Title: Dragonfly
Author: Muse a.k.a. Viorith
Rating: R for sexual content and violence.
Pairing: Will/OFC, Jack/Anna-Maria
Feedback: Hell to the yeah!
Archive: Ask first please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with PoTC, I'm just playing with them. I do own Sabine. So please ask if you want to play with her.
Summary: Sabine has loved Will since she was 16, but since his eyes were for Elizabeth only, she settled for his friendship. A year after the curse is lifted, Sabine now needs him to teach her the way of the blade so she can avenge her father's death on a man that once called himself his friend.
Note: "Words in italics inside quotations are spoken in Spanish."
Chapter 7
Will was slow to wake. Sabine had dozed off first, the exhaustion of her tears and her emotional state lulled her into a surprisingly restful sleep. It hadn't been his intention, he wanted to stay awake and watch over her against unforeseen dangers, or in case she needed him again. But the warmth the young woman radiated, and the comfort she never ceased to project to him, combined with his own exhaustion had the young blacksmith napping soon after. Coming to consciousness with a woman in his arms was a new experience for him.
Throughout all the times they slept together, not once had they slept intertwined as he found himself. She was facing him, her right hand curled to her chest, but her left hand rest on his chest. His own hands were both still around her body, a body that felt very soft and yielding in his arms. She breathed out, and her breath pushed against his neck were her face had been buried during the onslaught of tears. His leg was still around hers from his attempt at surrounding her with his body.
Slowly as to not wake her, Will loosened his hold on her. His leg was delicately raised, then set back onto the bed. Next he tried to remove the arm that acted as her pillow, cautiously pulling it away a centimeter at a time.
"Will," she murmured.
The one word stopped him; he looked to the soft face it came he expected to see those large brown eyes staring at him. He was surprised to find that she was still very much asleep. A slight frown creased his brow, was she dreaming about him? It could be the only explanation of his name being uttered, unless she wasn't truly sleep still.
He watched her closely, watching her face for the slightest trace that she was only pretending, and was in fact awake. There was movement behind her eyelids, but it seemed to be more from her dream, than from the effort of trying to keep them closed The air being pulled in and pushed out through her lips was in the deep rhythm of sleep. It wasn't before long that he stopped searching her face for signs of alertness, and started picking up other details.
The smoothness of her rich brown skin, the fullness to her bottom lip, the cheekbones that were so perfectly sculptured. He pulled back from her body, enough for his eyes to track down to her breasts. They were mostly covered by her dresses' neckline, but the definition of them couldn't be hidden under the material, and the memory of them from the night of Elizabeth's party was enough to have the blacksmith's body reacting to the woman in his arms.
He touched her face softly, his right thumb smoothing over her forehead and rounding down the left side of her face to her cheek. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers passed over her lips parting the bottom from the top. Kissing her hadn't been a conscious thought, but his lips claimed hers none the less. It was a soft press, a contrast to the desire to crush her mouth to his. The fingers that had touched her face so lovingly pushed through her hair, tenderly rubbing against her scalp. He felt the change in her breathing and the movement of her own lips under his, and knew when he pulled away, he would be staring into her dark eyes.
She looked confused, her eyes searching his for an explanation then dropping down to his mouth for what, more of the same? He felt her fingers shift from laying ideal on his chest, to lightly touching his throat and the answer was evident. She wants me to kiss her again, he realized and the thought made his body swell.
He took her lips for a second time, surprised by the eagerness in which he wanted to devour her mouth. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue running across the flesh before easily slipping past her parted lips. His tongue sought hers and delivered a teasingly light stroke that had her jumping in his arms. It took every ounce of control Will had not to roll Sabine onto her back and crush her under him.
Before he could lose himself complete, a rapping on the door interrupted the union. He pulled away from her, his eyes automatically moving down to her lips before locking with her dark brown eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the rapping again, this time louder than before.
"Don't move," he whispered, slipping from the bed to answer the door, taking a moment to compose himself before he opened it to reveal Drathers.
"We be coming into the port of Tortuga, Mr. Turner," he reported. "Is Mrs. Turner feeling any better?" It was obvious in the short time she had been on the ship the daughter of the Spanish pirate had managed to charm the first mate.
"Yes, Mr. Drathers, she is," he answered.
"My remedy did that trick, eh?"
