Anya woke in the middle of the night; coughing loudly and feeling the cool night breeze chill her to her bones. Her feet rubbed together in any effort to create heat but she was still frozen. These sheets Jack had were obviously meant for the hot Caribbean nights. But tonight there was a breeze and Anya could definitely feel it. Se began coughing again and it hurt her stomach as her abdomen tightened. It just can't get any worse, she thought to herself. Then Anya froze as she felt a lean muscular arm wind around her hip and start to full her backwards.
'What are you doing?' she asked groggily, still half asleep. Suddenly her whole back was warm as it came up against another body. She felt the grip around her hip tighten, but not so much that it hurt. Just enough to get her to stay there.
'Keepin you warm, love. You're freezin.' Came the lilted voice from behind her. Anya closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
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Jack lay quietly behind her, making sure that her stubbornness wasn't going to get her phenomena. But to his surprise she didn't try to wriggle away. She's just tired, he thought to himself, tired and sick. He waited and watched her for what seemed like hours, until her breathing became a steady pace and he knew she was asleep.
He let out a heavy sigh, thinking of what he'd said to her before, what he'd told Anna Maria. He didn't hate her. He knew he didn't hate her. But he didn't know how he felt about her. She was different from his 'friends' and crew. And she was definitely no one night fling. But Jack was running out of categories to put her in, and that wasn't a good sign.
Suddenly, he was shaken from his thoughts, as Anya began coughing again, and he could tell she was in pain. He again gave her a small hug, reassuring her someone was with her. But he hadn't expected her to slowly snuggle into his embrace, making it so that now his chest was right up against her back. Jack froze. Was she awake? Was this being done purposely?
She sighed and he could tell that she was still asleep. He hesitated before relaxing, letting his arms wrap around her, trying to keep her warm in the cold night. He let his head drift forward and rest in the alcove of her neck, her hair soft against his cheek, as he too fell asleep.
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Anya's eyes fluttered open as the hot sun burned a trail across her stomach. She blinked a few times and sighed, stretching across the bed. Then she noticed something. Jack wasn't there. She sat up and looked around the room but he was not anywhere in the room.
Probably off with his lover, she thought gloomily to herself as she pushed back the thin sheet. He's just taking care of you because you remind him of his sister. He doesn't care about you /that/ way.
Anya sighed as she slipped one of Jack's huge shirts on and began hunting for the old tattered skirt Anna Maria had loaned her, when the door was opened. But not by Jack.
'Oh.' Anna Maria said pausing at the door and looking at Anya with amusement. 'You landlubbers really are slugabeds.' She said before entering and closing the door behind her.
'Jack isn't here… obviously.' Anya said, trying to not look Anna Maria right in the eye. Anna Maria frowned and walked over to Jack's desk, hunting in one of the drawers.
'That's… fine.' She said, as she started putting things into the bag hanging off her arm. Anya watched her for a few minutes, her arms crossed over her chest, her hunt for the skirt forgotten.
'I know about you two, you know.' She said, not threateningly, just as if it meant nothing to her. Anna Maria paused and looked at her frowning. Anya turned to the bureau and started searching for the skirt.
'Know about us?' Anna Maria said, oblivious to what Anya meant. 'What exactly do you know?' Anya turned and shrugged, offering a meager smile.
'How you two are… well… courting or what have you.' She said shyly, as her cheeks turned bright pink. Anna Maria gave out a huge laugh, even slapped the desk, making Anya jump.
'Ya're daft! What in all of God's name would make ya think that?' Anna Maria asked, her laughter finally subsiding. Anya frowned a little.
'Well… I just assumed… well, when I saw you two kissing I just…' Anya again dissolved as she became shy again, and turned away, having finally found the skirt, and sitting on the bed. Anna Maria's smile finally fell away as she realized what she meant.
'Look,' she said, exhaling deeply, walking over to sit beside Anya. 'I was just makin a point. Sparrow and me would never happen, even if we were the last two on a desert isle.' She said explaining it calmly. Anya looked up from her lap, her eyes brightening a bit at the news.
'Really?' she asked, trying to sound indifferent. 'But then what point were you making?' Anna Maria shrugged.
