Hey guys… K well, if ever there was a PG13 warning, IT WOULD BE HERE… um, not an R, sorry, I can't right smut for shit… but I listened to Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley when I was writing the kissy kissy scene… it's a really great song… if you want something to listen to, there's my suggestion! Anyway, happy reading… maybe some day I'll get up enough courage to write an R… but not today…
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Anya looked out into the star lit black sky and smiled as she stepped out of the thick forest. Just four hours earlier they had come ashore, and had come across a small settlement, abandoned by natives long ago. Gordon had handed her a dress, not tattered like the one Jack had given her, but white and soft and beautiful. He said it had been made by an old Bohemian friend of Captain Morgon's and was so cherished it was rarely worn. Anya stretched and yawned, feeling the warm night breeze engulf her.
Gordon's men were starting a fire, and Anya had been told that the crew of the Pearl were getting settled. After a week and a half of waiting, Jack and Anya were finally on the same "ground". Through storms and windless days and foggy seas Anya had never lost hope that she would see him again. Because he had made her a promise, she had fully intended him to keep.
She shook her head at the realization. Jack was all she really had in the world. Her family was gone, no family friends were left alive, or at least that was what she had heard. Jack was very important to her and Anya shuddered. She'd never depended so heavily on anyone in her life, and the thought of how much she needed him frightened her slightly.
'Anya!' she turned swiftly to see Anna Maria striding toward her up the small hill. Anya smiled and to her surprise, Anna Maria returned it. She stopped in front of her, looking at her strangely. 'I don't think the captain will care very much what you wear…' she said placing a hand on her hip. Anya rolled her eyes.
'This isn't for Jack… in a few hours we're going to the coordinates and Gordon insisted I wear this.' Anya said feeling a little uncomfortable.
'Change a plan actually…' Anna Maria said, placing her hands on her hips. 'You're tah stay with the Pearl's crew. We're goin' tomorrow night. Hunter's Moon. S'pose tah be extra mystical or something like that.' Anna Maria shrugged indifferently and motioned for Anya to walk with her toward the beach.
'Um… so…' Anya said jogging up beside Anna Maria. 'How has the crew been?'
'Sparrow hasn't been well…' Anna Maria said not turning to face her. Anya opened her mouth but she continued. 'Don't bother pretendin that that's not why ya asked.'
'Well… has he been ill?' Anya said trying to seem unconcerned, making sure not to look Anna Maria in the eye.
'No. Heart sick is all.' Anna Maria said as they walked along the shore, the tide slipping away. Anya looked up quizzically.
'Heart sick?' she asked, 'Why's that?'
'You're as daft as he is.' Anna Maria chuckled. 'I pity any offspring that come about from you two…Probably be thick as two planks.' Anya's cheeks tinted.
'I don't think that will happen.' She said crossing her arms and looking away. They finally began walking through the "pearl settlement", passing the crew. They waved to Anya and were giving her funny looks, which made her shrink away behind Anna Maria, who thought she was being a 'stupid shy git'. Anya was about to correct her and tell her that only boys could be called that… but she decided that she wanted to live long enough to see Jack again.
They finally stopped at a large log cabin. Anna Maria explained that Morgon had built it while staying with the native chief. They stepped up to the door, but when Anya turned around, Anna Maria was a meter away.
'Aren't you coming in?' Anya asked, frowning slightly. Anna Maria shook her head, her hands on her hips.
'Not interested in the love fest. Much rather drink with the crew.' She said starting to walk away. 'Good luck, shark bait.' She threw over her shoulder. Anya watched her walk away and then took in a deep breath, entering Jack's lodgings.
She looked around the room, which seemed to be empty of anyone. There was a large mahogany bed with a quilt in the middle, a dresser and a spindly chair. Candles were the only source of light, flickering as the air rushed in from the door. No Jack. Anya sighed walked forward a few steps looking toward something that was covered by a white blanket. It was the shape of a canvas. Anya frowned and was about to go to it when she heard the door close quietly, and the sound of boots scuffing behind her.
'Hello Jack.' She said softly, not turning to face him. She heard a deep chuckle and felt his hot breath on her back, and she let her eyes close dreamily. The feeling made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and she felt suddenly self conscious again.
