AN: Okay, this one is updated much faster than usual. I guess I just found it easier to write. Also, the next chapter is already written, but seeing as it is on my laptop, and I can't get the internet on my laptop unless I am at my friend's house, it won't be posted until tomorrow or later. But, hey, at least you'll have it soon! Enjoy!
"How's that old saying go? The one about sneezes? If sneezing three times means someone doesn't like me, I think I'll survive."
Hajime Saitoh, Rurouni Kenshin
Silver and Gold
Chapter Twelve: The Red Barrel
"Ah, you wound me love."
Lor's grin turned seductive. "Hello, Jack."
Jack grinned down at her. "Been awhile."
"Too long," Lor replied, her eyes scanning his darkly tanned face. She licked her lips quickly, smirking.
"A month at best, love."
"Too long," Lor said, jumping to her feet and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him roughly.
Laughter echoing around them caused Jack to smirk against her lips. "Thought you were mad at me," he whispered, pulling away.
"I am," Lor whispered back, trailing her hands down his shoulders and arms. "Remind me to smack you later."
Wolfe laughed again. "Ya know lass, with the amount o' money ya gave me, ye can 'ave a room upstairs as well."
Lor smirked. "Jack?" she whispered, reaching up and kissing the edge of his jaw.
Jack smirked again. "I think we're gonna need that room," he said huskily.
Wolfe nodded, reaching underneath the bar and withdrawing a key. "Room six, lad," he said, tossing the key at them.
Jack caught the key with one hand, his other hand trailing down Lor's arm to her hand. "C'mon love."
Lor nodded, allowing him to pull her behind him. "Thanks!" she called over her shoulder as they headed up the stairs.
Wolfe and Coil looked at each other, knowing grins hovering over their faces.
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"Hands are magical you know," Lor whispered, entwining her fingers in Jack's.
"Really? How so?" he whispered back, laughing quietly.
"Hands can cause hundreds of emotions to course through a body, sending shivers down a spine. Hands can express one's emotions. The strongest hands can be the gentlest. It just goes to show that hands are the most magical part of the human body," Lor said, gazing down at their joined hands.
Jack laughed, his chest bouncing against the back of her head. "Since when did you become so philosophical, love?"
"Just statin' a fact," she whispered, placing their joined hands on her bare stomach.
Jack kissed her hair, inhaling her soft scent. He pulled away slightly. She had almost lost the smell of the ocean. Now, he could smell only a hint of the sea, whereas before, that had been the most prominent smell on her.
"Ye've changed love," he whispered, kissing the tip of her ear.
"Not really, Jack," Lor said, sitting up quickly and turning around on his outstretched legs. "I'm still the same pirate as before."
Jack's eyebrows arched. "Hmmm. . . I can see that," he muttered, his eyes scanning her bare flesh. She still bore her scars and tattoos, obviously, since there was really no way she could get rid of them. To him, they just made her even more beautiful.
Jack leaned forward, planting a trail of feather light kisses over the scar on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed up against her, pushing all of his weight on her.
Lor fell back with a shriek, laughing as his beard tickled her. "Why is it that yer always on top Jack?" she asked, laughing.
Jack lifted himself up slightly. "Simple, love. I'm. . ."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," Lor replied, rolling her eyes. "Yes, I know. Bugger off."
Jack smirked. "Already doin' that."
"Pervert," Lor muttered, claiming his lips with her own. She rolled them over, pulling the sheets over them both.
Jack laughed against her mouth, flipping them over again, the sheets tangling themselves around them. He withdrew his arms slowly from around her waist, his fingers skimming her sides. Lor let out a gasp of laughter as Jack's fingers trailed across her skin.
"Jack," she gasped, holding back her laughter. "Jack, stop."
Jack pulled away, grinning. "I'm sorry. Somethin' wrong?" he whispered, his fingers tracing circles over her abdomen.
"Jack you know that tickles," she gasped.
"What? This?" he asked, his fingertips skimming her ribcage lightly, causing Lor to squirm underneath him.
"Jack," she laughed. "Stop! Stop! That's not fair! Get off!" she cried, pushing against his chest with her hands with as much might as she could muster.
Jack laughed, continuing his tickling efforts. With one last push, Lor flipped him over, causing him to land on the edge of the bed. Lor pushed at him again quickly with one hand.
"Oolf!" Jack cried, falling off of the bed and landing on the hard wood floor, the thin comforter falling with him.
Lor rolled over, propping her head up on her left hand. She smirked down at him, her gold eyes glinting. "You all right, love?"
"Peachy," he grumbled, his eyes gazing up at the ceiling.
Lor laughed. "You deserved that," she said between laughs.
"Oh really?" Jack asked, reaching up and grabbing hold of her arm. The laughter died on her lips as Jack pulled her down roughly, yanking her off of the bed.
Lor fell with a shriek, landing hard on top of Jack. He grunted as she landed on him, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I deserved that," he muttered.
"Yes, you did," Lor replied, lifting herself up slightly.
Jack pushed against her, rolling them over. "Then I guess," he said, kissing her neck gently, "you should punish me."
Lor grinned, pulling his face up to meet hers, kissing him roughly.
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Jack's head rested on Lor's lap, Lor's fingers braiding small bits of his hair. The long sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the middle of her arms. The sun was rising slowly over the buildings, the morning mist evaporating as the warm rays enveloped the world.
"Beautiful, innit?" Jack asked.
"Hmm?"
"The sunrise, love," Jack laughed.
Lor looked up slowly, staring out of the small window on the opposite wall. "Not the same," she whispered.
"Same as what?"
"As watching the sun rise from the bow of a ship."
