Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Warning: SLASHY. There is Sparrington kissing within. Matey's, ye be
warned. Don' say I didnae warn ya.
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"Is this entirely necessary?" Green eyes meet brown, and stretched arms struggle against the binds holding them to the bed.
"Well, we wouldn't want you to escape, now, would we?" Those brown eyes twinkle with amusement and mischief.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't. But you could have tied me in a more comfortable position." Dark eyebrows rise at his suggestion, and he shifts awkwardly at the slight heat starting in his groin area.
"And what fun would that be?" Now the amusement is in the voice, the dark eyes travelling down a stretched body, eyebrows raising again when the eyes have stopped their downward descent. "I see. Well James, I'm afraid I can't do that just yet. I'm quite enjoying having you like this, at my disposal." And with that, Jack leaves James to think in silence.
~*~*~ Nobody knew how James Norrington could have possibly untied himself in such a short amount of time, but there he is, clear as day, advancing slowly on the Captain with a mad look in his eyes.
"Now, James, we can work this out, can't we?" Jack tried to reason with him as the taller man backs him up against the railing of the ship.
"You tied me to your bed," James says lowly, grabbing the lapels of Jack's jacket.
"Yes, well. I do apologize for that, really, but I think you're taking this a bit too far," as he leans back, expecting a blow to the face, or to be thrown overboard.
What he doesn't expect is for James to pull him closer and kiss him, almost desperately, a small sound escaping him at the touch of their lips together. Desire wells up in Jack almost immediately and he grasps James's hands, prising them off the lapels of his jacket in order to pull back from the kiss. He looks into the Naval Officer's eyes for a moment before dragging him to the Captain's quarters, ignoring the startled glances of his crew, and locks the door behind them.
James sits on Jack's bed and buries his face in his hands. He doesn't know why he'd kissed Jack. They don't make any sense, his feelings for Jack. Not too long ago he'd hated the pirate's weasely black guts, but then..he doesn't really think he'd actually hated any part of Jack, but he did sort of envy the man's freedom.
To be unbound by the law, with nothing to worry about but when the next storm would hit, and whether you'd live to see the morrow. James had always been guarantied the necessities of life as a child. He'd never had to worry about when his next meal would be, because it was always ready when the time came to eat.
His father had been a military man, and had encouraged him to do the same, more so after his mother had been killed by a pirate. Before, he'd been just about as fascinated by pirates as Elizabeth is. Some of that fascination had faded after his father had died at sea, because he'd been told pirates had attacked his ship.
When James had gone through his training for the Navy, he'd never gotten descriptions of a "good" pirate. He'd always heard stories of greedy, bloodthirsty scalawags. Jack is the first pirate he's encountered that's a good man at heart, and it confuses him beyond measure.
He feels guilty for his feelings for Jack, on his parents' behalf. What would his father say? He knows what his mother would say, and he knows it would lead to a fight between her and his father. "As long as you are happy with what you are doing, I'll be happy for you." The first time she'd said that to him was when he was ten, after she'd told him a most adventurous story involving pirates. He'd said he wished he could have adventures like that. He wonders now whether she'd known one or two personally.
**** "The only way you could have adventures of that nature, James, is to become a pirate yourself," the young woman said to the ten-year-old in her lap.
He looked up at her with wide, green eyes. "Could I?"
"As long as you are happy with what you are doing, I'll be happy for you." And she hugged her son tightly. ****
A hand lightly touches his arm and he jumps, startled from his thoughts. He looks at the hand, almost brown compared to his own skin, and follows it up along a linen clad arm to meet dark brown eyes watching him with such scrutiny that he has to look away again.
A finger touches lightly to the underside of his chin and tilts his head up to meet those eyes again, sliding along his jaw to rest just under his ear with the other four fingers. "James." The name is uttered softly in a voice rough from years of shouting over the crashing of waves and the booming of cannon-fire. "If you want to go back -"
"No," comes the quick reply, accompanied by a shake of the head, a pale hand traveling up to cover the tanned one at his neck. "Not yet, Jack." His green eyes shine brightly as he says this and he nervously licks his lips, noticing that as he does, Jack's eyes are drawn to the movement.
Jack leans closer, their noses almost touching, and looks at him for a moment, almost questioningly, before pressing his lips to James's. A shaky breath escapes him and his mouth falls open with it, unintentionally inviting Jack to tease his tongue along James's lower lip before slipping inside his mouth.
Moaning softly, James moves his hand up to tangle in the hair at the back of Jack's head, his other hand clutching Jack's jacket tightly as he lies back, pulling Jack atop him. Jack breaks the kiss, panting against James's swollen, parted lips, and plucks at the ties to James's trousers, tugging lightly on them with question in his eyes. "Do you want this? Here and now, with me?"
James stares at Jack, looking over his expression and features, the hand that had been clutching Jack's jacket now on top of Jack's at his trousers, nervously plucking at Jack's fingers. "I.." He trails off uncertainly.
"As long as you are happy.."
He starts trembling as if he's cold, recalling his mother's voice that day and how much he'd wanted to be a pirate. He has his mother's blessing in anything he does, as long as he's happy doing it. Now is another time to make a choice, and he knows which would make him happy.
