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Author's Note: This is where it gets explicit (kind of, I am bad at writing sex scenes so please bare [teehee] with me). Sooo if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read it.
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"And I suppose now I should be expected to take care of you, isn't that right Mr. Sparrow?" Catherine asked, still turned away from Jack. When she received no response she slowly turned to look at him and found him collapsed, sprawled out and snoring lightly. She groaned and sat down next to him, bringing her knees to her chin. The oppurtunity to get a really good look at his face was taken quickly by Catherine as she studied his hard, handsome features. 'You're still a filthy pirate Jack. Nothing will change that.'
Her hand absentmindedly roamed his face, lightly stroking his jawline and the coarse hair along it. Her fingers slowly made their way to his slightly parted lips, which she softly carressed. 'What would it be like to kiss you I wonder?' Catherine brought back her hand quickly at the thought. 'Don't you dare think that way, you stupid girl.'
She glared at Jack as if somehow the thoughts that tainted her mind were his fault and looked away. "I suppose I can't just leave you here alone, now can I?" She asked to no one in particular. "Stupid pirate. Stupid, istupid/i pirate." Catherine shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. "You got the better of me, Jack."
"Captain Jack, love." Jack mumbled as he struggled to sit up straight. "How can you honestly expect anyone to get decent sleep if you never shut up?" He questioned, pushing himself up to a standing position.
"I was only wanting to know why you were sleeping in the middle of the road." Catherine thought breifly of him making sure she was alright when she was unconscious in the street, but dismissed the thought quickly. So what if he had helped her? She found herself staring up at him as he looked down on her.
"You're a beautiful woman Catherine." He breathed, holding out his hand for her to take.
Catherine did not take his hand, but stood up on her own. It was then that the alcohol began to take affect and she felt herself grow unbalanced and lightheaded.
"And gentlemen do not talk to ladies in such ways that you do, Mr. Sparrow."
"Aye, but I'm no gentleman."
Catherine attempted to simply walk away from him, but tripped instead. She stumbled and nearly fell, and would have if it weren't for Jack who stepped in swiftly to keep her up.
"Drunk, love?"
Catherine merely looked up at Jack, her hands on his shoulders and his arm around her waist, pulling her nose to nose with him. "Pirate or no pirate Jack . . ." She leaned in close to him and pushed her lips onto his. Before she knew what she was doing he was kissing her back hungrily, tightening his grip on her waist. The kiss was broken as Jack whispered into her ear lowly, "I knew you'd come around, love."
Before she knew it she was being whisked away by the wrist to a small, dirty looking inn. "What's going on?" She slurred as she stumbled along behind him.
"We're finding a place to rest, love."
"Oh, okay, I'm really very tired." She stated, nearly tripping over her shoes. "Whooo-aah!"
"Careful, darling."
Jack left Catherine outside the Inn to ease her stomach as he rented them a room. He noted the seedy ambience of the building but shrugged it off just as quickly. He smirked to himself and drifted outside in a drunken haze to fetch Catherine, who was slouched against a wall with a look of elation on her face.
"I feel better." She grinned at Jack.
"So do I, love." He smiled back and gently pulled Catherine to her feet, leading her into the building. "Come along now."
The room was nobody's dream. It was dark and dreary, the walls splotched with filth. The curtain appeared to have been torn from the window and the glass was cracked. Moonlight was the only available light source as it streamed in through the window and showed the tiny perimeter of the room.
Jack stumbled inside, pulling Catherine along by her waist. Once he had closed the door he turned back to face Catherine, who had found the bed and was at the moment falling into a light sleep. Jack got down next to her and found her lips once more, pulling her in toward him. Catherine responded by kissing back softly, but slowly. She allowed quiet sounds to escape her throat as his hands explored her body, tugging at her dress insistantly trying to pull it off at the same time.
Suddenly Catherine gasped and broke the mesmerizing kiss. "I'm drunk . . . I can't do this . . . no . . ." She began to shake, shuffling to get off the bed. Jack gently pulled her back down next to him.
"You didn't have much to drink, love." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "But I think we both know we want this. So why deny yourself?" He was getting restless and wanted nothing more than to be with this woman.
"I'm not a whore . . ."
"Nobody said you were."
"I think I'm falling in love with you." Catherine squeaked and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. 'YOU STUPID GIRL!'
Jack smirked at her obvious discomfort and pulled her hand from her lovely, soft, inviting mouth. "Do you want this, or don't you?"