Jack tilted his head slightly, staring up at her. Her face was calm, almost reminiscent. "Ya miss it," he stated.
"I grew up on the ocean, Jack, of course I miss it."
"Then go back."
Lor looked down at him, an almost sad look in her eyes. "I can't Jack, you know that," she muttered.
"She'll call ya back, love," he said, turning his attention back to the rising sun. "Never forget that."
Lor sighed, running her fingers through his hair. "Jack, I. . ."
A knock sounded on the door, interrupting Lor before she could complete her sentence. Jack's eyes flicked up to hers, both staring at each other for a moment. "Come in," she called out hesitantly.
The door opened slowly, Wolfe poking his head in, his grey speckled hair pulled back in a ponytail. A grin spread out over his face, his eyes scanning their half dressed bodies. "Sorry ta interrupt, lass, but, ah. . ."
"That will do, Mr. Wolfe, I thank you," a soft voice said.
The door opened the rest of the way, revealing Jeremy Adams, his face a neutral mask. Wolfe nodded slightly, casting one last look at Lor and Jack.
The door opened the rest of the way, revealing Jeremy Adams, his face a neutral mask. Wolfe nodded slightly, casting one last look at Lor and Jack. Jeremy stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He looked up at them, his face calm.
Jack sat up, his dark hair falling over his bare shoulders. "Mornin'," he said.
Jeremy's eyes flicked over to him. "Captain Sparrow," he said quietly, and then turned back to Lor, "may I have a moment with my granddaughter?"
Jack looked at Lor, his eyebrows raised. Lor nodded, her eyes never leaving Jeremy's. Jack stood up slowly, stooping down to pick up his vest. He leaned down, giving Lor a soft kiss, whispering, "I'll be downstairs love."
Lor nodded slowly, staring up into his eyes for a moment, and then watched as he left the room.
"I do not know what could have happened last night to cause you to fight, but I do not agree with how you decided to end it," Jeremy said softly.
Lor glanced up at him, stretching out her legs. "Which time? When I punched him? Or when I stormed out?"
Jeremy sighed. "Both times, my dear. There are other ways you could have settled your argument."
Lor's eyebrows rose slightly. "Not from where I was standing. You weren't there. You didn't hear what he said to me."
"I do not believe I need to. It was an argument between you and Gregory. What I do know, is that it should have been handled differently."
"Perhaps. But. . ." Lor paused. "I lost it. I just couldn't take it anymore. I need a chance to be myself for awhile," she said in a rush.
Jeremy stared down at her, his eyes boring into hers. He walked over to her, placing his wrinkled hand under her chin. He smiled down at her, his mask shattering. "I know it is difficult for you," he said, "trying to become different. You are not used to this way of life. But," he paused, smiling once again, "everybody needs time off."
Lor's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Wha. . . ?"
"I can give you perhaps three days. This life can be tiresome to anybody."
"But what about Lord Stevenson?"
"What about him?"
"Gregory," Lor said, spitting out the name, "informed him that I would be glad to join him for lunch."
Jeremy flipped his hand dismissively. "Let me handle him. I shall think of something."
"You would do that?" she asked quietly.
"Of course. You are family," he replied. "I do not agree with your choice in recreation, but I will accept it for the time being," he stood up straight, walking slowly toward the door. "You have three days, my dear, use them well."
He left the room quickly, shutting the door behind him. Lor stared and the closed door, her eyes wide. What had just happened? Had her grandfather really just given her three days to spend with Jack?
Minutes later, the door opened again, Jack stepping in. "You all right, love?" he asked, seeing her dazed expression. "I saw yer grandfather leave."
"'E gave me three days," Lor said, finally turning he attention away from the door. "Three days to rest."
Jack grinned, pushing her back on the bed, kissing her jaw softly. "Then let's not waste 'em."
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Lor kissed him softly, attempting to lace up her dress while his probing hands trailed along her skin. "I have to go," she whispered.
"You don't have to," he whispered back, kissing her bare shoulder.
Lor laughed. "Yes I do. Three days are up, love. Not to say they weren't three of the best days of my life," she answered. "If I don't go back now, he'll come for me again. It's better this way. I'll be back, I promise."
Jack took the ties of the dress from her, tying them tightly, frowning. Lor smiled down at him, kissing his forehead. "If I don't return soon, meet me at the Cabot manor in four days. There will be a ball there, and unfortunately I will be attending. Go there," she said.
Jack merely stared up at her, not giving her an answer. She leaned down again, kissing him roughly. She lingered for a moment, not wanting to leave but knowing she had to. Without a look behind her, she left the room, getting ready to make her way back into her hell of a life.
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DON'T FORGET!!! The contest for the preview to the first chapter of the third story in the Sui Generis series is still going on! The submitted articles should be a poem or scene that includes Jack and Lor as the main characters. You should submit them via e-mail to PirateGyrl at aol.com. The contest will continue until the end of Silver and Gold. The winner of this contest will receive the chapter via e-mail when SaG is complete. In the subject space, type "Lor/Jack contest" so I know what the e-mail is about. Remember, it's no fun if no one enters the contest! I hope you all participate!
Next: Chapter 13: Waiting. Will Jack meet her? Will they join again? What will happen?
Dawnie-7: Wow, thank you! To tell the truth, I don't like the new guy either, but that's what makes such a good evil person. I'm glad you like how Jack came in. It was so much fun to write!
PED-sarah: Well, so far 3 people. And thank you very much for liking the chapter!
DaydreamBeliever14: Well. . .
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PineAppleLint: I'm so glad you liked it! That was such a fun chapter to write! I had to have her punch her uncle. It was either that or shoot him, but I figured I didn't need her getting arrested. It would just so totally kill the rest of the story!