Chapter Five: Giving In.
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It was, Will decided as he walked across the ship's deck to his destination, a beautiful night. It was a night that deserved to be spent staring up at the stars, marveling at their beauty, not heading for a confrontation that he felt he needed, but didn't particularly want.
He knocked once on the door of Jack's cabin, trying to ignore the wave of nervousness that hit him when Jack immediately called for him to come inside. After the dream that he had the previous night, he felt that he owed it to himself, and to Jack, to do something about what he felt. He needed, even if Jack didn't seem to, a more solid resolve to what had happened two nights ago. He couldn't function properly with his thoughts always turning to Jack, and that one, burning kiss that they had shared.
His hand hesitated a moment longer on the cabin door, but he shook it off, and quickly pushed the door open before he could lose his resolve.
Jack was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. A quick look around the cabin showed that his ever present bottle of rum was on the other side of the room - out of Jack's reach - and appeared to be untouched. Will couldn't help but wonder what that meant.
Jack half sat as he entered the room, leaning back on his elbows to regard Will through half-lidded eyes. His mouth was set in a thin line, expression almost puzzled.
"Didn't think you'd be back in here so soon." Jack said slowly, not giving Will the chance to speak first. A good thing, Will supposed, because he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say.
Will shrugged, realising that even though jack had spoken first, he was still unsure of what to say to him. "I needed -" He stopped, unsure of what exactly it was that he needed.
"Needed what?" Jack asked him, voice full of honesty curiosity, although there a harsh edge to it, and something dark that Will couldn't quite identify lingered in his eyes.
His next words hit far too close to what Will had been thinking of when he had made his way to the Captain's cabin, and he found himself flinching.
"Closure?" An expansive shrug, and a suggestive look from Jack that sent shivers of desire racing down Will's spine. "What do you want, Will?" Exasperation. "I can't read your mind, and I don't want to spend all night trying to figure you out. Speak."
Will felt helpless, lost without any form of guidance to be had, and he tried to convey some of that with his eyes to Jack, hoping that the pirate would understand him somehow. When Jack's expression didn't change, he resigned himself to trying to explain exactly what it was that he wanted to Jack, and to himself. He doubted that it would be an easy task.
Jack was watching him expectantly, and Will cleared his throat, trying to work out what he was going to say. What came out was far from what he had expected.
"I want -" He paused again, still trying to sort out his muddled thoughts. "I want to finish what we started the other night."
He had to conciously prevent himself from raising a hand to his mouth, as if to prevent any more words from escaping, and was sure that he was blushing, at least slightly. He didn't know why he had said that, but looking back on his words, he found them to be true. The look in Jack's eyes - desire, longing, and *something* else - helped that realization along.
"Do you now?" Jack asked, voice heavy. He sat up fully, leaning his chin forward onto his hand. "And what might that have been?"
A low growl of frustration escaped Will. Jack knew how uncomfortable the conversation was making him, he had to, and yet he was purposefully drawing it out, set on making Will say something that he wasn't sure he could.
He took a shaky step towards Jack's bed, and then another, not entirely sure of what he was doing, but knowing beyond a doubt that he need to. One more step, and he was there, standing in front of Jack uncertainly.
The pirate simply watched him, making no move towards Will, nor saying anything. It seemed as if what happened next would be entirely up to Will.
Before he could lose his resolve, Will bent down, tentatively touching his lips to Jack's. The kiss wasn't as desperate as their first had been. This time Will was painfully aware of what he was doing, and afraid that Jack would say something to send him away, yet at the same time wishing that he would.
As Jack began to kiss back, no restraint evident in the movement of his mouth against Will's, or the way that his hands tightened possessively against Will's back as he reached up and pulled him down onto the bed beside him, Will could feel all coherent thought slipping from his mind.
He wanted to care that what they were doing would mean nothing to Jack when morning came, but couldn't bring himself to. It meant something to him, and it felt *right* and for the moment that was all that mattered. That and the feel of Jack's lips on his, and the pirates hands as they made their way over his body.
His last thought before he allowed desire to take over his mind, was that there would be no stopping this time.
The feel of Jack moving against him was like fire, and Will knew beyond a doubt that he would never be able to get enough. Meaning had little matter anymore, whether what they were doing would mean anything in the morning had no bearing on their current situation.
He could pretend, just for this night, that Jack's touch really did mean something more, and that was enough for now.
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Author's really apologetic notes: Today it'll be exactly three months since I've posted, and all I can say is I'm so SORRY! My computer killed most of my in progress fics, as well as my word processing documents, so for a while I couldn't write anything, and then wonder upon wonders, when I finally did write this chapter, my internet decided that no, it couldn't connected to fanfiction.net. Stupid idiotic computer.
So now I"m using my dad's computer and it's letting me update! *hugs and kisses computer*
Thanks *heaps* to everyone who reviewed, you're all brilliant, and I'm truly sorry about the wait between chapters.
