I am sooooo sorry this took so long. I've got a lot on my plate with
school, homework, school play, French club and just getting my much needed
6-7 hours of sleepiness. But I've managed to pull out a few moments for
this. (Actually I'm skipping dinner to do this, so you all had better
review ^-^)
Anyway, Here's the next chapter. Oh yea and there is an email list. If you want me to email you with updates (however few and far between they are) add your email to your review. I don't want to search the seven seas for it, ar-ar-ar-ar-ar.... Ahem.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Prolly never will be. Thank you karma. Ok Chapter. Now. Go.
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"What do you mean, Jack," said Elizabeth, knowing exactly what he meant. Not quite minding the way his eyes slipped up and down her body as much as she ought to.
"Oh nothing. Nothing..." he said not sounding as convinced as he had meant to.
She sat on the bed at his feet, absently picking lint and flicking at specs on the sheet. "It must've meant something, otherwise you never would've said it."
"It meant...tomorrow is going to be hard with stealing a ship, er commandeering, and trying to avoid you're bloody friend Norrington, and... um..." /trying not to fuck your brains out for another thirty seconds at least/ his mind instantly supplied for him. Though it was true, he decided that if he said it, he would probably get kicked out of his only house on this bloody island, or maybe get a slap in the face. Or quite probably both. Simultaneously. /Or get banged right here right now/ his mind, seeming to be somewhat out of his control, quickly added to the 'or' list.
"Jack." Elizabeth snapped him out of his argument with his mind. "Is something wrong?"
"Not really, love. But I think something isn't...quite.....right......" His mind seemed to be winning this battle they were having, and before he knew it, his lips were just touching hers. Just like earlier that day.
"Jack." Elizabeth said calmly. Her cool tone surprised even herself. "I'm going to have to ask you not to do that. That's the second time, am I right? I'm supposed to be married. I-" she was suddenly cut off by two course fingers on her lips.
"I get it, love." He looked almost sad. Almost sad like he had when he first walked in and saw she was going to be married. Same kind of sad as when she mentioned that she was Will's and should've been a Turner as of right now. But she was shushed by his finger.
"And that's another thing, Mr. Sparrow," her voice and anger rising. "What makes you think you can just waltz in here and assume that every woman you see will just...want to..." her voice trailed off. What was it about his eyes? They were just brown. Brown eyes. She leaned toward those brown eyes, and before she could stop herself, she was kissing a man who wasn't Will
And it was incredible.
The passion of Jack's mouth upon hers was just so overwhelming tears came to her eyes and she squeezed them tighter. This was a good thing for Jack, because tears were threatening to breach his eyelids and we couldn't have that. Or at least we couldn't have Elizabeth see that.
When they finally pulled away, Jack couldn't help but smile and say, "Miss Swann, What makes you think that every Jack Sparrow you see will just want to-" he was abruptly silenced by a loud clap. He suddenly realized that he was looking at the wall that used to be to his left and that clap was Elizabeth's hand on his cheek.
"Ouch!" he said. Non-believably. It hadn't hurt. But it usually made the women happier if their violent outbursts were rewarded. He turned toward Elizabeth to see if she was over that little outburst. She was gone. "SHIT!!" He shouted. Then clapped a hand over his mouth realizing that, once again, he had presented his voice for people to hear that probably shouldn't. Fortunately, no one heard.
Elizabeth was out in the hall now. She hadn't really been offended by what Jack had said. She just needed to get out of there before things got further than they had.
They HAD.
They HAD kissed. Not so much that, but they kissed like Elizabeth and Will had never even come close to. How was she supposed to ever go back to the way William had loved her after just that. Her breaths became shaky. She was about to cry. She ducked into the bathroom, which was more or less soundproof, and pulled open the curtain to let the soft moonlight in.
She glanced at her figure in the full-length mirror. Her shaking grew worse, and her lip quivered. Tears started to spill silently down her face. She sniffled and sat on the toilet seat and allowed herself to sob.
After five minutes she composed herself, checking herself in the mirror, and walked back to her bedroom.
Will was still sleeping. Smiling softly as he slept, in fact. She slipped in beside him. He woke into semi-conciseness and murmured a soft, "ello, love" before sighing and going back deeply into sleep.
Soft, kind, safe Will. Will who would never be hanged for anything that he ever did or would do (save for that one time he helped Jack escape from the gallows, but that was justified). Will, who would always be loyal to her and only her. Will, who had an appetite for love that she alone could fill. Will, who always listened and was always predictable in the best way. Will, who was the complete opposite of Captain Jack Sparrow. Then how could she have such mixed feelings? There has to be one she loves more.
Wait, who ever said she had to be in love with Jack? No one, that's who.
But she was having conflicting feelings. Maybe she only wanted Will for the security a marriage with him would offer? Maybe she only wanted Jack for the excitement of being with him would offer. Maybe both? Maybe neither? Maybe she would have to figure it out in the morning because it's hard to figure crap like this out when you're sleeping. Which is what she was doing.
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Sorry the chappies so short everyone. But this is how I'm going to try to do it from now on. Short chappies, and hopefully more often. Well, thankies to all my wonderful reviewers. I'm open to suggestions and I also need to take a poll: When the time comes for two peoples to have sex should I just be like,
"Then he climbed into bed. The next thing she knew..."
