A/N: Thank you, again, for the support! Took me a while to edit this chapter, building up for the coming one, but here it is! :-)
Uploaded: 15th January 2021
To all you Jack and Angelica shippers out there. This is for you.
Chapter XI
MARRIED AGAIN
What To Do
Rarely it occurs to Jack to be awake by this hour. Let alone already dressed up and pacing back and forth inside the governor's office.
"Are you certain, Mr Sparrow, that you have searched all of her surroundings?"
With a look thrown aside to the governor, who also musingly tries to contribute, Jack nods. "Aye, I've checked everywhere."
"The necklace she wears daily?"
"Is not it," Jack fills it. "It's a hugish diamond attached to it but no key."
"I see."
Jack mutters. "That infernal key is bloody impossible to find, mark my words. I've been looking everywhere."
"Not everywhere," the governor disagrees. "There must be a place left."
Still unsettled, Jack is gravely frustrated.
"Worst part of all, now my wife is moving on."
"I heard so."
"To Margareth's cousin of all damned people."
The governor is rather untouched about it. "The irony in this is quite… ridiculous, isn't it?"
This earns him a glare from Jack. "I so happen to find this anything but amusing."
Not progressing any further than this, they call their quits and Jack can continue this early morning. There is one thing he is decisive not to witness; another man in his wife's bed. So on, he heads straight for his old house.
When Jack arrives, he understands he barely is awake that early, even when he used to live here. Nobody is awake at this hour and the deafening silence is unusual. He heads straight for his princess's room. Little Frances is awake though, laying in bed with her pirate book that she reads.
How remarkable is it not that his daughter is this fascinated by pirates, of all? At the same time it slightly frightens him, no matter how much pride must glow within him. Although, she is completely unknowing about her own attachment to it and that fact shall remain. He and Angelica had made that decision right from the start.
"Father!" she exclaims by his entrance and her book slides off her hold.
She throws the covers off her body and hugs her arms around him, tightly. He never would have believed a child could push this fatherly button in, alike this one has done in him.
A yawn is detected as she rubs her eyes.
"Tired, darling?"
"Sort of," she admits. "Mother and I were up late."
That does not sound like something Angelica would approve of. Between the two, she has always been the strict one to put Frances asleep early, to get those hours of sleep. This sounds nothing like her, staying up late with Frances. Unless, there is a reason for it. A bad one.
"How come?"
"Um..," Frances shrugs and he can tell there is something she is not telling him. "Had a hard time falling asleep, I suppose."
Curiously, he tries not to give away too much of what his intentions are. Which is having Frances telling him what truly is going on.
"This marquess was here yesterday, aye?"
Hesitatingly, Frances nods. "He was. I'd beg to admit, he was polite."
Jack peers as he repeats her. "Polite..?"
"Yes."
"Has he spent the night here?" The question he really wants to be answered.
Relief all over him when Frances shakes her head.
"Never," she speaks.
Thank goodness.
However, he frowns to her. "Why did you go to bed late?"
"We had a lot to talk about."
Skeptically, Jack eyes her. "Why?"
Unless something has happened, Angelica would not push Frances to stay up late. In fact, it would take a lot to make Angelica allow Frances to be up any longer than supper. Something is not right. Even though Jack may not know what it is, he has a bad feeling about it.
His daughter takes a deep breath, clearly bothered. "You really ought to talk to Mother about it."
This definitely does not make things better.
Further intrigued, he nods slowly. "As of matter of fact, I do need to have a word with her. Is sleeping beauty still in her bedroom?"
"Most definitely."
He stands but halters in the doorway, spins around to her. Curiously, Frances's big eyes take him in. Seeing he struggles to come up with how to lay out his question, Frances gives him a 'What, Father?'-look.
"Is he still kissing Mummy like that?"
Frances tilts her head.
"You mean on the hand?"
Jack indicates for a nod.
When Frances shakes her head for the tiniest moment, he feels relief. Only to have it shut upon her frown.
"No, he kisses her on her mouth."
Bloody hell. But Frances goes on.
"Except that when they first did, she tangled her wrist in his necklace of some sorts."
Of course, he cannot have believed anything less than them kissing. He saw the two of them. No way they are not kissing. He can only hope that is where things have stayed and will stay.
"Father," then Frances knocks him back to reality upon her thoughtfulness. "Isn't a key something one'd typically keep in its pocket?"
He shrugs. "Now, what do you mean?"
"Why would someone have a key attached to his necklace?"
Instantly as if he just heard his own death sentence, Jack jerks. Totally giving her all of his focus.
"Come again?" Before she has a chance to reply, he goes on. "What key? To whom?"
