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 8

The sound of palm meeting flesh resounded in a humble room above The Stray Cat. Anna-Maria hadn't allowed the pirate to get the door closed tightly before she delivered her patent blow. It was far from the first time she had slapped Jack, and it was far from the last.

"You'll have to refresh my memory, luv. What exactly did I do to deserve that?"

"You were staring at women's breasts all night long," she refreshed angrily. Her small dark eyes glaring at him and daring him to deny the accusation.

Jack thought on her words for a moment before quickly shrugging them off and giving his best flirting smile. "Of course I was darling, you know I'm a breast man. Perhaps if you would just undo the first couple¼" Jack tried to unbutton Anna-Maria's white cotton shirt had got his hands slapped away for the effort. "Come now darling, you know I just look. Yours are the only ones I touch."

To emphasize his point Jack moved with speed and coordination that shouldn't belong to a man that consumed as many pints of rum. One arm snared Anna-Maria about the waist while the other palmed her left breast possessively. He gave a grin, knowing the amount of pressure he needed to apply to the soft mound to get the woman's body to respond, despite her brain's protest. She moaned her approval, a sound that only encouraged him to squeeze harder.

"So you think you can ogle women all night and I am to give into your appetite?"

"We're all adults here, darling," he stated, then dipped his fingers past the waistband of her pants to touch the wetness between her thighs. "And I don't think I'm giving you anything you don't already want."

Anna-Maria gave into her desires for a moment. She took Jack's face in her right hand and brought his lips down to hers. She took her time running her tongue against first his top lip, then the bottom one, before slowly slipping it into the depths of his mouth. His tongue battled against hers before claiming the upper hand and slithering past her lips. Again a moan was caught, passed from her throat and lost deep into his as he slowly backed them up towards the bed.

She hated the way her body responded to him. Hated that no matter how angry she became at him he was able to seduce her with hardly any effort at all. It hadn't been like that when they first met. When they first met she hadn't given a second glance to the man. Of course his cleanliness-- or lack of it-- had been a huge factor in their first meeting. It wasn't until after the first time he bedded her that she became lost, a slave as it were to her lust for him. Never in her life had she allowed a man to possess her so completely.

Some days she didn't mind it. Some days she even enjoyed being known as Captain Jack Sparrow's woman. It made her envied, and gave her an edge above the other whores of the towns they docked in. Privileges came with being Jack's woman. She found she didn't have to fight nearly as much as she had on her own. There were, however, draw backs to being Jack's woman.

His eyes wandered as much as his spirit did, and there was no telling whom they would wander to next. He swore to her he was faithful, but Anna-Maria knew monogamy was a trait Jack would never be guilty of. He would try it for a while, but she knew for a fact of two separate occasions when his body wandered as much as his spirit and eyes. Unfortunately for her, being known as Jack's woman, no man in his right-- or not so right-- mind dared touch her for fear of the pirate's retribution.

It was just as well, the only man Anna-Maria had an appetite for, was the one who's tongue licked against her throat. She loved him. She would never give him that power over him and declare it aloud, but she long ago admitted it to herself.

Jack's fingers resumed the earlier task of gaining access to the treasure below the cotton shirt his first mate wore. As more brown flesh became exposed, his lips ranged lower on her skin. His tongue licking a smooth path, while his lips closed around her flesh, suckling it, his teeth softly biting.

"What do you think of her?" Anna-Maria asked remembering the way Jack had stared longingly at Sabine's cleavage.

Ordinarily she wouldn't have cared, would have chalked the girl up to another whore Jack flirted with, and one he might possibly try to bed at a later return trip to Tortuga. But she wasn't being left behind; the little minx was coming with them. Will had named her as a friend, which in Jack's eyes, meant she was fair game.

"What do I think of who, luv?" Jack asked only vaguely aware she was talking.

With her shirt completely open, he wasted no time unbuttoning his to the point where he could pull it over his head.

"Arroyo," she supplied, her hands reached for the buttons of his trousers as he clumsily toed the heel of his boots and kicked them off. "Do you trust her?"

"I don't even trust me own mother, luv," he answered, reaching for her pants. "But I've heard tales of La Samara."

"You said yourself they were just rumors," she reminded out.

"Aye, but then so was the Pearl," he pointed out.

He looked as if her were about to elaborate, but the sight of Anna-Maria completely naked halted all thoughts that didn't include shagging her senseless. She opened her mouth to speak and promptly found her back shoved roughly to the mattress. Jack crawled over her, parting her legs and settling between her thighs.

"What's say we worry about what Will and his lil' friend are up to tomorrow," he suggested covering her mouth with his before she could respond.

