"Blind Eyes"
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
AN: You asked for a long chapter and I promise you are going to like it. Buckle up and enjoy the ride, my dear readers! Longer chapters take more time to write, but I promise that I work on it a little every day.
Rating: I think the rating of this chapter goes up to maybe R; I am a bad judge of ratings. There is a sexual encounter. I like to think it's tastefully done. Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah.
Chapter 5: Suddenly Strangers
Lily was standing on the deck of the Black Pearl on the third morning after her escape from Volais. If she had sight, she would have been able to see a small chain of cave-like islands on the horizon. She knew they were there. It was her inner eyes which showed her the truth of all things. She knew how blue the sea was. She could feel the wind gently lift and caress the strands of her hair. She could smell the salt. Since meeting Jack Sparrow, Lily had deeply regretted the loss of her sight for the first time in her life. How she wanted to see his face with her own eyes, as he was able to view her!
The past two nights had been incredible for Lily. She had stayed up for hours talking to Jack, learning about his childhood and telling him about hers. She knew his likes and dislikes and he knew all of hers. They shared many commonalities. Above all of their desires, the most important was freedom. For Jack, it was the Black Pearl. For Lily it was regaining her sight. It was as if they were long lost friends catching up. And dear reader, there were newly kindled feelings inside of Lily, ones that she did not understand. Ones that she truly wanted to understand. Ones she wished that Jack could explain to her. Dear reader, you cannot imagine the agony! (Or, perhaps you can.) Lily's fists tightened on the rail of the Black Pearl making her knuckles white.
"You're not tryin' to snap my rail in half, are you?" Jack asked as he walked up to Lily. She instantly released her grip. "Got something on your mind, love?"
Lily shook her head, no.
"Well, in about two hours time, your going to have gold, gold and more gold on your mind. We're almost there." Jack turned and walked back in the direction of the helm.
Lily returned to her reverie of self pity. Please God, give me sight! Perhaps this was the wrong choice of words. Instead of what she wanted, Lily had another vision. This one was more intimate than any she had ever seen. It was a man and a woman on a bed. Legs entwined. Sheets disarray. Passion, Lord there was PASSION. The smell of sweat. A man and a woman making love. Jack Sparrow. It was Jack making love to . . . who? The vision ended there. Lily's heart rate was accelerated. Surely it wasn't her? But, there were no other women aboard this ship. Lily forced her mind to safer ground: treasure. Try as she might, Lily could not erase the image of the entangled bodies.
The next two hours were a blur. Lily certainly had enough on her mind to occupy her for that short time. Before she knew it, Jack was steering the boat into the cave that Lily had marked on the map. The cave, as Jack saw it, had an orange glow to it that meant only one thing: gold. The cave, as Lily saw it, smelled of moss growing on rock. There was something else too, the faint scent of sulfur indicating oysters or was it clams? It felt . . . ancient, like something that had stood out of the water since the dawn of time. A beacon for pirates who had long since found watery graves on the sea's floor. She could hear the sea water slapping against the sides of the cave. High tide.
All the crew men were on deck, practically salivating at the thought of the gold that they would be acquiring. Lily could feel the anticipation rising from the crew in waves of gold-lust. They had just drifted into the mouth of the cave, when Jack called for silence aboard the Black Pearl.
Lily, who had moved to the wheel to stand with Jack, whispered, "What is it Jack?"
"There is another ship in the cave up ahead. I can see movement." There was a short pause as Jack peered through his scope. "It's pirates." More silence. "Well, I say we move in and clean 'um out boys!" There was a flurry of activity at that order. Lily felt it best if she stayed put. The canons were loaded and the Pearl increased speed as it reeled toward the rival pirate ship. Just as Jack was about to order the attack, he stopped himself. A second quick glance through the scope confirmed his suspicions. It was a pirate ship full of women.