'Well I knew you two had snogged,' Anya blushed scarlet again, 'and I wanted to show him that he feels something for ya. You know that man is a lunatic and an idiot, and he doesn't grasp concepts too well, if ya get me, aye?' Anya nodded a bit.
'He has feelings for me?' she asked biting her lip a bit. Anna Maria nodded.
'Oh yes… but ya see he doesn't know it yet… Sparrow's never felt anything other than hate, distrust, or lust for anyone before.' Anya grimaced. He must've had a hard life, never caring for anyone. 'But he seems to like you.' Anya looked down and smiled then looked up again.
'Why are you telling me all this?' Anna Maria frowned. 'I won't lie. I'm pretty much totally intimidated by you… and I always figured you hated me… so, why?'
'I don't hate you.' Anna Maria said frowning. 'Just don't get you I guess… sides, as much as I hate him, I want Sparrow to be happy.' Anya nodded.
'Yeah. Me too.' She looked up and smiled. 'At least we have one thing in common.' Anna Maria nodded.
'I still think you're shark bait though.'
'Fair enough.'
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Anya sat in the chair, leafing through one of the books Jack had in his bureau. Wasn't a half bad read either. Anna Maria had relieved her of her duties so that she could stay indoors and get well. Anya was immersed in chapter 12 when she heard the door close. She peaked over the top of the book to see Jack swagger in and hang his coat over the chair in the corner. He arched his back, his hands on his hips, as if his back hurt.
'Alright Jack?' Anya said lowering the book. He turned around and nodded. He then pointed at the book in her hands.
'S'my favorite.' He said smiling toothily. Anya laughed, but suddenly started coughing loudly, hunching forward. Jack walked forward quickly and knelt down by her. 'Easy, pet.' He said pushing her back against the chair again. Eventually the coughing stopped and Anya opened her eyes, to see Jack Sparrow… concerned?
'I'm fine.' She said weakly, trying to smile and wave him away. 'I'm tough.' She joked, flexing her small biceps. Jack snorted, shaking his head.
'Ya should be resting.' He said as he swiftly took the book from her and laid it on the table. Anya was about to protest when Jack turned back and swept her up, carrying her to the bed. She squeaked, surprised but as they neared the bed, she wished that he wouldn't let her go. He lowered her to the bed and laid her down. He winced.
'Jack, are you okay?' Anya asked, sitting up. He shook his head, forcing a smile.
'Fine, love, fine.' He said standing up, his hand going to his back. Anya shook her head.
'You are not fine.' She said kneeling in front of him and grabbing his shirt, pulling him onto the bed. He let out a grunt as he fell forward. 'It's your back, isn't it?' she asked as he lay on his stomach.
'I said I'm bloody well fine!' he said sitting up and glaring at her. She glared right back.
'You're not fooling me Jack Sparrow.' She said climbing behind him, much to his protests. She began massaging his shoulder muscles and his protests immediately died away, as she ground out all the tension, and eased away all thought. After a few minutes she began coughing again, so hard that she had to withdraw her hands and turn away from him. Jack snapped out of his trance and turned, taking her by the shoulders and lying her back down.
'You need your rest.' He said hovering over her, pulling the sheet over her shaking body. 'We may need to stop the Giant.' Anya's eyes shot open.
'Why?' she managed to ask weakly. Jack brushed the hair from her face.
'They have a doctor on board. Maybe he'll have somethin for that cough.' He said sitting back and looking at her, wondering what to do.
'Oh.' She croaked, bringing the sheet up to her chin.
'Now close ya're eyes and sleep a bit, eh pet?' he said getting up from the bed and swaggered back out the door. Anya was so exhausted from all the coughing that she did just that.
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Anya looked out the tiny porthole as the moon glistened on the sea. She had been asleep all day and suddenly had a burst of energy. Her cough had died away, and now only bothered her a little. It was well into the night and the cold breeze had returned, making the whole room feel like an icebox.
The door creaked open, and Anya shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She heard it shut quietly, and light footsteps. Jack was trying not to wake her. He failed miserably as he stubbed his foot on the leg of the bed, and shouted a profanity. Anya smirked and rolled over, still smiling.
'It's okay Jack. I'm wide awake.' She said sliding over so that there was room for him to climb in. She couldn't see him, the room was poorly lit. She could see his shadow move across the room, and she heard clothing being placed on the chair she knew was there.
