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Bella sat awake at midnight. She sat at a small table in the captain's quarters on the Black Pearl, dipping her fingertips in the hot wax from a burning candle, peeling it off once it cooled to make tiny cups. Jack snorted and coughed a little in the bed in the corner, and she glanced over to see if he had wakened. His eyes opened lazily and he grinned, gold teeth gleaming in the candlelight, and huskily said, "Come back to bed, luv. Ye'll need yer sleep for tomorrow." Bella only smiled at him, and returned her gaze to the flame of the candle. Outside, she could here a faint breeze whistling through the sails, and a few drunken pirates singing. She began humming their song to herself, and looked at Jack to see if he had fallen back asleep yet. He had. She watched as misshapen shadows passed over his face from the flickering candles. A very beautiful face, she mused. Much more beautiful than her own.
She stood up from the table and walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge next to the sleeping pirate, and pushed a section of his hair back behind his ear. She had finally been able to convince him to cut it a few weeks ago, and now it was only shoulder length, straight, and quite posh if she said so herself after she was able to detangle all the dreadlocks and braids. He had forced her, however, to leave the beads and shells in. She ran her hand through his hair and smiled, loving the new silkiness of it. She gazed down at his face, tanned from a lifetime spent on deck. In the unsteady lighting, his eyelashes seemed a mile long, and for a quick second a shot of jealousy ran through her, why should a pirate be blessed with such eyelashes, and not a lady?
Bella softly stroked his face, wanting to feel him without waking him up. Wanting to study him without getting paralyzed by his chocolate stare, the gaze that she felt could see right through her. She contemplated the shape of his cheekbones, and brushed the back of her hand gently against the hollow of his cheek, running her thumb down that defined cheekbone. His best feature, she decided. Her gaze moved down to his lips, slightly outlined by a black goatee. Fuller than most men's, but not so full as to seem feminine. Nothing about this man was womanly, with the exception of his swaying walk. Even that, however, was more masculine than not. Bella had given up wondering if he staggered like that out of drunkenness, or perhaps just too much exposure to the sun.
She lightly ran a finger over his lips. They were chapped and cracked, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss and nurture them until they healed. She ran her hand down his lips to his chin and down his throat, the soft skin a contrast to the rough wind-chapped skin of his face. She ran her hand around to the back of his neck and leaned down to kiss him. His eyes suddenly flashed open and he grinned. "No need to stay awake and wait for me to fall asleep just to pet me, poppet. Ye could've just asked."
Bella sat awake at midnight. She sat at a small table in the captain's quarters on the Black Pearl, dipping her fingertips in the hot wax from a burning candle, peeling it off once it cooled to make tiny cups. Jack snorted and coughed a little in the bed in the corner, and she glanced over to see if he had wakened. His eyes opened lazily and he grinned, gold teeth gleaming in the candlelight, and huskily said, "Come back to bed, luv. Ye'll need yer sleep for tomorrow." Bella only smiled at him, and returned her gaze to the flame of the candle. Outside, she could here a faint breeze whistling through the sails, and a few drunken pirates singing. She began humming their song to herself, and looked at Jack to see if he had fallen back asleep yet. He had. She watched as misshapen shadows passed over his face from the flickering candles. A very beautiful face, she mused. Much more beautiful than her own.
She stood up from the table and walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge next to the sleeping pirate, and pushed a section of his hair back behind his ear. She had finally been able to convince him to cut it a few weeks ago, and now it was only shoulder length, straight, and quite posh if she said so herself after she was able to detangle all the dreadlocks and braids. He had forced her, however, to leave the beads and shells in. She ran her hand through his hair and smiled, loving the new silkiness of it. She gazed down at his face, tanned from a lifetime spent on deck. In the unsteady lighting, his eyelashes seemed a mile long, and for a quick second a shot of jealousy ran through her, why should a pirate be blessed with such eyelashes, and not a lady?
Bella softly stroked his face, wanting to feel him without waking him up. Wanting to study him without getting paralyzed by his chocolate stare, the gaze that she felt could see right through her. She contemplated the shape of his cheekbones, and brushed the back of her hand gently against the hollow of his cheek, running her thumb down that defined cheekbone. His best feature, she decided. Her gaze moved down to his lips, slightly outlined by a black goatee. Fuller than most men's, but not so full as to seem feminine. Nothing about this man was womanly, with the exception of his swaying walk. Even that, however, was more masculine than not. Bella had given up wondering if he staggered like that out of drunkenness, or perhaps just too much exposure to the sun.
She lightly ran a finger over his lips. They were chapped and cracked, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss and nurture them until they healed. She ran her hand down his lips to his chin and down his throat, the soft skin a contrast to the rough wind-chapped skin of his face. She ran her hand around to the back of his neck and leaned down to kiss him. His eyes suddenly flashed open and he grinned. "No need to stay awake and wait for me to fall asleep just to pet me, poppet. Ye could've just asked."