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Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm giving you this chapter so soon cause I feel bad about not updating for so long! don't beat me Moulin, I'll have you arrested! Hee hee. Did anyone read the other story I started? Its really weird but I thinks its worth writing if any of you like it. Let me know if you like it.
Sasha counted her blessing as she stood before her mirror on her ship, with her crew and her life. It had taken her less than two weeks to get back aboard the Spirit and already she was planning her next loot. Hair tied back in an elegant French role behind her she pulled several curls free to frame her face. The cream satin dress swirled around her legs as she curtsied. She didn't feel bad for leaving Jack, she had no intention of letting the Tears get in his hands. Immortality was not something that could be passed about as a bargaining took. She herself had got the small glass bottle several years ago in much the same way as she got everything else in her life. A sweet smile and a few flattering remarks, in the case of Gabriel's Tears her sweet smile had lasted over three months until the owner had warmed and trusted her enough to let slip their location. She had gone the next day leaving the old man with a broken heart and no chance of defying his death. Strange how between herself and the previous owned neither had plucked up the courage to drink the contents of the veil. Living forever was not a decision to be taken lightly and Sasha had chose instead to hide the Tears until such a day came that would make her want to drink them. Jack on the other hand she guessed wouldn't hesitate to swallow the retched contents, thus making him more dangerous than anyone in the whole ocean.
Smiling at the reflection in the mirror she finished applying the kohl around her eyes and made her way onto the deck. The crew member that would accompany her to the ball were all dressed in their suits, washed and preened to perfection. She grinned at then as in groups of two they made their way to the fancy do at the manor of Lord Harriot.
Getting in hadn't been much of a problem, it would appear that this small town was lacking in security. Sasha had picked her first victim. A handsome gentleman standing returning her flirtatious smile. He bought her a drink or two, talked to her danced and finally lost his gold watch to her. Despite what Sasha did, she did actually enjoy talking to the fools she robbed, she learned mountains of interesting fact and news. She smiled at the gentleman she danced with now. Perhaps she would have her wicked way with him tonight. It had been a while and he was handsome as they came. Her grin faltered as a face caught the corner of her eye. She twisted round to try and get another look but the dance floor was busy and her view was lost. Cursing she turned back to her partner. There. Again. She craned her neck to meet those same eyes that haunted her. She smiled darkly at Jack and he returned it with and equally dark lopsided grin. She held his smouldering stare as he crossed the dance floor and politely asked her partner to pass the dance on to him. She did not hesitate to slip her small hand in his and allow his arm to snake round her waist.
"I think you own me something love," he said resting his cheek against her temple and swaying gently to the soft music. "I believe we had a deal." Sasha smiled as she let her mouth rest closer to his own.
"I have nothing to bargain with you." she whispered feeling his grip tighten round her waist.
"Did you lie to me?" he pulled away to stare down in to her eyes. She smiled wistfully and rested her head against his shoulder feeling for the moment completely happy.
"Perhaps." Jack growled softly at his anger and dragged his mouth to her ear.
"If you lied darling, I'll drag you right back to the noose." she shivered as his lips brushed over her ear.
"Wait until this dance is over at least." she pulled away to gaze up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. The corner of his mouth curved up in a roguish half smile.
"I few dances maybe love," she grinned back and pulled him closer feeling the shocking attraction grow in her loins. She tipped her head back to rest her cheek against his, feeling his breath cascade down her neck and shoulder. Closing her eyes she tried to stifle the urge to grab him there and then, she caught her breath as his hand travelled down her back to rest a fingertips breadth away from her butt. Dragging his mouth to her ear and breathing there was enough to send Sasha near to a puddle on the floor.
"Want to take this dance somewhere else?" his voice was little more than a whisper. Hands clasped he led her from the manor and into the moonlight gardens.
"Do you have Gabriel's Tears?" his question made Sasha smile.
"Does my answer affect the present situation?" she felt a hand slide round her waist and he shook his head allowing her to pull out the band that held his hair back. "Then our business can wait Jack, wither I have it or not, you wont be getting it." she grinned at his irritation.
"I know you have it darling, and I'll get it off you by what ever means." his voice was lost as she placed a single finger over his lips.
"Would you fight me for it?"
"Aye."
"Would you kill me for it?"
"Quite possibly." she laughed and looped her arms round his neck. Destined they were to fight for the right to live forever but for now Sasha's desires ruled her body and at last she felt his mouth against hers. It would have brought the God's to their knee's this kiss, Sasha's whole being was lost to his mouth and hands as they strafed her body, untying the cord that bound her dress and finally resting on the bare skin of her back.
"You'll give me it." Jack growled in her ear as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
"I'll be giving you nothing Jack cept myself." she whispered back rolling the shirt from his shoulders. Chuckling softly he pulled away to catch her eye.
"I'll take it then." Sasha ignored him, her selfish desires blocking everything from her mind as she found his mouth again. For tonight at least they could leave their bickering she had more want full things to think about.
Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm giving you this chapter so soon cause I feel bad about not updating for so long! don't beat me Moulin, I'll have you arrested! Hee hee. Did anyone read the other story I started? Its really weird but I thinks its worth writing if any of you like it. Let me know if you like it.
Sasha counted her blessing as she stood before her mirror on her ship, with her crew and her life. It had taken her less than two weeks to get back aboard the Spirit and already she was planning her next loot. Hair tied back in an elegant French role behind her she pulled several curls free to frame her face. The cream satin dress swirled around her legs as she curtsied. She didn't feel bad for leaving Jack, she had no intention of letting the Tears get in his hands. Immortality was not something that could be passed about as a bargaining took. She herself had got the small glass bottle several years ago in much the same way as she got everything else in her life. A sweet smile and a few flattering remarks, in the case of Gabriel's Tears her sweet smile had lasted over three months until the owner had warmed and trusted her enough to let slip their location. She had gone the next day leaving the old man with a broken heart and no chance of defying his death. Strange how between herself and the previous owned neither had plucked up the courage to drink the contents of the veil. Living forever was not a decision to be taken lightly and Sasha had chose instead to hide the Tears until such a day came that would make her want to drink them. Jack on the other hand she guessed wouldn't hesitate to swallow the retched contents, thus making him more dangerous than anyone in the whole ocean.
Smiling at the reflection in the mirror she finished applying the kohl around her eyes and made her way onto the deck. The crew member that would accompany her to the ball were all dressed in their suits, washed and preened to perfection. She grinned at then as in groups of two they made their way to the fancy do at the manor of Lord Harriot.
Getting in hadn't been much of a problem, it would appear that this small town was lacking in security. Sasha had picked her first victim. A handsome gentleman standing returning her flirtatious smile. He bought her a drink or two, talked to her danced and finally lost his gold watch to her. Despite what Sasha did, she did actually enjoy talking to the fools she robbed, she learned mountains of interesting fact and news. She smiled at the gentleman she danced with now. Perhaps she would have her wicked way with him tonight. It had been a while and he was handsome as they came. Her grin faltered as a face caught the corner of her eye. She twisted round to try and get another look but the dance floor was busy and her view was lost. Cursing she turned back to her partner. There. Again. She craned her neck to meet those same eyes that haunted her. She smiled darkly at Jack and he returned it with and equally dark lopsided grin. She held his smouldering stare as he crossed the dance floor and politely asked her partner to pass the dance on to him. She did not hesitate to slip her small hand in his and allow his arm to snake round her waist.
"I think you own me something love," he said resting his cheek against her temple and swaying gently to the soft music. "I believe we had a deal." Sasha smiled as she let her mouth rest closer to his own.
"I have nothing to bargain with you." she whispered feeling his grip tighten round her waist.
"Did you lie to me?" he pulled away to stare down in to her eyes. She smiled wistfully and rested her head against his shoulder feeling for the moment completely happy.
"Perhaps." Jack growled softly at his anger and dragged his mouth to her ear.
"If you lied darling, I'll drag you right back to the noose." she shivered as his lips brushed over her ear.
"Wait until this dance is over at least." she pulled away to gaze up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. The corner of his mouth curved up in a roguish half smile.
"I few dances maybe love," she grinned back and pulled him closer feeling the shocking attraction grow in her loins. She tipped her head back to rest her cheek against his, feeling his breath cascade down her neck and shoulder. Closing her eyes she tried to stifle the urge to grab him there and then, she caught her breath as his hand travelled down her back to rest a fingertips breadth away from her butt. Dragging his mouth to her ear and breathing there was enough to send Sasha near to a puddle on the floor.
"Want to take this dance somewhere else?" his voice was little more than a whisper. Hands clasped he led her from the manor and into the moonlight gardens.
"Do you have Gabriel's Tears?" his question made Sasha smile.
"Does my answer affect the present situation?" she felt a hand slide round her waist and he shook his head allowing her to pull out the band that held his hair back. "Then our business can wait Jack, wither I have it or not, you wont be getting it." she grinned at his irritation.
"I know you have it darling, and I'll get it off you by what ever means." his voice was lost as she placed a single finger over his lips.
"Would you fight me for it?"
"Aye."
"Would you kill me for it?"
"Quite possibly." she laughed and looped her arms round his neck. Destined they were to fight for the right to live forever but for now Sasha's desires ruled her body and at last she felt his mouth against hers. It would have brought the God's to their knee's this kiss, Sasha's whole being was lost to his mouth and hands as they strafed her body, untying the cord that bound her dress and finally resting on the bare skin of her back.
"You'll give me it." Jack growled in her ear as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
"I'll be giving you nothing Jack cept myself." she whispered back rolling the shirt from his shoulders. Chuckling softly he pulled away to catch her eye.
"I'll take it then." Sasha ignored him, her selfish desires blocking everything from her mind as she found his mouth again. For tonight at least they could leave their bickering she had more want full things to think about.