He cannot remember a time when he has spoken with this serious tone to her.
"Leonard. Mother tangled herself in it when she kissed him."
Frances is also frowning, clearly confused as to why Jack reacts in the way he does.
Feeling as frozen to the spot, he does not know how to respond to this. Leonard has the key?
Of course that bloody idiot has. He knew that infernal idiot was bad news.
He is freaking out too much to even be able to react on the fact that Frances claims Angelica has been the one kissing Leonard, and not the opposite way around.
"See you at breakfast, darling," he caresses her jaw before he leaves down the hallway.
He has got to stop her from seeing this monster. Why does she always get herself tangled in his own problems without her even intending to it? Supposedly she is already on her way of risking getting harmed. That Leonard-bloke-idiot is a dangerous man and he knew it all along. She better stay away from him until he is done with this.
But if he tells her, how in the world is he going to convince her to stay out of this?
Somehow, he has got to yet again try to intervene in her life without having her finding out about it. Anything to have her stay away from this Leonard before she risks getting hurt. How can he possibly convince her though?
Silently he has stormed into her bedroom, only to find it empty. Odd idea if she is awake already, seeing how he knows she tends to sleep way past noon when he used to wake her up with his hardon. Of course, because she was the one who pulled him down in bed to capture his lips.
Dear, he misses that.
Shake the idea away, Jack. Now is not the time to jump this lady.
Just as he is about to leave, search for her downstairs, he notices a figure in the corner of his eyes. Peacefully, her head lays on the edge of her bathtub, french doors open into the bathroom that give him the most perfect view of her. Eyes closed, she is heavily resting.
She would go insanely rabid by the merest confession he has been inside her bedroom. Their old bedroom though, if he pleases. But witnessing her in her bathtub, aye, she will go beyond lunatic.
Yet he cannot stop the magnetic pull towards her. The idea that she is naked, her exposed body in there, Jack feels his partly already hardon tighten his pants further more.
Foam blocks his ability to be able to get a glimpse of her perfect full breasts, or anything else but her neck, and he is overly disappointed by it.
The sight teases and edges him, enough to have him crouch beside her. Nosily try to get an angle where he can glimpse more of her, but it is impossible due the thickness of the foam.
But those bonny lips are, practically, as his worked-up mind fancies to interprate, begging to be kissed. As she calmly rests. How irresistible can she possibly be? How long since he met those savory lips and ate her up.
Unable to stop himself, he leans down to kiss the side of her mouth and she immediately jerks, eyes popping open by jolt.
"Jack!"
He winces as she flounders, startled by his presence.
Quickly her astonishment transfers into irritation.
"What in the world, are you doing in here?!"
Aye, he is not too surprised she is not that happy to find him in there. Truth be told, he understands his mind is growing foggy. All it thinks of is how he can join her in there. Misty mind in her attendance is solemnly good, as he tends to end up doing whatever she so commands him to.
Which is not precisely what he can afford at this moment, seeing his intention is to talk her out of seeing this Count-Noble-Idiot.
He is about to reply, when she goes on.
"Don't you knock?" she growls. "Desgraciado."
"Then I'd miss chances like these."
Her mouth hangs open upon his bluntness. For a decade of marriage, surely it cannot shock her. But it still works like a charm to cause that blushing on her cheeks, which she so works to fight back. Even if she may think it is not visible.
She nods towards folded towels further away. "Would you give me one?"
No, he would prefer not to, but her serious expression reveals of her short temper to potentially fool around with him.
When he has reached for one and is about to hand it to her, he still cannot refrain from snatching it back.
Apparently, she is no playful mood, seeing that glare he has earned.
"What are you doing?"
However he is.
His whole body urges him to just crawl into the bathtub, with clothes on, and just sink down on her. This hottie and sensual woman that keeps haunting his imaginations. Whatever reason he came in for, seems to have washed away. With her nudity this close, it seems as if nothing else outside this room matters.
Fogginess in his mind leaves him no room to urge nothing else but her.
"If you want this towel, you take it from me."
No, that is not quite something she agrees to. "You bastard, I'm not allowing you to see me."
Ah, his gaze lands on those lips again. He would pay everything in the world to have her kiss him.
"Give me that towel and turn around!"
Weakly, he follows her orders. When he turns around, he inwardly hisses to feeling himself growing harder for every moment he imagines her naked body standing behind him. Somewhere behind him, she stands, exposed, soaking wet. Uh, it is too much.
It is a struggle to keep his breathing steady, calm and not too overwhelmed.
