Author's Notes: Thank you so much to my readers and reviewers! (raises
hand along with the rest of them) Some of you guys are really dirty, haha,
and I find it to be very humorous. As always, this chapter is to all of
you who read and comment. You all get a free sea turtle and you can name
it whatever you want as long as it isn't dirty or deals with cuss words.
Savvy?
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I perched my hands on my hips, waiting for an answer. He stepped up to me, his boots clunking against the floor, and his face was inches from my own. I was a tall woman, but I still had to tilt my head up a bit in order to look into his eyes. He watched as my fingers ran under the waistband of my breeches again and his callused, rough fingers settled over my hands, stopping them in mid-movement.
"Are ye sure, luv?" he said huskily, "I can always get Elizabeth to come help yeh."
"Ye know I trust ye more than Elizabeth," I said matter-of-factly, my fingers running over his own.
I felt him shiver a little and he paused before saying, "Are ye sure?"
"Yes."
NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE NEXT CHAPTER: EYE CONTACT.
ENJOY!
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Jack's eyes darkened and my breathing quickened as I watched his eyes slide suggestively over my figure again. I grew hesitant and a bit panicked so I whispered, "Turn around."
Sparrow raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.
I slid the fabric off of my body and stood there nude for a moment, watching Jack still stand there, his hands clasped behind his back, not peeking. He was being incredibly patient, which was unlike him.
I closed my eyes and took in the scent of him, for it wafted throughout the room. It smelled like the salty sea, earthly scents, hard earned sweat, and a certain roguishly male essence. I snapped out of it and dipped my toe into the water. It was warm because the air was warm, and it felt good to the touch. I slid in, the water rippling around me. I curled up into a ball, half because the basin wasn't that big and I wasn't ready for Sparrow to catch a view of my, ahem, assets.
My legs were bent and I rested my arms around my knees, then rested my head on top of them, by back arched.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
"Are ye ready, luv?" Sparrow asked gently, still standing still.
"Yes," I replied softly, and he turned around in that drunken way of his, about to walk forward but stopped abruptly when he caught sight of me. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it.
I cast him a little half smile and he grinned in return, then went to his shelves, rummaging through them until he found some clean linens and cloths. He grabbed one and made his way towards me. My grey eyes followed his every movement, a bit weary. I hadn't let a man get this close in a long time.
Jack got down on his knees next to me and dipped the cloth into the water and I felt him place it gently onto my back, then began to wash away the dirt and grime on my wounds. My eyelids fluttered shut and I rested my head more solidly on my arms, enjoying the feeling of his soft touch.
"Am I hurtin' ye, Terrence?" he asked.
"Hardly," I murmured, still in a daze, under the spell of his caresses.
I heard him swallow hard and he dipped the cloth into the water again, finishing with my back and moving to my side, where Shadows's cutlass had swiped me.
"I appreciate yeh standin' up for me today, luv," he said slowly.
"No problem. Just buy me a rum next time we head to Tortuga, 'ey?" I said with a smile, my eyes closed.
"You and rum aren't a good combination," he pointed out, the cloth running up my spine now, causing me to shiver.
"Cold, luv?" he asked.
"Hardly," I repeated, my eyes opening and I turned my head to stare at him. Captain Sparrow was a few inches away from me, staring back with an intense gaze. He reached out a hand and his fingers slid my black curly locks aside so my tanned freckled shoulder was bared.
He leaned in and I closed my eyes right as his smooth, delicious lips met mine in one tender, long kiss. When he broke away he lowered his head and his lips lightly grazed my shoulder, then he placed the washcloth on the side of the basin and said huskily while standing up, "Yer back's done, luv. I'll leave ye to it, then, and I'll return soon to help bind yer wounds." Jack walked straight out of his quarters, shutting the door solidly behind him, leaving me to stare at the door in bewilderment.
I calmed my unsettled nerves and began to scrub my skin, especially my shoulder, which still tingled from the touch of Sparrow. I washed my hair and ran my fingers through it, taming the curls and working out the knots. Finally, I stepped out of the basin, forming small puddles on the floor. I felt like a whole new person now that the dirt and grime had been washed away, and I felt fresher, more alive. Back to my old self, I'd say, now that I was slowly forgetting what had happened earlier that day and those many hellish days before.
