Okay guys (sorry I'm a day late, I had to spend yesterday at the hospital, my grandfather had surgery) However, just like I promised- 'the Talk' and then MUSH!
Chapter 12
"Alright," Jack began, closing his cabin door behind them and gesturing for her to sit down on the bed. "Let's talk."
Gin paced for a few moments, fidgeting nervously, and then eventually did lower herself onto the bed. Sighing, she lifted her gaze. "I didn't plan on you Jack," she started, picking absently at the fraying cloth on the blanket. "And I usually do…plan things. Everything actually," she gave an ironical laugh. "And I am sick of it, which is probably one of the reasons I'm so drawn to you. Unpredictability. There I was, perfectly happy in my nice, structured life, and along you come, turning it upside down."
He stepped towards the bed and kneeled in front of her. "Perfectly happy?" he repeated skeptically.
"Alright, maybe not perfectly," she conceded, refusing to look him in the eye. "But…fine. Satisfied. To an extent at least. I wouldn't have noticed anything missing from my life or my relationship with Richard had you not shown me. And now…" she trailed off. "Now, there's no way I can go back. Not now, after you. And there's no way I can stay here with you."
"Why not?" he broke in suddenly, hooking an index finger under her chin and lifting it. "Why can't you stay here?"
She shook her head, barely keeping her tears at bay. "I can't do that, Jack, I can't do that to my family; please don't ask me to."
He glanced down at her hands in her lap and covered them with one of his own. "So if you can't go back…and, um…you can't stay…" He looked back up at her. "What can you do?"
"God," She lifted her hands from his grasp and covered her face with them, running her fingers up into her hair, "I never should have let this get so far." She sniffled and looked at him. "Jack, we're not accomplishing anything. A decision has to be made here."
"Agreed," he said. "But it's not mine to make." She nodded, turning her eyes to the expansive window, mainly to avoid his. "Look…we tried ending this and it didn't work," he pointed out.
"You're right," she granted, turning her head back to him. She paused, letting the silence prevail for a moment. "So maybe things will be easier after I return to England."
Jack rocked back on his heels, almost as if he was taken aback by that. So that was it then. He rose to his feet and left, leaving her sitting there on his bed.
When she heard the door slam, she broke into silent sobs, finally allowing the tears to flow freely. Curling up into a tight ball, she laid back and cried herself to sleep.
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"Jack," Gibbs greeted him later that evening when the captain had finally wandered back up on deck. He looked him over carefully, taking into account the bottle of rum set firmly in the younger man's right hand. Choosing to ignore this, as it was generally common practice, he gestured toward the waters behind The Black Pearl. "There be that ship I was tellin' ye about. She's gettin' closer."
Jack, though slightly inebriated, was accustomed to commanding while in such a state and glanced back in the direction Gibbs had indicated. "Head for that uncharted island we've stopped by a few times," he ordered. "We shouldn't be too far away from it. Dock in that small bay it has and we'll stay there for a while. If they follow us there too, we'll deal with 'em."
"Aye, Cap'n," Gibbs agreed, striding off to find Anamaria and bring her to the wheel. Jack, choosing to try sleeping through the hangover he was sure to have in the morning, swaggered back toward his cabin.
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Finding her there, lying in his bed had almost been too much. To stare at the one thing he wanted more than anything and couldn't have again had come close to making him break down completely, right then and there.
Gin slept soundly, oblivious to his presence, her face streaked with dried tears. He lowered himself onto the side of the bed, careful not to move the mattress too much for fear of waking her. If she woke, she would leave, and there was no way he could handle that right now.
He shifted until he was lying beside her and began gently stroking her hair, admiring her delicate features. What was wrong with him? This girl was no different from the many others he had bedded in anything but station. And yet he couldn't stop thinking about the night before, the way she had tasted, the way her hair had smelled, how wonderful she had felt moving beneath him.
Gin blinked a few times and opened her eyes. He was considering getting back up and letting her go, like he was sure she intended to when she spoke. "I love you too, you know," she whispered, covering the hand he had resting on her face with her own.
Unable to resist anymore, Jack pulled her closer and pressed his lips hungrily, almost desperately against hers. He was incredibly pleased when she didn't push him away, but simply deepened the kiss as eagerly as he had begun it.
His hands found their way to the fasteners of her old dress and managed to slip inside before she pulled back, stopping them both. "Jack, wait…we…" she said, breathing hard, "we can't." His hands didn't leave her exposed back and he pulled her against him seductively, his lips moving to her neck. "Jack…" she trailed off, unwilling to protest any longer, savoring the feel of his mouth on her skin. Never had she felt anything close to this with Richard. Not that his kisses had ever been anything other than chaste. But Jack was so…different. So passionate…intoxicating even. She couldn't have pulled away if she had wanted to.
Giving in, she tugged at his shirt until he pulled away enough for her to be able to lift it over his head. His lips immediately found hers again and he rolled until he lay on top of her, impatiently slipping her dress off her shoulders.
"Yer sure about this?" he asked breathlessly in between kisses. She paused in order to be able to look at him. She was absolutely certain she wanted him to make love to her. Whether or not they should was another matter entirely.
She fingered one of his beaded braids, staring up into those chocolate, and, for once completely unguarded brown eyes. And she knew right then that she couldn't leave. Not now, not ever. She loved him too goddamn much. There was no way she could leave him behind and marry Richard knowing what love really felt like. She would suffocate.
She brought her lips back to his. "I'm sure."
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Awww! You find out who the 'mysterious ship' is next post, heehee, love keepin' you guys in suspense! (you can guess, but I won't tell you who till Chapter 13 ;) lol, how fitting, 13…hehe :) )
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