The Rosewood Cove :: Part 2
SilvanCleo
(NC-17)
Disclaimer: This is based on Pirates of the Caribbean promos I've seen only, so some things would be different from the movie obviously. I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow or Will Turner but the rest of the characters are mine.
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Will glanced over at her as she lie nearly breathless at his side. With her eyes now closed, no longer mesmerizing in their dark glare, he was able to watch the ragged rise and fall of her chest. She had the most beautiful breasts, he thought to himself, desiring nothing else but to hold them in his hands, to taste and tease the warm, supple curves, eliciting a whimper from her reddened lips and an electrified shudder from the rest of her body.
As much as she thought she could dominate him, she still had been incredibly responsive. The skin of her smooth thighs had trembled under his touch, anticipating her body's submission into the waves of gripping orgasm she suffered helplessly against, simply because of his caressing fingertips.
Beth linked a finger around one of his a moment ago, and he wondered why, considering how little they knew each other. But because she'd allowed him such a provocative diversion for the last several hours, he decided to allow it.
"Are you hungry?" he asked standing up to get dressed.
"No, not really," she replied pulling the blanket over herself now that the chill of the room had an effect again.
"Even so," he continued, slipping into a shirt after his pants, "you'll really need to try to eat something. No good to get sick on these long excursions. I'll bring you back something later."
Still fascinated by the fluid movement of his long body, she sat up and observed him quietly. She could not help but sigh a bit despondently seeing the well-defined muscles disappear under his clothes. Stepping towards her, he bent slightly and placed his hands on the bed so he could look into her eyes.
"I need you to stay here until I can talk to the captain."
She nodded in agreement. "What am I supposed to do here though? I assume there isn't a possibility of a hot bubble bath on this thing is there."
"No, no there isn't," he chuckled before standing up straight again. "You stay, I'll be back," he repeated again before he disappeared out the small door, shutting it behind him.
Glancing at the floor near the dark green upholstered chair, she wondered which clothes she should put on. It would be difficult to wear the dress considering how tight fitting the bodice was supposed to be, and she wasn't about to try the corset again.
It seemed to have worked to her advantage when her hot body was driven by the throbbing at her side in addition to the ache between her legs. Having her body already sensitized, it needed to be pushed just over the edge of pain into the healing swell of euphoria.
But now that her skin was beginning to cool, and he was no longer there to take her mind off of it, the deep cut really began to sting again. With the dark grey blanket still cocooned completely around her, she pulled an edge over her head like a hood, and snuggled down into it for warmth. Still, the chilled air from the above deck swept down the stairs, seeping into all of the cabins below making her shake uncontrollably both from the ache and the cold.
Knowing she'd have to stop this soon or else the wound would bleed profusely again, she thought of the only thing that had brought some small amount of relief earlier. Holding the blanket closed with one hand, she slid her hand down between her legs. Rubbing circles around her clit and then making long strokes, she could feel the wetness on her fingertips, sliding down between her fingers. Still somewhat shaky, she tried to remember what he had done, so plunged a middle finger deep into the center of her wetness, making her cry out and lay back. Her breathing began to quicken again, then thinking of Will's amazing tongue slipping inside of her, flicking over her clit. She purred thinking of his strong hand massaging her breast gently, until he got to the tip which he would lick. Releasing the blanket, her own injured hand flew to her breast as the other stroked hard against the current.
"Will..." she moaned arching up, rocking her hips back, feeling how close she was to coming. "Yes... Will."
"So you're sure this girl said she knows me?" Captain Jack asked, leading the way down the steps.
"That's what she said," answered Will walking behind him, now with his shoulder length hair tied back.
As they came to the first mate's door, Jack turned and his eyes became wide. "I don't remember talkin' to nobody, save the little girl at the farm the other day. But I can't imagine her comin' all this way..."
Beth felt her muscles tightening fiercely, as she then just barely stroked with her fingertips. In the sudden release overtaking her whole body she cried out again, "Oh... Will!"
In that second, the door was kicked in and both men leapt into the room with their swords drawn. They froze seeing the look of ecstasy across her radiant features. She was, apparently, totally lost in the passionate fantasy that consumed her.
Being the first one to breathe again, Will turned blocking the Captain's view and placed his hand against his chest.
"You, get out," Will told him making a "leave" motion with the back of his hand.
"But no, but I..." Jack protested with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. He tried to peek around Will but instead got pushed right out the door and slammed it in his face.
Jack's voice could be heard from the opposite side of the door calling out, "So you're not even going to introduce us?"
By the time Will turned towards her again, she had the blanket half draped over her body and both hands covering her face. Coming back across the room, he sat on the edge of the bed and noticed she was still shaking.
"Beth..." he called out, wrapping his long fingers around her wrist but she refused to let him take it away. "We thought you were in trouble."
"It's not that."
"Beth," he said her name gently again and this time she allowed her face to be seen. "What is it, what's wrong?"
Cold tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. She tried to collect her thoughts, pressing her palm against her forehead. "It just... I hurt and I... oh... and then you came in. And I'm so bloody embarrassed!" she sobbed, and then covered her face again.
"Oh I see," he replied, allowing a smile that she would not see, but trying desperately to stifle laughing. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was really a beautiful thing I just witnessed there."
"Oh?" she said hopefully, looking up at him then through glossy eyes.
"Yes," he smiled, flashing perfect white teeth at her, "I just wished I could have been here to help."
"Really?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, really," he laughed lightly, before taking the middle finger of her uninjured hand into his mouth. He slid her finger over his tongue as he pulled it out slowly, and she closed her eyes and shuddered. She tasted herself when he leaned in and kissed her deeply making her moan against his lips. She could feel she was being lifted just slightly off the bed towards him.
She sighed when they parted. "I'm never like this."
"Maybe it's time you started. You're good at it."
"Thank you," she blushed a little.
Having her move over a bit, he laid on his side next to her, and languidly stroked her cheek, her lips, pushed her hair back. She had nothing left to say, but just continued to watch him watching her with this warm smile in his eyes.
"It really is quite flattering," he said stroking her neck.
"Oh, we're back to that again," she said sounding half annoyed. He laughed lightly and she rolled in towards him, placing her forehead against his chest. He stroked her back over the blanket and suddenly realized how much he loved feeling her warm body pressed against his. It was somehow comforting to think that she might actually trust him, if even a bit.