A/n; well, here it is, on demand . . . beware the sappyness!
After the "ceremony" was over, some of the crew broke out instruments and started to play, then after liberal distribution of drink, the rest of the crew started dancing.
Jack leaned against the ship railing watching Tudor swing about the deck with Gibbs. After a bit, he shoved off the rail and started her way, his eyes never leaving her. Both Tudor and Gibbs halted at Jack's approach. "Cutting in mate." He said with a cheeky smile, Gibbs quickly relinquishing her to his captain. Jack grinned at Tudor as he wrapped his arm around her waist and took her hand, leading her through the simple jig.
The Music slowed, and one of the Crewmembers stood at the front and started to sing a melancholy ballad. Jack and Tudor mutually stopped dancing, and headed up the stairs to the now abandoned helm. "Well, Captain, I must give you your dues. You certainly have made this a nice evening for all. The contribution of some of your personal stash of rum was most generous. My applause." She curtsied, then winked with a laugh.
"I did my best." He said, shrugging in false modesty, his wide smile showing he was not a little pleased with himself.
"You could make it even better." She said leadingly, a twinkle in her eye.
"Really?" He said, inquisitively raising an eyebrow. "And just how could I do that?" he inched closer suggestively.
"Let Will and Elizabeth have your cabin for the night." She stopped him short.
He stood in flabbergasted silence, the let out an indignant snort. "No!" he said swiftly.
"C'mon Sparrow, think about it! Sleeping in a hammock with a bunch of pirates next to you is not exactly a romantic wedding night. In fact, it's cruel! Knowing that they are now actually allowed to . . . y'know . . . and can't! That's tortuous! It will just be for tonight!" She insisted.
"That?" He paused for a moment pondering the issue. "They can do that anywhere, no one on board will care. I will not give up my cabin!" He said stubbornly.
"Lord, you are so selfish! It's one night! How would you like it?" She tried to reverse the issue.
"Can't say as I'd much mind. I'd like it very much." He insinuated and drew close once more.
Before Tudor could respond with 'down boy', Anna-Maria's voice came up from the chaos on deck. "I have a wedding present for you! As the Captain will most likely have need of his own cabin tonight, I offer the first mate's quarters to you for the night." Tudor could imagine how much both Elizabeth and Will blushed at the raucous laughter and catcalling of the crew.
Jack smirked at her. "Well, everything is settled then." He grabbed a half-empty mug of rum, left abandoned on the floor, and raised it high. "A toast to the happy couple!" and he guzzled the drink down.
Tudor paused for a moment, contemplating something. "What does she mean the captain will have need of his own cabin tonight?" She asked with a worried curiosity.
"Well, I'm not entirely certain . . ." he whispered in her ear. "But I'm sure we could find something to do." He was so close she could smell the rum on his breath.
She rolled her eyes. "Sparrow, how drunk are you?" She asked, incredulous, as he was quite obviously flirting.
He leaned close once more. "Not drunk enough to not realise how enchanting you look this evening." His hand reached around her waist and he pulled her to him and ran his fingers through her hair again.
"Sparrow – if you're trying to get into my bodice, flattery won't get you there." She said matter-of-factly, but yet not moving from his arms.
He wound his hand up in her lustrous curls and brought their faces close together until their noses were touching. "Are you entirely certain of that Miss Smith?" Then he tilted his head and kissed her mouth gently.
"I just said flattery wasn't the way." Her tone remained factual.
"So you did." He said and kissed her again, this time more insistently. "But then, I wouldn't classify this as flattery." He dipped his head again.
She smiled, laughter lining her silver eyes. "May not be flattery, but it's damn near an intrusion of my person." She quickly pulled him to her and kissed him back.
He pulled a hand from her hair and lifted a finger. "Ah, but it's only an intrusion if it's unwanted." He said, drawing her closer, eliminating any space between them.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Tudor cocked her head to the side and pretended to be coy.
He quirked an eyebrow. "Is it working?"
"I don't know if I would tell you if it were." She said impishly, then pressed her lips to his again. "Maybe it isn't . . . maybe it is." She said, but Jack cut her off.
He kissed her deeply. "Good." He said against her mouth so that she could feel the word ant the breath he used to say it. "Mmm, very good." He commented as she kissed him back with equal fervour.
Suddenly, Tudor fell back from him, eyes ablaze with fury, and before Jack could respond, he found her bodice dagger once again pointed squarely at him.
He looked at the dagger, who's tip was pricking the soft underside of his jaw. "Is there a problem, madam?"
