Title: Savvy?

Author: Never

Pairing: Will/Jack

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I lie, therefore I am.

Warning: Slash and sex! Yummy!

Summary: Will enjoys having Jack all to himself on the ship, but what will Turner do when presented with....well...Jack?

Author's Notes: Written for the one and only untappedbeauty. And can we say OOC? I kinda made Will a little girly, but hey, out of the two of them, Will seemed more like the bitch, at least to me.

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I've never been so intrigued by a man before. I can trace it back to that first sword fight in my workshop, when Jack was trying to escape. Never had anyone been able to stand up to me that long, although he did cheat at the end. But he was fighting for his life; therefore, I suppose it can be excused.

I wouldn't have wanted him to lose his life. I'm certainly glad that I rescued him from the prison, and even more ecstatic that we're on this ship together...alone. However, it has been a constant test to keep my desire from being evident.

The hardest time.interesting, didn't mean to let that one slip...was when he almost knocked me off the boat. I had felt so vulnerable barely hanging above the water. Somehow, I usually feel vulnerable around him. He unnerves me. Make me forget why we're on this voyage in the first place. Elizabeth. She's in the back of my mind now, if not completely out of it. My thoughts are occupied with Jack. True, he is a bit odd, but I think that I like even that.

He's looking over at me, and, much to my embarrassment, I blush. Obviously, he notices because he gave me that signature smirk of his that makes me want to melt into a puddle. I force my eyes to look away, which was much harder than it should have been.

"Will?" he waits for me to look at him, standing over me. His breathy voice entrances me; I have no choice but to return my gaze to him.

He begins those ridiculously adorable gestures of his. "I've been thinkin' 'bout som'n' fer awhile. 'N, well, how 'bout you 'n I ge down te the Cap'n's quarters, 'n..." his eyes grow wide in suggestion, "talk. Savvy?"

My voice fails me. I automatically know he doesn't just want a conversation. No, he's implying something much more enjoyable. I simply can't believe that he's asking for something I've been wanting since I first met him. It seems too good to be true. A part of me is afraid to agree, but I can't deny myself this opportunity.

I nod, then follow him down below, my thoughts running through my head. He likes men...that explains a lot.

-TBC-