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It was, Will decided as he walked across the ship's deck to his destination, a beautiful night. It was a night that deserved to be spent staring up at the stars, marveling at their beauty, not heading for a confrontation that he felt he needed, but didn't particularly want.
He knocked once on the door of Jack's cabin, trying to ignore the wave of nervousness that hit him when Jack immediately called for him to come inside. After the dream that he had the previous night, he felt that he owed it to himself, and to Jack, to do something about what he felt. He needed, even if Jack didn't seem to, a more solid resolve to what had happened two nights ago. He couldn't function properly with his thoughts always turning to Jack, and that one, burning kiss that they had shared.
His hand hesitated a moment longer on the cabin door, but he shook it off, and quickly pushed the door open before he could lose his resolve.
Jack was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. A quick look around the cabin showed that his ever present bottle of rum was on the other side of the room - out of Jack's reach - and appeared to be untouched. Will couldn't help but wonder what that meant.
Jack half sat as he entered the room, leaning back on his elbows to regard Will through half-lidded eyes. His mouth was set in a thin line, expression almost puzzled.
"Didn't think you'd be back in here so soon." Jack said slowly, not giving Will the chance to speak first. A good thing, Will supposed, because he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to say.
Will shrugged, realising that even though jack had spoken first, he was still unsure of what to say to him. "I needed -" He stopped, unsure of what exactly it was that he needed.
"Needed what?" Jack asked him, voice full of honesty curiosity, although there a harsh edge to it, and something dark that Will couldn't quite identify lingered in his eyes.
His next words hit far too close to what Will had been thinking of when he had made his way to the Captain's cabin, and he found himself flinching.
"Closure?" An expansive shrug, and a suggestive look from Jack that sent shivers of desire racing down Will's spine. "What do you want, Will?" Exasperation. "I can't read your mind, and I don't want to spend all night trying to figure you out. Speak."
Will felt helpless, lost without any form of guidance to be had, and he tried to convey some of that with his eyes to Jack, hoping that the pirate would understand him somehow. When Jack's expression didn't change, he resigned himself to trying to explain exactly what it was that he wanted to Jack, and to himself. He doubted that it would be an easy task.
Jack was watching him expectantly, and Will cleared his throat, trying to work out what he was going to say. What came out was far from what he had expected.
"I want -" He paused again, still trying to sort out his muddled thoughts. "I want to finish what we started the other night."
He had to conciously prevent himself from raising a hand to his mouth, as if to prevent any more words from escaping, and was sure that he was blushing, at least slightly. He didn't know why he had said that, but looking back on his words, he found them to be true. The look in Jack's eyes - desire, longing, and *something* else - helped that realization along.
"Do you now?" Jack asked, voice heavy. He sat up fully, leaning his chin forward onto his hand. "And what might that have been?"
A low growl of frustration escaped Will. Jack knew how uncomfortable the conversation was making him, he had to, and yet he was purposefully drawing it out, set on making Will say something that he wasn't sure he could.
He took a shaky step towards Jack's bed, and then another, not entirely sure of what he was doing, but knowing beyond a doubt that he need to. One more step, and he was there, standing in front of Jack uncertainly.
The pirate simply watched him, making no move towards Will, nor saying anything. It seemed as if what happened next would be entirely up to Will.
Before he could lose his resolve, Will bent down, tentatively touching his lips to Jack's. The kiss wasn't as desperate as their first had been. This time Will was painfully aware of what he was doing, and afraid that Jack would say something to send him away, yet at the same time wishing that he would.
As Jack began to kiss back, no restraint evident in the movement of his mouth against Will's, or the way that his hands tightened possessively against Will's back as he reached up and pulled him down onto the bed beside him, Will could feel all coherent thought slipping from his mind.
He wanted to care that what they were doing would mean nothing to Jack when morning came, but couldn't bring himself to. It meant something to him, and it felt *right* and for the moment that was all that mattered. That and the feel of Jack's lips on his, and the pirates hands as they made their way over his body.
His last thought before he allowed desire to take over his mind, was that there would be no stopping this time.
The feel of Jack moving against him was like fire, and Will knew beyond a doubt that he would never be able to get enough. Meaning had little matter anymore, whether what they were doing would mean anything in the morning had no bearing on their current situation.
He could pretend, just for this night, that Jack's touch really did mean something more, and that was enough for now.
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Author's really apologetic notes: Today it'll be exactly three months since I've posted, and all I can say is I'm so SORRY! My computer killed most of my in progress fics, as well as my word processing documents, so for a while I couldn't write anything, and then wonder upon wonders, when I finally did write this chapter, my internet decided that no, it couldn't connected to fanfiction.net. Stupid idiotic computer.
So now I"m using my dad's computer and it's letting me update! *hugs and kisses computer*
Thanks *heaps* to everyone who reviewed, you're all brilliant, and I'm truly sorry about the wait between chapters.