Somehow, he cannot wait to get out of there. He just needs to convince her, get through this breakfast without jumping Angelica and then get the hell out of there before he will fall victim to be wrapped around her finger again. Worst task ever, making this stubborn female not see that bloke when he knows, that this strong-willed woman does anything she can to annoy Jack.
"Now, what do you want and why are you in here?"
Finally he turns around. Disappointment of her having this damned bathrobe wrapped around her must be evident, as her eyebrow quirks to his reaction. The towel, she uses to dry her cheeks and hair, behaving way more seductively than she probably intends to.
"Want answers, aye."
"What were the questions?"
He gives her a warning look.
With her soaking wet body wetting this bathrobe she wears, he begins to approach her without trying to stare at her almost revealing bosom. She is reaching for another towel but Jack grabs it before she manages to.
"Stop it."
Her breathing goes heavier and he knows that meanwhile he surely has his troublesome questions that he shall shoot her with, there is something secretive with her. He can see it. His daughter carried a similar look, revealing a hidden secrecy.
"What made you think this bloke was a proper path to walk down?"
He has got to know what this Prince Bloody Nobility did to make his wife, to fall for him enough to have him presented to Captain Jack Sparrow's own daughter?
She challenges him back.
"What makes you think you deserve to be told, seeing how you brought this divorce down on me?"
How he longs for the day when he no longer has to keep up with this act. She cannot walk around blaming him for this, now can she? He is doing his bloody best to keep her at a safe distance. That not meaning, she can encounter other men as if she was single and not in love with Jack.
At least, she is the one who needs to stop this, right at once. Before things get too complicated. She needs to get away from Leonard before things have spiralled for too long.
"First Armando bloody Salazar that tried to kill you and now this duke-blokie-."
"Marquess!" she corrects.
"You're taste in men is rare, love."
"Does that include you?"
Jack grabs her, demanding her to explain herself. "What are you doing?"
She hisses by his touch but does not break free from him. Her reaction of a look that tries to look intimidating, comes out as nothing but yearning for more of his touch.
"Just leave me."
Never.
So much emotion in his eyes and that fire in hers can be interpreted as venomous, as of warning or completely, lustful.
With his intense stare, she matches him for a longer moment, before she opens her mouth.
"What, Jack? Do you regret our divorce or something?"
He swallows. "Had to happen, love. You'll understand one day."
And that day he longs for. How she will apologize to him, for everything she has put him through. Because she is the one trotting away from him, happily, chirping as if she dances on fluffy clouds with this marquess.
But oh, pray tell, how provoking to hear her utter the following:
"Did I even matter to you, Jack? It's like I don't know you at all."
When SHE is the one who is practically seeing another man behind his back.
His frustration shines through and he is utterly unable to not snarl.
"The same to you, love. Never thought you'd be like this, either."
He cannot refrain himself from pointing this out, again replaying the image of her and that clown flirting with each other.
He never thought she would move on this fast. Not in his wildest imagination, did he think of her to be involved with another man this quickly.
Hopelessly, she seems to surrender something. "I never thought you'd do any of this either, yet here we are."
It is true. Probably they have failed each other and here they are. Slowly, he looses his gentle hold of her, and he may even have detected a longing sigh swallowed in her, by his step away from her.
If telling her off does not work, perhaps the tiniest pleading sweet-talk would?
Sensing him as if he has given up to something, Angelica suddenly grabs his hand with her warm hold. Now, he is the stunned one. What is this, a caring love from her? He likes to deny this and prevent that bodily response this achieves, but he feels all tingly by that mere touch of hers.
Aye, that caring look she wears to him tells of her genuine warmth.
"I can see that you wish to tell me something, mi amor."
Mi amor? Well, that is a good thing being called from her. This is still not the time to let her know of what goes on. Neither can he accept her getting herself wrapped to that marquess.
In the meantime he savors the feeling of her hands caressing one of his. How her thumbs run across it and massage it. Her delicate fingers, soft skin and...
Jack reacts to her shimmering diamond.
Excuse him, what?
A diamond? A ring? On Angelica's finger... On that finger?
No way, this cannot be what he fears it to be.
"Um..," he clears his throat uncomfortably and adjusts his collar as if he tries to act cool. That as long as he pretends he never saw it, it will not be reality. "What is that ring doing on that finger?"
Deeply, he pleads there is a logical reason a new jewel has been put exactly there without that obvious one. Any reason but that one.
Acting as if this is poison, Angelica removes her hand from his sight. A mixture of pure guilt and some sort of… damned excitement?!
Which in fact, reveals it all. It is what he feared it to be.