Again, Anna-Maria's mind protest, but again her body's voice spoke louder, responding to Jack's kiss, to his hands, and to his body. Hopelessly, she gave into her desire and opened herself to him. He was right¼ tomorrow she would start to uncover just what Will's lil friend was up to.

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On the other side of town near the port, Sabine helped an inebriated Will stumble into his room. He collapsed onto the bed, chuckling softly to himself, while she latched the door and turned up the lanterns bathing the room in a warm yellow light. The chuckles slowly died down as his eyes tracked her movement. He admired the lines of her body, the way the fire cast shadows against her skin and made other parts of it glow.

"You truly are a beauty," he murmured, "I don't know why I never saw it before."

Sabine heard him, but his words only served to add more to her confusion. A confusion that had only grown since the time she woke to his lips pressed upon hers. Her brain had been working overtime to come up with a reason to his actions. Every time she had herself convinced she was only taking Elizabeth's place his words 'What if I was thinking on you' came to the forefront of her mind.

She couldn't figure a motive for his actions, nor could she keep herself from wishing he would kiss her again. She had given up hope on having the courage to do it herself, even though in his drunken state it would be easy to do, and just as easy for him to forget.

"Did I mention I like your breasts?" he added with a soft chuckle.

"You're drunk, Will," she announced.

"That doesn't make your breasts any less... perfect," he assured, his chuckle turning into a full on laugh.

With a frown, Sabine took a seat on the end of the bed, "You seem very happy," she commented and began to remove his shoes.

"Why shouldn't I be?" he began settling back on the bed. His hands clasped together, pillowing his head, while a satisfied smile spread his lips. "I'm about to go on the adventure of a lifetime, with my best friend in the entire world, to find a treasure that other pirates only dream about. This is bloody great," he shifted his arms propping himself up on his elbows. "Aren't you happy?"

Sabine glanced over her shoulder at the bright smile on Will's face and sighed deeply. She wanted to be happy, but too much had happened in the past six weeks to allow that

to happen. "No, I'm not."

"Why?" he questioned.

"Because this is no treasure hunt for me," she answered placing his shoes on the floor and moving onto his stockings. "The gold means nothing to me, it is simple a means to settle a score with the man that murdered my father. He meant the world to me and now he is gone, the life I was used to is gone," she uncovered one leg, her fingertips hovering over the tanned flesh. "Not to mention my best friend now completely puzzles me as of late."

"I puzzle you?" he questioned, grinning as he mimicked her accent. "How do I puzzle you as of late?"

Will chuckled at his own cleverness, while Sabine remained silent. She wanted to tell him, but she wasn't sure where or how to begin so remained silent. Hell, what she really wanted to do was turn around and kiss him, but she was much too cowardly to do anything like that.

She glanced over her shoulders and saw he was once again laying down. With his eyes closed, and the slow rise and fall of his chest he appeared sleep. Sighing softly again, she returned back to the task at hand. She removed the other stocking, but instead of placing his leg back on the bed, she let it remain on her lap. Her fingers touched his toes, slowly bending them, she never realized how large his feet were. Strong, just like his hands and fingers.

She yawned and placed her hands behind her as she leaned back and forced her mind to settle. She pushed the grief from her father, the confusion from Will and the anxiety from her uncertain future aside. She cleared her mind and focused on the garden behind her house. If she tried hard enough she could smell the jasmine that grew wild, and the roses she planted. The garden was a place she went to calm herself, and to find peace and serenity. If ever there was a time for peace and serenity in her life it was then. Jack hadn't been what she expected. She didn't trust him, but she really had no choice in the matter. The deal had already been struck and he had half of the map. Sabine reached into her bodice and pulled out the other half.

The exchange had been done when she turned her back to go to the torch. A simple slight of hand her father had taught her at an early edge. An old trick, but if done right, one that usually worked. She ran her hand over the parchment and sighed deeply. She was no pirate, or angel of revenge, but she would have to become those things. In order to avenge her father's death she would have to become something she feared.

"Is it because I kissed you?"

She jumped at Will's voice, turning to see he was once again sitting up. His dark eyes bore into her, and she could feel the pulse in her neck speed up and beat against her skin. She looked so sad to him, and he knew he was partially to blame for that. He reached out, the back of his fingers smoothed down her cheek, and pulled her hair over her shoulder.

"I know what will make you happy," he announced.

Will moved the hand that lovingly stroked her cheek to cup the other one, and turned her face back to his. Sabine parted her lips to protest, but was silenced by his mouth claiming hers. Seizing the moment his tongue entered her mouth, slipping deep to slowly seduce her. Unlike on the boat, he didn't stop and allow her a chance to come to grips with what was happening.

