Jack walked back into town and went to get something to eat, trying to kill the time until Giselle got off work. He chose a table by the window where he could sit and watch the men outside as they got into drunken brawls and chased wild women. After a while, the waitress brought him his food. He ate it slowly, savoring each enjoyable morsel. The food served to the crew on a pirate ship was always particularly unsavory and the last ship he had been on was no exception. He always enjoyed dining in Tortuga, that first fine meal tasting so much better after spending so much time at sea.
He was almost finished eating when he caught a glimpse of the pirate woman from the docks go by. He noticed she was alone and he saw her duck into the tavern across the street, which just happened to be the Briar Rose. He finished his meal and decided to wait for Giselle at the tavern while consuming some of his favorite late night beverage, rum. Actually it's my favorite beverage at any time of the day, he thought to himself, grinning.
He crossed the street and entered the Briar Rose choosing a seat at the bar several stools down from the beautiful dark-skinned woman. She was still alone although she looked as if she might be meeting someone. Jack couldn't tell if she was watching for someone in particular or just keeping a sharp eye. A woman, especially a pretty one like herself, would have to be extra careful in a place like this and he was more than a little surprised she was by herself. When she caught him watching her she shot him a dirty look. "Sorry," he mouthed, turning away.
Giselle appeared beside him then, "You're 'ere early." She smiled at him, "I'll bring you some rum."
"Thanks luv," he said, brushing her shoulder with his hand.
After Jack's fifth rum, Giselle came over to tell him that she was about to get off.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"You know I am," Jack replied.
"Alright, give me about fifteen more minutes," she said, disappearing again.
Jack looked over to see that the woman who had caught his attention at the docks was still there and still by herself. He thought she might have even had more to drink than he had, but she was showing no signs of drunkenness. That's intresting, he thought, A woman who can hold her liquor well. She must be very intresting.
The tavern had cleared out a bit, but it was still very crowded to be so early in the morning. The Briar Rose was almost never empty.
"I'm ready," Giselle stated, approaching Jack again.
"Alright luv," Jack said, swaying a little as he stepped off the barstool. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the pirate woman chuckle to herself. "Off we go," he said loudly.
He put his arm around Giselle's shoulder and they left the tavern. Her house was about five blocks away, but it was a nice night and they both enjoyed the cool breeze that was blowing in from the sea.
"So what're you 'ere for this time?" Giselle asked.
Jack breathed in heavily deciding whether to answer her question or not then he looked into her eyes, squinting his own, "A pirate must never share all of 'is secrets luv and this is one of those times that I can't tell ye."
"Oh Jack, you're always keepin' secrets," Giselle complained.
"'ow's the Briar Rose workin' out for ye?" Jack said, hoping to change the subject of their conversation.
"It's alright, a job you know? An' not bad money either, it's always packed with lots of men who are willing to spend their money tipping me once they're drunk enough," she laughed.
There was silence for a moment, the two simply walking side by side, Jack's arm still draped loosely around her shoulders.
Giselle broke the silence, "Who was that girl you were watching at the bar tonight?"
"What girl?"
"The pretty one, she looked like a pirate. Do you know 'er?"
"No, I don't know 'er. Is she in there often?" Jack asked, pretending to be ignorant of the situation.
"I don't think I've ever seen 'er before," Giselle answered as they arrived at her door. "Finally," she said, pulling out her key and opening the lock.
They both stepped inside. Jack looked around the tiny two-room dwelling.
"I like what you've done with the place," he said, gesturing as he crossed the floor to her kitchen table. Running his fingers over the dark wood he commented, "Nice table."
"Jack, you were 'ere less than six months ago, it 'asn't changed a bit," Giselle laughed.
"I know, that's what I like about it," Jack smiled. He took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair. Then, taking off his hat and placing it on the table, he asked, "Did ye miss me much?"
"I always miss you Jack, don't be silly. Would you like anything…coffee, some water?"
"Just you luv," he said, closing the space between them and kissing her passionately. He brought his hands to her face feeling the smooth, cool skin at once turn warm. They continued to kiss and he moved his hands down her shoulders to her sides and then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. She could feel his desire growing for her as her body rubbed against his.
Breaking away from the kiss, Giselle said, "I think you've missed me too, Captain." A smile lightly played across her lips as she looked into his deep brown eyes.
"I 'ave indeed," he answered, kissing her briefly and then picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and she clung to him, her arms around his neck pulling him down into another seductive kiss.
"Hold on luv," Jack said, pulling away. He took off his gun belt and sword and laid them on the floor beside her bed. Then he lay down beside her resuming their kiss.
His hand brushed her cheek and he pushed himself on top of her. Giselle moaned deeply as his hands found their way down her body. His fingers gently massaged the delicate tissue through her clothing, and then he was unbuttoning her dress. Kissing her neck and then her collarbone, Jack removed her dress swiftly. She loved feeling his warm breath on her body, the wet sensation of his tongue gliding over sensitive areas of skin. Giselle's fingers fought to free Jack from his shirt as she tugged it over his head. She pulled him to her again kissing him deeply. This time it was Jack who moaned, feeling her body press against his as she removed the last barriers of clothing between them. He wanted her so badly that he couldn't wait any longer. Lifting himself over her, he felt her nails dig into his back as he took her as his own once again.