No… Jack refuses to believe this. It cannot be? Not in a million years this stupid idiot has put a ring on his wife's finger.
But it makes perfectly sense. Something that must have happened yesterday. Frances and Angelica's long talk. This is it. This is why, aye?
His wife. Angelica Teach. His one and only, has gotten herself engaged to another man. To be married.
This is not happening.
"Angelica?" he manages to firmly demand under his breath, awaiting her response.
She swallows, looks down to the ring and it takes her a while to begin this.
"He proposed and I..," her lazy shrug is of nonchalance and Jack thinks he will boil by fury.
Has she bloody gone mad?
How dare that clown propose to his wife like this?
He grabs her wrists and holds them above her head, against a wall he now pins her against. The sound of her gasp against his lips, is either of his close proximity or the feeling of his hard bulge pushing at her. With his torso brushing against her soft bosom, he would in other cases completely enjoy the hotness of feeling her soaking wet body, bosom in particular, wet through the bathrobe against him.
"And you what?" he demands into her face.
She glares to him but with a look of confidence, as if she means every word she speaks. "And I said yes."
"You said yes?!"
"I said yes!"
He pulls back but keeps staring at her.
"You said..," he needs to silence to not fully explode. She said yes? She bloody said yes! To become another man's wife! How can she betray him like this?
The pure raging irration almost twists him inside out. He must take further steps aback. In denial this is happening, he truly finds it troublesome to buy. He cannot believe it. They were married just four months ago.
Is he really losing her?
He tries to read her face.
Aye, he is losing her.
Although, he refuses, still, to have her make this mistake.
"The Stanfords are dangerous people. Mark my words, when I tell you to stay away from them."
Her look is of disbelief, upon hearing this from him. "You're marrying one."
"Exactly why I know that."
She tries to hide her bitterness but fails. "You're still going to her, aren't you?"
Well of course. He has to. Compared to bloody 'Gelica, he has important work to do, in order to have her nails be left unscratched.
"Aye."
"And you tell me Leonard is a bad man."
What an annoying prettiness of trouble she is.
Jack frowns, not liking at all where this is going.
"Pray tell, love."
Arms fold as if she is about to prove her point.
"You, acting like a fool, thinking of me like a trophy. If you won't have me, neither will anybody else. Meanwhile he, for a change, actually takes good care of me in all of this madness."
Is she kidding him?
"How can you think I don't take care of you?"
She looks at him as if he is an idiot.
"Are you trying to joke right now? Because really, Jack, this is everything but amusing. You're not that funny."
Dear he does not know what makes him more upset than this? And he believed Margareth drove him to insanity? Maybe he just forgot what life with Angelica was like.
Darn hotness of a mess. Deliciously lovely, yet maddeningly provoking. God, he loves her. No matter how much she makes him go mad by anger.
If he so would have chosen to tell her right now, she would never believe him, looking at what rosy eyes she carries for this monster of a marquess. No, of course she is blind to this! Talk about a frustrating woman! Why of all people in this world, did he have to fall for the most arduous one of them all?
"You can't marry another man, love, savvy?"
Angrily, she stares into his eyes. Somewhere deep down, he grasps it must sound like he is nothing but a jealous former husband. A man that is pretty much everything she just described him as. However she should know that is not the truth. After all these years, she should know, that in the end of the day, all he has ever cared for is her and their daughter.
"Why do you care anyhow?"
She must have somehow expected an excuse of blaming the need of simply thinking of Frances's best, as she appears to be excessively astonished to hear another accuse coming from Jack.
"We were married a minute ago!"
She looks at him as if he is the delusional one between them. "You're the one to talk!"
"This is cheating!"
"Me?!" she exclaims in shock, unable to hold herself back anymore. "You moved on to esa jovencita molesta before your last shirt was packed!"
This is really not the road he likes to go down, but due hurt she has moved on too fast, he cannot care of how perhaps childishly he acts. Frankly, he cannot stop it even if he would have tried to.
There is a clear difference between them, even if she may not know of it. That he, never moves on for real. But she clearly is.
How in the world can he stop this engagement? The easiest thing he can do is to buy himself more time.
"We're taking our time for that wedding and I assume you do so as well."
The non-amused chuckle she lets out gives him enough information to grip that will not be the case.
"No, Jack. We can't wait to get married and will wed first week past New Year's Eve."
For heaven's sake. How is he supposed to manage getting all of this done in such a short time? Christmas is coming up and after that, there is a mere week left for New Year's Eve.
If he tells her right here and right now, of what is happening, he knows she will not believe it. All she will believe, is that he is nothing more but jealous and desperate for her not to re-marry. That if he will not have Angelica, nobody else will either. That all he is, is an egocentric man. Partly, which he can comprehend due how he acted before.
