A/N- I know, I know . . . short chapter! But this is my second chapter in the same day! So cut me some slack . . . pwease? . . . I wuv you . . .
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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Jack saw her staring at his belts so intently. He then saw her lean back and close her eyes. Jack grinned and decided this was as good a time as any to pick up where they had stopped. He no longer desired to know why. Jack moved his body up against hers, and pressed his lips over Roxanne's, sliding his tongue slowly past her supple lips. Well he thought they were. It took Roxanne a moment into his kiss to realize what was happening. She felt her lips working as if in muscle memory. Without her brain giving permission, she was kissing back into Captain Jack Sparrow. She brought her hands up to his chest and held them there, absent-mindedly feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat, before pushing off of him. Jack could have kept her from breaking the kiss, had he desired so, but he was curious to her reaction. She stood a moment, shaking her head, "N-no Jack . . ."
He ran a finger down along her neck, "No wha' luv?"
She slapped his hand away, "Just no!"
"Ye seemed righ' eager back in yer room . . ." Jack wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and ran the other along her hair.
"I didn't say you could touch my hair!" Roxanne hissed at him and drug her hand across his cheek.
She was a bit too forceful, so her nails pulled at his skin, leaving light white rips in his tanned skin, turning slowly red. Jack let go of her waist and brought his hand up to his face. Roxanne slid back against the door as hard as she could.
*Oh god, what is he going to do now? He nearly snapped my arm off the last time I tried to hit him . . . oh Jack, I didn't mean it, please know I didn't mean it . . .*
Jack brought his fingers against the raw slits of skin on he cheek. He glared down at her, all of the playfulness lost in his now cold eyes, "Yer clothes are unda' th' bed, I'd say, git changed, not many o' th' men on th' ship will 'esitate from tryin' to rip off yer dress . . ."
Roxanne slid past him and knelt down to retrieve her clothes. She turned back to thank him, but the door just closed behind him. She sat on the floor, brooding over what just happened.
*How dare he think that he could just kiss me like that! I'm not a plaything of his! Bloody pirates!*
She pulled the bag up onto the bed, and sat down, pulling out a white shirt, dirty pants; she couldn't remember if they had originally been black or brown, and a pair of lace up black boots. Roxanne was about to reach for the lacing on her dress, when she stood up and walked over to the window on the door. She stared out of it, and reached down for the knob, locking the door. Roxanne then grabbed her clothing and moved over to the wardrobe. She opened one of the doors so it would block the window. She slid her fingers to the back of the dress and untied the laces, letting the dress drop to her feet. She pulled the pants up over her legs and hips, and fastened it tightly. Roxanne slipped the shirt over her shoulders, and slid her arms into the sleeves, buttoning it up quickly. She picked up the dress and folded it carefully, and then closing the wardrobe door, she walked back over to the bed. Roxanne sat down next to her bag and began tying up her boots. After making sure they were tight enough, she and shoved one hand into her bag, rummaging around in the bottom. She pulled out her scarf and a leather lace. Roxanne then dug a bit deeper, and pulled out the two boxes. First she pulled out her brush, and ran it through her hair. She began braiding it tightly, as to keep it out of her face. Roxanne tied it securely at the bottom with the lace, and tied the scarf around her head. She looked over in the mirror,
*Not too bad, I'll do just fine in this.*
Roxanne opened the second box and pulled her pistol out of the holster. She opened the barrel and began placing bullets in the empty slots. She deposited the gun back next to her hip, and put both boxes back in the bag. Roxanne stood up, and pulled her jacket up off the floor, dusting it off a bit. She slid it on and picked her hat up next, and headed for the door.