Anya ran along the deserted boardwalk, and cursed herself for being so stupid. He was a pirate, and even if she had known him when they were younger, how could she have left Jack's side?
Finally she saw the lights and the sounds of Tortuga come back into the foggy night, and she smile, gasping for breath as she drew her long skirt up to her chest and ran even faster than before. If she could just get to Jack.
Suddenly something swept under her legs and she fell to the ground. She whipped her head around to see Cole advancing, the large branch he had flung at her twisting her legs so that it was difficult to get up. But she scrambled to her feet and pulled a huge barrel full of bass onto the ground and continued to run. That ought to slow him down enough!
Finally she ran into the pirate city, never thinking she would be so glad to return to the smells of tobacco and blood and booze, and the sounds of whores singing and drunken laughter. It was definitely a first for Anya. She saw the nearest building and ran around the brick corner, flattening herself against the cold wall. Had he seen her through the crowd? It was too hard to tell. Oh god where was Jack?!
As she looked into the crowd she'd never felt more fearful in her life. No one could be trusted, she was alone in the world and she felt her chest constrict at the thought, like the walls of her life were closing in on her.
'H'lo love.' Anya turned swiftly and came nose to nose with none other than Jack Sparrow. 'Yah seem to be in a wee bit a trouble. But I s'pose twas my fault.' He said sarcastically, gesturing with his hands and squinting at her as if he were angry that she'd run off. Anya took a deep breath and bit her lip. For once the bloody pirate was right.
'I'm sorry…I…' she said before tears began to well in her eyes. She looked down, and brought her arms up around herself, as if trying to grip the warmth to her tiny frozen body. Jack's face immediately softened, and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he needed her… but that had never mattered before. Before he could think about it much more he found her rushing forward and throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
'S'alright pet.' He said as he slowly and gingerly wrapped his warm, strong arms around her. As if he had just broken an invisible barrier, he felt her shudder and the chest of his shirt became slightly damp. He placed his cheek on the top of her head and closed his own eyes. What was she doing to him? He was Jack Sparrow, no, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, a pirate, opportunist and damn near the most wanted criminal in all the seven seas. He was ruthless and vengeful and clever. But when she was there, all that changed. And he didn't know why. And that scared him.
'Come on.' He said, stiffly pulling from the warm embrace and side stepping her, looking around the corner. 'Time we be off anyway.' He said, his hand gripping his sword.
'What about the girl?' Anya said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Again, Jack tensed, but he didn't turn to her, remained with his back to her.
'What about her?' he said stonily as he finally turned to see her. Anya looked at him, calling his bluff, knowing he wasn't being completely truthful.
'You're lying.' She said as a stream of cold air escaped her lips. Jack shrugged, winked and grinned.
'I'm a pirate.' He said offering her his hand. 'That's what we do best.' Anya took it and he pulled her out into the crowd, making sure he had a firm grip on her as he guided her back toward the life boat so that they could get the hell out of there.
'What about Gordon?' Anya asked as they rushed along the streets, several people staring at them. Jack shushed her.
'Don't say his name around here. He's got plenty of friends here, believe it or not love.' He hurried her along and finally they were down at the beach. Jack stumbled down on the shore and began to cut at its bindings and pushed it into the water. Anya stood by as her hair and dress flapped in the wind.
'You didn't answer me Sparrow.' She said, her teeth chattering slightly. He stood up at being called Sparrow and turned to look at her, his liquid kohl lined eyes searching for an answer to her question. 'What about Gordon?' she repeated taking a few steps forward. Jack exhaled and looked at Anya and then out to the water.
'What do you want, love?' he asked looking down into her now dark green eyes. That caught her by surprise. 'Do you want us to run?' he asked stepping forward so he was towering over her. 'Want us to get away to some far off island, settle down.' He said brushing a stray blonde curl from her pale face, which in turn made her breath catch. 'Want to stay with me there forever?' he asked, although his eyes showed much pain.
Anya felt as if time was at a stand still. She knew why he was saying all this. No way would Jack Sparrow want to stay in one place forever. But if he didn't help Gordon, he'd hunt for them, both of them. And as much as Anya wanted exactly what Jack said, she knew that it would kill him.
'Did you meet with him?' she asked looking away and moving past him. Jack turned as well and nodded.
'Just after I went lookin for yah I ran into him and his men. Everything's set. We sail to El Dorado tomorrow.' He held up a yellow, parchment which Anya assumed was the map. Anya nodded her understanding.
'And where does that leave me?' she asked as he walked forward, slinging his 'effects' into the life boat and gesturing for her to get in.