Jack slowly steered the Pearl up to the ship and called over to its crew. "Ahoy there beautiful ladies, where's your captain?" There was a flurry of movement aboard the female pirate ship as the captain made her way to the deck. Physically, she was everything that Lily was not, dark hair, dark eyes, muscular, tanned skin, and curvy beyond all comprehension. She was clad almost identically to Jack, long dark coat, pants, white shirt, nifty hat, sword at the side. But, she carried herself in a way that was distinctly feminine. In a way that gave Jack an eerie sense of déjà vu. Jack's heart stopped in his chest as he recognized the captain. Margola. His former lover.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow. Couldn't live without me, could you?" Margola hollered over to Jack.
"Kitten, I've died a little every day since you left me." Jack said in a mocking tone. Both captains laughed heartily at this.
"What the hell are you doing in my cave, Sparrow?" Margola demanded, getting down to business.
"I was led here by a little bird." Jack said, not wishing to reveal the identity of his psychic treasure hunter.
"Sure." Margola said, clearly not believing Jack. "Why don't you come over here for a chat and some rum? Bring your little friend." Margola indicated Lily, who was trying to remain anonymous on the deck.
A plank was thrown between the two ships and Jack safely guided Lily over to Margola.
Margola extended her hands and pulled Lily aboard her ship. "Welcome to the Winsome Widow."
Margola then turned and embraced Jack in a hug that lasted entirely too long in Lily's opinion. She couldn't see them, but Lily could imagine the looks that they were giving each other. From the emotions she was getting off of the pair, she could tell that they definitely had a history. Quite a hot and heavy history at that. When they separated, Jack made introductions.
"Margola Antonia, meet Lily Rose." The two women managed to shake hands, after Margola discovered that Lily was blind and therefore could not see the hand that Margola had extended to her. Margola gave Lily a long measuring glance.
"She's a bit young for you, isn't she Sparrow?" Margola jibed at Jack.
Jack did not answer. Instead he turned to the crews of both the Pearl and the Widow. "My fellow pirates, eat, drink and be merry this night!" Neither crew needed further provocation. Men and women crossed over the planks and intermingled. Some spilled down to dance on the piles and piles of gold and treasure. Jack wondered how long it would take to develop into a veritable orgy of wine, gold and sin. Knowing his crew, not long. . . not long at all.
Margola laced her arm through Lily's and led the pair back into her private quarters.
**
Lily had been steered into a seat in Margola's room. It smelled like expensive perfume and rum. The three had spent an hour making small talk. Mostly it was Jack and Margola catching up, throwing around names of old "associates." Lily felt herself getting bored. Jack noticed.
"Why don't you go outside and have some fun at the party, love?" Jack said. He helped Lily out of her chair and sent her out the door. She mingled at the party, met some interesting lady pirates. She discovered that the Winsome Widow consisted mostly of widows, young and old alike, who had no money or nowhere else to go. The crew was tight knit. It felt like a homey place. Lily felt jealous of Margola for the billionth time that night.
While mingling, Lily hadn't strayed far from Margola's room. Jack was still inside. He hadn't come out. Lily was not naïve. They had been in there alone for the better part of an hour. She didn't have to be a psychic to know what was going on. Feelings of jealousy bubbled under Lily's cool exterior.
Suddenly the door opened and Lily heard Jack walk out. Lily had every intention of addressing this issue with Jack immediately.
"Jack." Lily said it in the tone that all males recognize and fear.
"Yes, love?" Jack wondered what he had done.
"What went on in there?" Lily's tone had not changed.
"Margola told me an interesting piece of news about your friend Volais." Jack watched as Lily stiffened her shoulders.
"What sort of news?" Lily was almost afraid to ask.
"Volais had a brother. His name was Barbosa." Lily's breath stopped in her throat. She knew who Barbosa was. Jack had told her the whole story. Barbosa was dead. Volais would be coming after Jack for revenge on his brother's life. The White Oyster had nothing to do with it.
"Oh. Is that all that you talked about? I mean did you two . . ." Lily didn't know how to finish that sentence. How does one inquire about these sorts of things anyway?
"Did we make love?" Jack asked with a tone of surprise in his voice.
"Uh yeah." Lily said.
"Well I don't see how that is relevant, love." Jack was starting to catch on to Lily's feelings of jealousy.
"I thought we . if you can't . never mind, Jack! I don't want to know what your problem is." Lily stammered.
