A/N: Chapter 2!
Jack Ferriman woke quietly, yawning and glancing over at the woman next to him. His surprise and anger at her identity hit him like a truck. Maureen Epps! The damned woman who caused him to lose over five hundred souls! The damned woman who… the woman who made him think twice. The woman who caused his emotions to whirl into a frenzy… His anger faded to a slight fear, and he almost panicked. Looking away, he pulled his hat down to shadow his eyes. His collar came up, blocking the lower half of his face from her view. Oh shit…
Maureen looked at him. Her brown eyes flickered in the dim plane light, and Jack felt his pants tighten. She looked away then, and Jack sighed inaudibly. The fire and fight in the woman had always made him hard, but now was definitely NOT the right time to get a massive erection. He brought his right hand to his mouth and bit his thumb savagely, the blessed pain squelching his desire. Maureen shifted next to him again, and he peeked over at her out of the corner of his eye.
Her eyes had slid shut, and her lips were parted slightly. Jack turned his head to look at her fully, taking in her relaxed form. His right hand twitched. It wanted to take her hand, and hold it, and caress it, and hope that their fingers intertwined and squeezed gently. Jack chuckled inwardly and clenched his fist. It was ironic, really. His own limbs were rebelling against him. He looked away, rested his head against the seat, and inhaled.
"Epps…" His voice came out in a whisper, but his row-mate was quickly wide-awake, and looking around to find the person who had spoken her name.
A/N: Another short chapter, so shoot me. I'm not used to this. ;;