Catherine nodded slowly. She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her like that . . . soon she felt his breath on her face and then his lips on hers. She relaxed ever so slowly and sank into the bed, his hand once again exploring the curves of her body.
She soon became dazed and was only vaguely aware of her dress being removed, with some struggle. She wriggled around trying to help Jack get rid of the garment and then felt his mouth trace small kisses down her chin, her neck, down to where he let his eyes wander so many times. Catherine shivered and let a tiny moan depart from her lips as his tongue traced tiny circles on her nipple, his hand on the other, rubbing and pinching lightly.
Once he was satisfied with his work he continued his way down, past her navel and down to her lips. He parted them gently and ran his finger up towards her tiny nub. Catherine twitched slightly and gasped as he touched her clit gently, rubbing it softly.
"Do you like that, love?" He asked throatily, resting his nose against her cheekbone. Catherine only nodded and moaned softly. Jack smiled and shifted himself so he was crouching next to her thighs. He continued to rub the extremely sensitive area as he inserted another finger into her awaiting sex. Jack smiled at the wetness he found inside her and began to slowly push his finger in and out, giving her only a small taste of what was to come.
He planted a small kiss on her stomach and stopped the wonderful work he was doing with his hands to undress himself. He removed his clothing quickly, throwing it in any direction, and turned his attention back to her. He gently nudged her legs further apart with his knees and bent over her shaky, sweaty body. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes . . . please . . ." She whispered, her heart quickening its pace in anticipation. Jack stroked her jaw gently and kissed her again before she could feel his penis poking at her entrance.
He slowly pushed himself inside of her, feeling her hips suddenly push up into him as she moaned with complete pleasure. Jack braced himself on the bed with his hands as he began fucking her, quickening his pace significantly. Catherine whimpered and moaned as he thrusted harder, low husky groans signifying his pleasure.
Jack soon became breathless and Catherine could feel him tense up as he cried out and slowed his thrusts considerably, spilling his seed inside of her.
He collapsed next to her and pulled her close to him, grinning like a madman.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did, love?" He murmured in her ear.
"Yes . . ." She trailed off softly, '. . . I enjoyed it, but it wasn't half of what I expected.' Catherine sighed, "Goodnight Captain Sparrow."
"Jack, love."
"Goodnight then, Jack."
"Goodnight."
Author's Note: This is where it gets explicit (kind of, I am bad at writing sex scenes so please bare [teehee] with me). Sooo if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read it.
. . .
"And I suppose now I should be expected to take care of you, isn't that right Mr. Sparrow?" Catherine asked, still turned away from Jack. When she received no response she slowly turned to look at him and found him collapsed, sprawled out and snoring lightly. She groaned and sat down next to him, bringing her knees to her chin. The oppurtunity to get a really good look at his face was taken quickly by Catherine as she studied his hard, handsome features. 'You're still a filthy pirate Jack. Nothing will change that.'
Her hand absentmindedly roamed his face, lightly stroking his jawline and the coarse hair along it. Her fingers slowly made their way to his slightly parted lips, which she softly carressed. 'What would it be like to kiss you I wonder?' Catherine brought back her hand quickly at the thought. 'Don't you dare think that way, you stupid girl.'
She glared at Jack as if somehow the thoughts that tainted her mind were his fault and looked away. "I suppose I can't just leave you here alone, now can I?" She asked to no one in particular. "Stupid pirate. Stupid, istupid/i pirate." Catherine shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. "You got the better of me, Jack."
"Captain Jack, love." Jack mumbled as he struggled to sit up straight. "How can you honestly expect anyone to get decent sleep if you never shut up?" He questioned, pushing himself up to a standing position.
"I was only wanting to know why you were sleeping in the middle of the road." Catherine thought breifly of him making sure she was alright when she was unconscious in the street, but dismissed the thought quickly. So what if he had helped her? She found herself staring up at him as he looked down on her.
"You're a beautiful woman Catherine." He breathed, holding out his hand for her to take.
Catherine did not take his hand, but stood up on her own. It was then that the alcohol began to take affect and she felt herself grow unbalanced and lightheaded.
"And gentlemen do not talk to ladies in such ways that you do, Mr. Sparrow."
"Aye, but I'm no gentleman."
Catherine attempted to simply walk away from him, but tripped instead. She stumbled and nearly fell, and would have if it weren't for Jack who stepped in swiftly to keep her up.
"Drunk, love?"