Not waiting for an answer he nodded his head and departed to the top deck. Will closed the door and turned to see Sabine had risen from the bed and was pulling the dress and corset from the box.
"I suppose it is time for me to put this on?" she questioned. She met his gaze only for a moment before adverting her eyes, and moving behind the screen.
He wanted to explain his actions, the last thing he wanted between them was awkwardness. "Sabine," he began but she promptly cut him off.
"You don't have to apologize," she informed removing her dress and tossing it, so it hung over the screen.
She began slipping into the new dress, surprised at the ease of both the garment and the corset. Both of them provided a front closure making it simple to get in and out of. It wouldn't do for a whore to have her client waiting while she tries to shrug out of her cloths she mused working the fasteners of the corset before stepping into the dress.
"I wasn't going to apologize," he answered.
"Good," she concurred cutting him off again. "Then we need not discuss this matter further."
"Sabine," he pushed. He knew what she was thinking, and although he wasn't a hundred percent sure that he didn't kiss her in place of Elizabeth, there was no need for her to think she was just the substitute.
"Will please just forget that it happened," she begged. "I don't want to hear you were kissing me but thinking on her."
"And what if I was thinking on you?" he challenged.
"We both know that isn't true," she countered in a matter of fact voice. "I don't mind, really. In a way it's rather sweet," she didn't believe the words, but it was important that he not continue down that path. As it were she could pretend when he kissed her, it was her he was thinking about, she didn't want reality to ruin that. "You never told me who it is we are really meeting here?"
"Bloody hell," he sighed softly.
No matter how much he wanted to press the matter, he knew better. Sabine would only become severely pissed off and the last thing he needed right now was her not speaking to him. He would bring it up tonight after securing Jack's aid. It was just as well for him to wait. It would give him a chance to sort things out in his own head. Truth be told, he was as confused about his actions as she probably was.
"We're meeting Jack Sparrow," Will called.
"Are you sure he will be here?" she questioned fastening the buttons up the front of the dress.
"Yes, I sent a letter off a week ago asking him to meet me here so I could join up with his crew."
She had hoped it would look better, but with all the buttons closed and in place the neckline of the dress, along with the pressing of the corset gave the appearance that Sabine would fall out of the dress at any given moment. Never had her breasts been displayed so completely. Her nipples were barely contained in the tight material, so much so that she feared if she moved, let alone bent over they would come spilling out for all to see. In addition to that, the corset cinched in her waist and accentuated her hips. If her father weren't dead, the sight of her in the dress would have surely killed him.
"Ay Dios mio," she muttered and tried in vain to pull the neckline up to cover herself.
"Is everything alright?" Will questioned turning to face the screen. "Do you need some help?"
"No," she answered quickly still tugging at the material, "But I think you bought the dress to small."
"It's supposed to be revealing," he answered.
"Not this revealing, I'm sure."
"Let me see it," he requested, but when she didn't appear pressed. "Sabine?"
"If you laugh…" she left the warning open-ended.
She took a deep breath, but quickly exhaled it when she saw how it made her breasts swell further out. Tentatively she stepped from behind the screen, and Will's heart stopped in mid beat. Laughing was truly the furthest thing from his mind, since he was finding it hard to even breathe. The size of Sabine's chest had never been a concern before, of course he had never seen it displayed so completely before either. When he bought the dress… he had no idea. He stood gaping at her like a dead fish washed up on the beach, his mind completely void of any thought that could be considered cohesive. He wanted to kiss the perfect swells, to see if his lips found them as pleasing as his eyes did.
"Say something," Sabine requested fidgeting nervously.
He closed his mouth and swallowed, but still couldn't find the words to speak. The blood in his brain had been diverted to another part of his anatomy that had grown and was throbbing in his trousers.
"That's it, there's no way I'm walking around like this," she muttered with conviction turning to retreat behind the screen again.
"Wait!" Will cried, reaching out and grabbing her arm. He had to force his eyes to leave the brown flesh. Get a grip, mate. His eyes instinctively traveled back to her breasts. Not on those. "You look fine," he tried to say as nonchalant as possible.
"I look like a whore," she pointed out.
"Of course," her eyes narrowed, "But that's the whole point," he added releasing her arm.
Sabine shook her head, but made no attempt to seek the solace the screen offered. Instead she folded her arms, hiding her cleavage from view. "I do not think this is a good idea."
