, but she batted them away and shoved them up above his head. "Naughty naughty," she scolded before bending over and giving him a hard, demanding kiss. The simple fact that Will was gaping allowed her entry into his mouth.

Will's head was spinning. Who was this woman? Where did she learn those fancy movements with her curvy hips? Was that her damn tongue slithering around in his mouth?

"Virginal my ass," she breathed, nipping none-too-lightly on his earlobe. She grinned upon hearing his sharp intake of breath. "A woman's bound to pick up a few things when she's lived amongst those in the whoring profession."

She kissed him again, and this time he willingly responded. He matched each smooth caress of her lips and nip of her teeth. "Ah, finally warming up to me, Turner?" she asked with a quirked brow.

By that time, Will knew he wouldn't be able to hide the proof of his growing desire. After all, she was sitting on it. Meeting her fiery gaze, he grinned devilishly. "You seem to bring out the worst in me, Miss Walker."

When her lips found his chest, he couldn't help but bite back a groan. This fallen angel was shooting off every nerve in his body, with hers moving eagerly against his and her mouth as soft as flower petals.

"You are quite easy to take advantage of, William. Such a willing participant," Ana teased.

He stared up at her with an animalistic expression, taking in the soft flush of her cheeks and the tousled state of her hair. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Say that again," he said roughly, grabbing her hips.

"Say what?" she questioned, adorning a soft smile.

"My name like that."

"William." Ana shrieked when he suddenly flipped her over and she found herself on her back. His handsome face fell into the sleek curve of her throat, and he began painting her skin with kisses.

"You are certainly not a well-mannered hostage," she continued, her voice humming with lust.

"And you're not playing fair, Anastasia," Will replied mischievously, brushing a kiss against her collarbone. "If I'm to be shirtless, you have to be as well."

Before Ana could utter a syllable of disproval, she heard the knowing rip echo throughout the room as her skin was exposed to his heated gaze. Shivering, she sat up, not knowing whether to be shocked that he'd just torn her shirt to shreds or that her breasts were almost completely revealed to him.

Will must have been thinking about the exact same thing, because a quick slide of his fingers against her skin and the cotton support garment vanished.

She turned pink as he obviously took in her half-nude form with hungry eyes.

"Anastasia, you're perfect." And then he scooped her up into his arms.

The skin-on-skin contact was heavenly, Ana realized as he thoroughly indulged in her mouth once more. She could only clutch the sheets in awe as his mouth moved lower, and lower still…

Someone knocking on the door startled them out of their passionate reverie. Groaning, Will hurriedly lifted his head and tossed her ruined shirt to her.

"And what am I supposed to do with this?" she scoffed, holding up the torn fabric.

He shot her a look while shrugging on his own shirt. Opening the door a crack, he made sure to shield the doorway with his body. "Yes?" It was Mister Grisham.

"Miss Oleander's surgery is over, sir." Grisham looked the disheveled man up and down, and added with a knowing smile, "I'm sorry if I rudely interrupted anything."

"We were resting, Mister Grisham. Thank you for alerting us. We shall be up at once."

The soldier bowed and left instantly, smirking as he heard the door shut behind him. Working his way up the stairs, he almost tripped over Sparrow when he got to the second floor.

Jack was casually sprawled out, back against the wall, his boots tapping to an imaginary song as he tried to pass the time. Glancing up at Davis Grisham, he squinted with kohl-lined eyes. "Well, boy?"

"I win," Grisham stated, sticking out a palm.

"Dammit." Fishing a couple of coins from his pocket, Jack placed them into his hand. "I thought the boy would be too nervous to initiate anything. Or at least for darling Ana to grow uneasy of his sexual frustrations."

Counting his money dramatically, Grisham only smiled as he settled in next to Jack on the floor.

"Don't rub it in, you military pansy," Jack grumbled.


June was dying. At least she felt like she was dying. Someone needed to go ahead and knock her out with a very large, cliché hammer. Or perhaps a few drugs of questionable nature. In her state of half-consciousness, she grinned when she remembered that one time in Polynesia…

"June? Are you awake?" a masculine voice whispered to her right.

When her eyes opened, the searing pain grasped her and she clenched her teeth. It was entirely too bright, too. Who was shining a fucking light in her eyes? Oh dear God. Was she supposed to run away from the light?

"Are you awake?" the voice repeated firmly.

"Sonovabitch! I am now!" she groaned, afraid to move. What happened? Why wasn't she dying? Whose bed was this? Did she sleep with the owner of that man's voice? Was HE the one who stabbed her?!