He came into focus a bit as he came to the edge of the bed and slid under the sheet, wearing only his ragged pants. Anya was on her side facing him, her eyes watching him carefully. Jack smiled, knowing she was staring at him.
'So how were things on deck today?' Anya asked, feeling suddenly restless. Jack chuckled a bit under his breath.
'The usual. Scrub here, weigh anchor there.'
'How far are we along course?' she asked blinking rapidly.
'We're getting close, pet. So close I can smell the riches.'
'I didn't know riches had a smell… of course you do have more experience in that area…'
'I do.' He said shortly. A few moments passed in silence and it frustrated Anya that he wouldn't talk to her. She knew he was tired but Jack was always up for a chat… usually.
'I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking.' She joked. 'I don't think we need that doctor anymore.' At this Jack turned on his side to face her and she could see that he wasn't smiling. 'I was just teasing Jack.'
'Ya're going to see the doctor. Maybe ya feel better, but I'm not taking any chances.' He said, for once actually seeming stern. Anya shrugged.
'I guess you want to make sure your investment is safe.' She thought to herself. She then realized that she had said it aloud too.
'Is that what ya think? That ya're just some key to a treasure chest and mean nothin more to me?' he asked, perfectly serious. Anya felt like she could have kicked herself. Why had she said that? Now she sounded like such a bitch. But then she wiggled a bit closer to him so that she could see him more clearly.
'What do I mean to you?' she asked, testing the water so to speak. Jack tensed, she could tell and again she could have slapped herself. Why was she asking all these stupid questions? But it was too late to take it back now. She waited a little bit longer, dreading the answer.
'I don't really know love.' He said honestly. Anya nodded and closed her eyes, turning his answer over in her mind. She suddenly felt a wave of heat hit her, and when she opened her eyes, Jack was so close that she could smell him, touch him, lean out and kiss him. 'Sometimes you make me so angry I feel like throwin ya overboard.' He said with a loud sigh. 'But others…' he trailed off, smiling a bit to himself.
'Others…' Anya said, urging him to continue. Jack looked up at her and didn't say anything, just stared, looking at every aspect of her face. It was dark but he had her memorized. Rosy lips, pale skin, bright smile, golden hair, green eyes that seemed to see right through him. She was beautiful, but not in the exotic or fake, way that he had become accustomed to. She was real, natural, and suddenly that mattered.
'Jack?' she asked uncertainly, as he kept staring at her.
'Quiet love.' He said, hushing her. Anya frowned and was about to ask why when Jack placed one warm, rough hand on her cheek. Anya's eyes automatically closed and her mouth was left open, her words suddenly forgotten. His hand caressed her cheek and then pushed back through her hair. She shivered inadvertently, feeling as though he could see all her feelings and there was no where to hide.
Jack slid the few inches forward and nuzzled her small nose with his own. Anya smiled and sighed contently. Her hand crept across from her own waist to his side, where she stroked his bare skin softly. Jack's hand fell down from her hair, brushing lightly along her fair shoulder, and then cupped her chin, tilting it up toward him.
Anya couldn't have said anything if she tried. All this touching and caressing was making her dizzy. No one had ever touched her because she had always distanced herself. But he not only slipped over the barrier, he came crashing right through it.
Jack looked at her, her eyes closed, looking so angelic. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.
He kissed her gently, capturing her top lip in between his. She responded instantly, sucking gently on his lower lip. It was so simple, so gentle. Anya's hand ran up his back and into his hair, the trinkets jingling slightly as she pushed her hand through.
They broke away after a few moments, looking at each other.
'I'm sorry love.' He said, though he wasn't. 'Couldn't control myself.' His voice was low and almost a whisper. For a second he thought she would yell at him, like she had before. But she kept staring.
'I'm not.' She said softly her hand still nested in his hair. Jack opened his mouth but it was his turn to be interrupted. Anya lent forward and kissed the crook of his neck, sucking gently, loving how he tasted. She was officially addicted.
Jack's eyes closed and his hands braced behind her back feeling her warmth through his thin shirt, never wanting her to stop her administrations. It felt so soothing and yet it made the pit of his stomach swell. He felt her lick his neck, which drove him insane. How could she be so innocent and still have an overwhelming impact on him? How could she drive him so mad?