The hand on her cheek slipped to the back of her neck, pulling her to him, forcing her body to turn. His free hand touched her bare shoulder and followed the neckline of her dress down to the swells of breasts. His thumb passed over the skin to find it as soft as he imagined. She jumped slightly and his grip loosened enough for her to pull back. His eyes devoured hers, studying every detail of her face.

He wanted her, wanted to feel every inch of her. Wanted to experience the scent of her, to taste her skin and her pleasure. He moved both arms down to her waist, pulling her on top of him as he laid back on the bed. And he knew she wanted him. He could feel it in the rapid beat of her heart, and see it in the way her quick breathing caused her breasts to heave against their confines. He could see it in the depths of her eyes, a longing that called to him.

Her hair fell around them like a curtain of curly black silk. She could feel her body trembling as she pressed against him. Pressed against the hardness that pushed back into her. She could both scarcely breath, yet she couldn't stop her breath from coming in quick heaving secessions. She wasn't sure which prospect frightened her more, that he wouldn't stop, or that he would. Was this what her friends felt their first time? Scared and excited? His kiss had been terribly soft, but the expression in his eyes was pure heat. It was a look she had never seen from any man, and one she never thought she would see from this one, no matter how often she dreamt it.

"Will–"

He silenced her with a kiss that was a soft as the one that woke her. His fingers delved into her hair and pushed it back, his tongue tracing against her lips before he pulled back. When it looked as if she would speak again he placed a finger to her lips.

His hands moved lower on her body, skimming down her sides to her legs, which he parted on either side of his, then rolled her so she was pinned under him. Sabine gasped sharply and received his lips pressed hard and hungrily against hers. Gone was the gentleness of earlier, replaced by an almost animalistic need.

Will forced her lips apart. His tongue moved against hers, touched the side of her cheeks, her gums and the tender underside of her tongue before pushing deep into the hot, moist depth. The moans that originated in her throat became lost in his. His hands plundered her breasts, making quick work of the buttons on her dress and the hooks of her corset until the brown mounds were freed.

He pushed up to look at her newly exposed body, a sight that caused his own to tighten. Only once before had he seen a woman's naked breasts. He didn't remember them looking as inviting as Sabine's. The soft brown mounds fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, her dark brown nipple erect and hard. A soft mewling noise escaped from her mouth, and her breathing sped up every time his thumb rubbed over the dark, hardening nub.

"You're so beautiful, Sabine," he whispered, his lips moving lower down her throat, kissing a line to her right nipple. "You're perfect."

Sabine parted her lips when she felt his mouth close around her nipple, but nothing came out, save a strangled moan. Her back arched off the bed, his fingers closed around the other as his lips, teeth and tongue teased her right nipple into painful erection. He bit at her, then sucked the pain away before he licked a wet trail to the other breast. Lavishing the same attention on that one.

The apex of her thighs throb with a feeling that wasn't new, but had never been so completely magnified before. It was a keen ache, and the more she tried to ignore it, the stronger it became. She wanted to rub her thighs together, but Will was solidly nestled between them. Instead she pressed up and into his body, and was greeted with him pressing down on her.

Will sat up, his body swaying slightly as he quickly undid his shirt and threw it to the floor. His pants were next, as was the balance of her dress, both of which joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He moved back over her, between her legs, forcing them wider with his body.

Sabine panted, her breath coming out in quick gasps from the feel of him, thick and hard at her entrance. Her body shook uncontrollably. Her mind's way of trying to stop her, but she new before she felt him enter her that she was past that point. The startled cry that slipped past her lips when his head pushed aside her lips, was nothing in comparison to the one that tore from her throat when he ripped through the thin membrane and sheathed himself complete inside her.

"Shh," he whispered kissing her cheek.

His lips touching the tears that leaked from her eyes, before covering her mouth. The whimpers and cries again becoming lost in his throat as he moved inside her. His thrusts were erratic; ranging from slow and steady, to fast and needy. On more than one occasion his head pressed against her cervix pulling a cry from her throat louder than the others.

Her fingers clutched his shoulders. She didn't know what to do. She felt it was wrong to retreat from him when he thrust back inside her, but when she raised her hips to meet his returns the pain was beyond excruciating. Gezana had told her the first time would hurt, but she hadn't been prepared for this. There was something on the beginnings of pleasure, when he pulled out and rubbed against her just so, but it was soon forgotten when he pushed back inside.

He didn't seem to care, didn't even seem to realize she was there. He buried his face in her neck, grunting as he moved to his own rhythm. Sabine bit down on her bottom lip to keep silent, as tears continued to stream down her temples. She remained silent while he labored, and even when his teeth clamped down on her shoulder near her neck she didn't cry out.

She felt his body shudder, a deep grunt left his mouth. But the pain she felt earlier, even when his teeth broke her skin was nothing compared to the pain that burned through her when he whispered....

"I love you, Elizabeth."