Chapter Thirteen: Late Night Confessions
That night, Rachel went to sleep nestled snugly into Jack's embrace. He wanted so much to make love to her again. To feel his body pressed into hers. But it had been a hard day for her. He didn't want her to feel pressured. Her frustration at their inability to track down Jason's killer had been a sight to see. She cried with sheer anger as the remains of Blakely's crew were put back aboard their ship. So he held her and watched her sleep. Her actions of the day had impressed him. She had killed for him, apparently for the first time. She had fallen apart afterward, but pulled herself back together quickly when she needed to. And the savagery she had displayed when faced with Jason's death. He didn't know she had it in her. She seemed to be full of surprises. And all of them so far had been pleasant ones.
She moaned softly in her sleep. / / Here it comes, / / he thought. The nightmares were starting. He had been expecting them. Rachel had warned him herself. He held her closer, trying to give comfort without waking her, hoping to stop the dreams. But they were too far along, and too powerful. "No, Jack!" she cried, clinging to him.
"Rachel, luv, wake up now." He shook her gently. "It's only a dream."
She opened her eyes and looked at him, then clutched him feverishly, as if she'd never let him go. "Oh, Jack," she said, "it was so awful."
"I know, darlin', you've never killed before. It was bound to affect you."
"That's not it," she replied. "I dreamed I'd hesitated. My hand shook and I couldn't fire. Blakely killed you, Jack! And I let it happen!"
"No, my little tigress," he said. "You didn't hesitate. You killed him. And I'm still here because of it."
"Oh, Jack, I don't know what I would have done if he'd killed you." She held him even tighter.
"Easy on the goods, luv," he said with a smile. "A man needs t'breathe."
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Jack Sparrow," she said. She sounded terrified. He could understand the emotion. He'd been feeling the same way himself, lately. He'd never been more afraid in his life than he was of this girl. Any other threat he could fight, but this threat came from within. He was afraid of losing himself. Nothing had ever been more important to him than himself, but this girl was beginning to attain that importance. He was falling in love with her and he didn't know how to catch himself.
"I never thought I'd say this t'anyone, lass. But I think ye've taken me captive, and I couldn't even put up a fight. I never wanted to fall in love, Rachel. But I don't seem to have much of a choice in the matter. You're starting t'mean a lot t'me, girl. I can't deny it. Not even sure I want to anymore."
She tilted her head up so that she could kiss him. He responded with fervor, shifting his position so that he could better cover her mouth with his. The kiss was deep and their hands explored one another's bodies in perfect tempo with their dancing tongues. Rachel raised to her knees and Jack smiled as she lifted her nightgown over her head. He pulled her back down and began to explore the tender flesh of her throat. "Oh, no you don't," she gasped. "This time, it's my turn."
A/N: Sorry folks, but that's as far as it goes here, next chapter will be on Adultfanfiction.net only. Be back after that.