She continued to lick and plant little kisses all the way up his neck, press one more to his jaw and then she kissed his nose teasingly. As she began to pull away, Jack caught her mouth with his and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply. Anya was being smothered by all the heat, being crushed against his lean tan chest, his hands pulling her so close. The intensity of his embrace, of his kiss, of his scent, was overpowering her. If he hadn't been holding her, she might've fallen to pieces. He licked her lips and heard her moan softly. He pulled away and grinned devilishly at her.
'No, don't stop now…' she said with her eyes still closed, smiling foolishly. She had come undone in his arms and he couldn't stop now, or she would break. That's how deeply she felt.
'Don't intend to love.' He said about to move in for another passionate kiss. But as he neared her lips he heard the whistle blow loud and long. He stopped and Anya's eyes opened. Jack waited for a moment, his eyes darting from the door to Anya. Then, again the whistle blew and Jack screwed his eyes shut.
'Oh the bloody cheek of it!' he swore under his breath, though he did not know how he could do it. How was he supposed to leave her? She would hate him for leaving again, and he would hate himself. He needed this as much as she did. But he felt a soft hand on his cheek and his eyes opened and saw her smiling at him.
'Go on. I'll still be here when you come back.' She whispered. Jack nodded.
'Sorry, pet, I –'
'You don't have to explain,' she said lying back, away from him to remove temptation. Little did she know just how tempted he was, 'the sooner you leave, the sooner you come back.' She said smiling. 'You are coming back, aren't you?'
'Couldn't keep me away if ya tried.' He said as he sat up and collected his coat and hat. He put them on and winked, though he was not sure if she could see it, then opened the door and left, much to his and her regret.
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SEE I TOLD YOU THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE LONG!!! And it was… hopefully you all enjoyed… reviewing is in order, as usual… so yeah, they're TOGETHER!!! YAY!! After 14 chapters of waiting, YAY! You've all been very good and this is your reward! Oh yeah, the sort of steamy kissing scene… sorry if it wasn't good, like I said in a previous episode, I'm VERY modest and shy so its difficult for me to write that kinda stuff… so sorry if it sucked! But damn I wish I was Anya… lol! Anyway, review and I'll leave another chapter… s'how it works, y'know?
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'What are you doing?' she asked groggily, still half asleep. Suddenly her whole back was warm as it came up against another body. She felt the grip around her hip tighten, but not so much that it hurt. Just enough to get her to stay there.
'Keepin you warm, love. You're freezin.' Came the lilted voice from behind her. Anya closed her eyes and smiled to herself.
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Jack lay quietly behind her, making sure that her stubbornness wasn't going to get her phenomena. But to his surprise she didn't try to wriggle away. She's just tired, he thought to himself, tired and sick. He waited and watched her for what seemed like hours, until her breathing became a steady pace and he knew she was asleep.
He let out a heavy sigh, thinking of what he'd said to her before, what he'd told Anna Maria. He didn't hate her. He knew he didn't hate her. But he didn't know how he felt about her. She was different from his 'friends' and crew. And she was definitely no one night fling. But Jack was running out of categories to put her in, and that wasn't a good sign.
Suddenly, he was shaken from his thoughts, as Anya began coughing again, and he could tell she was in pain. He again gave her a small hug, reassuring her someone was with her. But he hadn't expected her to slowly snuggle into his embrace, making it so that now his chest was right up against her back. Jack froze. Was she awake? Was this being done purposely?
She sighed and he could tell that she was still asleep. He hesitated before relaxing, letting his arms wrap around her, trying to keep her warm in the cold night. He let his head drift forward and rest in the alcove of her neck, her hair soft against his cheek, as he too fell asleep.
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Anya's eyes fluttered open as the hot sun burned a trail across her stomach. She blinked a few times and sighed, stretching across the bed. Then she noticed something. Jack wasn't there. She sat up and looked around the room but he was not anywhere in the room.
Probably off with his lover, she thought gloomily to herself as she pushed back the thin sheet. He's just taking care of you because you remind him of his sister. He doesn't care about you /that/ way.
Anya sighed as she slipped one of Jack's huge shirts on and began hunting for the old tattered skirt Anna Maria had loaned her, when the door was opened. But not by Jack.
