Quote: There was no point in looking back. F*** no, not today, thank you
kindly.- Johnny Depp in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
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Jesse wasn't sure if she should slap him or what. She pulled away, out of his grasp, and looked down, trying not to blush. Nobody had ever been this...persistent. She was pretty sure he just wanted to sleep with her. "What is that suppose to mean?" "What do ye want it to mean?" "I hope it mean you're trying to scare the hell out of me." He snickered. "Did it?" She looked back up at him. "No." she lied. She was trying to keep her tough image up. He smiled knowingly and backed away a little.
"Ye think ye could, ye know?" he looked down and pointed at his chest and the wound on it. She sighed. Should she? I mean, after what he had just said/done he might think she was coming on to him. "I did yers. Ye could at least do mine." "Fine. And I never said I wasn't." She walked off to see where the Navy kept their medical storage and alcohol. She wasn't about to waste clean water on this guy. She saw Will leaning over the opposite side of the deck before she disappeared below.
She resurfaced with plain alcohol and a few pieces of torn cloth. Setting the things down near two crates, she called to him. "Take off your shirt and come here. He smirked again. She hated to admit it, but he was actually very handsome. "Aye, that anxious, love?" he said, removing his shirt. She would have jumped him then and there if she didn't know how bad the alcohol would hurt.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as he sat down. "You are...one in a million." "Ain't that a good thing?" "Since we'd all be crazy if there was more than one of you, I'd say yes." He laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say ye were insultin' me." "You don't know better, then." She put some alcohol on one of the cloths and tapped the cut. "Ay, watch it!" Jack hissed at her. She raised an eyebrow. "So you don't really want your wounds tended, you just want an excuse to walk around shirtless.
He smiled and put the cloth back over the wound. She had held it there long enough to make the sting die down before Jack put his hand over hers.(See, him getting hurt was something called plot development.)
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Yeah, it's short but it was the opportune place to end it. Yes, I realize she's quickly becoming a Mary Sue. But if you've stuck with me this long, obviously you don't care. Oh and all of you Orli-fans, I'm going to try writing a Legolas/OC fic. She'll probably end up a Mary Sue too, but I'm trying not to let her. More NPITC soon!
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Jesse wasn't sure if she should slap him or what. She pulled away, out of his grasp, and looked down, trying not to blush. Nobody had ever been this...persistent. She was pretty sure he just wanted to sleep with her. "What is that suppose to mean?" "What do ye want it to mean?" "I hope it mean you're trying to scare the hell out of me." He snickered. "Did it?" She looked back up at him. "No." she lied. She was trying to keep her tough image up. He smiled knowingly and backed away a little.
"Ye think ye could, ye know?" he looked down and pointed at his chest and the wound on it. She sighed. Should she? I mean, after what he had just said/done he might think she was coming on to him. "I did yers. Ye could at least do mine." "Fine. And I never said I wasn't." She walked off to see where the Navy kept their medical storage and alcohol. She wasn't about to waste clean water on this guy. She saw Will leaning over the opposite side of the deck before she disappeared below.
She resurfaced with plain alcohol and a few pieces of torn cloth. Setting the things down near two crates, she called to him. "Take off your shirt and come here. He smirked again. She hated to admit it, but he was actually very handsome. "Aye, that anxious, love?" he said, removing his shirt. She would have jumped him then and there if she didn't know how bad the alcohol would hurt.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head as he sat down. "You are...one in a million." "Ain't that a good thing?" "Since we'd all be crazy if there was more than one of you, I'd say yes." He laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say ye were insultin' me." "You don't know better, then." She put some alcohol on one of the cloths and tapped the cut. "Ay, watch it!" Jack hissed at her. She raised an eyebrow. "So you don't really want your wounds tended, you just want an excuse to walk around shirtless.
He smiled and put the cloth back over the wound. She had held it there long enough to make the sting die down before Jack put his hand over hers.(See, him getting hurt was something called plot development.)
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Yeah, it's short but it was the opportune place to end it. Yes, I realize she's quickly becoming a Mary Sue. But if you've stuck with me this long, obviously you don't care. Oh and all of you Orli-fans, I'm going to try writing a Legolas/OC fic. She'll probably end up a Mary Sue too, but I'm trying not to let her. More NPITC soon!