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A/N: This chapter has another sex scene at the end of it, but it's pretty mild compared to my last one, still if you don't want to read it, just stop reading it when he starts kissing her.

Chapter 49: Gabriel's Awakening

She was sitting comfortably in her bed, wondering how Maximilian would treat her that day. It was the day of the dinner party, and if he knew what was good for him he would go out of his way not to upset her. Because if he did, she was sure to throw a scene in front of all the guests.

The day passed quicker than usual, and Camille wasn't bothered by any of the Thatchers, not even Gabriel. She did everything, causing no trouble or quarrels with anyone. She helped dress the girls and do their hair, and set the table and finished decorating. When the guests began arriving, she was very polite to them before slipping away out back. She hugged her knees to her chest, all of a sudden missing Jack.

It was a moment like this one where he would most likely take her somewhere away from the crowd to get good and drunk, and she missed that. She didn't know what Jack was to her anymore, but she had never really known. She and Jack had never really been stable in any aspects, and she assumed it was because in the back of their minds they both knew that they were too different for each other.

She sighed inwardly, looking at the sky, trying to pick out the stars as they were appearing. "Good evening, Camille." Gabriel was making his way across the lawn.

"Shouldn't you be attending your dinner party?" she asked him.

"And spending time with people who enjoy the façade of my family?" she shook his head. "I would rather do anything else."

She laughed. "Have a seat, I was just counting the stars."

He took the invitation and seated himself next to her. "Does the sky look much different when you are at sea?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. You can see every inch of the sky for miles, and the sky blends right into the water since everything is pitched black."

He looked up thoughtfully. "Someday I hope to know what that's like."

"Perhaps," she said.

"I've been meaning to ask you something. Your name…it's French."

"Yes, it is."

"Aren't you Irishborn?"

"Yes, but only my mother's side was Irish. My father wasn't, and I was named after his great Aunt Camille, simply because my mother knew too many Camerons and Caitlyns."

Gabriel looked at her. "I see."

Camille could sense some tension in the young man, and she could see that he was trembling. She was about to ask him if he was cold, but he stood up. "Well, I suppose I should get back to my dinner party."

She nodded slowly, trying to figure out his sudden contradiction. "Yes, I suppose you should."

"Goodnight, Camille."

"Goodnight, Gabriel," she said as she parted with him just after entering through the front door.

She longed for a decent book to read, but could find nothing of any interest. Didn't the people in this house read? Perhaps Gabriel had some literature, since he was such a decent person. She leaned over the banister, trying to find him below. Sure enough, she spotted him. He seemed to be in the middle of a conversation between two older men, and he looked occupied for the time being.

She took this opportunity to sneak quietly to his room, light a candle, and browse among the bookshelves. She found herself engrossed in merely reading the titles, not being able to decide which one she wanted to read first. There were so many great authors on this shelf…

She gasped as the doorknob turned and the young master came in, giving her a surprised look. She stood up. "I am so sorry Gabriel, I came in to borrow a book to read and I just became so caught up in looking at all of the titles," she apologized quickly. "I was going to ask you, I swear."

Gabriel tossed his hat on a nearby table and began taking his boots off. "There's no need to apologize. A woman of your intelligence is always welcome here," he said warmly.

She smiled. "Thank you so much. I appreciate it," she said, finally deciding on a title and plucking it off the shelf. "Goodnight again, Gabriel." As she got closer to the door, Gabriel spoke up.

"Camille, wait," he said.

She turned around. "Yes?"

He made his way up to her, shutting the door and blocking her exit. He scratched his head, looking up at her as he brought his hand down around the back of his neck. After a moment or two, he was able to make eye contact with her. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed.

Her eyes flew wide open. "Me?" she asked innocently. She thought it had been the other way around. "I'm just a servant girl," she said, putting the book down.

"No you're not, you're a Sullivan, you're a courageous woman. And you're a pirate. And you stood up to my father. No man has ever done that, not even my grandfather."

"Well, I'm not going to let the man go on mistreating and spoiling women!" she reasoned. "The bastard had it coming."

"I want you."

She stopped her rant. "What?" she asked incredulously.

"I need you, I have to have you. Just once. Just once, and then I promise I'll never ask for another favor from you. You are so beautiful, you're so kind and sweet and caring…Camille, you must say yes."

She narrowed her eyes at him. A gorgeous young man, pleading her for one night of passion? While she was looking for the perfect thing to do to get back at Jack Sparrow?

"Yes."

He kissed her, deeply. The candle had burned out, and the room was dark now. He groped her steadily, not sure where to put his hands on her. She had realized a while back with the bathtub incident that he was a virgin, and she patiently guided his hands along her body.

With her help, they took each other's clothes off and climbed into bed. He wanted to slip inside her immediately, but she pushed him off. "Not yet, love. You need to work your way inside a woman first," she whispered, putting his hand down between her legs. "Gently."

He did this, and she loved it. Foreplay had always been her favorite part of sex, and if it was done long enough she could have an immense orgasm. But that often took time and energy on her part, and she was much too excited. She moved back and forth, moaning as Gabriel put his mouth over her rising nipples.

His tongue went back and forth quickly across them, and she pulled him down on top of her. He grunted as he went inside her, and kissed her again, pulling back a bit when she bit his lip gently. He began moving, pressing her against the mattress. Her legs were up in the air, and the sheets tumbled off onto the floor as he spread them.

"Tell me when you're ready," she said. He nodded, and began to move back and forth. It didn't take too long, and the bed seemed like it was going to break into pieces from all of the movement.

Gabriel was very aggressive, and a bit too rough on her. But she climaxed anyway, though it was a bit painful afterwards. She let him lay his head on her chest when they were done, and his breathing slowed as she ran her hand through his hair.

"That…was indescribable," he breathed, his head rising and falling with her breathing.

She grinned. "I'm glad you liked it. How old are you anyway, Gabriel?"

"18."

"18? I thought you looked a bit older than that."

Gabriel lifted his head and looked down at her. "I know I have no right to ask this, but how old are you?"

"I'm 25," she answered casually before lifting her head and kissing him. He balanced himself on his elbows and made out with her for a few minutes before positioning himself in the bed next to her. His hand fell on one of her breasts, and he hesitantly lifted it.

"Uhm, do you mind if I…?"

"Hm?" she said, reaching over him to get the covers that had fallen off during the extravaganza. "Oh of course, go right ahead. D'you like them?"

"Camille, they're perfect. Your entire body is perfect," he said before kissing her again.