Revenge of the Bleeding Heart
Disclaimer: I only own anything you don't recognize from "Pirates of the Caribbean". This is the sequel to "A Halloween Wish", so suggest you read that first…or you won't understand this.
Author's Note: Hey there, mates! I'm sorry it's been a while. I was in the hospital for sometime recently (and was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes…go figure) and didn't have time to write. But now I'm back! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Forewarning…there is a sex scene. Ye be warned. Don't worry…it was done tastefully.
Chapter 11: Welcome Home
I felt the Black Pearl jolt again and found myself thrown against the wall of my cabin. I gripped the wall to the best of my ability and then straightened up. The Bleeding Heart was attacking the Black Pearl? My ship was here? Chris had been looking for me all this time. I couldn't believe it. I never thought I would see the love of my life again. I had to get off this ship. I ran to my door and grabbed the knob firmly in my right hand. A small smile crossed my lips as I turned the knob and opened the door.
My eyes widened as I heard loud shouts. I darted down the hall and up the stairs so quickly that my feet felt numb. When I reached the top, everyone was fighting. Gunshots were flying across the deck and swords were clanging and echoing over the open ocean. I felt my eyes tear up. I loved my crew so much, but Jack's crew had become my friends. I didn't want anyone to die.
I glanced around frantically, searching for any sign of Jack or Chris. There was no sign of my love, but I saw Jack standing at the helm with his sword held high. He was screaming out orders and telling his crew to keep firing at the Bleeding Heart. "Stop blowing holes in my ship!" I screamed as I ran up to the captain and grabbed onto his arm.
"They started it," he stated firmly.
"That's my crew you're killing off. You have to stop this fight, Jack. I don't want to lose my friends. Please, Jack…I beg you."
"I'm sorry, love…but your crew is attacking me. I'm defending my ship and my crew. Now get back to your cabin." I stared up at Jack and then stormed down the steps to the main level. I unsheathed my sword and looked around. I noticed Ana Maria taking on Bowen, the youngest man of my crew…the cabin boy. I gasped and took a step, only to find Will holding onto me.
"Will, let go!"
"You're going to get yourself killed, Nat," he replied.
"That's my cabin boy about to get murdered!" I yelled as I wrenched my arm from his grip. "Bowen! Ana Maria! STOP!" I shouted as I ran over and placed my blade between both of them. They both looked at me with shock and slowly put down their swords.
"Captain Morgan…you're…alive?" Bowen asked. I nodded and wrapped my arms around the boy, pulling him against my chest. I looked out for him like a younger brother. I didn't want him killed.
"Who led this attack?" I questioned.
"That would be Chris, Captain," he replied.
"Where is he?"
"He said he was going after Sparrow." My eyes widened as I looked up to the helm of the Black Pearl. Sure enough, there was Chris. He stood there like a statue; his blade unsheathed, and was yelling at Jack. My heart began to pound within my ears. I loved Chris so much, but I didn't want Jack killed either. This is what I got for getting involved with two different pirate crews. I watched in terror as Jack and Chris crossed blades. The strange thing was that Jack wasn't attacking Chris. He was observing and defending the entire time. It was definitely the safer plan, but what if he got killed? I couldn't handle that.
"Jack! Chris! NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I pulled out my gun and fired a bullet into the sky. Everyone suddenly stopped fighting and looked at me. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and let my arm fall to my side. I slowly strolled up the stairs to the helm with my gun still cocked at my side and looked between the two men. Jack was staring at me with soft eyes while Chris' eyes were stern and shocked.
"Morgan?" Chris asked. I nodded and slightly smiled at him before looking at Jack.
"I thought I told you to stay in your cabin," he said with a smirk.
"And since when have I ever listened to you, Sparrow?" His gold teeth glittered in the setting sun as he eyed me closely. I abruptly felt body conscious and looked to Chris again. "Why are you both fighting like this?"
"I came for you, Morgan," Chris stated as he dropped his sword and pulled me into an embrace. I left my arms at my sides and stayed stiff as he kissed my forehead and then cupped my face in his hands. I could feel Jack's eyes on me the entire time. It sent so many shivers down my spine that I didn't know whether I craved or despised them. I looked out across the horizon and then to the Bleeding Heart. I could go back to where I had made my life…become a captain again. "Let's go Morgan. Time for you to take over again." I looked up at Chris when he spoke those words. He was right.