'Oh.' Anna Maria said pausing at the door and looking at Anya with amusement. 'You landlubbers really are slugabeds.' She said before entering and closing the door behind her.
'Jack isn't here… obviously.' Anya said, trying to not look Anna Maria right in the eye. Anna Maria frowned and walked over to Jack's desk, hunting in one of the drawers.
'That's… fine.' She said, as she started putting things into the bag hanging off her arm. Anya watched her for a few minutes, her arms crossed over her chest, her hunt for the skirt forgotten.
'I know about you two, you know.' She said, not threateningly, just as if it meant nothing to her. Anna Maria paused and looked at her frowning. Anya turned to the bureau and started searching for the skirt.
'Know about us?' Anna Maria said, oblivious to what Anya meant. 'What exactly do you know?' Anya turned and shrugged, offering a meager smile.
'How you two are… well… courting or what have you.' She said shyly, as her cheeks turned bright pink. Anna Maria gave out a huge laugh, even slapped the desk, making Anya jump.
'Ya're daft! What in all of God's name would make ya think that?' Anna Maria asked, her laughter finally subsiding. Anya frowned a little.
'Well… I just assumed… well, when I saw you two kissing I just…' Anya again dissolved as she became shy again, and turned away, having finally found the skirt, and sitting on the bed. Anna Maria's smile finally fell away as she realized what she meant.
'Look,' she said, exhaling deeply, walking over to sit beside Anya. 'I was just makin a point. Sparrow and me would never happen, even if we were the last two on a desert isle.' She said explaining it calmly. Anya looked up from her lap, her eyes brightening a bit at the news.
'Really?' she asked, trying to sound indifferent. 'But then what point were you making?' Anna Maria shrugged.
'Well I knew you two had snogged,' Anya blushed scarlet again, 'and I wanted to show him that he feels something for ya. You know that man is a lunatic and an idiot, and he doesn't grasp concepts too well, if ya get me, aye?' Anya nodded a bit.
'He has feelings for me?' she asked biting her lip a bit. Anna Maria nodded.
'Oh yes… but ya see he doesn't know it yet… Sparrow's never felt anything other than hate, distrust, or lust for anyone before.' Anya grimaced. He must've had a hard life, never caring for anyone. 'But he seems to like you.' Anya looked down and smiled then looked up again.
'Why are you telling me all this?' Anna Maria frowned. 'I won't lie. I'm pretty much totally intimidated by you… and I always figured you hated me… so, why?'
'I don't hate you.' Anna Maria said frowning. 'Just don't get you I guess… sides, as much as I hate him, I want Sparrow to be happy.' Anya nodded.
'Yeah. Me too.' She looked up and smiled. 'At least we have one thing in common.' Anna Maria nodded.
'I still think you're shark bait though.'
'Fair enough.'
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Anya sat in the chair, leafing through one of the books Jack had in his bureau. Wasn't a half bad read either. Anna Maria had relieved her of her duties so that she could stay indoors and get well. Anya was immersed in chapter 12 when she heard the door close. She peaked over the top of the book to see Jack swagger in and hang his coat over the chair in the corner. He arched his back, his hands on his hips, as if his back hurt.
'Alright Jack?' Anya said lowering the book. He turned around and nodded. He then pointed at the book in her hands.
'S'my favorite.' He said smiling toothily. Anya laughed, but suddenly started coughing loudly, hunching forward. Jack walked forward quickly and knelt down by her. 'Easy, pet.' He said pushing her back against the chair again. Eventually the coughing stopped and Anya opened her eyes, to see Jack Sparrow… concerned?
'I'm fine.' She said weakly, trying to smile and wave him away. 'I'm tough.' She joked, flexing her small biceps. Jack snorted, shaking his head.
'Ya should be resting.' He said as he swiftly took the book from her and laid it on the table. Anya was about to protest when Jack turned back and swept her up, carrying her to the bed. She squeaked, surprised but as they neared the bed, she wished that he wouldn't let her go. He lowered her to the bed and laid her down. He winced.
'Jack, are you okay?' Anya asked, sitting up. He shook his head, forcing a smile.
'Fine, love, fine.' He said standing up, his hand going to his back. Anya shook her head.