This time is different. Meanwhile he surely can admit to partly be... slightly egocentric. This is actually an act of gentleness, aye? He is doing all of this for her sake!
Uh, he wants to rewind time and do their divorce differently. But how? How could he have done this and still have her safe? Have her nosiness not awakened to want to intervene. It just seems impossible.
For one, things would resolve much better if she would not move on this bloody quickly!
"Why the sudden rush of jumping into marriage?"
He tries to not make his horrendous ideas too obvious by his dark vision of pure jealousy. So help him, if she has been involved intimately with this clown already.
Seeing it earns her rolling eyes, he actually feels overly relieved to this reaction. The idea of her involved with another man, this man, truly hands him the feeling of imploding.
This must be the best news he has received as for today. How maddening is not that?
Then, bloody hotness of Angelica, infernal enchanting beauty, cockily leans against a nearby wall to keep that daring eye over him.
She looks, so provokingly hot, that he can literally feel how his toes curl in his boots.
There is a shift in the air and he can feel it punching him like a hit.
"You know me," she sensually purrs. "I am a woman..," and she lingers with her statement that will knock air out of him. "And I have my needs."
He is speechless.
Did she really just say that?
Is she inclining that she needs to...
Uh, really?
Did she just say this?
That she needs to get banged enough to have her marry someone for the cause of it?
Did she say this in a sober state? No alcohol being the excuse of it?
That she needs someone to steadily hold her hips clutched while she is pounded, lips ravished and breasts fondled?
That she wants someone to give her a knee-weakening round until that... state of horniness is wiped away from her?
Meanwhile the image of someone else doing this with her, eats him up from inside and out. But by the harsh stinging thug of jealousy, the fantasy of himself indulging in her lust instantly puts his manhood to alertness.
Again.
He is right back, in the palm of her hand, wrapped around her finger like a puppet, desperate for her attention.
Why does this always happen with her? If he only could have stayed away from her. And she could have remained innocent and not moved on to first best clown passing by.
He tries as well, to lean confidently against the wall, but quite almost misses it in his weak and growing dizzy mind. That smugness upon Angelica's face only grows and he understands how she is teasing him. Basically, she probably loves having him like this. Weak for her love and sensualness, having the upper hand and completely get back at him for, assuringly according to her, behaving badly to her. He gulps and hopes his voice is not as shaky as it is in his mind.
"Your needs... huh?"
He has got to get out of there, really, before his body will fail him by not be able to hold himself against her.
She smirks and nonchalantly lets her gaze travel elsewhere, to the bed, while her fingers teasingly pulls in the knot tied by her cleavage.
If she will open it, he will be the one begging some higher power for mercy.
How is it, that catching up with her always is the most lovingly worst idea that can ever occur?
Suddenly he wishes he never joined her inside their old bedroom. Now with her here, he understands this grave hardon is nothing but pure danger for him.
He cannot make things further complicated, nor can he think straightly with this strong primeval want.
With her around, he finds her nothing but utterly irresistible. Delicious lips, begging to be kissed. Body that, as she said out loud, needs a round.
Her presence and that seductive eye, are literally it for him.
Although he tries, with everything he has, to remain relatively posed. Not that it works that well, as she sees him right through. Aye, he really is the victim here under her gaze.
Because his words spilled uncontrollably from him, come out way more confidently than he believed they would. Words he should not say, but that striking will-power loses to her completely.
"You want me to help you with that?"
He regrets it right away. If he sleeps with her, he only makes things more complicated. Yet he needs to make her stay away from that other man.
Most of all, by her smug soul-penetrating look eying his groin, she knows exactly what she does to him. Seemingly, she enjoys it. No matter how highly it disturbs him, he cannot stop it.
Amused, she looks back to his eyes, yet with that eye of challenge. He can feel his heartbeat quicken by her slow approach to him and he underands how doomed he is. His feet refuse to move, to back and to run away from there. Instead, he swallows a groan when her hands linger on his belt.
Oh, no, she so has him. He is sold on her. She can do whatever she wants with him and he shall cave.
Aye, he definitely is her puppet. She has him in the palm of her hand, and she knows it. She always has and he would be a fool if he tried to deny this. To keep himself on his legs, he reaches around her head to run his hands through her thick hair, pull in it by his screaming want for release.
Her thickness of hair, lovely scent and he is too addicted to her presence. How awful is it not, that he, this infamous pirate captain, can be this weak for a woman?
Four months since he has been with a woman. Not just any woman, but with her, the only woman he has been sleeping with for the last decade.