"Y-Yes," I managed to choke out as I stepped out from Chris' embrace and turned to Jack. I had never seen his dark eyes so depressed. They were shimmering with tears. I swallowed a lump in my throat and softly shut my eyes. I had to leave the Black Pearl and return to my ship. That was my place. I was a captain after all. When I opened my eyes and looked at Jack again, I noticed that he was just staring at me. All of the emotions had been erased from his chocolate eyes. "Captain Sparrow…" I stated as I nodded my head.
"N…Morgan," he whispered in response. I smiled slightly and extended my hand for him to shake. He gently took my hand in his and brought it to his lips. "It's been an honor, love." I nodded again to his words and then felt Chris pull on my arm. He led me down the stairs very quickly and then over to the port side of the Black Pearl. He gripped a stray rope and I wrapped my arms around him before we swung across the gap and landed on the Bleeding Heart. I released my hold on him and turned back to face the Pearl.
"All hands report back to me, pronto!" I shouted. I heard my entire crew cheer and before I could even blink they were standing on my ship again. I slightly smiled at all of them and then walked up onto the stairs that led to the helm so I could see everyone. "It's great to be back," I began, "And I'm grateful that you all came for me. Shall we set sail once again?" A loud round of "aye" floated up and echoed across the open sea. I nodded my head and unsheathed my sword before lifting it to the sky.
"WAIT!" I jumped at the sound of Will's voice. I then noticed him running up the steps in front of me. However he got across the gap between ships was beyond me.
"Will, what are you doing here?" I asked as I dropped my sword to my side.
"Get off the ship, you traitor!" Chris yelled. I looked passed Will and sent my lover a glare that silenced him faster than a bullet. My eyes then focused on the young blacksmith/pirate before me.
"What is it, William?" I asked again.
"Just take this," he whispered as he grabbed my free hand and placed a small envelope that had quite a bit of weight to it in my hand. I looked at him with pure and utter confusion. "Read it on your own and please be open-minded about it. He loves you so much." I tilted my head slightly to the side as Will leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek. He then ran to the side of the ship and swung across onto the Black Pearl with the help of a free rope. I quickly tucked the envelope under my belt and looked to my crew.
"Hoist the sails! We're off! Girard, take the helm! Devon, take the crow's watch for the next twelve hours!" I ordered. The crew cheered and then scattered off to do their jobs. Chris instantly walked up to me and took me by the hand before walking me down the stairs and into my cabin. As I looked around my quarters, a small smile came to my lips. This was my home…had been for many long years. Yet something was wrong. It didn't seem like the place it had been when I first became captain. I strolled over to my desk and gently ran my fingernails over the smooth wooden edge. "Did you move anything?" I asked Chris as I turned to look at him. He hadn't moved from the doorway.
"Everything is the same as you left it. A few of the maps have been shuffled since we went searching for you, but that's it," he stated as he strode inside and shut the door behind him. I watched as he locked it and then tucked the key into his pocket. I noticed his eyes traveling over my body and I could feel my skin beginning to flush. I hated when men eyed me…even if I loved them. Chris steadily walked over to me and braced one hand on the desk. "You survived the Black Pearl, my darling," he whispered.
"It wasn't hard, Chris. I mean…Jack treated me with great respect. He gave me my own cabin and everything I needed during my stay."
"Did he touch you?" Chris questioned as he took a few steps toward me and placed one hand on my waist. I masked my emotions as quickly as I could and answered him with a sincere "no." I couldn't tell him that Jack and I had shared a night together…especially since it had been my first night with a man. I had promised Chris that I saved myself for him. I couldn't break his heart with the fact that my captor had gotten there first. I saw Chris' eyes light up at my words. Apparently I was convincing enough. "I missed you, love," he said, his voice dropping an octave.
"I missed you too," I said back. I gently reached up and placed both of my hands behind his neck. "I didn't think I would ever see you again."
"I knew I could find you. Sparrow couldn't take you from me if his drunken life depending on it, Morgan." I slightly smiled and looked down, making it seem as if I was flattered. In reality, I felt like shit. He called me Morgan. I had grown accustomed to being called Natalie O'Connell again…not Morgan Kelly. Then again, Chris knew nothing of that forgotten part of my life. I couldn't blame him for the mistake. It was my own fault for lying all these years.
"Chris, you know I love you, right?" I asked gently.