Or should I describe it? Or somewhere in between? I'm never gonna get to it unless you guys help me out. I only want what you want! Don't forget to sign up for email updates!! Just put your email in a review!! Sorry again for the tardiness!!
Anyway, Here's the next chapter. Oh yea and there is an email list. If you want me to email you with updates (however few and far between they are) add your email to your review. I don't want to search the seven seas for it, ar-ar-ar-ar-ar.... Ahem.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Prolly never will be. Thank you karma. Ok Chapter. Now. Go.
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"What do you mean, Jack," said Elizabeth, knowing exactly what he meant. Not quite minding the way his eyes slipped up and down her body as much as she ought to.
"Oh nothing. Nothing..." he said not sounding as convinced as he had meant to.
She sat on the bed at his feet, absently picking lint and flicking at specs on the sheet. "It must've meant something, otherwise you never would've said it."
"It meant...tomorrow is going to be hard with stealing a ship, er commandeering, and trying to avoid you're bloody friend Norrington, and... um..." /trying not to fuck your brains out for another thirty seconds at least/ his mind instantly supplied for him. Though it was true, he decided that if he said it, he would probably get kicked out of his only house on this bloody island, or maybe get a slap in the face. Or quite probably both. Simultaneously. /Or get banged right here right now/ his mind, seeming to be somewhat out of his control, quickly added to the 'or' list.
"Jack." Elizabeth snapped him out of his argument with his mind. "Is something wrong?"
"Not really, love. But I think something isn't...quite.....right......" His mind seemed to be winning this battle they were having, and before he knew it, his lips were just touching hers. Just like earlier that day.
"Jack." Elizabeth said calmly. Her cool tone surprised even herself. "I'm going to have to ask you not to do that. That's the second time, am I right? I'm supposed to be married. I-" she was suddenly cut off by two course fingers on her lips.
"I get it, love." He looked almost sad. Almost sad like he had when he first walked in and saw she was going to be married. Same kind of sad as when she mentioned that she was Will's and should've been a Turner as of right now. But she was shushed by his finger.
"And that's another thing, Mr. Sparrow," her voice and anger rising. "What makes you think you can just waltz in here and assume that every woman you see will just...want to..." her voice trailed off. What was it about his eyes? They were just brown. Brown eyes. She leaned toward those brown eyes, and before she could stop herself, she was kissing a man who wasn't Will
And it was incredible.
The passion of Jack's mouth upon hers was just so overwhelming tears came to her eyes and she squeezed them tighter. This was a good thing for Jack, because tears were threatening to breach his eyelids and we couldn't have that. Or at least we couldn't have Elizabeth see that.
When they finally pulled away, Jack couldn't help but smile and say, "Miss Swann, What makes you think that every Jack Sparrow you see will just want to-" he was abruptly silenced by a loud clap. He suddenly realized that he was looking at the wall that used to be to his left and that clap was Elizabeth's hand on his cheek.
"Ouch!" he said. Non-believably. It hadn't hurt. But it usually made the women happier if their violent outbursts were rewarded. He turned toward Elizabeth to see if she was over that little outburst. She was gone. "SHIT!!" He shouted. Then clapped a hand over his mouth realizing that, once again, he had presented his voice for people to hear that probably shouldn't. Fortunately, no one heard.
Elizabeth was out in the hall now. She hadn't really been offended by what Jack had said. She just needed to get out of there before things got further than they had.
They HAD.
They HAD kissed. Not so much that, but they kissed like Elizabeth and Will had never even come close to. How was she supposed to ever go back to the way William had loved her after just that. Her breaths became shaky. She was about to cry. She ducked into the bathroom, which was more or less soundproof, and pulled open the curtain to let the soft moonlight in.
She glanced at her figure in the full-length mirror. Her shaking grew worse, and her lip quivered. Tears started to spill silently down her face. She sniffled and sat on the toilet seat and allowed herself to sob.
After five minutes she composed herself, checking herself in the mirror, and walked back to her bedroom.
Will was still sleeping. Smiling softly as he slept, in fact. She slipped in beside him. He woke into semi-conciseness and murmured a soft, "ello, love" before sighing and going back deeply into sleep.
Soft, kind, safe Will. Will who would never be hanged for anything that he ever did or would do (save for that one time he helped Jack escape from the gallows, but that was justified). Will, who would always be loyal to her and only her. Will, who had an appetite for love that she alone could fill. Will, who always listened and was always predictable in the best way. Will, who was the complete opposite of Captain Jack Sparrow. Then how could she have such mixed feelings? There has to be one she loves more.
Wait, who ever said she had to be in love with Jack? No one, that's who.
But she was having conflicting feelings. Maybe she only wanted Will for the security a marriage with him would offer? Maybe she only wanted Jack for the excitement of being with him would offer. Maybe both? Maybe neither? Maybe she would have to figure it out in the morning because it's hard to figure crap like this out when you're sleeping. Which is what she was doing.
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Sorry the chappies so short everyone. But this is how I'm going to try to do it from now on. Short chappies, and hopefully more often. Well, thankies to all my wonderful reviewers. I'm open to suggestions and I also need to take a poll: When the time comes for two peoples to have sex should I just be like,
"Then he climbed into bed. The next thing she knew..."
Or should I describe it? Or somewhere in between? I'm never gonna get to it unless you guys help me out. I only want what you want! Don't forget to sign up for email updates!! Just put your email in a review!! Sorry again for the tardiness!!