I looked around for clothes, but Elizabeth had taken mine to be washed. My eyes settled on Jack's long brown coat, which was lying on his bedspread. I walked over and picked it up, immediately sliding it over my body. It smelled of Sparrow, which calmed me.
There was a knock on the door and I hugged the coat to my body, keeping it from billowing open.
Elizabeth walked through with some bandaging and cloth, as well as a needle and thread. She raised her eyebrows when she caught sight of me standing there by my lonesome, only wearing Jack's coat, and asked suspiciously while examining the room, "Are you ready for me to stitch you up? Or were you waiting for Sparrow to return?"
My cheeks grew scarlet and I said roughly, "Of course you can stitch me up now! Why would I wait for Sparrow? Who do you think I am, anyway? I can manage fine without that stupid blighter."
Elizabeth just smiled a knowing smile and sat down on the bed, organizing her tools.
"Never seen Sparrow in such a tiff before," she murmured, making small talk as she threaded the needle.
"What do ye mean?" I questioned, eyeing her closely.
"Will and I were talking, and he stormed out of the cabin and shut the door, then eyed it for a minute or two, like he wasn't sure about something. Never seen Sparrow in such a mental dilemma before."
I hid a smile as she continued, "And we asked what was wrong and he just mumbled this incoherent sentence and walked up to the helm, just staring off at the waves, gripping the wood like he was holding on for dear life."
The needle pierced my skin and I tensed, but relaxed as I watched her work with quiet and wonderful precision.
"I am so glad we all made it out of this alive," she said, studying my arm as she weaved the thread in and out.
"Ye have no idea how lucky we are," I replied quietly, still keeping one hand settled over the front of the coat and the other kept the baggy sleeve up as she worked diligently.
Finally she snipped the thread and commented, "All finished! That sure went fast. Usually when I have to stitch up Sparrow after a brawl or something of that sort he managed to get himself into, he complains and causes a ruckus."
"Sparrow was just looking for attention from a pretty woman," I said with a smile, moving my arm around, happy with the results of her needlework.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow has quite a weak spot for women," Elizabeth said started preparing the bandages. Elizabeth added, "And you are going to figure that out mighty quick." She winked and my mouth hung open.
At that moment Jack Sparrow came bumbling through the doorframe, casting a curious look towards Elizabeth, who was grinning like a madwoman.
"What are ye doin', Elizabeth?" Jack asked and his glance strayed to me, his kohl rimmed eyes taking me in as I sat there, wearing his coat.
"Just preparing to bandage her up, Captain Sparrow," she said matter- of-factly, "She has already gotten her stitches."
"Good. Well then, how about I finish up here, Elizabeth? Wouldn't want to keep dear William waiting, hmm?" he murmured, not bothering to look at Elizabeth, but still examined me. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
"I guess not," Elizabeth said, hiding a wicked smile, "I'll leave you to it then." Elizabeth stood in the doorframe and said pleasantly, "But Jack? Don't be too rough on the lass." She shut the door firmly behind her.
He stared at the door, shaking his head to himself, then his eyes cut to mine.
"What about you, luv?" he said suddenly.
"What about what?" I asked.
"Do ye like it rough?" he said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the coat tighter around my body, causing him to grin even wider, flashing his gold teeth.
He walked confidently over to the bed and sat down next to me, and I watched as he took my hand and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the gunshot wound, now clad with neat little stitches. He took some of the bandaging cloth and began wrapping it around my arm slowly, his rough, warm fingers wreaking havoc on my body.
Sparrow tied it gently and then said, "Let's see the one on yer side, eh?"
"Are yeh mad?" I asked, "I'll bandage that one meself, thank ye very much."
Sparrow laughed a low melodic laugh as I got up and walked across the room, the coat swishing with my movements. I stared out the window for a couple of moments, watching the moon, and then my eyes cut back to him.
"Are ye still here?" I asked in exasperation.
"Looks like it, luv," Captain Sparrow said and sat up, stretching lazily, "After all, it is me cabin, so I can come and go as I please."
I licked my chapped lips and he grew alert instantly, watching the movement with dark fascination.
"Ah............." I murmured with a smile, "I seem to shut ye up pretty quick."
And I laughed softly.