'Can't fool you, can I, pet?' came Jack's lilted voice, confident as usual. Anya's eyes opened and she smirked, turning to face him. There he stood, looking as roguish and handsome as ever, with his tri-corner hat perched atop his dreaded inky black hair, his kohl lined liquid eyes taking her in. Her hair was loose as usual, but she had never looked so desirable.
'I guess you can't.' she replied, folding her arms over her chest. 'How was the voyage?'
'Long.' He said shortly, shrugging. She laughed.
'Yes, I suppose it was.' She admitted. 'What else happened while I was gone?'
'Well, Anna Maria nearly pushed me overboard twice, Gibbs fell asleep and nearly drowned in a mug of ale, Cotton's bird went missin and we spent half a day searchin the lower levels for the flamin thing-'
'Jack?' Anya interrupted, trying desperately not to laugh.
'What?' he asked.
'We've gone over this before… When are you going to shut up and kiss me?' she asked smiling as she stepped closer to him, her green eyes alight. Jack frowned.
'But you asked-'
'Hush up yah daft pirate!' She said smiling cockily, trying to imitate him, but failing miserably. She had waited far too long for him, to have him while away their time together.
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Jack flashed her a confident grin. 'Gladly.' He said closing the distance between then, encircling her in his arms, and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He felt her shiver against him, and her hands slid up his back, bracing at his shoulder blades. He smiled as he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, and he leant down, kissing her eyelids as gently as he could. Most girls were usually a rough tumble in the sack, but she was different and he wanted to make this night different.
It might have well been their last together.
'Jack…' Anya whispered, bringing her arms around his neck, cutting him off from her face as she brought her lips up to his ear and gently nibbled on his earlobe. She traced a path of kisses down his neck, listening to his swallow hard as she suckled on his tan flesh. His hand tangled in her hair, and his eyes closed as she gingerly pressed a few more kisses to his jaw line, then kissing his cheek, pausing in front of his face.
Jack's eyes opened and they stared into each other's eyes a few moments, the light twinkling in his dark eyes. Anya licked her bottom lip involuntarily, feeling her mouth suddenly dry up at the sight of him. Finally Jack lowered his face to hers and kissed her, his tongue running along her top lip, begging for entrance. Anya's lips parted slowly, and Jack gripped her small body, feeling as though this must have been the most innocent, yet most erotic thing he'd ever felt.
It was so simple, so gentle, yet streaks of fire shot to his loins and he had to fight the urges that were so strongly made by these small administrations. Anya's small hands softly cupped his face, so lightly he didn't know whether or not she was really holding him or not. He kissed her bottom lip, breaking away for a moment, letting out a breath. He opened his eyes to look at her, her green eyes so alight, they might have actually been green flames.
'Love…'
'Bed.' She said softly, smiling lightly, looking angelic as the candle light danced across her face.
'Ye're sure, love?' he said, praying to the lord that she wouldn't say no. His brown eyes never left her down-turned face, as a moment went by, and all Jack's hopes were dashed. But before he could break his embrace from her, a heartbroken man, she smiled and nodded, fiddling with a button on his shirt.
'Of course I'm sure.' Her face becoming serious, looking up at him. 'I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.' Jack smiled. Her honesty was both wonderful and painful, for reasons that struck at his heart. But he wouldn't think of that now.
'Alright love.' He said gently, before sweeping her up in his arms. She was not surprised by the action, and did not look away, not for a moment, but looked him right in the eye. He walked slowly to the large bed, before lowering her onto it. He then gradually lay down next to her, stretching out, just content with her being there beside him.
Anya however smiled secretively as she climbed onto of him, lightly pressing him into the mattress as she straddled him, looking at him almost possessively. Jack couldn't hold back a laugh at the predatorial look on her face.
'Don't need to fight fer me love. 'M all yours.' He said as she lowered herself down, still smiling. Her hands slowly crept up his chest and then onto his face. She looked idly at him, dreamily caressing his face. His cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his jaw. Jack was beginning to feel peaceful, his body alive with every small touch, no matter how short or light it was. 'What're yah doin' love?' he asked, his eyes opening. She smiled and shook her head, her golden locks tumbling down past her shoulders.
'Nothing.' She looked up. 'Just want to remember you. Everything about you. Like the way your nose slopes… how your hair feels…' she brushed a hand through his inky dreads. 'how your eyes sparkle…' she said, bringing her face down to his.