"You'll do fine," he assured although in honesty, the blacksmith was starting to second guess himself.
He had no idea the dress would reveal so much of her, but then he had no idea there was so much of her to be revealed. It was obvious she wasn't comfortable and truth be told, he was becoming less comfortable with it as well. She wasn't his, but it sure felt that way.
"You look the part," he pulled her arms down, "Now all you have to do is play the part." On their own accord, his eyes strayed downward again and gave a subconscious longing look. "I had no idea you were so well endowed."
That one comment earned him a jab to his stomach that caused him to double over slightly. Sabine glared at him and began muttering in Spanish before gathering her discarded dress and placing it neatly into her suitcase. He watched her, fully aware that his feelings for her were metamorphosing. He wondered how far he would have let it go had Drathers not interrupted them.
Will picked up his sword and fitted the belt around his waist, trying to ignore the uncomfortable bulge in the crotch of his pants. Everytime it died down one glance in Sabine's direction was enough to flare it up again.
He approached her from behind, and grabbed her arm, forcing her to face him. Before she could speak, he was forcing her lips apart. His tongue delved into the untouched recesses of her mouth. He stroked against her hard palette her gums, and her teeth. He let his tongue probe as deep as possible dancing it against hers. Each flick of the muscles elicited a moan from her.
One hand threaded through her loose raven locks to the back of her head, trapping her lips to his, the other claimed her breast as his possession. He pushed the material of the dress down and exposed the dark brown nipple…
"Will?" Sabine called snapping her fingers before his eyes and staring at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
He blinked several times before slowly focusing on her. It took a moment to gather his composure, and another several to realize the events had been nothing more than a vivid conjuring of his imagination. He took a deep breath and avoid her eyes as a deep blush set in his cheeks.
"I'm fine," he answered and cleared his throat trying to remove the husky need from it.
"Well, if you are ready, shall we?" she gestured to the door.
The intuitive smirk on her lips only severed to further embarrass the lad. Grumbling under his breath, he retrieved their bags and followed her to the upper deck.
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The boost of confident Sabine felt at being the temporary object of Will's affection had worn off by the time they reached the inn where they deposited their bags. And was completely gone by the time they reached The Stray Cat. Sabine remembered it from Will's tale of his journey. It was were Will had told Jack to meet him, where he had been taken by the pirate over a year ago in the quest to find a crew that would carry them to the Black Pearl and Elizabeth. It was just as rowdy as he described it over a year ago.
From her outward presence, Sabine appeared as adjusted to the place as if she had been raised there all her life. She knew, if she was to truly learn the life of a pirate she would have to learn to be less skittish, but her lessons hadn't begun yet, and internally she couldn't have been more terrified. She could feel her heart slamming in her chest, her pulse racing in her throat, and on more than one occasions wished she had a sword strapped to her waist along with the dagger Will had hidden in her right boot. The only thing that truly kept her from bolting was the strong reassuring hand around her shoulders.
It was a possessive and territorial act, and all the men in the pub knew what it meant… 'back off, she's with me.' Of course, both of them were fully aware that it wouldn't stop any of the men in the establishment from propositioning Sabine as soon as his back was turned. But it kept her a little more protected and made her feel a little safer.
Pockets of fights took place around them as the pair edged their way into the establishment. Will's eyes scanned the room in search of his query while Sabine tried to keep a watchful eye on the patrons. As Will had predicted, no one seemed to give the young woman a second glance, and in fact her dress could have been considered tame next to what some other women were sporting.
"Do you see him?" she questioned. Will frowned and shook his head, leading her further into the pub. "Are you sure he's going to be here?"
"There are three things Jack loves: The Black Pearl, Tortuga, and rum, and not necessarily in that order. He'll be here," he assured her a second before his eyes fell on the scalawag.
In one of the darkened areas of the bar sat Captain Jack Sparrow at a table with Gibs, Anna-Maria, and another woman. On Jack's lap sat a healthy voluptuous woman endowed with more than her fair share of breasts. Jack's arm was around her waist, his lips occasionally pressed to her ear, when they weren't attached to his rum pint. Gibs hungrily watched the woman's breasts that jiggled and bounced when she laughed. Anna-Maria looked as if any moment she would pull her sword and run both the woman and Jack through.
