Author's Note: O.K., I got a much more overwhelming response than I thought I would to the random chapter I put up here a few days ago, so I guess I'll put up the whole story. This is NOT my best writing. It was simply a get away from writer's block. It is actually based on fan fiction of a friend of mine's, but Ii have changed all the names to put it up and it is my own plotline. Also, it looks like Ii have to remove all the songs from my stories (Why do we have to do that? I give credit where it's due every time?) Oh well… Please remember that this was a blatant Mary-Sue when I wrote it – I can't help wanting to be with Jack, can you? So , please, knowing that, and knowing that I didn't spend nearly as much time on it as my other fics, be kind. It's VERY casually written. Enjoy my fluff!

A young man, no more than eighteen, pressed a young woman against the dark wooden wall of silent tavern. Their mouths met in the kind of lust filled passion that never seems real, but most certainly is. His hand traveled the woman's right leg, trying desperately to find its way under the layers of her skirt, but pulling away from him, a smile on her face, she denied him.

"Really, is that anyway to behave after all of this?" she asked.

His smile could have easily been disarming for any female. "Why not? Isn' like anyone'll mind."

"I mind." The young woman slipped from his grasp, careful not to trip over a nearby corpse.

"Upstairs then, love?"

"Jake Delmone, you are impossible!"

"An' tha's why ye love me so much, Nicolette."

What had just taken place here was rather routine. Several men, known to frequent this tavern, had attacked this young man and woman's camp during the night, trying to rob them of their supplies. True, Jake and the others had chased them off, but that wasn't enough for him. In this time and place, reputations were key, and Jake did not long to have a spot of weakness associated with his. How was this problem solved? By attacking, of course. Jake, Nicolette, four other men, and one woman, had burst through the doors only moments before, slashing only the throats of those who attacked them the night before. With Jake, it was a rule to never harm innocent bystanders, so he urged them to leave the tavern upon his arrival. Those who had never wronged Jake or the others were never harmed, never even threatened – that's what made this troop of people so different from the other bands of villains and thieves.

"All right, ye two," a female voice called. "Plenty o' time for tha' at camp. Let's move!"

"No souvenir for ye, Babette?" Jake asked, an eyebrow cocked.

"Nah, not tonight, Jake. I think Owen will do just fine."

A blonde male standing by the door quickly turned his head saying, "I'm the lucky one tonight, eh?"

I should take a moment to explain Babette to you. She's an attractive redheaded woman in her early twenties, with deep green eyes that could bring any man to his knees…and has. She also just happened to be an incredibly skilled fighter who had been fending for herself since the tender age of eight. Aside from her fighting, she was also skilled in the manner of…pleasure. Before joining up with Jake, she was a very sought after woman of the night. Now, if she found no one she wished to pay her for her services, she worked her wonders on the other four men that traveled with him. Never Jake though. Jake was Nicolette's alone.

Ah, and just who is Nicolette, you ask? Good question. A year ago, when Nicolette was fifteen, her life was normal…perhaps a bit dull, but normal. The daughter of a set of rather "well-to-do" parents, she was well educated, and overly sheltered. On a very humid July evening, her entire world changed. A powerful storm rolled in, and with it, a band of men that wished to take every bit of wealth her family possessed. Pirates raided her home, taking all she had and killing all those she loved. Unbeknownst to her, these pirates were being hunted down by one Jake Delmone, whose story I shall get to momentarily. He and his men followed them to Nicolette's home, but were too late to do anything about the civilians inside – aside from a scared teenager hiding in a crawlspace in the wall. She heard a fight ensuing in her home and assumed that the guards in the town had come to help. She left her hiding place to see a massacre taking place in the very spot where Christmases and birthdays were celebrated…

Much to her surprise, there were no guards attacking those that slaughtered her family, but another group of rogues. Unable to control herself, a scream left her mouth and she caught Jake Delmone's attention. Her ran his blade through the man in front of him and made his way to her.

"Yer house?" he asked. She nodded, terrified. "Only one left?" Again she nodded. Acting as though he'd known her forever, he very quickly latched onto her lips and kissed her in a way that Nic (for short) was taught to be improper. She merely stood wide-eyed as Jake ran back into the midst of the fight. After the men who attacked her home were dead, Jake once again approached the frightened girl. "Got anyone else in this town t' go to?"

She struggled to find her voice. "N…no. E-everything's gone."

Jake thought a moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist. "Ye'll be comin' with me then."

"I'll do no such thing!"

"No? Ye'll stay here in the rubble o' yer life then?"

"I certainly can't leave with a stranger…a killer!"

"I may be a killer, but I'm no murderer. They wronged me an' me mates – we killed 'em – an' happened t' save yer arse in the process." Jake realized his tone and softened it. "I'm sorry we weren' here sooner, lass." Nicolette gave him a questionable look. "I don' like innocent people dyin'."

"That's no reason for me to run off with a…scoundrel."

Jake laughed. "A scoundrel am I? Haven' heard tha' one in a while." He ran his hand along the young girl's cheek. "What else d' ye have?" No answer. "Have ye ever been out o' this town?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Everythin'," Jake smiled. "Come with me, lass, see the world."