'You are not fine.' She said kneeling in front of him and grabbing his shirt, pulling him onto the bed. He let out a grunt as he fell forward. 'It's your back, isn't it?' she asked as he lay on his stomach.
'I said I'm bloody well fine!' he said sitting up and glaring at her. She glared right back.
'You're not fooling me Jack Sparrow.' She said climbing behind him, much to his protests. She began massaging his shoulder muscles and his protests immediately died away, as she ground out all the tension, and eased away all thought. After a few minutes she began coughing again, so hard that she had to withdraw her hands and turn away from him. Jack snapped out of his trance and turned, taking her by the shoulders and lying her back down.
'You need your rest.' He said hovering over her, pulling the sheet over her shaking body. 'We may need to stop the Giant.' Anya's eyes shot open.
'Why?' she managed to ask weakly. Jack brushed the hair from her face.
'They have a doctor on board. Maybe he'll have somethin for that cough.' He said sitting back and looking at her, wondering what to do.
'Oh.' She croaked, bringing the sheet up to her chin.
'Now close ya're eyes and sleep a bit, eh pet?' he said getting up from the bed and swaggered back out the door. Anya was so exhausted from all the coughing that she did just that.
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Anya looked out the tiny porthole as the moon glistened on the sea. She had been asleep all day and suddenly had a burst of energy. Her cough had died away, and now only bothered her a little. It was well into the night and the cold breeze had returned, making the whole room feel like an icebox.
The door creaked open, and Anya shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. She heard it shut quietly, and light footsteps. Jack was trying not to wake her. He failed miserably as he stubbed his foot on the leg of the bed, and shouted a profanity. Anya smirked and rolled over, still smiling.
'It's okay Jack. I'm wide awake.' She said sliding over so that there was room for him to climb in. She couldn't see him, the room was poorly lit. She could see his shadow move across the room, and she heard clothing being placed on the chair she knew was there.
He came into focus a bit as he came to the edge of the bed and slid under the sheet, wearing only his ragged pants. Anya was on her side facing him, her eyes watching him carefully. Jack smiled, knowing she was staring at him.
'So how were things on deck today?' Anya asked, feeling suddenly restless. Jack chuckled a bit under his breath.
'The usual. Scrub here, weigh anchor there.'
'How far are we along course?' she asked blinking rapidly.
'We're getting close, pet. So close I can smell the riches.'
'I didn't know riches had a smell… of course you do have more experience in that area…'
'I do.' He said shortly. A few moments passed in silence and it frustrated Anya that he wouldn't talk to her. She knew he was tired but Jack was always up for a chat… usually.
'I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking.' She joked. 'I don't think we need that doctor anymore.' At this Jack turned on his side to face her and she could see that he wasn't smiling. 'I was just teasing Jack.'
'Ya're going to see the doctor. Maybe ya feel better, but I'm not taking any chances.' He said, for once actually seeming stern. Anya shrugged.
'I guess you want to make sure your investment is safe.' She thought to herself. She then realized that she had said it aloud too.
'Is that what ya think? That ya're just some key to a treasure chest and mean nothin more to me?' he asked, perfectly serious. Anya felt like she could have kicked herself. Why had she said that? Now she sounded like such a bitch. But then she wiggled a bit closer to him so that she could see him more clearly.
'What do I mean to you?' she asked, testing the water so to speak. Jack tensed, she could tell and again she could have slapped herself. Why was she asking all these stupid questions? But it was too late to take it back now. She waited a little bit longer, dreading the answer.
'I don't really know love.' He said honestly. Anya nodded and closed her eyes, turning his answer over in her mind. She suddenly felt a wave of heat hit her, and when she opened her eyes, Jack was so close that she could smell him, touch him, lean out and kiss him. 'Sometimes you make me so angry I feel like throwin ya overboard.' He said with a loud sigh. 'But others…' he trailed off, smiling a bit to himself.
'Others…' Anya said, urging him to continue. Jack looked up at her and didn't say anything, just stared, looking at every aspect of her face. It was dark but he had her memorized. Rosy lips, pale skin, bright smile, golden hair, green eyes that seemed to see right through him. She was beautiful, but not in the exotic or fake, way that he had become accustomed to. She was real, natural, and suddenly that mattered.
