Disclaimer: Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl are not mine, nor do I claim them. They are the sole property of Disney....yada yada yada

Well, here is a short chapter, before we get into the main plot point. I just felt it was important to take Jack home, have a good time, and THEN we could get to the booze, the bimbo and the massaging shower head. Not necessarily in that order. : )

Chapter 4: Twighlight Interlude
"Jack???"

Rose had stepped out of the elevator and into the hall leading to her place, when she had turned around to check on her pirate. He wasn't there.

Walking back to the elevator, she watched with a small smile as Jack played with the "close doors" "open doors" buttons. He had been like this all the way home.

Once they had both recovered from their..."reunion" enough to walk in public, Rose had trouble keeping Jack with her. The modern world was a HUGE distraction for a man who was eternally distracted by life, anyway.

The drive home was worse. Jack wanted to know all about this machine she called a "Saturn". "How did it work? Was it reinforced against enemy attacks? Could it also work on the ocean? Why was it making him feel a bit ill?"

Rose attempted to answer: "I don't know. I have auto insurance, that's all the reinforcement I need. It won't float, and you don't have your car-legs yet." That seemed to satisfy him for the time being, and they rode the rest of the way in silence, broken only by Jack's various curses and questions regarding the miracles of the 21st century.

"Jack."

Her voice brought his attention back to her. And that's where it should be, Sparrow he thought to himself. How many times had he taken her in that office? Once on the chair, once on the desk, and once on the floor. He should have been completely drained of desire, but all it took was one look at her lovely face, her perfect breasts....hell. All he had to do was look at her and his manhood began to rise and harden with lust. He reached out and pulled her close to him. Would he never get enough of her warm, sweet body?

Rose was wondering the same thing about Jack as he held her close. She snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips, teasing him ever so slightly, her teeth nipping his lower lip softly.

"Jack," she breathed huskily, "let's go to my place." She emphasized her carnal intentions with a sensuous grind against his hips.

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WHAM! Indy jumped off the couch, her fur fluffed to the maximum. THUMP!

Deciding she didn't look big enough to take on whatever was making that noise, the tortishell cat did what she did best--she hid. From behind the big screen, she could hear her feeders voice. "Jack.." and then a breathy moan. "Jack, seriously.....oh god...Jack, I can't get the key in the door...and I can't breathe. Can you back off a litt--" Indy peered around only to see her feeder and a strange looking thing come tumbling through the door. Better to stay hidden, she decided, creeping back behind the tv.

As soon as they had closed the door behind them, Jack thrust her against the door, his hands capturing hers and holding them high above her head. His mouth hungrily devoured hers as began to move his hips suggestively, thrusting against her, illiciting a moan and a hip thrust of her own in return.

Rose could feel him, hot and hard, as he moved against her. Her head swam. Is it possible to actually get drunk off a kiss? she thought. well, if its jack sparrow, I guess you can and she began to giggle at the thought.

Coming up for air at the sound of her laughter, Jack looked her, his eyes filled with merriment. "Have you gotten even more ticklish, my Rose...?" He released her hands, and crossed his arms, his eyes now reflecting a playful challenge.

A tiny, fearful thrill went through her, as she recalled exactly how Jack even found out she was ticklish. "No," Rose answered, none too convincingly, "if anything I've become LESS ticklish!" She crossed her arms, then in a gesture of what she hoped was defiance.

"Really, now? I may have to test you on that, then" Jack answered, rakishly.

"Jack...don't you DARE!" her last word ended with a shriek as she slapped away his hands and darted toward the bedroom. Her freedom was brief, however as she felt his strong hands grab her and pull her back to him, his shaft hard against her rear. She sighed happily and leaned back into him, feeling his arms encircle her small waist, pulling her closer. She felt his hot breath on her neck, his beard tickling her lightly.

"Ah, lass. Ye can't escape me, and I'll not let you get so far from me, again." With that, he spun around and kissed her deeply, his tongue seductively entangling with hers, his ardor taking her breath away.

He lowered her slowly to her bed, deftly undoing her blouse with one hand (it helped that he had basically ripped most of the buttons off it, earlier) while the other cradled her head. He pulled away from her, briefly. He said nothing. He simply gazed at her, as if he were looking at her for the first time...for the last time...for all time. Rose felt as though she would drown in those soft brown eyes, the promises they held threatened to drown her with ecstasy.

"Take me, my captain" she whispered.

And he did. Again...and again...and again....The sun disappeared and twilight fell. The moon rose and its beams fell through the blinds upon the lovers below, their limbs entwined, their passions sated. For now. and for now, the night had only begun.