'Well, if you behave and don't do anything stupid, you may just get out of this alive.' She was about to climb in when he stopped her and then gestured for her to help push. She glared at him. No gentleman would have made her help him. But she sighed and began to push. As the tide caught it, Anya jumped in and Jack ran along until he too leapt into the boat. Anya was wringing the salt water out of her dress when she felt Jack's heavy coat being placed around her freezing body. She turned and looked at him as he leant back against the stern, searching for the paddle.
'So things will be okay?' she said, smiling up at him, her green eyes glowing slightly. Jack hesitated, feeling the pit of his stomach tighten and his whole body became warm. Just that one simple act excited him more than anything with Sienna ever had. And that was a problem.
'Things'll be okay, love.'
'Promise.' Anya said, moving closer. Jack breathed out but maintained his nonchalant exterior, although he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them. Ever since she'd put on that dress, all he'd wanted was to have her, all of her, all to himself, no sharing, not with anyone. He wanted her for just him. 'Jack?' she said looking at him strangely, placing on hand on his knee. He jumped and almost fell over the side of the boat. 'What is wrong with you?' she asked as he fell back down against the stern.
'Nothing, love. Nothing at all.' What was he saying? Everything was wrong. But for some strange reason, he liked it that way.
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'Home sweet home.' Anya said as she threw the door to Jack's lodgings open. She walked inside and looked around. She was shortly followed by Jack who swaggered toward the bed and fell across it. Anya smiled and walked over to him, her hands on her hips. 'Jack, can I ask you something?' he sat up and sighed deeply before taking off his hat and throwing it onto the chair next to the bed. He got up and shed his coat, ignoring Anya. She flushed, somewhat angry but supposed he was deep in thought and was probably very stressed and shrugged it off. Instead she decided on another tactic.
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What am I thinking? Jack thought to himself as he threw his coat over to wear he had thrown his hat. She's nineteen, a babe, a child, and you can't stop thinking of her, the way she'd feel, the way she'd taste.
Jack tensed as he felt delicate fingers drum his chest. It wasn't painful, oh no quite the opposite, it ran through his whole body. He felt his eyes droop shut as Anya's body heat radiated against his back, and her hands danced along his chest.
'Does it hurt?' she asked, from what seemed like far away in Jack's mind. The glass beads and trinkets in his hair jingled as his head tilted back slightly, mumbling something about it feeling fine. Her hands drifted a little lower, to his abdomen and she rubbed it soothingly. 'How about that?' she asked pressing her left cheek in-between his shoulder blades. Jack thought he groaned, if not allowed, at least in his mind. His heart was beating so fast, he wondered if it wouldn't just pound out of his chest. Suddenly their was a small pain and he did let out a groan, but the pain only intensified his feelings…
Suddenly Anya's hands withdrew, and Jack's eyes snapped open. He didn't like their absence one bit, and it had been far too long since a woman had touched him like that. But he was not completely out of luck (Captain Jack Sparrow is NEVER out of luck). Anya came around, her brow furrowed as if in concern. She stood in front of him, looking at his chest, while he looked at her, with intense dark eyes.
She put her right hand and let it drift softly down his throat, down the middle of his chest until she stopped and gently applied pressure. Jack flinched and a look of pain flickered across his face. Anya hesitated and then her hands flew to the buttons of his white cotton shirt. But as she began to unfasten the second one, Jack's hands grabbed hers and held them tight as he looked at her. To say the least he looked a little shocked and surprised.
'What are ya doin love?' he asked, his voice coming out gruff and throaty. She smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly.
'Checking your injury.' She said with a smirk. 'What did you thing I was doing?' Jack released her hands, but took a few steps back. 'Jack?' she said as he turned toward the bed.
'I'm fine pet. No need to worry bout this old pirate.' He said trying to calm his body down after all the heat that had passed those few moments. Anya would not be discouraged so easily and she moved to turn him around.
'Don't be an idiot. You're not that old, and you're not that fine either. I can tell. This should have healed by now.' She said making to unbutton his shirt again, but he slapped her hands away. 'Ouch!' she said looking at Jack incredulously. 'Since when do pirates slap!' she teased, but his face was for once very serious. 'Jack, I just want to make sure you're okay! Stop being such a big baby!' she said laughingly.
Jack contemplated this for a moment. He was not a baby! And he had to prove that… besides he wasn't so opposed to the idea of her hands on his bare chest. 'Fine.' He muttered, and Anya smiled at her conquest. She began to unbutton his shirt again, and inch by inch his brown, well muscled chest came into view.