This was such a mistake. He so needs to knock the door in the future.
Smirkingly she opens his pants and runs her hands along his length.
Eye-rolling, closing eyes and shaky breath.
Damn, Angelica.
His instant hiss is unpreventable and he immediately feels his knees weakening to her touch.
Her teasing and lovingly delicate touch. Bloody hell... she owns him.
All of their long history has definitely set its trace in her knowing precisely how to handle him. With his eyes squeezing shut along his desperate breathing, he understands that she probably just loves to edge him like this. To get back at him.
Like some sort of lovely, bizarre revenge.
Physically, there is nothing he can do against this. Uncontrollably, his body wants nothing but Angelica's wicked touch.
To answer his question, she leans in closer to his ear and speaks in a low tone.
"You think you could?"
If he could? IF HE COULD? She is so provocative, challenging him this teasingly with that taunting look, he just wants to grab her thighs and do her real good in that lovely bed until she shuts up for good.
He wants to feel her legs tremble in her overly worked up state, until her back arches in her desperateness of him driving her over her edge. So help him, if he does not wipe that provokative smirk away from her face.
If it so is the last thing he does.
Whilst she is smirking, he understands his anger must shine through his eyes. He is the one who wants to show her. Jealousy of her giving her attention to another man, as consequence making him go madly insane by envy.
Slowly he separates the opening of the skirt-part of her long bathrobe, while he gently pushes her towards a wall to pin her against.
"You're such a tease, love," he irritatingly points out, as he lifts one of her legs up to hook around his hip.
She still smirks to him but nevertheless is the one who guides his manhood towards her.
Against her lips, he pauses.
There is literally such a strong urge within him that pains him. Bodily, mentally, intimately, he misses her. He misses her so much, he understands that even though they may make love, he will be far from able to feel fulfilled.
As he, finally, brings himself inside of her, her hands clench into the fabrics of his shirt, whimperingly holding her breath. By a knockdown enjoyment, she tilts her head back by instant satisfaction, and Jack cannot tear his intent stare from verifying her reaction.
Hotness of a wife, she is, aye.
And she is driving him mad.
Her strong hold on his upper arms, causes her nails to dig almost through the layers of his fabrics.
Slowly, teasingly he begins to do her.
He will definitely need to restrain himself in order to not tip over the edge. The sight of her loving his movement, stings his core and weakens his knees as it is.
"Dios, I've missed this," she purrs between her unintentional sensual moans.
Lovely, goddess. There is quite nothing as her use of tone during their lovemaking that can drive him more crazy than hers.
He keeps staring into her eyes as he tries to read her.
"Was I your first?"
Now her eyes open slightly. Playfully and teasingly, she smiles to him.
"You really hate not knowing, don't you?"
Aye, he does. He leans towards her neck and begins to kiss it. Slow motions, doing her teasingly to cause that desperate and frustrating yearn in her. It works like a charm, as he can feel those trembling legs of hers and muffled whimpering grow within her.
"You make me go mad, you know that, aye?"
She closes her eyes in desire.
"You feel so good, mi amor."
By breaking free from kissing her neck, he looks into her eyes again. By now his very own legs begin to feel weak in his own strong desire of just releasing the inner bull already. This is such a tease. Not only for her, but for him. He has dreamt of indulging in her for months and now once he does, he truly makes an effort to preserve and not just go mad as it is.
"Was I the first?" he repeats.
But she just keeps smirking. Defiantly magnetic charming señorita. Or Señora, as her title really ought to be. Señora Sparrow.
The feeling of being one with her is overwhelming, yet he understands he only craves for more. Specifically as the tip of her finger pauses his attempt of capturing her lips, once and for all. His inner need of just kissing her already.
Sensing her soaking wet body through her linen bathrobe as he pushes against her, he can still detect nothing but warmth. Desire of just being closer to her, nearer and deeper in her. As if he is in some sort of bubble where he is alone with her, and their lustful imaginations that really are, real.
Deeply they look into each other's eyes when she chooses to play him further, hungrily licking her lips.
"The more interesting part is if you'll be the last."
He needs to pause and glare at her.
How can she say that? 'The interesting part is if he will be the last?' How dare she? This is his bloody wife. For an annoying woman he chose to fall for. It irritates him so gravely, but still and forever, she will be the one pulling him to this immense lust like this.