Jack was blown away by Lily's sudden outburst. "Right love, I'm the one with the problem? Maybe you should ask yourself why you care so much who I do or do not sleep with. Hmm?" Jack wheeled around and crossed back over to the Pearl.
Lily felt her face turn a wicked shade of scarlet. Why was she behaving in such a foolish manner? She was not a child, and neither was she Jack Sparrow's woman. His comings and goings should not be of her concern. If he should choose to dally with one of his former lovers, then it should not weigh so heavily upon her heart. But God, it did! She felt certain that the vision was correct. Jack and Margola had made love, and were most probably in love. Passion like the kind of her vision could not be faked. Lily felt like she and Jack had become suddenly . . . strangers.
Margola had witnessed the scene from the doorway to her room. It seemed some things needed to be cleared up.
"You're in love with him." Margola said it plainly. A statement and not a question.
Lily's response was a whisper, "That would be foolish of me."
"Eh. Le Coeur a c'est raisons, n'est-ce pas?" Margola turned into her room and called to Lily, "Come in for a minute."
The heart has its reasons. How true. Lily reluctantly went into Margola's room.
"Listen, I know that you think something went on here between me and Jack. I can't say that I didn't try, but he wasn't interested. What we had was a long time ago. He's moved on." Margola stopped and sized up Lily. "That dress. You've probably been wearing it for a few days. I have some old things that you can have. I never wear dresses anymore."
Margola turned to her closet and grabbed a random dress from within. It was red and the bodice was threaded with gold. Margola took off Lily's blue dress and corset. She found a new corset and started lacing Lily up in it.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Lily asked.
"I like Jack. I want him to be happy. You make him happy, so I want to help you." Margola laughed. She finished pulling the corset tight and slipped the dress over Lily's head. She straightened the red velvet skirts around Lily.
"Now for the hair." Margola ran a shell comb through Lily's strands and cleared it of knots.
"OK, now a little bit of my secret weapon. No man can resist." Margola sprayed a small amount of expensive French perfume on Lily's breasts and neck.
"Go get him. And don't take no for an answer." Margola started to shove Lily out the door.
"Wait. I have a question. I've never . . . um . . ." Lily once again found herself in the awkward position of having to inquire about delicate subject matter.
"You've never made love to a man." Margola smiled. "Well don't worry sweetheart. Jack Sparrow excels at two things: one of them is being a pirate, the other is making love. He'll treat you like a goddess. Look, it's going to hurt. But you'll forget about the pain. Trust me." Without further ado, Margola sent Lily off to the Black Pearl.
**
Lily's courage had abounded. She needed this chance to make things right with Jack. She had misjudged him and behaved wrongly. Smoothing her hands along her newly borrowed velvet dress, Lily felt stronger somehow. Soon all would be forgiven. Soon she would be making . . . well, best not to think of that yet. She carefully counted the steps to Jack's room aboard the Black Pearl. She knocked softly on the door.
"Jack? Jack, it's me, Lily." Five seconds passed, ten, twenty.
There was no answer. Lily's heart sank. Jack was probably dead drunk by now, or ignoring her, or both. She turned very slowly and started to walk away. Tears had gathered in her eyes and threatened to fall at any given second. She would not cry! She would not cry over someone like Jack Sparrow! Ah but dear reader, she did. The not-so-silent tears prevented Lily from hearing Jack open the door to his room.
Jack was instantly moved by the sight of Lily's breakdown outside his door. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and protect her forever. Such a vulnerable and innocent creature should not be left to fend for herself in the world.
Jack stepped outside his door and did just what he intended. He encircled Lily in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
She had not been expecting it, and that made it all the sweeter. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined. He was not drunk, he was not angry with her. He wanted her. This knowledge made her weak in the knees.
"Come inside. Stay the night with me." Jack's offer was given in a husky voice, overflowing with desire.
Lily's answer was to push Jack through his door and follow him in. Jack shut and locked the door while Lily stood patiently in the room. He stepped over to her and they stood, bodies pressed up against one another for a few minutes. Both of them were breathing hard. Finally Lily spoke.
"Close your eyes Jack. I want us to have the same experiences." Lily took her hands and ran them over Jack's eyes. They were closed. "See me with your hands." Lily took Jack's hands and placed them on her face.
