Disclaimer: Yadda Yadda, I only daydream about Jack Sparrow, I do not own him.
The world stopped spinning for a moment when his lips met mine, and white stars covered my eyelids as they closed as if to keep me from falling.
I was vaguely aware of him drawing me closer, the heat from his body melding us together with our lips and bodies. His hands pressed on my back, his callused hands feeling warm and strong instead of rough.
The fire coursing through my veins left me breathless, and his breath tasted like the ocean and breeze. It was intoxicating, it was breathtaking, and it was…ending.
As he pulled away, his arms stayed around me and his eyes held a look I had not before seen, it transformed his deep chocolate eyes into a pool of warmth and I wanted to keep staring until I fell in.
"Laurel…" he whispered, his lips a hair away from mine, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I caught my voice and shook out, "Yes?"
"Come with me."
He held my hand as he gently tugged me across the hall to his quarters while my heart was in my throat. He modestly turned away as I changed into my nightgown and climbed into bed.
A moment later I felt him get in as well. I rolled over to face him, and the fire in my blood rekindled. He put his arms around me and grinned his roguish grin, "Now Ms. Brinkley, don't be gettin' ideas."
I smiled back, "I believe that's what I'm supposed to say Captain Sparrow."
