Into The Fire Chapter 4: Morning After
Thank-you for actually reading this, your comments are always appreciated and they encourage me to write faster! *grin*
This is my second uploaded version, I think I yanked the first before it was seen. This particular chapter was a bit difficult to write as I had to add some key elements that will be of importance alter on. It still doesn't seem quite right but I'm going to let it be and move on.
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Her head hurt - why was it so bright. Jess buried her head into the couch cushions to escape the annoying light and inhaled the rich scent of leather. No wait - why am I on the couch? She sat up with a start.
"Ow, maybe a little slower with the moving from now on." she groaned.
"Ah-ha, so the sleeper awakes, wondered how long you were going to be out." Jack eyed her from the chair he had settled in for the night.
"Mmph, I'm thinking my bed sounds rather nice though, except for the whole moving and walking."
"Probably not the best idea, better to go out and get some air." Jack walked over and crouched in front of Jessamin. He smiled "I take it you don't do this often darling? Never seen someone get so drunk on less than a bottle of wine."
"Your right, I don't, but it's really all your fault anyway." She replied crossly. "Ooh, that's a lovely shade of purple!" Jess poked at the lump on his forehead.
"Ow stop! Bloody. woman - haven't you already done enough damage there already!" he jumped back, hands in the air, "and how do you figure this is all my fault, I didn't make you drink yourself unconscious. That was your own doing, don't fob it off on me."
She grit her teeth - it was way too early for this.
"I'm not 'fobbing' anything off on you! You started it, you even admitted to trying to push at me." The throbbing of her head fueled her temper even more as she got into Jack's face. "Now you listen to me! I've had enough of this, I want to sleep, my head hurts, and none of this would have happened if I just let you stay on that island."
Jack slowly backed up until he felt the edge of the dining table. Note to self - never disturb this woman when she was hung over. Ever. Oddly her eyes held no trace of their usual violet color, they were now dilated to pools of cold ebony. He tried to edge around the table's corner but she countered the movement, like a predator fixed on her prey.
Jessamin could feel the anger rising inside of her and struggled to fight it down, she knew the danger of loosing control. She felt paralized in her brain and unable to control her reactions.
"Easy there now luv, no need to over react. I'll just be going outside for some fresh air and you can go do whatever your little heart wants." Jack tried to soothe as he made another attempt towards the door. Bad move.
She lashed out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. With more strength than her appearance gave credit she shoved him against the wall.
"Mr. Sparrow," her voice low and sultry "what makes you think I am going to let you go anywhere?" she leaned in close, pressing him harder to the wall, her body against his. A small voice inside protested but Jessamin ignored it.
"Captain, you are not yourself." Jack couldn't believe he had just said that. But this wasn't right.
"I won't hit a woman, but I will use force. let.me..go." he growled. Gods but she was intoxicating, and his body was responding - even if his brain knew better.
Something snapped in Jessamin's head and the rage flowed away like water. Only then did she realize she was still holding Jack to the wall, his lips a mere fraction from hers and his erection hard against her hip.
"What have I done?" she whispered.
Jack felt the change immediately and her eyes were once again their normal shade. A look of shock crossed her face and she pulled again from him.
"It's ok, really - no lasting harm done, well except to my ego." Jack tried to joke as he reached out to comfort her.
She flinched at his touch, and moved further away. "Please," Jess said quietly "just go."
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Jack closed the door behind him. What in bloody hell just happened? Cause either she was completely cracked or there were deeper issues. He didn't figure he was going to find out anytime soon either way. Might as well go and enjoy the fresh air and chat up the crew.
With that resolve he stepped away from the door and into the sun.
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Jessamin slipped into her quarters, the quiet dark a comforting embrace. She curled up into her favorite chair and clutched a well worn pillow to her chest.
What was going on. She hadn't lost control of herself in over 5 years, and even then that occasion was entirely justified. Something so trivial as this morning shouldn't have caused such a slip.
Maybe it was the wine, she hadn't had that much in a long time, as tea was her usual preference.
Right, who are you trying to fool.
Rage and lust were two primal powers, and you've been without a man in how long? It doesn't help that you see your crew as your family and therefore can't think of any in a sexual way.
So along comes Jack, amusing, annoying, attractive and flirtatious to all hell. You find yourself relaxing, letting him in behind your barriers of protection. Only to realize it too late and instinctively lash out, be it verbally or physically.
It could have been worse, so much worse.