"Don't stab me again!" she said, her voice on the edge of panic.

As her eyes adjusted, she noticed the prim and proper-looking man coming to her aid. Then her mouth dropped as Norrington's concerned face swam into view. She remembered now.

"James," she whispered, "I thought I had dreamt you up."

Norrington pulled up a chair and seated himself. He grabbed her clammy hand and held it tight. She was studying him, and he let her. He was so grown up now. His face had lost all traces of boyishness, leaving behind a stern-looking, handsome man. His eyes seemed tired, however, like he had seen too much during his years. Taking in his attire, she smiled. So he finally made it to the rank of Commodore.

"Scrambling up the chain of command, I see," she remarked in admiration, "You were always working so hard for the Navy. I'm glad to see they're treating you well."

"June," he said softly, "Do you need water? Anything?"

"Water would be nice," she admitted. He instantly got up and poured her a glass of it, bringing it to her lips. It slipped down her throat, chilling it.

"Refreshing, thank you," she replied as he sat back down next to her. He still didn't say anything for a while. "Why the silence?" she added.

"We all thought you passed away, June."

"I almost did," she pointed out. "Actually, I've almost died on numerous occasions. But I'm too tired to go into that now."

"Why did you do it?" Norrington suddenly asked. He looked a bit angry. Betrayed. His eyes wouldn't meet her face. "Wasn't Port Royal good enough for you?"

"No."

His expression told her that he was surprised by her blunt answer. "I loved everyone there, James," she continued. "You know that. I just had to get out and breathe for a bit."

"By turning pirate?" He gently touched her wrist where her "P" scar remained, a reminder of harder times.

So he knew.

"James…" she began, "I…I was hopelessly naïve when I left home. I admit that. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. But it grew on me. And I…I ended up loving the lifestyle, actually."

"What did you get yourself into?"

"Stories for another time. I'm not sure I'm ready to reveal them to you quite yet."

"And why bloody not?"

"You hang pirates, James," June said quietly, her eyes suddenly exhibiting the innocence he remembered in her as a youth, "I don't want you to be ashamed of me and what I've done. After all of the less than noble deeds I've committed, I could be one of those pirates hanging from your noose."

"June…" he suddenly pressed a warm kiss to her cheek, "I don't care what you tell me or don't tell me. I'm just glad that you're safe."

She grinned. "So you missed me, then?"

"Horribly. We needed someone to keep things interesting. It grew rather dull around the Westshire Estate once you left."

June's grin faded. "How's my father?"

Norrington stroked her hand with his fingers and answered, "To tell you the truth, June, he isn't well. He's come down with pneumonia and…"

"…I have to go back," she finished, coming to her own conclusions.

"Yes. The doctor especially recommends it. You need to recover, and you need to see your father. He needs to know you're alive."

June nodded slowly. It was a harsh blow to be dealt. Here she was, just getting out of a rough spot and having to deal with her mortality, and now her father was dying. June blinked a few times and stared down at the cotton blanket pulled up to her chest. She had missed her eccentric father terribly. After her mother had died at a young age, he was the only family she had. They had stuck together.

And then she left. June had always felt a pang of guilt for leaving everything behind so suddenly, especially for leaving her father.

"Well…onto more pleasant things." Her grin returned. "I've missed you. And Kade! How's Kade?"

"Currently the best shipwright in the Caribbean. Who knew my clumsy oaf of a little brother had such talents?" Norrington grinned back. "He actually accompanied us to Barcelona. He had a few clients to take care of."

"It's so great to be able to see you again, James," June said in amusement, "I've missed beating your sorry arse in swordplay."

"Oh, I've gotten much better, I assure you," Norrington said wickedly, "So I believe a rematch is in order after you regain your strength."

"Of course. Perhaps Kade can join in, too. You may need another man on your side in order to beat me," June replied cockily, "You're not the only one who's gotten better."

"Don't bet on it. I would love to catch up more, June, but a rather aggravated Sparrow is sitting in the hallway waiting to see you."

"Why didn't he just come in?" June questioned with a shrug.

"The doctor wanted only one person to watch you while he retrieved his things. I won the coin toss," Norrington said with a wink. "And Sparrow threw a big tiff about it, which made my day."

June laughed, wincing when the laughter hit her stomach. "Do you both have a past or something I don't know about?"