"What's so funny, luv?" he asked, eyes like molten chocolate watching my every movement.
"That predatory glance ye always give me. It used to be because ye wanted to throw me overboard or shoot me, but now.............." I shrugged helplessly, "I see where this is goin'."
"Do ye like what lies in the future then, Terrence?" he questioned huskily.
"Well nothin' seems to be happenin' now, does it?" I pointed out.
With a few long strides he was standing right in front of me, and placed a couple fingers on his chin, stroking his goatee in thought.
"Well, as this situation keeps getting more interestin' by the minute, I have one question to ask ye, and ye have to pick one or the other," he murmured and then reached out and placed those fingers under my chin.
"Yes, or no?" Captain Jack Sparrow asked me.
I smiled and reached for those fingers that were cupping my chin, kissed them softly once, then let the coat fall to the floor.
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Mmmmmmmmm, what a wonderful dream.............. those skilled fingers, bodies melding together, sweet kisses, harsh groaning....................at least I thought it had been a dream until I felt the weight of the bed shift next to me.
What the hell?
My eyes snapped open and I lifted the sheets to find a tanned, muscled arm wrapped around my curvy hips possessively. Then I turned slowly in bed, enjoying the luxurious feel of clean white linens surrounding me, and came face to face with a sleeping Jack Sparrow.
It was reality, and I was really sleeping next to the man I loved. His tanned chest showed, and he was smiling even in his dreams. His kohl had been rubbed off of his eyes throughout the night, and his hair was fanned around him, his trinkets lying peacefully against the pillow. His bandanna was gone. I looked over the edge of the bed to find his clothes thrown about, and almost laughed when I found his breeches hanging from a lamplight on the wall.
I laid back down, watching him breathe gently, and reality set in quickly just as the soreness was. I had let the sweet talking, mysterious Captain Jack Sparrow bed me. Would things change drastically?
I swore to myself that on pain of death, I would not let him have a hold over me because of last night. I would still kick his ass if he pushed me too far.
And what a lovely ass he had, too.
I grinned mischievously and I heard a sleepy voice say, "And what are ye so 'appy about, luv?"
I turned to face him, finding his chocolate brown eyes studying me, a smile on his face.
"Oh nothin', Jack. Just havin' wicked thoughts."
"Do they have to do with me? Because if they do, then I'm up for it," he suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, I was thinkin' about Barbossa. Handsome devil!" I joked, which caused him to grab me and place me flush against his body.
"Now that is what I'd call a fat lie, Terrence. Ye know what amazes me?"
"Hmmm?" I asked, my fingers running over his trinkets.
"What amazes me is that I didn't have to get ye drunk in order to have me way with you."
"Now I beg to differ. Whose way was who having?" I asked, laughing.
"I think it worked both ways, luv," he said and smacked my bottom playfully.
"Do that one more time and I'll have to beat you in swords again," I commented, eyeing him evilly.
Jack grinned, still with that sleepy daze on his face, and kissed my earlobe before getting out of bed and picking up his scattered clothes.
"Where the hell's me breeches?" he questioned, looking around wildly.
"On the lamplight," I pointed out.
"How the hell did it get up there?" Jack asked and grabbed them, pulling them on with ease. My eyes followed him without shame.
"Like what ye see, luv?" he said in a frisky tone of voice, eyeing me.
"Ah, the view's not that bad," I replied with a yawn, stretching lithely, "But it could be better."
"That was a direct hit to me dignity," he said with mock hurt, "That wasn't very nice," and pulled on his hat.
"What are ye going to do about it, then?" I asked smugly.
He bent down and said, "You hellcat. Perhaps throw ye out to Davy Jones' wearing nothin' but me bedsheets." Jack tipped his hat at me and said, "I must be goin', luv. The Black Pearl waits for no one."
"I'll be out in a minute," I said with a wink.
"This changes nothing, you know," he said suddenly, turning sober.
I nodded slowly, sitting up and holding the sheets to myself, replying gently, "I know, Captain."
He stared at me for a moment, then slipped out of the room, shutting the door solidly behind him.
Jack was right.
And I would have to square with that someday.