"Over there," he gestured first, then steered her in the direction of the group. "Let me do the talking," he added before they were at the table, dropping his arm from her shoulder and taking her hand.
"Ah-ha," Jack cried triumphantly when he put the mug down to see young Mr. Turner crossing the room. "Pay up Gibs, I told you he would show."
Gibs looked over his shoulder, his mug stopping in mid flight to his mouth. "I'll be buggered," he muttered.
After Jack told Gibs of the letter he received from Will requesting they meet him so he could join the crew, Gibs had wagered ten guineas the whelp wouldn't show. He knew pirates, and although Will had pirate in his veins, he didn't have pirate in his heart.
"Sorry luv you're going to have to shag off now," Jack instructed the prostitute and promptly shoved her from his lap so she landed in a heap on the floor.
The woman hurled a few expletives in his direction but picked herself up from the floor and went off in search of another client. Jack got to his feet when Will was close enough. He took the hand the blacksmith offered and pulled him in for a hug, pounding the young man's back enthusiastically.
"I knew you'd miss me, son," the pirate began, "Once the sea gets in your blood there's no denying her call." His eyes cut from the blacksmith to the woman standing behind him. None to gently he pushed his friend to the left and took Sabine's hand. "And who is your lovely friend?" he questioned giving a gold capped smile.
Sabine tried not to wrinkle her nose at the rum wafting from his breath. She was guessing he had been in the pub for the better part of the night, with a drink in his hand the entire time. He looked her over, but it was her exposed breasts that his eyes settled on.
"Jack Sparrow, Sabine Arroyo," Will introduced taking her hand from the pirate's grip.
"Charmed, I'm sure," Jack slurred. "Is the lady with you?" he questioned turning to Will.
"She's a friend," Will answered slightly confused. He turned his attention to Anna-Maria who rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat.
"Ah, well, I suppose you should sit yourself down, you can sit here, luv," Jack informed, patting his lap for Sabine, his eyes still on her breasts.
Still silent, she took the chair that put her between Gibs and Will.
"Anna-Maria, darling, would you be getting a drink for Will and his, mate," Jack placed a gold coin on the table and pushed it toward the other woman. She glared at the pirate, but snatched up the money all the same. "So… Will, your letter was nothing if not vague. What brings you to Tortuga looking to join up with my crew?"
"I need a favor," Will answered.
"A favor?" Jack repeated, "If memory serves last time you needed me help for a favor it almost cost me a stretched neck."
"I was also the one that kept your neck from being stretched," Will pointed out.
Jack took a moment as if recalling the events before giving a quick, "Right, you did."
Anna-Maria returned, placing Will's mug in front of him and slamming Sabine's down so some of the strong liquid sloshed over the side. The women exchanged glances, Sabine's one of confusion, Anna-Maria's one of a silent warning.
The young artist picked up her mug and took a large gulp of the liquid that quickly sent her into a coughing spell. Her eyes watered as the contents burned their way down her throat to land in her stomach. Jack's eyes never left the movement of her breasts.
"Rum, luv," he commented, "It'll help you grow big and strong… well bigger, as it were," he added.
"They don't talk," Sabine finally pointed out rejecting the urge to cover her naked torso with her arms and hands.
"Pity," Jack responded.
Sabine turned her attention to Will, wondering if the lech before her was really the same man that her friend had raved about upon his return. She also wondered how this scoundrel would be able to help her in her quest. From what she had seen, he was little more than a drunkard.
"So, Mr. Turner, what favor will you be asking of me?"
"It's a private matter," Will stated glancing to Gibs and Anna-Maria.
"I know when to sod off," the shipmate stated picking up his mug of rum and heading to the bar to partake in the company of the women there.
Anna-Maria on the other hand made no attempt to leave. "If we are to be taking her aboard the Black Pearl, as your first mate I have a right to know why."
Jack seemed to weigh that answer before shrugging in indifference. Will hesitated, glancing at Sabine before turning his attention back to Jack. He didn't know Anna-Maria that well, didn't know how much he could trust her, but if Jack was willing…
"Sabine needs to learn to become a pirate," Will informed.
Jack appeared intrigued, Anna-Maria amused.
"Her?" she questioned, "A pirate?"
"Piracy isn't something that can be taught, young missy. It is something you either have, or you don't," Jack informed, then leaned in close and asked in a hushed voice, "Why do you want to turn pirate anyway?"