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Next - Chapter 5: Storm Breaking
Thank-you for actually reading this, your comments are always appreciated and they encourage me to write faster! *grin*
This is my second uploaded version, I think I yanked the first before it was seen. This particular chapter was a bit difficult to write as I had to add some key elements that will be of importance alter on. It still doesn't seem quite right but I'm going to let it be and move on.
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Her head hurt - why was it so bright. Jess buried her head into the couch cushions to escape the annoying light and inhaled the rich scent of leather. No wait - why am I on the couch? She sat up with a start.
"Ow, maybe a little slower with the moving from now on." she groaned.
"Ah-ha, so the sleeper awakes, wondered how long you were going to be out." Jack eyed her from the chair he had settled in for the night.
"Mmph, I'm thinking my bed sounds rather nice though, except for the whole moving and walking."
"Probably not the best idea, better to go out and get some air." Jack walked over and crouched in front of Jessamin. He smiled "I take it you don't do this often darling? Never seen someone get so drunk on less than a bottle of wine."
"Your right, I don't, but it's really all your fault anyway." She replied crossly. "Ooh, that's a lovely shade of purple!" Jess poked at the lump on his forehead.
"Ow stop! Bloody. woman - haven't you already done enough damage there already!" he jumped back, hands in the air, "and how do you figure this is all my fault, I didn't make you drink yourself unconscious. That was your own doing, don't fob it off on me."
She grit her teeth - it was way too early for this.
"I'm not 'fobbing' anything off on you! You started it, you even admitted to trying to push at me." The throbbing of her head fueled her temper even more as she got into Jack's face. "Now you listen to me! I've had enough of this, I want to sleep, my head hurts, and none of this would have happened if I just let you stay on that island."
Jack slowly backed up until he felt the edge of the dining table. Note to self - never disturb this woman when she was hung over. Ever. Oddly her eyes held no trace of their usual violet color, they were now dilated to pools of cold ebony. He tried to edge around the table's corner but she countered the movement, like a predator fixed on her prey.
Jessamin could feel the anger rising inside of her and struggled to fight it down, she knew the danger of loosing control. She felt paralized in her brain and unable to control her reactions.
"Easy there now luv, no need to over react. I'll just be going outside for some fresh air and you can go do whatever your little heart wants." Jack tried to soothe as he made another attempt towards the door. Bad move.
She lashed out and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. With more strength than her appearance gave credit she shoved him against the wall.
"Mr. Sparrow," her voice low and sultry "what makes you think I am going to let you go anywhere?" she leaned in close, pressing him harder to the wall, her body against his. A small voice inside protested but Jessamin ignored it.
"Captain, you are not yourself." Jack couldn't believe he had just said that. But this wasn't right.
"I won't hit a woman, but I will use force. let.me..go." he growled. Gods but she was intoxicating, and his body was responding - even if his brain knew better.
Something snapped in Jessamin's head and the rage flowed away like water. Only then did she realize she was still holding Jack to the wall, his lips a mere fraction from hers and his erection hard against her hip.
"What have I done?" she whispered.
Jack felt the change immediately and her eyes were once again their normal shade. A look of shock crossed her face and she pulled again from him.
"It's ok, really - no lasting harm done, well except to my ego." Jack tried to joke as he reached out to comfort her.
She flinched at his touch, and moved further away. "Please," Jess said quietly "just go."
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Jack closed the door behind him. What in bloody hell just happened? Cause either she was completely cracked or there were deeper issues. He didn't figure he was going to find out anytime soon either way. Might as well go and enjoy the fresh air and chat up the crew.
With that resolve he stepped away from the door and into the sun.
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Jessamin slipped into her quarters, the quiet dark a comforting embrace. She curled up into her favorite chair and clutched a well worn pillow to her chest.
What was going on. She hadn't lost control of herself in over 5 years, and even then that occasion was entirely justified. Something so trivial as this morning shouldn't have caused such a slip.
Maybe it was the wine, she hadn't had that much in a long time, as tea was her usual preference.
Right, who are you trying to fool.
Rage and lust were two primal powers, and you've been without a man in how long? It doesn't help that you see your crew as your family and therefore can't think of any in a sexual way.
So along comes Jack, amusing, annoying, attractive and flirtatious to all hell. You find yourself relaxing, letting him in behind your barriers of protection. Only to realize it too late and instinctively lash out, be it verbally or physically.
It could have been worse, so much worse.
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Next - Chapter 5: Storm Breaking