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Whoo! So many emotions! Please review and tell me what you think. I hope I portrayed their feelings right, and I'm sorry there was no slashy goodness, but that just isn't my thing. I'll just let your imaginations run wild, savvy? (as bad as that sounds) Begone, evil thoughts, begone!
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I perched my hands on my hips, waiting for an answer. He stepped up to me, his boots clunking against the floor, and his face was inches from my own. I was a tall woman, but I still had to tilt my head up a bit in order to look into his eyes. He watched as my fingers ran under the waistband of my breeches again and his callused, rough fingers settled over my hands, stopping them in mid-movement.
"Are ye sure, luv?" he said huskily, "I can always get Elizabeth to come help yeh."
"Ye know I trust ye more than Elizabeth," I said matter-of-factly, my fingers running over his own.
I felt him shiver a little and he paused before saying, "Are ye sure?"
"Yes."
NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE NEXT CHAPTER: EYE CONTACT.
ENJOY!
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Jack's eyes darkened and my breathing quickened as I watched his eyes slide suggestively over my figure again. I grew hesitant and a bit panicked so I whispered, "Turn around."
Sparrow raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told.
I slid the fabric off of my body and stood there nude for a moment, watching Jack still stand there, his hands clasped behind his back, not peeking. He was being incredibly patient, which was unlike him.
I closed my eyes and took in the scent of him, for it wafted throughout the room. It smelled like the salty sea, earthly scents, hard earned sweat, and a certain roguishly male essence. I snapped out of it and dipped my toe into the water. It was warm because the air was warm, and it felt good to the touch. I slid in, the water rippling around me. I curled up into a ball, half because the basin wasn't that big and I wasn't ready for Sparrow to catch a view of my, ahem, assets.
My legs were bent and I rested my arms around my knees, then rested my head on top of them, by back arched.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
"Are ye ready, luv?" Sparrow asked gently, still standing still.
"Yes," I replied softly, and he turned around in that drunken way of his, about to walk forward but stopped abruptly when he caught sight of me. He opened his mouth to speak but shut it.
I cast him a little half smile and he grinned in return, then went to his shelves, rummaging through them until he found some clean linens and cloths. He grabbed one and made his way towards me. My grey eyes followed his every movement, a bit weary. I hadn't let a man get this close in a long time.
Jack got down on his knees next to me and dipped the cloth into the water and I felt him place it gently onto my back, then began to wash away the dirt and grime on my wounds. My eyelids fluttered shut and I rested my head more solidly on my arms, enjoying the feeling of his soft touch.
"Am I hurtin' ye, Terrence?" he asked.
"Hardly," I murmured, still in a daze, under the spell of his caresses.
I heard him swallow hard and he dipped the cloth into the water again, finishing with my back and moving to my side, where Shadows's cutlass had swiped me.
"I appreciate yeh standin' up for me today, luv," he said slowly.
"No problem. Just buy me a rum next time we head to Tortuga, 'ey?" I said with a smile, my eyes closed.
"You and rum aren't a good combination," he pointed out, the cloth running up my spine now, causing me to shiver.
"Cold, luv?" he asked.
"Hardly," I repeated, my eyes opening and I turned my head to stare at him. Captain Sparrow was a few inches away from me, staring back with an intense gaze. He reached out a hand and his fingers slid my black curly locks aside so my tanned freckled shoulder was bared.
He leaned in and I closed my eyes right as his smooth, delicious lips met mine in one tender, long kiss. When he broke away he lowered his head and his lips lightly grazed my shoulder, then he placed the washcloth on the side of the basin and said huskily while standing up, "Yer back's done, luv. I'll leave ye to it, then, and I'll return soon to help bind yer wounds." Jack walked straight out of his quarters, shutting the door solidly behind him, leaving me to stare at the door in bewilderment.
I calmed my unsettled nerves and began to scrub my skin, especially my shoulder, which still tingled from the touch of Sparrow. I washed my hair and ran my fingers through it, taming the curls and working out the knots. Finally, I stepped out of the basin, forming small puddles on the floor. I felt like a whole new person now that the dirt and grime had been washed away, and I felt fresher, more alive. Back to my old self, I'd say, now that I was slowly forgetting what had happened earlier that day and those many hellish days before.
I looked around for clothes, but Elizabeth had taken mine to be washed. My eyes settled on Jack's long brown coat, which was lying on his bedspread. I walked over and picked it up, immediately sliding it over my body. It smelled of Sparrow, which calmed me.
