OK, this next chapter is about the night after Jack and Sunni got married and I edited it quite a bit. Let me know if you think I should have let the sex scene in, or just alluded to it as I have here! Many thanks!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: MORE MEMORIES. . . OF THE SNARKY SORT
"Let me steer th' ship, Jack," Sunni begged him for the fourth time that day.
He glanced down at her. She had innocent, childlike eyes. "You're very persistent, kid."
"Let me steer th' ship an' I'll teach ye how ta swordfight."
"You'll teach me?" Jack roared, rising to her bait. "Ye may know a few tricks, darlin', but it's not wise crossin' blades with a pirate."
"Ah, but ye forget," Sunni stepped between Jack and the wheel. "I am a pirate."
Jack turned her so that she faced the wheel. He placed her small hands on the spokes of the wheel. "You're not a pirate, luv," he said softly into her hair. "You're too good fer that."
Sunni said nothing as she felt the pulls and jerks of the wheel. Finally, she breathed, "You're wrong, Jack."
Jack covered her hands with his and rested his chin on top of her head. "You're a gov'nor's daughter, Sunni."
"I'm a pirate's wife, Jack."
"I can't give ye th' life ye deserve."
"As long as ye give me the life I WANT, I won't care."
"An' what life is that?"
Sunni took a deep breath and stared out at the horizon. "This. Th' Black Pearl. You. . . Freedom."
"They look very content," Anamaria observed as recoiled a rope. "Wasn't it you, Perch, who guaranteed they wouldn't last?"
The old man turned from pounding down a nail to look at his captain and Sunni. "If I remember right, ye agreed with me."
"Who woulda known Sunni was so tolerant?" Ana laughed.
"A woman must be tolerant ta deal with Jack Sparrow," Gibbs joined in the laughter. "Ah, she's a good lass, though. Won't mind havin' her onboard a bit."
Anamaria threw a cockeyed glance to the older man. "I thought ye stuck to yer guns about woman bein' bad luck on board a ship."
"Well, we lasted this long with ye, didn't we?"
"Ye think she'll be a permanent crew member, now?" Perch asked, interrupting the exchange.
Ana shrugged. "Wouldn't mind if she were. I think Jack'll keep her."
"Ye two becomin' friends, now?" Gibbs asked.
"Ye like th' lass more'n I do."
"What do ye reckon they're talkin' about?" Perch asked, breaking up another impending fight between Gibbs and Ana.
Gibbs glanced up to the helm. "Baby names?" he suggested.
The crew chuckled. It was surreal. Their captain, a man who had never grown up, was to be a father.
Sunni's nineteenth birthday was only two days away, and the entire crew, save for Sunni, knew they were a day and a half away from the little island Jack and Elizabeth were marooned on by Barbossa. It now, unofficially, belonged to Jack and he was planning something elaborate.
On the morning of her birthday, Jack pulled the curtains to their cabin windows to assure that she would sleep late. When she awoke, he was sitting at the table, watching her, waiting with breakfast.
"Happy Birthday, luv," he smiled with a broad, cocky grin.
She smiled and stretched like a cat. "Mmm, it is my birthday, isn't it?"
He chuckled. "C'mon, ye old woman, eat your breakfast before it's time for lunch."
Sunni arose from bed, still in her white nightgown, and sauntered over to the table with a yawn. Instead of letting her sit across from him at the table, Jack pulled Sunni into his lap and began kissing and gently gnawing on her neck.
"Mm, pancakes!" she exclaimed.
"Aye, jus' fer yer birthday," Jack held up a fork. She eagerly dug in.
"Jack', you're amazin'," she murmured with a mouthful. He was lazily stroking her back and planting suggestive kisses on her neck and shoulders. "Ye know, I'm not goin' ta be able to properly enjoy these pancakes with you distractin' me like that."
"Well," he murmured, nibbling on her eat. "It was my job ta keep ye busy while the crew gets yer surprise ready."
"Surprise?" Sunni lept up, but Jack pulled her back down.
"Hold on, there, luv," he chuckled. "They ain't ready, yet. You're stuck with me for awhile."
"Do ye really think ye can contain me here after you've told me I have a surprise waitin' fer me-"
Jack cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. Sunni inhaled sharply, surprised, but quickly responded. She leaned into him, rocking back on his lap and gently nipped his bottom lip. Jack smiled with his eyes closed, enjoying his wife thoroughly. With his hands on her butt, he shifted her so that her breasts were pressed firmly into his chest. He rubbed her lower back and felt her melt into his body even more. Her soft lips parted, allowing his prodding tongue access into her mouth. Jack tasted the sweet, sticky syrup that had covered her pancakes and felt a familiar tingle shoot through his veins, a sensation only Sunni created.
