Titel: Watching You Sleep
Author: Sara Sjöberg
Rating: T, slash
Pairing: Sparrington
Authors note: This is my first attempt at Sparrington and I wrote it 3 in the morning long before DMC had have premier, just so you know. And big thanks to my beta, Fly Like a Blueberry Pie for all her help. And none of the characters are mine and so on… And comments are welcome... And since I've know written that this one-shot is Sparrington slash I don't want any 'rude'little comments', if you don't like slash then don't read it; it's as simple as that.
James was not sure of how it all had started or why things had turned out the way they had. He couldn't blame the drink; he only had have a small glass of brandy, after all. But yet here he lay, with that silver- tongued devil of a pirate curled up against him, the musky scent of sex still lingering in the air.
Ah, that must be it, damn that pirate and his wicked tounge. A sad excuse, he knew, blaming the pirate for all of it when he himself had begged him to stay. And stayed he had, even when the moans had silenced and the waves of ecstasy had been ridden out.
He had been surprised when the pirate had curled up against him, but was even more surprised when he found himself wrapping his arms around the man and pulling him closer, almost afraid that the smaller man would slip away and leave him alone in his big, cold bed; although he would natuarlly never admit it.
He was not even sure why he wanted the pirate captain to warm and share his bed, or why on earth he had bedded the man. A Commodore of the British Royal Navy really shouldn't share his bed with a condemned pirate, and a man nonetheless. Especially when he almost had hanged him, and promised to do so a couple of hours ago when the pirate had climbed into his bedchamber through the window with a big satisfied smile. The smile hadn't even died when he had cocked his pistol at him. If possible, that damn smile had only grown wider.
Even now his lips... ah, those delicious, talented… lips were curled into that satisfied smile, but perhaps for other reasons now than then. Even he, himself, was smiling a somewhat happy and pleased smile as he was watching the pirate sleep in his arms. He suddenly realized with a chuckle that the pirate even had the nerve to look as innocent as an angel when asleep. Dark beautiful eyes hidden behind closed lids, those marvelous lips slightly parted... He really needed to stop thinking about those damn lips.
He lazily played with the mess of black braided hair spread out all over the pillows. Entwining his fingers in it, memorizing the shape and texture of every braid and stroking the surprisingly soft hair in astonishment. The pirate stirred a bit in his sleep, muttered something about rum and monkeys while snuggling up closer to him. James smiled. He had finally caught Sparrow and this time he would not let him go.