She lets out a yelp as he angrily lifts her up and brings the both of them down in bed. When he has her down in their old bed, she demandingly rolls them over to be the one in charge. When he tries to sit, her firm hands have him down again. For all he cares, he loves her on top and just hugs her thighs close to his body as she rolls over him. Bringing him the satisfaction he has longed on for so long. No teasing around now. But he, definitely takes his charge with that steady hold. These are feverish motions, hunger of the other one. Desperately, he meets her motions with equal force but whenever he tries to lean upwards and searchingly meet her lips, she warns him with her finger against his as if he is not allowed to.
Even if he longs heavily for her lips, in his blissful state, he cannot complain. He needs this release with her and she will come heavily enough to eat those words of hers. That Captain Jack Sparrow may not be the last. He bloody IS the last for her. And he bloody was her first, aye!
He grabs her hips and thrusts into her from below, like a caveman and her moans now cannot be held back. As if in surrender, a frown forms on her, pleading him to never stop. Aye, he knows in what precise angle he can weaken her and it works just as he wants it to.
God, he has missed this. Every sense in him is on fire and he pounds her with such power the whole headboard is slamming against the wall.
"Don't ever stop," she moans.
Dear, he is so in love with the sight of her on top of him. Her eyes squeezed shut in pure delight and knowing he is the one causing that face makes himself tremble to it.
Never ever has he felt anything feel this good. Somewhere in the back of his mind he is begging for this moment to never be over.
With his tender legs in his heavy turned on mood, he can detect that goes for her as well. Her constant cursing along her trembling and her arching back, are bodily screaming for him to continue doing her. And he does.
Once he picks up his pace further, believing he cannot do her any harder than he does, his hands feverishly clutching to her hips as she is unable to move, he notices that well-familiar look in her eyes. The revelation of how close she is.
"My goodness..," the temptress grunts.
In desperation he grabs her hips and helps them meet his thrusts from below her.
She is so hot.
"Goddamnit, Angelica."
She is so close.
As it goes for her, Jack feels his inner smirk. To watch her reach her climax is the best image he frequently comes off to anyhow. But today, he will have all of her. Do her in all angles and persevere until he cannot hold it anymore and get his release so profound enough that neither of them will be able to walk. He has waited for four months and now, he will not stop this lovemaking until neither can walk straight.
But shocking him to his core, content Angelica weakly walks off him and in pleasure sighs as she stands on the floor, quickly changing from bathrobe to be fully dressed. It all happens so fast that he cannot come to grips to what happens, until it is too late.
In confusion, he frowns to her. What the heck is she doing?
"Love?" he calls out for her. They are far from done. His hardon is still painfully throbbing by lust for her. "Get back here, aye."
She smiles, tauntingly as she nonchalantly throws over her shoulder, that provokingly innocent face. A playful smirk.
Avenging him in the worst way she possibly could have.
"Thank you."
Thank you?
What?
What does she mean 'thank you'? She cannot be serious they are done?
Confirming his fear with her remaining smirk, he believes now for real, this woman was made to challenge his sanity.
That smugness she wears is far away from wiped away. If anything, it has grown.
"I really needed that."
He sits up harshly and does not know if his pulse is by horniness, anger or frustration.
"You used me?"
Pretending to think about this for half a second, she then smiles to him and winks playfully. "If that's how you'd like to put it, don't mind me," she chirps happily.
Oh, that infernal...
She begins to leave.
"Get back here!" he shouts and stands up, but throbbing boner and weak legs barely holding him up. "Angelica, you… YOU… get back here!"
When she has almost reached the door, Jack throws himself on it to keep it closed. So help him if she leaves this without them finishing this. He is literally shaking, desperate for her intimacy. If he was before, this is so much graver he would rather wish to be buried alive than pass her dismissal.
"Angelica, you…"
But with her glare he cages her by the nearest corner. He wants her so badly it physically pains him.
He is too turned on to think straightly. His tryout of a weak wryer smile is however not bought by her.
"I beg you, mark my words, that I'd do anything, anything."
Cockily and confidently, she leans her head back into the wall as if he amuses her. She, clearly completely content with fulfillment.
"Are you begging me, Sparrow?"
He tries to give her a warning glare but it ends up like a puppy pout. God, he must seem pathetic. Yet he cannot stop it.
"I'm so…," he tries to not let his shaky voice reveal too much of him. Yet it does, no matter how much he tries to gulp it down. "Turned on. I've never wanted you more, aye."
"¿Realmente?" she smiles, purposely purring her native tongue to have him let that frustrated groan out. Teasingly her hands move to stroke his hardon and immediately his breath hitches. Somewhere deep down, he loves her intensely but as for now, he wonders if hatred does not overshadow it.
When she continues to speak, he can feel his hips beginning to rock against her teasing hand.
