Title: Allowances
Rating: R, I suppose, nothing explicit though.
Feedback: Makes the world go round - alohomoron@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, Disney's.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Notes: Drabble-ish. Assume whichever POV you wish - I had one in mind but I suppose it works either way.
Summary: Because love is overrated, as pirates are aware.
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Soft as butter, slightly melted in harsh sunlight dripping slowly onto a parched tongue. Slick and suggestive, sliding like oil, coating the skin in an emotive sheen. Enough to make you catch your breath. Enough to make you sigh, like this - aaaah - and trail your lips further downwards.
I am angles and grace - catlike and lusty. I taste of sea-salt and galeforce winds, my breath is laced with rum and sodomy, these movements are rusty as an un-oiled knife. But - his eyes on me are lenient. Dulled edges in the half-light, he does not care who I am as long as I am slow and steadied, slick and watchful, generous and greedy. Silent, always silent. I keep his secrets in the twist of my hips, the sharp grunt as I enter him, the staccato sighs that slip past guarded lips to sink into heavy air.
I am calming as I quiet him, studied as his skittish eyes threaten to escape my gaze, feral as he evades me. I do not have him, do not want him, just, what he brings. I am crisp as we speak, careful not to puncture the tightly evolved rules of this game. Words are kept at a minimum, a luxury not permitted during thick nights in my cabin barely illuminated by one lamp. Darkness is better; darkness is easier.
I am eager and determined, laidback and slow, take what I am given and expect no more. Want no more.
And I am grateful.
Oh, so grateful.
--end
Rating: R, I suppose, nothing explicit though.
Feedback: Makes the world go round - alohomoron@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, Disney's.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Notes: Drabble-ish. Assume whichever POV you wish - I had one in mind but I suppose it works either way.
Summary: Because love is overrated, as pirates are aware.
---
Soft as butter, slightly melted in harsh sunlight dripping slowly onto a parched tongue. Slick and suggestive, sliding like oil, coating the skin in an emotive sheen. Enough to make you catch your breath. Enough to make you sigh, like this - aaaah - and trail your lips further downwards.
I am angles and grace - catlike and lusty. I taste of sea-salt and galeforce winds, my breath is laced with rum and sodomy, these movements are rusty as an un-oiled knife. But - his eyes on me are lenient. Dulled edges in the half-light, he does not care who I am as long as I am slow and steadied, slick and watchful, generous and greedy. Silent, always silent. I keep his secrets in the twist of my hips, the sharp grunt as I enter him, the staccato sighs that slip past guarded lips to sink into heavy air.
I am calming as I quiet him, studied as his skittish eyes threaten to escape my gaze, feral as he evades me. I do not have him, do not want him, just, what he brings. I am crisp as we speak, careful not to puncture the tightly evolved rules of this game. Words are kept at a minimum, a luxury not permitted during thick nights in my cabin barely illuminated by one lamp. Darkness is better; darkness is easier.
I am eager and determined, laidback and slow, take what I am given and expect no more. Want no more.
And I am grateful.
Oh, so grateful.
--end