'Now love, yah don't have tah get all romantic… I'm not a eunuch…'
Anya grinned and her eyes lit up, one thing Jack didn't think he could bear to ever stop seeing. If those lights went out…
Before anymore sad thoughts passed through his mind she kissed the bit of exposed chest, and Jack quickly breathed in. Anya smiled, loving the reaction she was getting, as she began to slowly unbutton the rest of the shirt. Agonizingly slow…
'For the love of god, woman, can't you go any faster…' Jack ground out, Anya looking at him with almost an evil glint in her eyes. She smiled and began her trail… down from his right shoulder, to his collarbone, passing the tiny scar which was a remnant of they're first fight with the colonial ship. It seemed so long ago. She licked the mark, then blew cool breath on it, Jack's muscles tensing under such treatment. 'You'll be the death a me yet, love…' he said in almost a whisper. Anya continued to kiss and lick down his lean chest, down is taut abdomen, her fingers finally undoing the last button. As if each thinking the same thing, they both sat up, Jack quickly shedding the shirt. Anya looked at him, her hand softly creeping up every part of his lean stomach, her eyes wide in appreciation.
Jack's fingers, literally danced up her arm, halting at the loose side straps of her bohemian dress. He looked at her again, asking her one final time if this was what she wanted. Anya responded by placing on of her hands over his and pushing it down her arm, dragging the dress down with it. Jack smiled, silently praising god for creating someone so perfect, and for leading her to him, despite him being a weathered swashbuckler.
'You're lovely.' He said, his eyes sweeping over her small frame. She was perfectly curved, well rounded chest, and her skin was so pale yet so soft to the touch. She was sitting in his lap, a leg either side of him, smiling as blush crept up into her cheeks. Jack gently kissed her, slowly pulling her closer to him so that they were skin to skin. He felt so hot against her that she wondered if he was sweating. She broke away for a moment and hesitated, simply staring at him.
Jack shook his head. 'What's wrong love?' he asked, his hands moving in slow circles on her lower back. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't come out. She felt like her throat was closing up and her lungs were tightening. 'Love?' he repeated, looking confused, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She leant into his hand, closed her eyes and smiled.
'I love you.' She said, not opening her eyes, too afraid of what he might say. Would he cut and run, leave her with Gordon and just sail away? Silence.
'What?' a harsh voice asked, as if he was totally blown away by what she had said.
'I said, I love you…' her eyes opened and Jack could see she wasn't lying, '…Captain Jack Sparrow.'
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Anya looked out into the star lit black sky and smiled as she stepped out of the thick forest. Just four hours earlier they had come ashore, and had come across a small settlement, abandoned by natives long ago. Gordon had handed her a dress, not tattered like the one Jack had given her, but white and soft and beautiful. He said it had been made by an old Bohemian friend of Captain Morgon's and was so cherished it was rarely worn. Anya stretched and yawned, feeling the warm night breeze engulf her.
Gordon's men were starting a fire, and Anya had been told that the crew of the Pearl were getting settled. After a week and a half of waiting, Jack and Anya were finally on the same "ground". Through storms and windless days and foggy seas Anya had never lost hope that she would see him again. Because he had made her a promise, she had fully intended him to keep.
She shook her head at the realization. Jack was all she really had in the world. Her family was gone, no family friends were left alive, or at least that was what she had heard. Jack was very important to her and Anya shuddered. She'd never depended so heavily on anyone in her life, and the thought of how much she needed him frightened her slightly.
'Anya!' she turned swiftly to see Anna Maria striding toward her up the small hill. Anya smiled and to her surprise, Anna Maria returned it. She stopped in front of her, looking at her strangely. 'I don't think the captain will care very much what you wear…' she said placing a hand on her hip. Anya rolled her eyes.
'This isn't for Jack… in a few hours we're going to the coordinates and Gordon insisted I wear this.' Anya said feeling a little uncomfortable.
'Change a plan actually…' Anna Maria said, placing her hands on her hips. 'You're tah stay with the Pearl's crew. We're goin' tomorrow night. Hunter's Moon. S'pose tah be extra mystical or something like that.' Anna Maria shrugged indifferently and motioned for Anya to walk with her toward the beach.
'Um… so…' Anya said jogging up beside Anna Maria. 'How has the crew been?'
'Sparrow hasn't been well…' Anna Maria said not turning to face her. Anya opened her mouth but she continued. 'Don't bother pretendin that that's not why ya asked.'
'Well… has he been ill?' Anya said trying to seem unconcerned, making sure not to look Anna Maria in the eye.