"You're telling me you want me as much as you wanted me that late night when you came home and found me, waiting for you, naked on the dining table? ¿Eso es lo que quieres decir?"
Angelica, Angelica, Angelica… that she-devil. Giving him a vivid image of a moment when she drove him into an uncontrollable state.
Helplessly he tilts his forehead against hers and tries to stabilize himself by his palms against the wall.
"You'll regret this, you hot temptress," he stutters. "Mark my words."
With every teasing stroke, he hisses and his eyes roll back in his knee weakened strong lust. But she only keeps smirking to him.
"I promise you, Angelica, if you leave me like this, it'll be the last thing you do."
But she goes on and he in his defeated state can do nothing but enjoy the senses of her hand working him.
"You can try threatening me, Jack, but we all know, between you and me, who the real captain always has been."
His eyes shoot open to murder her with that hateful glare but he soon finds them closing shut in frustration. Yet he cannot stop rocking his hips against her. His face, jaw clenched, he wonders if this will be the moment he will kill her.
It is so hot he debates if he is nearing an explosion or implosion. He is so close but just as he understands he is about to reach his very own release, she smirkingly pulls away and opens the door.
Heavily breathing, weak knees and an immense smashing sensation able to slam him to the floor itself, he somehow gathers strength enough to storm after her.
"You evil… you monstrous..," but by the hallway, Grace innocently manages to walk in on them.
"Mrs Teague, I..," she covers her mouth to prevent her jolted scream by Jack's opened pants, torn shirt and clear revelation of what they have been up to. "Oh, my gracious goodness!"
Angelica jumps, a murdering eye shot to Jack before she storms off downstairs, Grace instantly leaping into nearest room, upon door she knocks into before having it closed after herself.
The moment is gone and his... 'Gelica, is gone.
Dear he hates her. He loves her, but as for now, the hatred is too grave.
To gather himself from this incident, he retreats to the bedroom and gathers himself. Adjusts his clothing and tries to freshen up in the bathroom. He has to calm down. Get the image of lovely wifey out of his mind.
At least, before he leaves, he will have that breakfast with his daughter. And he does not want to have this event with Angelica destroying it.
That woman, ah, how he wants a heavy revenge.
By the breakfast, Angelica is not too discreet in her attempt of ignoring Jack. He can try to eye her all he likes, but she is solely keeping her warm eye on their daughter. Talking to her with that fine voice, acting all lady as if she just has not been killing Jack inside their old bedroom.
No, precious and gracious Angelica is looking like nobility herself.
Cautious of the occasion, Grace clears her throat while refilling Angelica's cup with hot water.
"Shall I cancel your luncheon today?"
With Angelica's opening mouth, Jack shuts it upon his statement.
"Aye, she's busy today."
Both his former maid and wife turn their attention to him, questioning and surprised expressions. Angelica really not approving of him commanding her like this.
Widely, Frances grins. "Mrs Lawson gave me another A in history class last week. Imagine, Father!"
He plops down on his, aye his, chair to join them. "Well done, darling."
The withdrawal of breath coming from Angelica, reveals her intention of directing him. However when he meets her gaze, she appears to be speechless and instead stays silent.
Until he has her where he needs her to be, in order to have her neither harmed by this bloke-clown, nor into intervening in Jack's life, he shall stay.
Additionally, the idea of getting back just partly to her, does encourage him further to spend the day here. He still, mentally but more, bodily, craves her.
"Will you stay for lunch as well?" Frances wonders.
He can notify Angelica aiming to intervene in this, but Jack replies before she has the chance to.
"'Course," he unfolds a napkin as he digs into breakfast. "Perhaps if your mother approves, even for dinner."
Again, Angelica is not able to reply before Grace has chosen to cut in. "There's plenty of food, Mr Teague."
Now, finding all working against her, Jack sneakily manages throwing her that winning smirk under her bafflement.
Hah, she better watch it. When he is done with her, she will be the one in his arms with weak knees.
Peering eyes she wears when she folds her arms. "Perhaps then, Jack, you'd watch Frances as I am invited for dinner."
In her dreams.
"Oh, Mami..," Frances pouts and brings her mother out of her defensive state. "Why can't we ever do something like a family? Like going for a walk in the garden and feed the ducks?"
Aye, Franny-girl, overrun Angelica like that and that motherly button is all pushed in, working in favor for Jack. If there is one thing that can be used against her, it is her avoidance of risking being a bad mother.
He can see her fuming under her breath upon his smugness as he butters a piece of bread. She knows, that he is, no matter how selfishly it may sound, going to get that revenge.
A/N: A little build-up for the coming chapter :-) Hope you liked it though!