"It's personal," Will chimed in quickly, "But you'll be compensated for your time and efforts."
"Come now, lad. I think you remember what happened the last time we kept secrets from each other, eh?" Jack pushed. He could smell a good story lying just under the surface and his mouth all but watered in anticipation.
"I need to learn to be a pirate so that I may avenge my father's murder," Sabine answered calmly.
That answer seemed to capture the pirates attention as he leaned back and consumed more of his rum. Will followed his lead, forcing the harsh alcohol down his throat. Although he didn't gulp it down like Jack, by the time he set his mug back down more then two-thirds had been consumed.
"Now there's a worthy cause. Who's the bloke you're seeking revenge on?"
This time she hesitated glancing to Will. She wasn't sure how much he trusted him, and wasn't sure if she should take the chance and reveal her queries name. If he disinclined their request, would he kept the newly learned information to himself, or was there some pirate's code that would have him alerting Jacinto.
"It's Dante Jacinto," Will answered.
Anna-Maria scoffed. "Are you mad? He'll kill you… both of you," she added. She looked to Jack, expecting him to have a similar mind on the matter, but he was leaning back stroking his beard.
"What's in it for us?" he questioned, his eyes tracking from Sabine to Will. "Taking on Jacinto isn't likely to be easy. What do we get out of the deal?"
"I thought you were his friend," Sabine stated.
"I'm a pirate first, luv," he replied and gave her what could remotely pass for a flirtatious smile. "I never do anything without a benefit to me self or me crew."
"I'll the gold I have is yours," Will answered.
"No offense, mate, but you're a blacksmith. All the gold you have wouldn't satisfy me crew."
"How about the treasure to La Samara?" Sabine challenged.
"She must think us for fools," Anna-Maria grumbled.
Sabine kept her face expressionless, alerting neither of the pirates that she understood the words that had been uttered. "You have heard the stories of the stolen treasure?"
"I've heard the rumors of the stolen treasure, luv. Every pirate has, but that's all they are… rumors. I'd rather take the pup up on his gold offer than hold my breath for La Samara's treasure."
"She has a map," Will offered.
"It's the reason my father was killed. He was one of the men that took the treasure, he and Jacinto," she added.
"And how is it that you have the fabled map now?" Anna-Maria challenged.
"Papa… Papa double crossed Jacinto. He turned him over to the authorities and kept the gold, burying it on an island off of South America. The map was left for me, the treasure was to be him inheritance."
"Sounds like Jacinto was just squaring up when he killed your father," Jack stated dismissively. "Your father broke the code when he—"
The rest of Jack's words were cut off when the contents of Sabine's pint splashed across his face. The mug slammed down on the table as Sabine stood with enough force to send her chair scuttling to the floor. "My father did not deserve to die. I did not deserve for my father to die." She barked.
"She's got spunk, that's good," Jack observed, wiping the liquid from his face with his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. "Although she wasted a perfectly good waste of rum, luv," he waited for her to settle back down in her chair. "Let's pretend, for a moment, that I believe about the stolen treasure. What's to say you have the map?"
Sabine reached into the folds of her skirt and pulled the map taken from her father's book. She ripped it in half, placing one half on the table in front of Jack, and keeping the other half in her hand.
"Once you teach me all I need to know ,I'll give you the other half."
Jack picked the map up and examined it before turning a mischievous smile to the woman across the table. "And what's to keep me from taking it from you now?"
Raising an eyebrow, Sabine stood and moved to the torch mounted on the wall behind her. She held her half of the map to the flame until it caught fire.
"Sabine, what are you doing?" Will questioned. He stood and tried to take the burning material from her, but found his coordination to be slightly off. By the time he reached her, the map was engulfed in flames.
"I don't need the map to find the treasure, you however, do," she stated plainly. "If you want to find the treasure, you will have to take us with you."
"Very well," Jack agreed. He stood and offered his hand, "We have an accord," once Sabine slipped hers inside he pulled her closer, "If you're lying, you'll have two pirates on the hunt for you, savvy?"
"You'll have to kill me first," Will chimed, giving Jack a very cool, very even stare. "Savvy?"
Sabine snatched her hand back, wiping it against her leg like she touched something disgusting.
"Tomorrow we sail," Jack stated. He grinned at Sabine, now that business was settled his eyes returned to her bosom. "Tonight… we drink."