Sunni tugged on one of Jack's braids and then flipped off his three-point hat, sending it to the floor.
Jack smiled, his golden molars shimmering in the morning light. "What're ye thinkin', luv?"
Sunni shifted to straddle Jack's lap. "I'm thinkin'," she mumbled, playing with his coal black hair, "that you thought of a really great way to contain me."
Jack kissed her passionately, attacking her luscious lips with force. In true Sunni-style, she returned his kiss with equal fire, covering his mouth with hers and stroking his cheek and neck. They stayed entangled until they were forced to come up for air, both staring into each other's eyes. Jack grinned mischievously, and then hoisted Sunni up, her legs around his waist as he carried her to bed. She giggled like a schoolgirl as he dropped her on the bed and stripped off his white shirt.
Sunni bit her lip as she smiled at his tanned, brown skin and tight muscles. "I am so lucky," she giggled wickedly.
Jack couldn't stop from grinning down at her. He pushed back a lock of her golden hair. "No, luv. I'm the lucky one."
His kisses tasted vaguely of rum and syrup from Sunni's pancakes. Sunni loved the feel of his weight on top of her and practically purred at the feeling of Jack's lips on her neck. His calloused hands ran over every bare spot of her skin. When he ran out of bare skin, he slowly pushed her satin white nightgown up her leg. His fingers barely skimmed over her skin.
"Jack, you're killin' me," Sunni moaned. "Tell me ye need ta keep me busy fer a long time."
"Oh, a long, long time," Jack mumbled as he kissed her throat. "We may not see th' sun today."
Flashback
"I'm gonna walk Sunni home," Jack told Will and Elizabeth as the town clock struck nine. Sunni looked up in surprise as she pulled on her coat. Johnny's baptism was about six hours ago and the Turners had hosted a wonderful dinner for the new godparents. Jack and Sunni had been married just nearly twenty hours.
"Oh," Elizabeth said a little surprise. "Well, I suppose that would be a smart idea since Father isn't home. He can make sure everything is well at the house."
"Though, I'm sure once the servants see a pirate on the porch, things won't be well," Will pointed out.
"I won't go that far," Jack sighed exasperatedly. He stood from the table. "Wonderful meal, mates. Kiss Lil' John g'night for me. I'll be back around tomorrow."
Will nodded and stood to shake Jack's hand and kiss Sunni's cheek. Elizabeth hugged her sister and gave Jack a peck on the cheek.
"Will you be all right at home by yourself?" Elizabeth asked Caitlyn. "You know you are welcome to stay here."
Caitlyn smiled. "Father will be home tomorrow afternoon. I'll be fine, Liz. Besides, all of the servants are still around." She shrugged. "An' I have a sword under my bed an' a pistol in my nightstand."
"How did you get a pistol?" Elizabeth exclaimed, glaring at Will.
"I only gave her an old sword," Will shrugged. "I don't know where the pistol came from."
Jack cleared his throat. "Yes, well, I'm sure you new parents are eager for a moment of shut eye. We'll see you tomorrow," he said, ushering Sunni out the door with a hand on the small of her back.
"We're not going to the mansion, are we?" Sunni asked as they stepped into the clear, night air.
"No," Jack smiled down at her.
She swallowed a lump in her throat. "Where are we going?"
"A surprise," he murmured, a ghost of a grin on his lips.
They walked along in silence, most of the town already tucked in their beds, getting ready for the next morning. No one was outside to question the intentions of a pirate leading the governor's daughter down the cobblestone road.
"Jack?" Sunni's voice squeaked.
He looked down at her, eyebrow cocked.
"Do you really want to stay married to me?"
Jack stopped and turned to her. "Don't you want to stay married to me?"
"Oh, of course, I do," Sunni rushed to assure him. "It's just. . . you're a pirate. Do you want to stay tied down to one woman? A . . . not very experienced one, at that."
Jack smiled warmly. He cradled her face in his hands. "Do you believe in adventures, luv? This is one big adventure. I've never been married before. I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else but you. I guess, what I'm tryin' ta say is. . . I think I've known since th' moment I've met you that you were made fer me, an' I was made fer you. I don't want to divorce you or leave you."
"You love me?"
"I do."
Sunni smiled at the irony of those words. "I think you said th' same thing last night at about this time."
Jack laughed and they continued to walk along the cobblestone. Sunni enjoyed watching his drunken swagger.
"I been thinkin'," Jack said loudly, breaking the silence of the night. "I think that we never. . ." his hands danced about, "we never, uh, what would you call it, um, consummated," he said slowly, "our marriage."