There was a knock on the door and I hugged the coat to my body, keeping it from billowing open.
Elizabeth walked through with some bandaging and cloth, as well as a needle and thread. She raised her eyebrows when she caught sight of me standing there by my lonesome, only wearing Jack's coat, and asked suspiciously while examining the room, "Are you ready for me to stitch you up? Or were you waiting for Sparrow to return?"
My cheeks grew scarlet and I said roughly, "Of course you can stitch me up now! Why would I wait for Sparrow? Who do you think I am, anyway? I can manage fine without that stupid blighter."
Elizabeth just smiled a knowing smile and sat down on the bed, organizing her tools.
"Never seen Sparrow in such a tiff before," she murmured, making small talk as she threaded the needle.
"What do ye mean?" I questioned, eyeing her closely.
"Will and I were talking, and he stormed out of the cabin and shut the door, then eyed it for a minute or two, like he wasn't sure about something. Never seen Sparrow in such a mental dilemma before."
I hid a smile as she continued, "And we asked what was wrong and he just mumbled this incoherent sentence and walked up to the helm, just staring off at the waves, gripping the wood like he was holding on for dear life."
The needle pierced my skin and I tensed, but relaxed as I watched her work with quiet and wonderful precision.
"I am so glad we all made it out of this alive," she said, studying my arm as she weaved the thread in and out.
"Ye have no idea how lucky we are," I replied quietly, still keeping one hand settled over the front of the coat and the other kept the baggy sleeve up as she worked diligently.
Finally she snipped the thread and commented, "All finished! That sure went fast. Usually when I have to stitch up Sparrow after a brawl or something of that sort he managed to get himself into, he complains and causes a ruckus."
"Sparrow was just looking for attention from a pretty woman," I said with a smile, moving my arm around, happy with the results of her needlework.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow has quite a weak spot for women," Elizabeth said started preparing the bandages. Elizabeth added, "And you are going to figure that out mighty quick." She winked and my mouth hung open.
At that moment Jack Sparrow came bumbling through the doorframe, casting a curious look towards Elizabeth, who was grinning like a madwoman.
"What are ye doin', Elizabeth?" Jack asked and his glance strayed to me, his kohl rimmed eyes taking me in as I sat there, wearing his coat.
"Just preparing to bandage her up, Captain Sparrow," she said matter- of-factly, "She has already gotten her stitches."
"Good. Well then, how about I finish up here, Elizabeth? Wouldn't want to keep dear William waiting, hmm?" he murmured, not bothering to look at Elizabeth, but still examined me. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
"I guess not," Elizabeth said, hiding a wicked smile, "I'll leave you to it then." Elizabeth stood in the doorframe and said pleasantly, "But Jack? Don't be too rough on the lass." She shut the door firmly behind her.
He stared at the door, shaking his head to himself, then his eyes cut to mine.
"What about you, luv?" he said suddenly.
"What about what?" I asked.
"Do ye like it rough?" he said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the coat tighter around my body, causing him to grin even wider, flashing his gold teeth.
He walked confidently over to the bed and sat down next to me, and I watched as he took my hand and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the gunshot wound, now clad with neat little stitches. He took some of the bandaging cloth and began wrapping it around my arm slowly, his rough, warm fingers wreaking havoc on my body.
Sparrow tied it gently and then said, "Let's see the one on yer side, eh?"
"Are yeh mad?" I asked, "I'll bandage that one meself, thank ye very much."
Sparrow laughed a low melodic laugh as I got up and walked across the room, the coat swishing with my movements. I stared out the window for a couple of moments, watching the moon, and then my eyes cut back to him.
"Are ye still here?" I asked in exasperation.
"Looks like it, luv," Captain Sparrow said and sat up, stretching lazily, "After all, it is me cabin, so I can come and go as I please."
I licked my chapped lips and he grew alert instantly, watching the movement with dark fascination.
"Ah............." I murmured with a smile, "I seem to shut ye up pretty quick."
And I laughed softly.
"What's so funny, luv?" he asked, eyes like molten chocolate watching my every movement.