His hands caressed the skin on her face and lingered on her lips, as she had once done to him. Lily found the experience to be intoxicating. When she felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, she took Jack's hands away from her face and kissed him again. His hands traveled over her body, front and back.
Jack guided Lily to his bed and set her down on it. He studied Lily's dress. "Nice dress. It'll have to go now." Jack pulled the dress up over Lily's head. He slowly began untying the laces at the back of her corset. That too was soon removed. Once Lily's final undergarments were removed, Jack pushed her down onto the bed. He stood up only to remove his own garments.
Jack lay down on top of Lily. He ran his hands over the landscape of her body. Lily was shaking gently. Jack's hands kneaded Lily's breasts gently. This was the first time a man had ever touched her like this. It scared Lily. She whimpered out loud before she could stop herself.
"Shhhhh. It's alright love. I won't hurt you." Jack proceeded in his examination of Lily's body. Lily soon found herself reacting favorably to the attention that Jack was paying to her. Her hands wandered over his back, tracing his muscles. Suddenly she knew that her vision had been real. As their legs entwined on the sheets Lily smiled.
The sounds that Lily was making now were sounds of pleasure. Lily did not really know what she was doing. She had never had anyone to discuss these things with. Her mother had never told her about the mysteries of womanhood. She didn't really know what was going to come next, but she had an idea. Margola had told her that it was going to hurt.
Jack gently inserted a finger into Lily and she gasped from the feeling. The motion of his finger going in and out was enough to drive Lily to the brink of insanity. She found herself wanting more. She cried out Jack's name. He removed his fingers and straddled Lily.
Jack hovered above Lily, preparing to enter her for the first time. Lily was shaking from fear and anticipation. Her mind was reeling, unable to grasp hold of one thought. Jack asked her a question that she had just asked herself.
"Are you sure you want to do this, love?"
***
AN: I know I am EVIL for stopping here, right? I'm not sure yet if they should continue or if I should have her say no and have it happen later. What do y'all think? I feel kind of out of my arena when describing sex. I dunno if I did a good job or not.
Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
AN: You asked for a long chapter and I promise you are going to like it. Buckle up and enjoy the ride, my dear readers! Longer chapters take more time to write, but I promise that I work on it a little every day.
Rating: I think the rating of this chapter goes up to maybe R; I am a bad judge of ratings. There is a sexual encounter. I like to think it's tastefully done. Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah.
Chapter 5: Suddenly Strangers
Lily was standing on the deck of the Black Pearl on the third morning after her escape from Volais. If she had sight, she would have been able to see a small chain of cave-like islands on the horizon. She knew they were there. It was her inner eyes which showed her the truth of all things. She knew how blue the sea was. She could feel the wind gently lift and caress the strands of her hair. She could smell the salt. Since meeting Jack Sparrow, Lily had deeply regretted the loss of her sight for the first time in her life. How she wanted to see his face with her own eyes, as he was able to view her!
The past two nights had been incredible for Lily. She had stayed up for hours talking to Jack, learning about his childhood and telling him about hers. She knew his likes and dislikes and he knew all of hers. They shared many commonalities. Above all of their desires, the most important was freedom. For Jack, it was the Black Pearl. For Lily it was regaining her sight. It was as if they were long lost friends catching up. And dear reader, there were newly kindled feelings inside of Lily, ones that she did not understand. Ones that she truly wanted to understand. Ones she wished that Jack could explain to her. Dear reader, you cannot imagine the agony! (Or, perhaps you can.) Lily's fists tightened on the rail of the Black Pearl making her knuckles white.
"You're not tryin' to snap my rail in half, are you?" Jack asked as he walked up to Lily. She instantly released her grip. "Got something on your mind, love?"
Lily shook her head, no.
"Well, in about two hours time, your going to have gold, gold and more gold on your mind. We're almost there." Jack turned and walked back in the direction of the helm.