Sunni lowered her head. "I think you are right. I've been thinkin' about that night, an' more an' more memories are comin' back. I think we fell straight to sleep in th' hotel room. Besides. . . I don't . . . feel any differently."
"Ye mean ye ain't sore," Jack said candidly, no shame at all. "An' if we did what we thought we did last night, well," his chest swelled with pride, "then ye'd definitely be sore."
Sunni let out a small laugh. "Where are we goin'?"
"Ta th' beach. What do ye think about sleepin' under th' stars tonight?"
She smiled. "Sounds wonderful."
The sand soon squished beneath the couple's feet and Caitlyn's stomach began to turn with butterflies. So . . . this was it. Where they were going to . . . She swallowed hard.
"You're tense," Jack whispered.
Sunni just swallowed again.
"So ye're really a virgin?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she muttered, her cheeks turning crimson.
"Ye nervous?"
Sunni looked up boldly to declare that she was not, but his caring brown eyes disintegrated her will. "Yes," she told him truthfully.
"Don't be," he planted a soft kiss on her forehead that, oddly enough, calmed her slightly. Slightly.
"C'mon," he took her hand. "Sit down, look at th' stars with me. An' relax, darlin'. You're makin' me nervous."
Sunni couldn't imagine the infamous and renowned Captain Jack Sparrow being nervous. She plopped down in the sand, taking a deep breath. Jack sat beside her and looked upwards.
"Do ye know how ta read th' stars, luv?" he asked.
"Read?"
"Ye know, look fer navigational points. See th' constellations an' figger out where ye are."
Sunni shook her head. "I guess it's somethin' I'll hafta learn, bein' a pirate's wife, eh?"
Jack smiled.
"We're not here ta talk about stars," Sunni said suddenly.
Jack took a breath. "We're not, huh?"
Sunni leaned over and whispered. "Kiss me before I lose my nerve."
In a second, Jack's lips were on hers, consuming the flavor of her. Sunni hadn't realized kissing Jack was anything like this. Immediately, her doubts melted away. Jack's hands were running through her hair, stroking her back and gently working his way to her stomach and breasts. His hands were experienced and knew what they were doing to evoke a strong response from Sunni that she had never experienced before.
His motions gave her a little confidence to do some exploring as well. She lightly traced her fingers down his back and up his chest. When his tongue prodded at her lips, she opened her mouth to allow him access. He skimmed his tongue along her teeth and then withdrew to nibble gently on her neck. Sunni involuntarily moaned and leaned into him. Jack almost growled when her breasts pressed to his chest.
Gently, for Jack was doing everything as gently as possible as to not scare his new bride, he pushed her down into the sand so that she was lying down. He hovered over her, staring into her beautiful eyes. Then, he reached down and began untying her front-tie dress. One lace at a time. His finger would hook under a string and tickled her ribs until he pulled upwards, releasing the confining fabric.
Sunni felt like her skin was on fire. When the dress was finally loosened, Jack helped her out of it. She was down to her undergarments, including her stockings and corset, two very appealing pieces of attire to Jack. Straightening up, Jack tossed his hat aside and pulled his shirt over his head. His tanned, muscled chest shone in the moonlight. Sunni drank in the sight hungrily. He had a few tattoos scattered around, including the beautiful, ragged 'P' on his forearm. She noticed a small rising sun just above his peck.
"What's this?" she whispered, reaching up to stroke the tattoo.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Jack's lips. "Your tattoo. I got it th' moment I set foot on Tortuga after escapin' th' gallows."
"Ye got a tattoo fer me?"
Jack leaned down so that he was inches above her. "I did."
When the stars were cleared from their vision a good time later, Jack grunted and rolled over, pulling Sunni on top of him this time. She nuzzled her head into his chest.
"We are absolutely covered in sand," Jack muttered into her blond locks.
"I don't care," she answered, feeling the gritty sand on her back. "I don't want to move."
Jack smiled. "Ye liked that, then?"
Sunni laughed. "I love you, Jack Sparrow."
"Captain, luv, Captain Jack Sparrow."
Again, Sunni laughed. She was beginning to be able to think and move again. "We need a bath."
"Now that is an interesting concept," Jack smiled, sitting up as Sunni did.
"Ye know I'd be too sore ta do that again," Sunni answered.
"Do you hurt?" Jack asked, suddenly serious.
"No, just tender, I suppose. Now what are we going to do about a bath?"
Mischievously, Jack grinned. Then, he stood and threw her over his shoulder and waded into the warm Caribbean sea. He was graced with her laughter for his idea.
End Flashback