"That predatory glance ye always give me. It used to be because ye wanted to throw me overboard or shoot me, but now.............." I shrugged helplessly, "I see where this is goin'."
"Do ye like what lies in the future then, Terrence?" he questioned huskily.
"Well nothin' seems to be happenin' now, does it?" I pointed out.
With a few long strides he was standing right in front of me, and placed a couple fingers on his chin, stroking his goatee in thought.
"Well, as this situation keeps getting more interestin' by the minute, I have one question to ask ye, and ye have to pick one or the other," he murmured and then reached out and placed those fingers under my chin.
"Yes, or no?" Captain Jack Sparrow asked me.
I smiled and reached for those fingers that were cupping my chin, kissed them softly once, then let the coat fall to the floor.
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Mmmmmmmmm, what a wonderful dream.............. those skilled fingers, bodies melding together, sweet kisses, harsh groaning....................at least I thought it had been a dream until I felt the weight of the bed shift next to me.
What the hell?
My eyes snapped open and I lifted the sheets to find a tanned, muscled arm wrapped around my curvy hips possessively. Then I turned slowly in bed, enjoying the luxurious feel of clean white linens surrounding me, and came face to face with a sleeping Jack Sparrow.
It was reality, and I was really sleeping next to the man I loved. His tanned chest showed, and he was smiling even in his dreams. His kohl had been rubbed off of his eyes throughout the night, and his hair was fanned around him, his trinkets lying peacefully against the pillow. His bandanna was gone. I looked over the edge of the bed to find his clothes thrown about, and almost laughed when I found his breeches hanging from a lamplight on the wall.
I laid back down, watching him breathe gently, and reality set in quickly just as the soreness was. I had let the sweet talking, mysterious Captain Jack Sparrow bed me. Would things change drastically?
I swore to myself that on pain of death, I would not let him have a hold over me because of last night. I would still kick his ass if he pushed me too far.
And what a lovely ass he had, too.
I grinned mischievously and I heard a sleepy voice say, "And what are ye so 'appy about, luv?"
I turned to face him, finding his chocolate brown eyes studying me, a smile on his face.
"Oh nothin', Jack. Just havin' wicked thoughts."
"Do they have to do with me? Because if they do, then I'm up for it," he suggested, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, I was thinkin' about Barbossa. Handsome devil!" I joked, which caused him to grab me and place me flush against his body.
"Now that is what I'd call a fat lie, Terrence. Ye know what amazes me?"
"Hmmm?" I asked, my fingers running over his trinkets.
"What amazes me is that I didn't have to get ye drunk in order to have me way with you."
"Now I beg to differ. Whose way was who having?" I asked, laughing.
"I think it worked both ways, luv," he said and smacked my bottom playfully.
"Do that one more time and I'll have to beat you in swords again," I commented, eyeing him evilly.
Jack grinned, still with that sleepy daze on his face, and kissed my earlobe before getting out of bed and picking up his scattered clothes.
"Where the hell's me breeches?" he questioned, looking around wildly.
"On the lamplight," I pointed out.
"How the hell did it get up there?" Jack asked and grabbed them, pulling them on with ease. My eyes followed him without shame.
"Like what ye see, luv?" he said in a frisky tone of voice, eyeing me.
"Ah, the view's not that bad," I replied with a yawn, stretching lithely, "But it could be better."
"That was a direct hit to me dignity," he said with mock hurt, "That wasn't very nice," and pulled on his hat.
"What are ye going to do about it, then?" I asked smugly.
He bent down and said, "You hellcat. Perhaps throw ye out to Davy Jones' wearing nothin' but me bedsheets." Jack tipped his hat at me and said, "I must be goin', luv. The Black Pearl waits for no one."
"I'll be out in a minute," I said with a wink.
"This changes nothing, you know," he said suddenly, turning sober.
I nodded slowly, sitting up and holding the sheets to myself, replying gently, "I know, Captain."
He stared at me for a moment, then slipped out of the room, shutting the door solidly behind him.
Jack was right.
And I would have to square with that someday.
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Whoo! So many emotions! Please review and tell me what you think. I hope I portrayed their feelings right, and I'm sorry there was no slashy goodness, but that just isn't my thing. I'll just let your imaginations run wild, savvy? (as bad as that sounds) Begone, evil thoughts, begone!