'Jack?' she asked uncertainly, as he kept staring at her.
'Quiet love.' He said, hushing her. Anya frowned and was about to ask why when Jack placed one warm, rough hand on her cheek. Anya's eyes automatically closed and her mouth was left open, her words suddenly forgotten. His hand caressed her cheek and then pushed back through her hair. She shivered inadvertently, feeling as though he could see all her feelings and there was no where to hide.
Jack slid the few inches forward and nuzzled her small nose with his own. Anya smiled and sighed contently. Her hand crept across from her own waist to his side, where she stroked his bare skin softly. Jack's hand fell down from her hair, brushing lightly along her fair shoulder, and then cupped her chin, tilting it up toward him.
Anya couldn't have said anything if she tried. All this touching and caressing was making her dizzy. No one had ever touched her because she had always distanced herself. But he not only slipped over the barrier, he came crashing right through it.
Jack looked at her, her eyes closed, looking so angelic. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to.
He kissed her gently, capturing her top lip in between his. She responded instantly, sucking gently on his lower lip. It was so simple, so gentle. Anya's hand ran up his back and into his hair, the trinkets jingling slightly as she pushed her hand through.
They broke away after a few moments, looking at each other.
'I'm sorry love.' He said, though he wasn't. 'Couldn't control myself.' His voice was low and almost a whisper. For a second he thought she would yell at him, like she had before. But she kept staring.
'I'm not.' She said softly her hand still nested in his hair. Jack opened his mouth but it was his turn to be interrupted. Anya lent forward and kissed the crook of his neck, sucking gently, loving how he tasted. She was officially addicted.
Jack's eyes closed and his hands braced behind her back feeling her warmth through his thin shirt, never wanting her to stop her administrations. It felt so soothing and yet it made the pit of his stomach swell. He felt her lick his neck, which drove him insane. How could she be so innocent and still have an overwhelming impact on him? How could she drive him so mad?
She continued to lick and plant little kisses all the way up his neck, press one more to his jaw and then she kissed his nose teasingly. As she began to pull away, Jack caught her mouth with his and pulled her against him, kissing her deeply. Anya was being smothered by all the heat, being crushed against his lean tan chest, his hands pulling her so close. The intensity of his embrace, of his kiss, of his scent, was overpowering her. If he hadn't been holding her, she might've fallen to pieces. He licked her lips and heard her moan softly. He pulled away and grinned devilishly at her.
'No, don't stop now…' she said with her eyes still closed, smiling foolishly. She had come undone in his arms and he couldn't stop now, or she would break. That's how deeply she felt.
'Don't intend to love.' He said about to move in for another passionate kiss. But as he neared her lips he heard the whistle blow loud and long. He stopped and Anya's eyes opened. Jack waited for a moment, his eyes darting from the door to Anya. Then, again the whistle blew and Jack screwed his eyes shut.
'Oh the bloody cheek of it!' he swore under his breath, though he did not know how he could do it. How was he supposed to leave her? She would hate him for leaving again, and he would hate himself. He needed this as much as she did. But he felt a soft hand on his cheek and his eyes opened and saw her smiling at him.
'Go on. I'll still be here when you come back.' She whispered. Jack nodded.
'Sorry, pet, I –'
'You don't have to explain,' she said lying back, away from him to remove temptation. Little did she know just how tempted he was, 'the sooner you leave, the sooner you come back.' She said smiling. 'You are coming back, aren't you?'
'Couldn't keep me away if ya tried.' He said as he sat up and collected his coat and hat. He put them on and winked, though he was not sure if she could see it, then opened the door and left, much to his and her regret.
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SEE I TOLD YOU THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE LONG!!! And it was… hopefully you all enjoyed… reviewing is in order, as usual… so yeah, they're TOGETHER!!! YAY!! After 14 chapters of waiting, YAY! You've all been very good and this is your reward! Oh yeah, the sort of steamy kissing scene… sorry if it wasn't good, like I said in a previous episode, I'm VERY modest and shy so its difficult for me to write that kinda stuff… so sorry if it sucked! But damn I wish I was Anya… lol! Anyway, review and I'll leave another chapter… s'how it works, y'know?
Love, ~*~ STOKES ~*~
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