"Why me?"

"Why not?"

Nicolette began to fall under the spell of his russet eyes. "You don't even know my name."

"An' ye don' know mine."

"Nicolette Lyon," she whispered, not understanding what she was feeling.

"Jake Delmone. There, we know each other's names. Now, why don' ye go grab some clothes an' we'll be on our way, hm?"

"A…all right." She disappeared up the stairs. Now, I suppose you must be thinking, "Why on Earth would she go with someone like that?" Well, you don't know Jake Delmone, do you? Well, now you shall…

Jake Delmone was, well, at least assumed he was, an orphan. He was raised on an island called Tamsin– a place where being a villain was seen as being a hero. He was told that he was the bastard son of some pirate or another. He was pretty much raised by the town, really, he was especially taken care of by a particular man and woman, but it seemed as though everyone wanted a part in molding his young mind. Once he was old enough to truly understand everything, he couldn't understand why most of the population killed simply to…kill. No rhyme or reason, just blood and glory. This didn't sit well with him and he, quite simply, left. He killed, yes, but as you have already heard, only when it has a purpose.

He took a smaller, but still rather powerful ship called The Mercenary as well as a few friends that seemed to think the same way he did and began a new life. One of the men, Talib, had a very good knack for finding "treasure", which was something that they did rather often, but it was by no means their only purpose in life. Jake hadn't really come up with one of those yet. In fact, to this day, he is unsure of what life really holds for him.

Oh, I still really haven't mentioned why Nicolette decided to go with Jake, have I? Well, aside from those eyes that any woman would easily get lost in, his other features were just as attractive. His hair matched those eyes and fell to just below his shoulders. His smile was crooked, but that kind of crooked that charms you, that weakens your knees. His cheekbones looked as if they had been chiseled to their perfection, and his lips held a fullness that was sinfully alluring. He was a hard person to resist. Enough reason for you? Yeah, I thought so.

So, a year passed. Nicolette had learned that freedom could give you the most powerful natural high imaginable. She learned to fight, to steal, and to make Jake's most secret of fantasies come true. She had fallen in love hard and fast…and Jake had done the same. He watched her change from a fragile girl to a sultry, dangerous young woman, proud that it was mostly his doing.

Jake and Nicolette followed the others from the tavern – they would continue their "celebration" once back at camp. Yes, camp. More times than not, Jake liked to set up shelter in the wooded areas of the Caribbean islands. He left his ship well guarded, while he and his close mates stayed ashore for a while. As much as he loved he sea, he found a comfort on land as well.

The couple entered their makeshift tent that was bare, yet comfortable. Blankets and pillows were really all they needed at night, really. They had a fire pit set up between the tents for cooking – it was all rather nice, considering.

Nicolette's head had barely hit the pillow when Jake began to tug at the ties to her corset. His mouth ravaged her neck as she squirmed beneath him – not because she was trying to get away, not at all, more so because he was tickling all of the proper nerve endings. When her corset came loose, her dress vanished in mere seconds. Jake fumbled with his own clothing, unable to contain the lust coursing through his veins. Jake only became this way after a fight – it was as if he transferred his bloodlust to a sexual one. He could never understand why this was so, but he couldn't honestly say he minded it…and neither did Nicolette. Lovemaking was all well and good and romantic, as well as something she and Jake did often, but when they relied on carnal instincts, there was a heightening of senses that could never be matched.

"Christ, love, I think I might burst…" Jake grunted as he freed himself from his pants.

"I don't think you'll burst," Nicolette said coyly. "However, we don't need anything else 'exploding' just yet, do we?"

Jake smiled wickedly. "I ever tell ye tha' I love the way I corrupted yer mind?"

"You may have men…" Her words were cut short by his lips. He was kissing her with a force that could have bruised had she not been prepared for it. She kissed him back with the same intensity and managed to flip him onto his back. She pulled her mouth away from his, her target standing out from her lover's body.

"No, Nic, I can'!" Jake insisted. "If ye do tha' righ' now, ye won' get yers."

The young woman feigned a pout saying, "Well, that wouldn't be fair, would it?" She straddled him and in one swift motion they became one.

As skilled a job as she was doing, Jake had the need to be in control. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped her to his former position. His hips pistoned rapidly and his mouth sought out any flesh he could find. Nicolette's cries could be heard in the other tents, but nobody minded – however, Babette knew she'd be busy throughout the night. The look in Jake's eye was unmistakable; he was close to reaching his end, but always made it worth his lover's while.

"Nic…so close…" he panted. He knew that she had already fallen over the edge once, if not twice, and Jake was out to make sure that her third time was no disappointment. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and rose onto his knees, taking her with him. Holding her here in this position was in and of itself so erotic, that with a roar from Jake and a squeal from Nicolette, the couple toppled into oblivion together. Sleep took them both…

Love, adventure, sex… A pirate's life was the pinnacle of freedom, danger, and romance. Was there more to it? Of course, there always is…