Lily returned to her reverie of self pity. Please God, give me sight! Perhaps this was the wrong choice of words. Instead of what she wanted, Lily had another vision. This one was more intimate than any she had ever seen. It was a man and a woman on a bed. Legs entwined. Sheets disarray. Passion, Lord there was PASSION. The smell of sweat. A man and a woman making love. Jack Sparrow. It was Jack making love to . . . who? The vision ended there. Lily's heart rate was accelerated. Surely it wasn't her? But, there were no other women aboard this ship. Lily forced her mind to safer ground: treasure. Try as she might, Lily could not erase the image of the entangled bodies.
The next two hours were a blur. Lily certainly had enough on her mind to occupy her for that short time. Before she knew it, Jack was steering the boat into the cave that Lily had marked on the map. The cave, as Jack saw it, had an orange glow to it that meant only one thing: gold. The cave, as Lily saw it, smelled of moss growing on rock. There was something else too, the faint scent of sulfur indicating oysters or was it clams? It felt . . . ancient, like something that had stood out of the water since the dawn of time. A beacon for pirates who had long since found watery graves on the sea's floor. She could hear the sea water slapping against the sides of the cave. High tide.
All the crew men were on deck, practically salivating at the thought of the gold that they would be acquiring. Lily could feel the anticipation rising from the crew in waves of gold-lust. They had just drifted into the mouth of the cave, when Jack called for silence aboard the Black Pearl.
Lily, who had moved to the wheel to stand with Jack, whispered, "What is it Jack?"
"There is another ship in the cave up ahead. I can see movement." There was a short pause as Jack peered through his scope. "It's pirates." More silence. "Well, I say we move in and clean 'um out boys!" There was a flurry of activity at that order. Lily felt it best if she stayed put. The canons were loaded and the Pearl increased speed as it reeled toward the rival pirate ship. Just as Jack was about to order the attack, he stopped himself. A second quick glance through the scope confirmed his suspicions. It was a pirate ship full of women.
Jack slowly steered the Pearl up to the ship and called over to its crew. "Ahoy there beautiful ladies, where's your captain?" There was a flurry of movement aboard the female pirate ship as the captain made her way to the deck. Physically, she was everything that Lily was not, dark hair, dark eyes, muscular, tanned skin, and curvy beyond all comprehension. She was clad almost identically to Jack, long dark coat, pants, white shirt, nifty hat, sword at the side. But, she carried herself in a way that was distinctly feminine. In a way that gave Jack an eerie sense of déjà vu. Jack's heart stopped in his chest as he recognized the captain. Margola. His former lover.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow. Couldn't live without me, could you?" Margola hollered over to Jack.
"Kitten, I've died a little every day since you left me." Jack said in a mocking tone. Both captains laughed heartily at this.
"What the hell are you doing in my cave, Sparrow?" Margola demanded, getting down to business.
"I was led here by a little bird." Jack said, not wishing to reveal the identity of his psychic treasure hunter.
"Sure." Margola said, clearly not believing Jack. "Why don't you come over here for a chat and some rum? Bring your little friend." Margola indicated Lily, who was trying to remain anonymous on the deck.
A plank was thrown between the two ships and Jack safely guided Lily over to Margola.
Margola extended her hands and pulled Lily aboard her ship. "Welcome to the Winsome Widow."
Margola then turned and embraced Jack in a hug that lasted entirely too long in Lily's opinion. She couldn't see them, but Lily could imagine the looks that they were giving each other. From the emotions she was getting off of the pair, she could tell that they definitely had a history. Quite a hot and heavy history at that. When they separated, Jack made introductions.
"Margola Antonia, meet Lily Rose." The two women managed to shake hands, after Margola discovered that Lily was blind and therefore could not see the hand that Margola had extended to her. Margola gave Lily a long measuring glance.
"She's a bit young for you, isn't she Sparrow?" Margola jibed at Jack.
Jack did not answer. Instead he turned to the crews of both the Pearl and the Widow. "My fellow pirates, eat, drink and be merry this night!" Neither crew needed further provocation. Men and women crossed over the planks and intermingled. Some spilled down to dance on the piles and piles of gold and treasure. Jack wondered how long it would take to develop into a veritable orgy of wine, gold and sin. Knowing his crew, not long. . . not long at all.
Margola laced her arm through Lily's and led the pair back into her private quarters.