'No. Heart sick is all.' Anna Maria said as they walked along the shore, the tide slipping away. Anya looked up quizzically.
'Heart sick?' she asked, 'Why's that?'
'You're as daft as he is.' Anna Maria chuckled. 'I pity any offspring that come about from you two…Probably be thick as two planks.' Anya's cheeks tinted.
'I don't think that will happen.' She said crossing her arms and looking away. They finally began walking through the "pearl settlement", passing the crew. They waved to Anya and were giving her funny looks, which made her shrink away behind Anna Maria, who thought she was being a 'stupid shy git'. Anya was about to correct her and tell her that only boys could be called that… but she decided that she wanted to live long enough to see Jack again.
They finally stopped at a large log cabin. Anna Maria explained that Morgon had built it while staying with the native chief. They stepped up to the door, but when Anya turned around, Anna Maria was a meter away.
'Aren't you coming in?' Anya asked, frowning slightly. Anna Maria shook her head, her hands on her hips.
'Not interested in the love fest. Much rather drink with the crew.' She said starting to walk away. 'Good luck, shark bait.' She threw over her shoulder. Anya watched her walk away and then took in a deep breath, entering Jack's lodgings.
She looked around the room, which seemed to be empty of anyone. There was a large mahogany bed with a quilt in the middle, a dresser and a spindly chair. Candles were the only source of light, flickering as the air rushed in from the door. No Jack. Anya sighed walked forward a few steps looking toward something that was covered by a white blanket. It was the shape of a canvas. Anya frowned and was about to go to it when she heard the door close quietly, and the sound of boots scuffing behind her.
'Hello Jack.' She said softly, not turning to face him. She heard a deep chuckle and felt his hot breath on her back, and she let her eyes close dreamily. The feeling made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and she felt suddenly self conscious again.
'Can't fool you, can I, pet?' came Jack's lilted voice, confident as usual. Anya's eyes opened and she smirked, turning to face him. There he stood, looking as roguish and handsome as ever, with his tri-corner hat perched atop his dreaded inky black hair, his kohl lined liquid eyes taking her in. Her hair was loose as usual, but she had never looked so desirable.
'I guess you can't.' she replied, folding her arms over her chest. 'How was the voyage?'
'Long.' He said shortly, shrugging. She laughed.
'Yes, I suppose it was.' She admitted. 'What else happened while I was gone?'
'Well, Anna Maria nearly pushed me overboard twice, Gibbs fell asleep and nearly drowned in a mug of ale, Cotton's bird went missin and we spent half a day searchin the lower levels for the flamin thing-'
'Jack?' Anya interrupted, trying desperately not to laugh.
'What?' he asked.
'We've gone over this before… When are you going to shut up and kiss me?' she asked smiling as she stepped closer to him, her green eyes alight. Jack frowned.
'But you asked-'
'Hush up yah daft pirate!' She said smiling cockily, trying to imitate him, but failing miserably. She had waited far too long for him, to have him while away their time together.
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Jack flashed her a confident grin. 'Gladly.' He said closing the distance between then, encircling her in his arms, and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He felt her shiver against him, and her hands slid up his back, bracing at his shoulder blades. He smiled as he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, and he leant down, kissing her eyelids as gently as he could. Most girls were usually a rough tumble in the sack, but she was different and he wanted to make this night different.
It might have well been their last together.
'Jack…' Anya whispered, bringing her arms around his neck, cutting him off from her face as she brought her lips up to his ear and gently nibbled on his earlobe. She traced a path of kisses down his neck, listening to his swallow hard as she suckled on his tan flesh. His hand tangled in her hair, and his eyes closed as she gingerly pressed a few more kisses to his jaw line, then kissing his cheek, pausing in front of his face.
Jack's eyes opened and they stared into each other's eyes a few moments, the light twinkling in his dark eyes. Anya licked her bottom lip involuntarily, feeling her mouth suddenly dry up at the sight of him. Finally Jack lowered his face to hers and kissed her, his tongue running along her top lip, begging for entrance. Anya's lips parted slowly, and Jack gripped her small body, feeling as though this must have been the most innocent, yet most erotic thing he'd ever felt.