Catherine merely looked up at Jack, her hands on his shoulders and his arm around her waist, pulling her nose to nose with him. "Pirate or no pirate Jack . . ." She leaned in close to him and pushed her lips onto his. Before she knew what she was doing he was kissing her back hungrily, tightening his grip on her waist. The kiss was broken as Jack whispered into her ear lowly, "I knew you'd come around, love."
Before she knew it she was being whisked away by the wrist to a small, dirty looking inn. "What's going on?" She slurred as she stumbled along behind him.
"We're finding a place to rest, love."
"Oh, okay, I'm really very tired." She stated, nearly tripping over her shoes. "Whooo-aah!"
"Careful, darling."
Jack left Catherine outside the Inn to ease her stomach as he rented them a room. He noted the seedy ambience of the building but shrugged it off just as quickly. He smirked to himself and drifted outside in a drunken haze to fetch Catherine, who was slouched against a wall with a look of elation on her face.
"I feel better." She grinned at Jack.
"So do I, love." He smiled back and gently pulled Catherine to her feet, leading her into the building. "Come along now."
The room was nobody's dream. It was dark and dreary, the walls splotched with filth. The curtain appeared to have been torn from the window and the glass was cracked. Moonlight was the only available light source as it streamed in through the window and showed the tiny perimeter of the room.
Jack stumbled inside, pulling Catherine along by her waist. Once he had closed the door he turned back to face Catherine, who had found the bed and was at the moment falling into a light sleep. Jack got down next to her and found her lips once more, pulling her in toward him. Catherine responded by kissing back softly, but slowly. She allowed quiet sounds to escape her throat as his hands explored her body, tugging at her dress insistantly trying to pull it off at the same time.
Suddenly Catherine gasped and broke the mesmerizing kiss. "I'm drunk . . . I can't do this . . . no . . ." She began to shake, shuffling to get off the bed. Jack gently pulled her back down next to him.
"You didn't have much to drink, love." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "But I think we both know we want this. So why deny yourself?" He was getting restless and wanted nothing more than to be with this woman.
"I'm not a whore . . ."
"Nobody said you were."
"I think I'm falling in love with you." Catherine squeaked and immediately covered her mouth with her hand. 'YOU STUPID GIRL!'
Jack smirked at her obvious discomfort and pulled her hand from her lovely, soft, inviting mouth. "Do you want this, or don't you?"
Catherine nodded slowly. She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her like that . . . soon she felt his breath on her face and then his lips on hers. She relaxed ever so slowly and sank into the bed, his hand once again exploring the curves of her body.
She soon became dazed and was only vaguely aware of her dress being removed, with some struggle. She wriggled around trying to help Jack get rid of the garment and then felt his mouth trace small kisses down her chin, her neck, down to where he let his eyes wander so many times. Catherine shivered and let a tiny moan depart from her lips as his tongue traced tiny circles on her nipple, his hand on the other, rubbing and pinching lightly.
Once he was satisfied with his work he continued his way down, past her navel and down to her lips. He parted them gently and ran his finger up towards her tiny nub. Catherine twitched slightly and gasped as he touched her clit gently, rubbing it softly.
"Do you like that, love?" He asked throatily, resting his nose against her cheekbone. Catherine only nodded and moaned softly. Jack smiled and shifted himself so he was crouching next to her thighs. He continued to rub the extremely sensitive area as he inserted another finger into her awaiting sex. Jack smiled at the wetness he found inside her and began to slowly push his finger in and out, giving her only a small taste of what was to come.
He planted a small kiss on her stomach and stopped the wonderful work he was doing with his hands to undress himself. He removed his clothing quickly, throwing it in any direction, and turned his attention back to her. He gently nudged her legs further apart with his knees and bent over her shaky, sweaty body. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes . . . please . . ." She whispered, her heart quickening its pace in anticipation. Jack stroked her jaw gently and kissed her again before she could feel his penis poking at her entrance.
He slowly pushed himself inside of her, feeling her hips suddenly push up into him as she moaned with complete pleasure. Jack braced himself on the bed with his hands as he began fucking her, quickening his pace significantly. Catherine whimpered and moaned as he thrusted harder, low husky groans signifying his pleasure.
Jack soon became breathless and Catherine could feel him tense up as he cried out and slowed his thrusts considerably, spilling his seed inside of her.
He collapsed next to her and pulled her close to him, grinning like a madman.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did, love?" He murmured in her ear.
"Yes . . ." She trailed off softly, '. . . I enjoyed it, but it wasn't half of what I expected.' Catherine sighed, "Goodnight Captain Sparrow."
"Jack, love."
"Goodnight then, Jack."
"Goodnight."