**
Lily had been steered into a seat in Margola's room. It smelled like expensive perfume and rum. The three had spent an hour making small talk. Mostly it was Jack and Margola catching up, throwing around names of old "associates." Lily felt herself getting bored. Jack noticed.
"Why don't you go outside and have some fun at the party, love?" Jack said. He helped Lily out of her chair and sent her out the door. She mingled at the party, met some interesting lady pirates. She discovered that the Winsome Widow consisted mostly of widows, young and old alike, who had no money or nowhere else to go. The crew was tight knit. It felt like a homey place. Lily felt jealous of Margola for the billionth time that night.
While mingling, Lily hadn't strayed far from Margola's room. Jack was still inside. He hadn't come out. Lily was not naïve. They had been in there alone for the better part of an hour. She didn't have to be a psychic to know what was going on. Feelings of jealousy bubbled under Lily's cool exterior.
Suddenly the door opened and Lily heard Jack walk out. Lily had every intention of addressing this issue with Jack immediately.
"Jack." Lily said it in the tone that all males recognize and fear.
"Yes, love?" Jack wondered what he had done.
"What went on in there?" Lily's tone had not changed.
"Margola told me an interesting piece of news about your friend Volais." Jack watched as Lily stiffened her shoulders.
"What sort of news?" Lily was almost afraid to ask.
"Volais had a brother. His name was Barbosa." Lily's breath stopped in her throat. She knew who Barbosa was. Jack had told her the whole story. Barbosa was dead. Volais would be coming after Jack for revenge on his brother's life. The White Oyster had nothing to do with it.
"Oh. Is that all that you talked about? I mean did you two . . ." Lily didn't know how to finish that sentence. How does one inquire about these sorts of things anyway?
"Did we make love?" Jack asked with a tone of surprise in his voice.
"Uh yeah." Lily said.
"Well I don't see how that is relevant, love." Jack was starting to catch on to Lily's feelings of jealousy.
"I thought we . if you can't . never mind, Jack! I don't want to know what your problem is." Lily stammered.
Jack was blown away by Lily's sudden outburst. "Right love, I'm the one with the problem? Maybe you should ask yourself why you care so much who I do or do not sleep with. Hmm?" Jack wheeled around and crossed back over to the Pearl.
Lily felt her face turn a wicked shade of scarlet. Why was she behaving in such a foolish manner? She was not a child, and neither was she Jack Sparrow's woman. His comings and goings should not be of her concern. If he should choose to dally with one of his former lovers, then it should not weigh so heavily upon her heart. But God, it did! She felt certain that the vision was correct. Jack and Margola had made love, and were most probably in love. Passion like the kind of her vision could not be faked. Lily felt like she and Jack had become suddenly . . . strangers.
Margola had witnessed the scene from the doorway to her room. It seemed some things needed to be cleared up.
"You're in love with him." Margola said it plainly. A statement and not a question.
Lily's response was a whisper, "That would be foolish of me."
"Eh. Le Coeur a c'est raisons, n'est-ce pas?" Margola turned into her room and called to Lily, "Come in for a minute."
The heart has its reasons. How true. Lily reluctantly went into Margola's room.
"Listen, I know that you think something went on here between me and Jack. I can't say that I didn't try, but he wasn't interested. What we had was a long time ago. He's moved on." Margola stopped and sized up Lily. "That dress. You've probably been wearing it for a few days. I have some old things that you can have. I never wear dresses anymore."
Margola turned to her closet and grabbed a random dress from within. It was red and the bodice was threaded with gold. Margola took off Lily's blue dress and corset. She found a new corset and started lacing Lily up in it.
"Why are you doing this for me?" Lily asked.
"I like Jack. I want him to be happy. You make him happy, so I want to help you." Margola laughed. She finished pulling the corset tight and slipped the dress over Lily's head. She straightened the red velvet skirts around Lily.
"Now for the hair." Margola ran a shell comb through Lily's strands and cleared it of knots.
"OK, now a little bit of my secret weapon. No man can resist." Margola sprayed a small amount of expensive French perfume on Lily's breasts and neck.
"Go get him. And don't take no for an answer." Margola started to shove Lily out the door.