It was so simple, so gentle, yet streaks of fire shot to his loins and he had to fight the urges that were so strongly made by these small administrations. Anya's small hands softly cupped his face, so lightly he didn't know whether or not she was really holding him or not. He kissed her bottom lip, breaking away for a moment, letting out a breath. He opened his eyes to look at her, her green eyes so alight, they might have actually been green flames.
'Love…'
'Bed.' She said softly, smiling lightly, looking angelic as the candle light danced across her face.
'Ye're sure, love?' he said, praying to the lord that she wouldn't say no. His brown eyes never left her down-turned face, as a moment went by, and all Jack's hopes were dashed. But before he could break his embrace from her, a heartbroken man, she smiled and nodded, fiddling with a button on his shirt.
'Of course I'm sure.' Her face becoming serious, looking up at him. 'I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.' Jack smiled. Her honesty was both wonderful and painful, for reasons that struck at his heart. But he wouldn't think of that now.
'Alright love.' He said gently, before sweeping her up in his arms. She was not surprised by the action, and did not look away, not for a moment, but looked him right in the eye. He walked slowly to the large bed, before lowering her onto it. He then gradually lay down next to her, stretching out, just content with her being there beside him.
Anya however smiled secretively as she climbed onto of him, lightly pressing him into the mattress as she straddled him, looking at him almost possessively. Jack couldn't hold back a laugh at the predatorial look on her face.
'Don't need to fight fer me love. 'M all yours.' He said as she lowered herself down, still smiling. Her hands slowly crept up his chest and then onto his face. She looked idly at him, dreamily caressing his face. His cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his jaw. Jack was beginning to feel peaceful, his body alive with every small touch, no matter how short or light it was. 'What're yah doin' love?' he asked, his eyes opening. She smiled and shook her head, her golden locks tumbling down past her shoulders.
'Nothing.' She looked up. 'Just want to remember you. Everything about you. Like the way your nose slopes… how your hair feels…' she brushed a hand through his inky dreads. 'how your eyes sparkle…' she said, bringing her face down to his.
'Now love, yah don't have tah get all romantic… I'm not a eunuch…'
Anya grinned and her eyes lit up, one thing Jack didn't think he could bear to ever stop seeing. If those lights went out…
Before anymore sad thoughts passed through his mind she kissed the bit of exposed chest, and Jack quickly breathed in. Anya smiled, loving the reaction she was getting, as she began to slowly unbutton the rest of the shirt. Agonizingly slow…
'For the love of god, woman, can't you go any faster…' Jack ground out, Anya looking at him with almost an evil glint in her eyes. She smiled and began her trail… down from his right shoulder, to his collarbone, passing the tiny scar which was a remnant of they're first fight with the colonial ship. It seemed so long ago. She licked the mark, then blew cool breath on it, Jack's muscles tensing under such treatment. 'You'll be the death a me yet, love…' he said in almost a whisper. Anya continued to kiss and lick down his lean chest, down is taut abdomen, her fingers finally undoing the last button. As if each thinking the same thing, they both sat up, Jack quickly shedding the shirt. Anya looked at him, her hand softly creeping up every part of his lean stomach, her eyes wide in appreciation.
Jack's fingers, literally danced up her arm, halting at the loose side straps of her bohemian dress. He looked at her again, asking her one final time if this was what she wanted. Anya responded by placing on of her hands over his and pushing it down her arm, dragging the dress down with it. Jack smiled, silently praising god for creating someone so perfect, and for leading her to him, despite him being a weathered swashbuckler.
'You're lovely.' He said, his eyes sweeping over her small frame. She was perfectly curved, well rounded chest, and her skin was so pale yet so soft to the touch. She was sitting in his lap, a leg either side of him, smiling as blush crept up into her cheeks. Jack gently kissed her, slowly pulling her closer to him so that they were skin to skin. He felt so hot against her that she wondered if he was sweating. She broke away for a moment and hesitated, simply staring at him.
Jack shook his head. 'What's wrong love?' he asked, his hands moving in slow circles on her lower back. She opened her mouth, but the words didn't come out. She felt like her throat was closing up and her lungs were tightening. 'Love?' he repeated, looking confused, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes. She leant into his hand, closed her eyes and smiled.
'I love you.' She said, not opening her eyes, too afraid of what he might say. Would he cut and run, leave her with Gordon and just sail away? Silence.
'What?' a harsh voice asked, as if he was totally blown away by what she had said.
'I said, I love you…' her eyes opened and Jack could see she wasn't lying, '…Captain Jack Sparrow.'