She smiled coquettishly at him. "Oh, no. Just a mild curiosity as to what exactly your intentions are." She said as she batted her eyelashes.
The steel felt cool against his throat as he lowered her hand down. "I am simply trying to ease your loneliness, fair lass." The metal skimmed over his Adam's apple and then he brought her hand down to his side, drawing close.
Tudor pressed her lips together, eyes no longer wrath filled and she shook her head. She could hold the laughter in no longer and she let out a surprisingly girlish giggle. "I think we can call that a failed attempt at being debonair." She laughed again and walked away from him, headed down the stairs. She stopped in front of his cabin doors, looked up at him above her, motioned for him to follow with a toss of her head, then went through the doors.
Jack stood there a moment look after and mumbling to himself, "I would have thought that a bad reaction, but . . . ah well!" he then followed after her.
When he arrived in his quarters, Tudor stood in front of the seldom-used water pitcher, her stomacher in hand. She had removed it from her dress, laying bare the corset beneath, and she was now trying to dab the blood stains she had acquired in the garden from it. "Well, there's nothing for it, unless you've got some linseed oil lying around." She cursed and squealed girlishly as she spilled water on the rest of her dress. "Better take this off too, before it's completely ruined." She threw the outer layer of her gown over a chair and returned to the pitcher. "Cost me a bloody fortune, that did." She continued to scrub, wearing just her corset and shift.
His eyes never left her as she moved about his cabin. She now stood, scrubbing her hands in the wash basin, attempting to remove the blood she had under her fingernails while scrubbing the material. He slowly came up behind her and put his arms about her waist, gently turning her around in his embrace. "Is there any other reason that might have induced you to stay and lend aide to a pirate when you swore never to do so?"
She cocked her head to a pensive angle. "Well, there is Elizabeth." She said and Jack looked at her askance. "I knew the second that she clapped eyes on Will that she'd be running off with you two, and I couldn't let that happen."
He waited until she was finished then kissed her, his hand under her chin. "Are ye entirely certain about that?"
"Well," She hesitated. "Maybe it was Will. Once you get used to the whining, he is rather dishy. Think I can talk him into a fling?" She said devilishly.
"I don't think your telling me the truth." Jack stopped her with another kiss.
With a flare of a melodramatic breakdown, she closed her eyes. "Alright! I confess!" She yelled. "It's Cotton's Parrot! I'm in love with the bird! He just sweet talks to me and he so intelli . . ." Her words were muffled by Jack's mouth covering hers, kissing her more passionatly then he ever had before.
They continued to kiss violently as they tumbled down onto the unkempt bed, Jack pinning her beneath him, holding her face to his. He slowly manoeuvred his hand onto her ample bosom, feeling the stiff boning of her stays. He sat up quickly, pulling the dagger off its belt at his hip, and with a quick skill, slicing down the front seam of her corset, and yanking it away with one hand, tossing his dagger with it.
She smiled as he leaned down again and started to kiss her neck, his beard tickling her. "Pick up that trick in Singapore?" She asked with an impish curiosity.
He sat upright again and stared at her with shock and amazement. "You've been to Singapore?" He asked with awe.
"Who hasn't." She replied carelessly.
He smiled and shook his head. "I knew I liked you." And with that he set his attention to the knotted mess that was the lacing on her shift.
An hour later, both Tudor and Jack still were lying in the bed, articles of clothing thrown and strewn haphazardly around the large cabin.
Jack lolled his head around on his pillow to face Tudor who was sprawled under the covers on the other side of the bed. "You're not going to roll over and kill me in the morning are you?"
"Of course not!" She said, almost as if in horror. "I'd never wait that long to kill somebody!" She said in the same tone, then relaxed again under the blanket. "No, you'd be dead eight times over by now." She said devilishly.
"Good to know." The last thing Jack remembered before falling into a coma-like sleep was Tudor's small hand flailing across his chest as she slept.
He glanced at the hand quizzically, then his gaze flitted to her face as he heard some indistinct mumbling come from her as she slowly curled up next to him.
He started when intelligible words came from her mouth. "You called me Tudor." She said in her sleep. "No men ever called me Tudor. My father didn't even call me that."
She snuggled against his side and nuzzled her face into his neck. He slowly inched his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head. He stared at her curiously for a bit, considering her words. Tudor let out a soft sigh and he could feel her warm breath against his neck, he smiled, tightened his arms about her , then laid his head back and was soon snoring softly.