"Wait. I have a question. I've never . . . um . . ." Lily once again found herself in the awkward position of having to inquire about delicate subject matter.
"You've never made love to a man." Margola smiled. "Well don't worry sweetheart. Jack Sparrow excels at two things: one of them is being a pirate, the other is making love. He'll treat you like a goddess. Look, it's going to hurt. But you'll forget about the pain. Trust me." Without further ado, Margola sent Lily off to the Black Pearl.
**
Lily's courage had abounded. She needed this chance to make things right with Jack. She had misjudged him and behaved wrongly. Smoothing her hands along her newly borrowed velvet dress, Lily felt stronger somehow. Soon all would be forgiven. Soon she would be making . . . well, best not to think of that yet. She carefully counted the steps to Jack's room aboard the Black Pearl. She knocked softly on the door.
"Jack? Jack, it's me, Lily." Five seconds passed, ten, twenty.
There was no answer. Lily's heart sank. Jack was probably dead drunk by now, or ignoring her, or both. She turned very slowly and started to walk away. Tears had gathered in her eyes and threatened to fall at any given second. She would not cry! She would not cry over someone like Jack Sparrow! Ah but dear reader, she did. The not-so-silent tears prevented Lily from hearing Jack open the door to his room.
Jack was instantly moved by the sight of Lily's breakdown outside his door. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and protect her forever. Such a vulnerable and innocent creature should not be left to fend for herself in the world.
Jack stepped outside his door and did just what he intended. He encircled Lily in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips.
She had not been expecting it, and that made it all the sweeter. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined. He was not drunk, he was not angry with her. He wanted her. This knowledge made her weak in the knees.
"Come inside. Stay the night with me." Jack's offer was given in a husky voice, overflowing with desire.
Lily's answer was to push Jack through his door and follow him in. Jack shut and locked the door while Lily stood patiently in the room. He stepped over to her and they stood, bodies pressed up against one another for a few minutes. Both of them were breathing hard. Finally Lily spoke.
"Close your eyes Jack. I want us to have the same experiences." Lily took her hands and ran them over Jack's eyes. They were closed. "See me with your hands." Lily took Jack's hands and placed them on her face.
His hands caressed the skin on her face and lingered on her lips, as she had once done to him. Lily found the experience to be intoxicating. When she felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, she took Jack's hands away from her face and kissed him again. His hands traveled over her body, front and back.
Jack guided Lily to his bed and set her down on it. He studied Lily's dress. "Nice dress. It'll have to go now." Jack pulled the dress up over Lily's head. He slowly began untying the laces at the back of her corset. That too was soon removed. Once Lily's final undergarments were removed, Jack pushed her down onto the bed. He stood up only to remove his own garments.
Jack lay down on top of Lily. He ran his hands over the landscape of her body. Lily was shaking gently. Jack's hands kneaded Lily's breasts gently. This was the first time a man had ever touched her like this. It scared Lily. She whimpered out loud before she could stop herself.
"Shhhhh. It's alright love. I won't hurt you." Jack proceeded in his examination of Lily's body. Lily soon found herself reacting favorably to the attention that Jack was paying to her. Her hands wandered over his back, tracing his muscles. Suddenly she knew that her vision had been real. As their legs entwined on the sheets Lily smiled.
The sounds that Lily was making now were sounds of pleasure. Lily did not really know what she was doing. She had never had anyone to discuss these things with. Her mother had never told her about the mysteries of womanhood. She didn't really know what was going to come next, but she had an idea. Margola had told her that it was going to hurt.
Jack gently inserted a finger into Lily and she gasped from the feeling. The motion of his finger going in and out was enough to drive Lily to the brink of insanity. She found herself wanting more. She cried out Jack's name. He removed his fingers and straddled Lily.
Jack hovered above Lily, preparing to enter her for the first time. Lily was shaking from fear and anticipation. Her mind was reeling, unable to grasp hold of one thought. Jack asked her a question that she had just asked herself.
"Are you sure you want to do this, love?"
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AN: I know I am EVIL for stopping here, right? I'm not sure yet if they should continue or if I should have her say no and have it happen later. What do y'all think? I feel kind of out of my arena when describing sex. I dunno if I did a good job or not.