"I'll be happy for you."
"Yes." *~*~*~*
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"Is this entirely necessary?" Green eyes meet brown, and stretched arms struggle against the binds holding them to the bed.
"Well, we wouldn't want you to escape, now, would we?" Those brown eyes twinkle with amusement and mischief.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't. But you could have tied me in a more comfortable position." Dark eyebrows rise at his suggestion, and he shifts awkwardly at the slight heat starting in his groin area.
"And what fun would that be?" Now the amusement is in the voice, the dark eyes travelling down a stretched body, eyebrows raising again when the eyes have stopped their downward descent. "I see. Well James, I'm afraid I can't do that just yet. I'm quite enjoying having you like this, at my disposal." And with that, Jack leaves James to think in silence.
~*~*~ Nobody knew how James Norrington could have possibly untied himself in such a short amount of time, but there he is, clear as day, advancing slowly on the Captain with a mad look in his eyes.
"Now, James, we can work this out, can't we?" Jack tried to reason with him as the taller man backs him up against the railing of the ship.
"You tied me to your bed," James says lowly, grabbing the lapels of Jack's jacket.
"Yes, well. I do apologize for that, really, but I think you're taking this a bit too far," as he leans back, expecting a blow to the face, or to be thrown overboard.
What he doesn't expect is for James to pull him closer and kiss him, almost desperately, a small sound escaping him at the touch of their lips together. Desire wells up in Jack almost immediately and he grasps James's hands, prising them off the lapels of his jacket in order to pull back from the kiss. He looks into the Naval Officer's eyes for a moment before dragging him to the Captain's quarters, ignoring the startled glances of his crew, and locks the door behind them.
James sits on Jack's bed and buries his face in his hands. He doesn't know why he'd kissed Jack. They don't make any sense, his feelings for Jack. Not too long ago he'd hated the pirate's weasely black guts, but then..he doesn't really think he'd actually hated any part of Jack, but he did sort of envy the man's freedom.
To be unbound by the law, with nothing to worry about but when the next storm would hit, and whether you'd live to see the morrow. James had always been guarantied the necessities of life as a child. He'd never had to worry about when his next meal would be, because it was always ready when the time came to eat.
His father had been a military man, and had encouraged him to do the same, more so after his mother had been killed by a pirate. Before, he'd been just about as fascinated by pirates as Elizabeth is. Some of that fascination had faded after his father had died at sea, because he'd been told pirates had attacked his ship.
When James had gone through his training for the Navy, he'd never gotten descriptions of a "good" pirate. He'd always heard stories of greedy, bloodthirsty scalawags. Jack is the first pirate he's encountered that's a good man at heart, and it confuses him beyond measure.
He feels guilty for his feelings for Jack, on his parents' behalf. What would his father say? He knows what his mother would say, and he knows it would lead to a fight between her and his father. "As long as you are happy with what you are doing, I'll be happy for you." The first time she'd said that to him was when he was ten, after she'd told him a most adventurous story involving pirates. He'd said he wished he could have adventures like that. He wonders now whether she'd known one or two personally.
**** "The only way you could have adventures of that nature, James, is to become a pirate yourself," the young woman said to the ten-year-old in her lap.
He looked up at her with wide, green eyes. "Could I?"
"As long as you are happy with what you are doing, I'll be happy for you." And she hugged her son tightly. ****
A hand lightly touches his arm and he jumps, startled from his thoughts. He looks at the hand, almost brown compared to his own skin, and follows it up along a linen clad arm to meet dark brown eyes watching him with such scrutiny that he has to look away again.
A finger touches lightly to the underside of his chin and tilts his head up to meet those eyes again, sliding along his jaw to rest just under his ear with the other four fingers. "James." The name is uttered softly in a voice rough from years of shouting over the crashing of waves and the booming of cannon-fire. "If you want to go back -"
"No," comes the quick reply, accompanied by a shake of the head, a pale hand traveling up to cover the tanned one at his neck. "Not yet, Jack." His green eyes shine brightly as he says this and he nervously licks his lips, noticing that as he does, Jack's eyes are drawn to the movement.
Jack leans closer, their noses almost touching, and looks at him for a moment, almost questioningly, before pressing his lips to James's. A shaky breath escapes him and his mouth falls open with it, unintentionally inviting Jack to tease his tongue along James's lower lip before slipping inside his mouth.
Moaning softly, James moves his hand up to tangle in the hair at the back of Jack's head, his other hand clutching Jack's jacket tightly as he lies back, pulling Jack atop him. Jack breaks the kiss, panting against James's swollen, parted lips, and plucks at the ties to James's trousers, tugging lightly on them with question in his eyes. "Do you want this? Here and now, with me?"
James stares at Jack, looking over his expression and features, the hand that had been clutching Jack's jacket now on top of Jack's at his trousers, nervously plucking at Jack's fingers. "I.." He trails off uncertainly.
"As long as you are happy.."
He starts trembling as if he's cold, recalling his mother's voice that day and how much he'd wanted to be a pirate. He has his mother's blessing in anything he does, as long as he's happy doing it. Now is another time to make a choice, and he knows which would make him happy.
"I'll be happy for you."
"Yes." *~*~*~*