Jack couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as his shirt was removed, and Anya's mouth hung open at the sight of it. It gave him a bit of a charge… but no that was bad! Well, good, for certain things, but no! Not with her! She was different!
'Well?' Jack said, trying to speed things along. Anya seemed to regain her composure and stepped close, so she was only a bout an inch away, and her hands found their way to the shrinking bruise on his abdomen. She brushed it, so lightly Jack barely felt it, and so much so that it sent a chill through his body. When he opened his eyes, he was looking straight into bright green pools of light.
'Looks good.' She said still staring at him, unwaveringly. Neither spoke for a few moments, and yet all that needed to be said was being said at that very minute.
Anya's hands crept back up his chest, up his neck and into the dreaded inky black hair. She studied one of the beaded strands and smiled. Jack kept staring at her, completely confused as to what she was doing. Then her eyes went back to his and her smile disappeared. Her hands then braced the back of his head.
'Love, what're ya – '
'Just shut up for once, Sparrow.' She said before bringing his head down and kissing his deeply, not at all sweetly or innocently.
Jack's hand instinctively weaved down to her waist, pulling her forward that extra inch, pressing her to his bare skin. His other hand dragged through her golden tresses, so easily they could have been silk. Then the kiss slowed into something more loving, tender. It was not so intense and passionate, but slow and patient. Anya felt like she might melt if he hadn't been holding her. And everything that Jack had been worrying about had left his mind so quickly. At least for a few moments.
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YAHOO!!! Okay, some very sensual stuff in here, and u should all know I am a very modest person, so this was VERY difficult for me, so if it sucked, I'M SORRY! Lol… umm… kinda thinking of doing an R rated chapter, cept I don't think I can write something like that… any volunteers?
Haha, if there is a slightly lemony scene, my friend Fonzi Deuce (she wanted a nick name, I don't kno… something to do with her hair!) has volunteered to be a good sport… so there mite be one chapter written by her… just a heads up… yeah so what did everyone think… this time I REALLY WONT update if I don't get longer reviews… common guys, its not THAT hard… special shout out to Teresa (jacksgal) cuz she's an awesome reviewer (thnx T for the looong review!) Anyhoo… that's about it…. I wonder if anything is gonna happen?? Lol we'll see!
Love ya guys!!
~* STOKES *~
Finally she saw the lights and the sounds of Tortuga come back into the foggy night, and she smile, gasping for breath as she drew her long skirt up to her chest and ran even faster than before. If she could just get to Jack.
Suddenly something swept under her legs and she fell to the ground. She whipped her head around to see Cole advancing, the large branch he had flung at her twisting her legs so that it was difficult to get up. But she scrambled to her feet and pulled a huge barrel full of bass onto the ground and continued to run. That ought to slow him down enough!
Finally she ran into the pirate city, never thinking she would be so glad to return to the smells of tobacco and blood and booze, and the sounds of whores singing and drunken laughter. It was definitely a first for Anya. She saw the nearest building and ran around the brick corner, flattening herself against the cold wall. Had he seen her through the crowd? It was too hard to tell. Oh god where was Jack?!
As she looked into the crowd she'd never felt more fearful in her life. No one could be trusted, she was alone in the world and she felt her chest constrict at the thought, like the walls of her life were closing in on her.
'H'lo love.' Anya turned swiftly and came nose to nose with none other than Jack Sparrow. 'Yah seem to be in a wee bit a trouble. But I s'pose twas my fault.' He said sarcastically, gesturing with his hands and squinting at her as if he were angry that she'd run off. Anya took a deep breath and bit her lip. For once the bloody pirate was right.
'I'm sorry…I…' she said before tears began to well in her eyes. She looked down, and brought her arms up around herself, as if trying to grip the warmth to her tiny frozen body. Jack's face immediately softened, and he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he needed her… but that had never mattered before. Before he could think about it much more he found her rushing forward and throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
'S'alright pet.' He said as he slowly and gingerly wrapped his warm, strong arms around her. As if he had just broken an invisible barrier, he felt her shudder and the chest of his shirt became slightly damp. He placed his cheek on the top of her head and closed his own eyes. What was she doing to him? He was Jack Sparrow, no, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, a pirate, opportunist and damn near the most wanted criminal in all the seven seas. He was ruthless and vengeful and clever. But when she was there, all that changed. And he didn't know why. And that scared him.
'Come on.' He said, stiffly pulling from the warm embrace and side stepping her, looking around the corner. 'Time we be off anyway.' He said, his hand gripping his sword.
