What in the World

Chapter 36

James snuggled in closer and ran his hand up and down the lovely sea nymph's back feeling the soft smoothness of her gown, and the warmth of her skin underneath against his fingers. He could smell the sea in her hair as he leaned in and buried his face in said hair and sighed in contentment. He pulled back to gaze in her lovely face and she smiled up at him and ran her hands up over his chest teasingly, and then down his back, bringing out a groan of want from deep in his throat. He took her face in his hands and met her lips in a passionate kiss, delving deep into her mouth with his tongue and eliciting an excited moan from her. She even tasted of the sea he thought. He let out a deep moan as she began nipping her way down his throat to his chest, stopping at various erogenous areas on her way to his navel.

James jerked awake, he had always been very ticklish especially his bellybutton and the bottom of his feet. It took him a moment to realize he had been dreaming…….wait a minute, there was definitely someone in bed with him, and it wasn't a sea nymph it was………Leah! He jumped straight up and cracked the top of his head on the ceiling, let out a ferocious string of curses, lost his balance, and pin wheeled his arms he fell off the foot of the bed cracking the back of his head on the floor and letting out a similar if a little more colorful string of curses as he landed. He tried to scramble to his feet but unfortunately they were tangled in the sheets that had accompanied him off said bed. He decided wisely to lie still a moment and get his bearings. When he looked up the first thing he saw was Leah staring at him in horror as she looked down at him from where she was perched on the foot of the bunk.

"Are you all right James?" she said, still not sure what had happened. She had been rudely interrupted from an absolutely marvelous dream she was having about a dashing knight in, or as the case may be, out of shining armor, and was still clearing the cobwebs out of her head.

"What are you doing?" James said very flustered.

"No, What are you doing?" Leah answered also a little flustered.

"What are you doing?" James repeated a little less flustered and a little more aghast at the situation.

"No, What are you doing." with a slight bit of annoyance in her voice.

"You are in my bed." James said, the aghast-ness of his tone reaching a much higher content.

"Am not!" Leah said, her own tone also verging on aghast-ness.

"You most certainly are!"

"Am not!" Leah said full of aghast now. However when she looked around a little more closely at her surroundings she realized the Commodore was right, she was in his room and in his bed.

"Well, I guess you're right, I am in your room and your bed, but it's your fault." She said pointing an accusing finger at him and trying to remember just how and why she was here and not coming up with anything.

"My fault? Why in bloody hell would it be my fault?" James said incredulously.

"Because……because……..because you must have gotten me drunk last night and absconded with me." She said not too surly, grasping at straws to explain the situation she found herself in.

Even though he was still lying flat on his back he managed to attain his stuffy Commodore-ly posture and said haughtily, "I will have you know I have never absconded with a woman in my life. That is totally absurd. I would never do such a thing."

"Well if you didn't then how did I get here?" she said giving him a wilting glare, daring him to call her a liar and impugn her honor. Something she was sure the Commodore would not do.

He put his fingers to the bridge of his nose and squeezed a little harder than would really have been necessary. Besides having a headache from hitting both the top and back of his head, this conversation was giving him an even worse one.

"Very well Leah," he said tiredly a minute or two later, "You are right, that's exactly what happened, I absconded with you. Drug you here against your will, fighting, kicking, and screaming no doubt, to have my wicked way with you. Does that make you happy?" peering at her through half closed eyes.

"Yes." She answered with a big grin on her face, "Now that we have that settled let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." She bounced off the bed, grabbed her robe that was lying on the floor by the bed and flounced out of the room.

James laid there for a few minutes more, then with a groan untangled his feet, slipped a shirt on and followed mumbling to himself something about what the bloody hell he had gotten himself into with this particular woman, and the chances of him living through it.

He entered the galley to find Leah and Jack laughing over something. He happened to catch a little snatch of something Jack was saying about being much more fun without the wig, which brought a renewed bit of laughter from the both of them.

"Well now, let us just take a wild guess what they are laughing over shall we?" James said to himself glaring at them.

"Ah Commodore! Did we have a rather….. strenuous night last night?" Jack said smiling wide enough to show the shine of his teeth.

"Do not start Sparrow, I warn you I am not in the mood." James said threateningly.

Jack adopted his pouty look and said waving his hands around, "Just tryin to be friendly and show me concern for you Commodore, no reason to be bittin me head off."

"Enough Sparrow, really don't start….. Please." James said his feathers still ruffled.

He walked over and sat at the table leaning his forehead in his hands.

Leah brought him a cup of tea, sat down beside him, and began massaging the back of his neck.

"Now James, no harm done. It will be fine. Here drink your tea." She said trying to soothe him.

"I have my doubts as to whether it will be fine ever again." He said dejectedly.

"Oh James, you are much too dramatic." Leah said with a laugh as she continued to massage his neck and shoulders.

"Indeed!" James replied as he picked up his tea and started to sip, hoping the warmth would help the headache that was throbbing away like a hammer in his head.

"Well Commodore, best be pullin yourself together into your fine Commodore-lyness if it's at all possible, and lookin at you now I have me doubts about the doin of that particular miracle as it were. We are going to make port at Praia today. Won't want to be missin that Commodore. Facinatin place if ever I seen one, which I have before, actually quite a few facinatin places if the truth were told, by the way."

"I'm sure." James said sourly.

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