My apologies to all of you for being slow in updating……I have been spending a lot of time flat on my back due to a herniated lumbar disc in my back, so I haven't been able to spend as much time writing as I would like. Also, I apologize for any grammar errors I make, as the painkillers make me really loopy at times…… I stumble around like my favorite pirate!
Now, the spoiler: This chapter, once again, does contain some romantic situations revealing the softer side of CJS and is rated PG-13, so if you don't like mushy stuff, feel free to skip the first segment(s). And never fear, there will be plenty of action coming soon!
One of my delightful reviewers said she would love to see our Beloved Captain take on Vegas………ask and ye shall receive, so be watching for that soon! Also, I love reviews and constructive criticism, and plot suggestions are welcome as well, so what are you waiting for, hmmmm?
As always, I don't own any of the characters from Disney's POTC; just the ones I've come up with in my poor overworked widdle brain!
Chapter 11: ReflectionsNovember 1st…..early afternoon….
(Inside Jack's Head……oooh, scary place, mate!)
……aaahhhhhh………lilacs……
I am pleased with myself for finally identify the scent that lingers on the soft pillows of Jo's bed. It's an odd feeling to a man accustomed to the sea, waking up in a bed that isn't rocking, unfamiliar but not altogether unpleasant. It is pleasant, however, to wake up with the knowledge that at least for one morning, I don't have to worry about being attacked by fellow pirates, a mutiny among the crew or the Royal Navy waiting to clap me in irons. It's also highly pleasant to wake up with me arm around a lovely woman.……
Looking down at her as she sleeps with her head on my chest, I reflect over the past hours and smile at the memory. Jo is indeed a lovely woman……clever, spirited, and as I can honestly attest to, passionate in nature. I had never tried to hide the fact that I was attracted to her, far from it, but I was half teasing when I pinned her beneath me on the bed and enthralled her with kisses. I knew she was traumatized from that bastard's assault, and I had felt the need to try and wipe away those memories with some tender wooing. I had no intentions of truly seducing her at that moment, not that it wasn't tempting, mind you……but wicked pirate though I am, I still had the decency not to take unfair advantage of a lady in distress. That's why her next actions took me somewhat by surprise.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that starting something that you don't intend finish isn't polite, Captain?" she had said, grasping my shirt and vest, refusing to allow me to leave her. Looking down at her, I saw the smoldering heat in her gaze as those hazel eyes looked into mine with a silent challenge. And I never could refuse a challenge…..
"Well, we can't let it be said that Captain Jack Sparrow ever passed up an opportune moment……just promise me you won't swoon this time until after I ravish you, savvy?" I chuckled, and was pleasantly surprised when she didn't slap me or tell me to sod off…
What followed was something special, an encounter that even a scurvy rum-addled man like yours truly would find it hard to forget. Now, you must understand this……I've bedded many women in my 30-odd years of existence, and for once the phrase "a woman in every port" is pretty accurate……more like a harem in every port to be precise. I love women, all shapes, sizes, and colors, and for the most part they seem to like me back, or put on a good show of it to get their hands on the contents of me coin purse. But there have been very few of these soiled doves that I've ever had more than a fleeting interest in……Scarlett was one, and Giselle another, but even those didn't last long or involve anything resembling a commitment.
To be honest, I've never had much association or much use for real ladies, even in my life before I turned to piracy. Tthe ones I have met, with the exception of a few fellow lady pirates and Mrs. William Turner, tend to shriek from fear, not delight upon seeing a pirate such as meself. So when Jo came into my life, or rather I appeared in hers, it was like nothing I'd ever encountered before.
She wasn't a shrinking virgin when I came to her bed, but neither was she experienced, like most of the women of my association. She was a fierce and hungry lover one moment, then almost painfully shy the next, blushing in the charming way that only the inexperienced do as I encouraged her gentle explorations. And most gratifying was her uninhibited responsiveness to my loving; finding a partner who genuinely delights in your touch without making demands in return is in itself is a treasure worth more than silver and gold……
Jo mumbles in her sleep and snuggles closer to me, and I smooth the hair back from her face. The livid blue-purple bruise on her cheek sends a flame of rage through me…..I am still furious with myself for not getting to her before Michael dealt her that blow and the others. I wish now that I had taken the time to geld the bastard while I had the chance, but that would have caused some trouble that I could ill afford. I catch the movement of my hand in the mirror, and can't help but smile again at the picture she and I present. We look entirely sated, like a pair of panthers resting after a successful hunt. I can't resist gently tugging the sheet down just a little, enough to reveal the sweet curve of the back of her spine and…what's this? I hadn't noticed it before, but in the mirror's reflection I can see that Jo has a tattoo, a delicate Celtic design by the look of it, situated in her lower back just above her sweet arse. Her skin is smooth as silk and pale as the finest porcelain, and my callused hand delights in that wide playground. I use the mirror as my guide as I trace the pattern on her back with one finger.
My delicate touch causes Jo to stir, and those hazel eyes glide open as she slowly wakes, favoring me with an earth shatteringly sweet smile that for some unknown reason sends my heart to somewhere in the vicinity of my knees. Her eyes held a glint of mischief, and I find myself yelling a second later when those luscious lips that I had come to delight in grinned wickedly before she leaned down and blew a long, wet, and loud raspberry against my taut and extremely ticklish belly.
Growling ferociously, I roll her over on her back and pin her arms once again as she giggles at my expression as I lean close to her ear and whisper. "Did you not know that it's dangerous to play such games with a pirate, Missy? A lass with a sweet mouth like yours might find themselves in danger of losing their virtue."
Lifting her head she reaches out and nips my earlobe, at which point I claim that naughty mouth for a deep kiss. When we come up for air, she smilingly replied to my question. "Aye, Captain…I was counting on it."
There's only one way I could respond to that challenge, and I did so. Some women are just too damn clever by far………………
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(Much later that afternoon……)
Jo was awakened by a sharp slap on her naked backside, and she sat up with a yelp and a glare at Jack, who was nearly completely dressed and grinning from ear to ear as he sat at the foot of the bed. Leaning up on one elbow, Jo grumbled and rubbed her offended posterior, scowling up at him as he rose, leaned down and ran a slightly grubby finger down her nose before flicking it lightly. "Tis nearly dark outside, and while I would like to think I could survive on love along, it behooves us to leave our little nest and go in search of something edible."
Jo sighed and sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself as she rose and headed for the bathroom. "Let me take a quick shower, and then we can take a cab so I can pick up my car." Jack heard the sound of water running and then a hissing sound that got him curious. Walking into the bathroom, he was entranced by the sight of warm pink flesh when it brushed up against the opaque shower curtain, when something else caught his eye. He stood in front of the commode and by process of elimination (pun intended) quickly figured out the purpose of the appliance. Spying the silver handle to the left of the porcelain appliance, he reached out and……..
"JAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Jo's scream echoed in his head as she half leaped/half fell from the shower, shampoo running down her hair and murder in her eyes. Startled and sensing immediate danger to his person, Jack ran from the room as she slammed the door behind him, knowing now for certain that bathing was definitely not a safe activity to participate in.