"That's a long story," Norrington answered, getting up from his chair. He shuffled his feet a bit before saying, "It's your past with Captain Sparrow that I'm worried about."

June turned red in an instant, and Norrington contemplated this in silence. So she loved him, the poor woman. Why did Sparrow have to play with the hearts of all the women he had in his life?

"Ah, I'll go get Sparrow, then."

"That would be much appreciated, thank you."

Norrington studied her for a moment. There was a certain roughness to her voice, he realized, that wasn't a result from her surgery or the traumatic events of the night before. She sounded…weathered. Sea-stricken. She sounded like one of them. Only faintly though, like she was hiding it between the syllables of her British accent.

He continued to open the door behind him, and a flustered Sparrow immediately swaggered through, turning on his heels to reprimand the dear Commodore. "Took long enuff, didn't you?" he scowled. Turning to find June all tucked into bed and conscious, he said grandly, "My sweet! I expected to hear some wailing and hollering when you awakened. I am grateful that you took our ear drums into consideration."

"Sod off, you bastard," she said with narrowed eyes. She attempted to growl it, but it just didn't come off as threatening as she wanted it to.

"So the devil banshee returns!" Jack said giddily, sashaying over to the side of the bed, "That's a good sign."

"Sparrow, really. Must you mock her during her present state?" Norrington muttered.

"See?" June sniffed. "At least I have a gentleman looking out for me."

"You know I'm no gentleman, luv. Remember all those romantic nights together? Our bodies all entwined and sweaty?" Jack asked with a malicious sparkle in his eye.

June's eyes widened and she shot him a glare that read: What the FUCK are you doing?!

The pair sent a quick glance to Norrington, and apparently he had managed to overhear that little tidbit. Teeth clenched, he rigidly forced himself out of the room before fists flew.

"Really, Jack. Why did you go and upset him like that?" June cried, clearly exhausted from the entire hubbub.

I don't like the cad being so close to you, he thought with a frown. "Because I'm a bastard like you said," Jack said instead. He sat in the chair and propped his feet up on her mattress.

She made a face and said, "You really have to clean those boots, Jack. They make me want to gag."

"You're jealous and you know it," he said with a grin. "By the way, I thought you'd like to know that I found the other half of my map." She shot him another death glare and he amended, "Our map." The glare didn't waver. "Fine, bugger it. Your map."

"That's not my number one concern right now. Even though I'd like to know how you managed to find it."

Jack glowered. "One of the soldier pansies had it. Anywho, that's not important. I know you have to get better and whatnot. But what about afterwards?"

"Jack…my father is dying."

That sure shut him up. "Oh." He twiddled his thumbs uncomfortably. "My apologies."

"I have to go home for a little while…take care of some business. But I assure you, I'll take care of the treasure after that."

Not if I can help it. Jack slapped on the biggest smile he could muster. "Sounds delicious, luv." He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. "As delicious as a good lay wit' you."

She rolled her eyes and made a grab for his hand. "No matter how big of an ass you are, Jack, I really value everything you've done for me."

Aw, fuck. This isn't making things any easier. "Great!" he replied with a pat of her hand, "No problem whatsoever." Perhaps I should stay. His heart began toying with his mind, and his mind began screaming about treasure and whatnot. Not all treasure is silver and gold…what an idiotic statement.

Jack leaned in and locked lips with her again, and she melted under the pressure of his mouth. Take what you can…

"None of that now," she said with a teasing lilt to her voice, "I'm confined to bed rest. Don't get me all excited."

...give nothing back. Decision made. "I will allow all the exquisite parts of your anatomy to fully recover, luv. I promise."

She smiled at Jack's flamboyant statement and suddenly looked over his shoulder at the doorway. Her smile widened as she cried, "Kade!"

Jack glanced at the person entering and emitted a loud groan. It took just one glance at the man and he knew he was related to the blasted Commodore. He was a few inches shorter, broad-shouldered, with darker brown hair tied up with ribbon. Blue eyes complimented an exquisitely handsome face that wasn't as rigid as the Commodore's. The man was tanned, all muscle…apparently used to working outside.

"Dammit!" Jack almost shouted in exasperation. All eyes in the room were on him, waiting for an explanation. "Will men who are almost as handsome as me STOP ENTERING THE BLOODY ROOM?!"


Haha. One more chapter to go, so please review, especially if you don't normally do so. I know you're out there! Mwahaha! I would love to hear what everyone thought of the story and what they think the sequel will be like. Criticism? Comments? Concerns? Laugh out Loudness? Go for it!