'What about the girl?' Anya said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Again, Jack tensed, but he didn't turn to her, remained with his back to her.
'What about her?' he said stonily as he finally turned to see her. Anya looked at him, calling his bluff, knowing he wasn't being completely truthful.
'You're lying.' She said as a stream of cold air escaped her lips. Jack shrugged, winked and grinned.
'I'm a pirate.' He said offering her his hand. 'That's what we do best.' Anya took it and he pulled her out into the crowd, making sure he had a firm grip on her as he guided her back toward the life boat so that they could get the hell out of there.
'What about Gordon?' Anya asked as they rushed along the streets, several people staring at them. Jack shushed her.
'Don't say his name around here. He's got plenty of friends here, believe it or not love.' He hurried her along and finally they were down at the beach. Jack stumbled down on the shore and began to cut at its bindings and pushed it into the water. Anya stood by as her hair and dress flapped in the wind.
'You didn't answer me Sparrow.' She said, her teeth chattering slightly. He stood up at being called Sparrow and turned to look at her, his liquid kohl lined eyes searching for an answer to her question. 'What about Gordon?' she repeated taking a few steps forward. Jack exhaled and looked at Anya and then out to the water.
'What do you want, love?' he asked looking down into her now dark green eyes. That caught her by surprise. 'Do you want us to run?' he asked stepping forward so he was towering over her. 'Want us to get away to some far off island, settle down.' He said brushing a stray blonde curl from her pale face, which in turn made her breath catch. 'Want to stay with me there forever?' he asked, although his eyes showed much pain.
Anya felt as if time was at a stand still. She knew why he was saying all this. No way would Jack Sparrow want to stay in one place forever. But if he didn't help Gordon, he'd hunt for them, both of them. And as much as Anya wanted exactly what Jack said, she knew that it would kill him.
'Did you meet with him?' she asked looking away and moving past him. Jack turned as well and nodded.
'Just after I went lookin for yah I ran into him and his men. Everything's set. We sail to El Dorado tomorrow.' He held up a yellow, parchment which Anya assumed was the map. Anya nodded her understanding.
'And where does that leave me?' she asked as he walked forward, slinging his 'effects' into the life boat and gesturing for her to get in.
'Well, if you behave and don't do anything stupid, you may just get out of this alive.' She was about to climb in when he stopped her and then gestured for her to help push. She glared at him. No gentleman would have made her help him. But she sighed and began to push. As the tide caught it, Anya jumped in and Jack ran along until he too leapt into the boat. Anya was wringing the salt water out of her dress when she felt Jack's heavy coat being placed around her freezing body. She turned and looked at him as he leant back against the stern, searching for the paddle.
'So things will be okay?' she said, smiling up at him, her green eyes glowing slightly. Jack hesitated, feeling the pit of his stomach tighten and his whole body became warm. Just that one simple act excited him more than anything with Sienna ever had. And that was a problem.
'Things'll be okay, love.'
'Promise.' Anya said, moving closer. Jack breathed out but maintained his nonchalant exterior, although he wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them. Ever since she'd put on that dress, all he'd wanted was to have her, all of her, all to himself, no sharing, not with anyone. He wanted her for just him. 'Jack?' she said looking at him strangely, placing on hand on his knee. He jumped and almost fell over the side of the boat. 'What is wrong with you?' she asked as he fell back down against the stern.
'Nothing, love. Nothing at all.' What was he saying? Everything was wrong. But for some strange reason, he liked it that way.
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'Home sweet home.' Anya said as she threw the door to Jack's lodgings open. She walked inside and looked around. She was shortly followed by Jack who swaggered toward the bed and fell across it. Anya smiled and walked over to him, her hands on her hips. 'Jack, can I ask you something?' he sat up and sighed deeply before taking off his hat and throwing it onto the chair next to the bed. He got up and shed his coat, ignoring Anya. She flushed, somewhat angry but supposed he was deep in thought and was probably very stressed and shrugged it off. Instead she decided on another tactic.
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What am I thinking? Jack thought to himself as he threw his coat over to wear he had thrown his hat. She's nineteen, a babe, a child, and you can't stop thinking of her, the way she'd feel, the way she'd taste.
Jack tensed as he felt delicate fingers drum his chest. It wasn't painful, oh no quite the opposite, it ran through his whole body. He felt his eyes droop shut as Anya's body heat radiated against his back, and her hands danced along his chest.
'Does it hurt?' she asked, from what seemed like far away in Jack's mind. The glass beads and trinkets in his hair jingled as his head tilted back slightly, mumbling something about it feeling fine. Her hands drifted a little lower, to his abdomen and she rubbed it soothingly. 'How about that?' she asked pressing her left cheek in-between his shoulder blades. Jack thought he groaned, if not allowed, at least in his mind. His heart was beating so fast, he wondered if it wouldn't just pound out of his chest. Suddenly their was a small pain and he did let out a groan, but the pain only intensified his feelings…
Suddenly Anya's hands withdrew, and Jack's eyes snapped open. He didn't like their absence one bit, and it had been far too long since a woman had touched him like that. But he was not completely out of luck (Captain Jack Sparrow is NEVER out of luck). Anya came around, her brow furrowed as if in concern. She stood in front of him, looking at his chest, while he looked at her, with intense dark eyes.
She put her right hand and let it drift softly down his throat, down the middle of his chest until she stopped and gently applied pressure. Jack flinched and a look of pain flickered across his face. Anya hesitated and then her hands flew to the buttons of his white cotton shirt. But as she began to unfasten the second one, Jack's hands grabbed hers and held them tight as he looked at her. To say the least he looked a little shocked and surprised.
'What are ya doin love?' he asked, his voice coming out gruff and throaty. She smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly.
'Checking your injury.' She said with a smirk. 'What did you thing I was doing?' Jack released her hands, but took a few steps back. 'Jack?' she said as he turned toward the bed.
'I'm fine pet. No need to worry bout this old pirate.' He said trying to calm his body down after all the heat that had passed those few moments. Anya would not be discouraged so easily and she moved to turn him around.
'Don't be an idiot. You're not that old, and you're not that fine either. I can tell. This should have healed by now.' She said making to unbutton his shirt again, but he slapped her hands away. 'Ouch!' she said looking at Jack incredulously. 'Since when do pirates slap!' she teased, but his face was for once very serious. 'Jack, I just want to make sure you're okay! Stop being such a big baby!' she said laughingly.
Jack contemplated this for a moment. He was not a baby! And he had to prove that… besides he wasn't so opposed to the idea of her hands on his bare chest. 'Fine.' He muttered, and Anya smiled at her conquest. She began to unbutton his shirt again, and inch by inch his brown, well muscled chest came into view.
Jack couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as his shirt was removed, and Anya's mouth hung open at the sight of it. It gave him a bit of a charge… but no that was bad! Well, good, for certain things, but no! Not with her! She was different!
'Well?' Jack said, trying to speed things along. Anya seemed to regain her composure and stepped close, so she was only a bout an inch away, and her hands found their way to the shrinking bruise on his abdomen. She brushed it, so lightly Jack barely felt it, and so much so that it sent a chill through his body. When he opened his eyes, he was looking straight into bright green pools of light.
'Looks good.' She said still staring at him, unwaveringly. Neither spoke for a few moments, and yet all that needed to be said was being said at that very minute.
Anya's hands crept back up his chest, up his neck and into the dreaded inky black hair. She studied one of the beaded strands and smiled. Jack kept staring at her, completely confused as to what she was doing. Then her eyes went back to his and her smile disappeared. Her hands then braced the back of his head.
'Love, what're ya – '
'Just shut up for once, Sparrow.' She said before bringing his head down and kissing his deeply, not at all sweetly or innocently.
Jack's hand instinctively weaved down to her waist, pulling her forward that extra inch, pressing her to his bare skin. His other hand dragged through her golden tresses, so easily they could have been silk. Then the kiss slowed into something more loving, tender. It was not so intense and passionate, but slow and patient. Anya felt like she might melt if he hadn't been holding her. And everything that Jack had been worrying about had left his mind so quickly. At least for a few moments.
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YAHOO!!! Okay, some very sensual stuff in here, and u should all know I am a very modest person, so this was VERY difficult for me, so if it sucked, I'M SORRY! Lol… umm… kinda thinking of doing an R rated chapter, cept I don't think I can write something like that… any volunteers?
Haha, if there is a slightly lemony scene, my friend Fonzi Deuce (she wanted a nick name, I don't kno… something to do with her hair!) has volunteered to be a good sport… so there mite be one chapter written by her… just a heads up… yeah so what did everyone think… this time I REALLY WONT update if I don't get longer reviews… common guys, its not THAT hard… special shout out to Teresa (jacksgal) cuz she's an awesome reviewer (thnx T for the looong review!) Anyhoo… that's about it…. I wonder if anything is gonna happen?? Lol we'll see!
Love ya guys!!
~* STOKES *~