"More than you know," he replied as he leaned in and softly brushed his lips over mine. Slowly I gave in and kissed him back, succumbing to his touch and sighing into his mouth. He wrapped both arms around my back and pulled me in closer. I had forgotten how soothing it was to kiss him, to have his hands on me behind closed doors. I ran my fingers through his long, soft hair and gave his talented tongue access to my mouth.
Before I knew what was happening, I found myself lying on my bed with Chris atop me. I moaned softly when he pressed his hips down on me. I could feel his excitement pulsing against my upper thigh. I knew what he wanted. He had been waiting to sleep with me for quite a few years now. I had made him wait, yet tempted and teased at every turn because I wasn't ready. He respected my decision…mostly because I was his captain. Still, I regretted that I had made him wait this long. I reached down to his waist and roughly pulled his white tunic out of his belt. Chris sat up abruptly and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor as fast as he could. "I love you, Morgan," he huskily whispered.
"I love you too," I responded as I lifted my arms and let him remove my tunic as well. The warm air of the cabin actually sent chills throughout my body once it hit my bare skin. I smiled seductively up at Chris and ran my palms up his thighs ever so slowly, teasing him…torturing him. I watched as his eyes grew darker and more mysterious, which was a satisfying response. I wanted him to crave me…worship me as Jack had on that night. Wait…Jack? Why was I thinking about him? Get out of my head, you bastard Sparrow! I thought to myself.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment and then reopened them to look at my lover. My fingers lightly ran over his belt buckle…before I suddenly and somewhat violently yanked on it. Chris took in a deep breath and slightly winced. Yet, there seemed to be a sense of pleasure in the pain. He liked it rough, I could tell. I took this as initiative and flipped the man onto his back. "Morgan…what's gotten into you? We've always had gentle and soothing times of kissing."
"Do you not like this?" I asked innocently as I teasingly unbuckled his belt and pulled on it, freeing it from his waist.
"It's not t-that. I'm just not used to this darker side of you," he answered as his eyes traveled to his belt, which was now on the floor. I smirked slightly and bent down, giving him a deep kiss before I sat back up to straddle his waist. I ground my hips roughly into his and felt his arousal grow in intensity. He threw his head back and grabbed my hips, pulling me in even closer…if that was possible. I watched as he grinned to himself. This was going to be fun. I laid down over him and kissed his jaw line sweetly. He was happy. "So innocent…" he muttered.
"Innocent my foot!" I answered as I moved down and then spread his legs slightly so I could kneel between them. I mischievously ran my fingertips along his lower abs and then took hold of his pants. In a flash, I had them off and they landed next to his belt on the wooden floor. I stood and removed my own, tossing them over near my shirt. Chris braced himself up on his elbows and stared at me as I threw my head back and flung my hair over my shoulder. "Time for you to have a bit of pleasure," I stated seriously. Before he knew what was happening, I was lying on my stomach in between his legs. I grabbed the base of his arousal with one hand and gently began to stroke him. My other hand was caressing his inner thighs.
"M-Morgannn," he choked out. I smirked and gently placed my lips at the tip of his head before taking him wholly in my mouth. I felt him tremble from his head to his feet. He was groaning as I moved at a gingerly pace, making sure that the hand that once stroked him was now cupping his balls. I hummed slightly, making Chris gasp once more. I kept up with this until I felt him begin to tense up. It was then that I pulled away and looked at my lover. He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "W-W-Why did you stop?" he asked.
"I want you to achieve the greatest pleasure inside me. I want you now." His smile broadened more than ever. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up so I was laying over him, flesh to flesh. He gave me a deep kiss and thrust his tongue into my mouth as he flipped me over so I was beneath him. His arousal was now pressed against me. I moaned slightly and then felt him move his lower half off me. I was confused and then gasped into his mouth when I felt his fingers. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. He had marvelous hands. They were rough from working on the sea, yet soft and smooth all the same. "Chris…my GOD!" I almost yelled, encouraging him.
"I can't wait anymore, love. I need to be one with you," he replied. I nodded and looked into his dark eyes as he withdrew his fingers and gripped my hips with both hands. I spread my legs out underneath him and wrapped my arms around his neck. This was perfect…just as I had always pictured making love with him. He grinned sexily, which caused me to wrap my legs around his hips. Chris instantly buried himself in me to the hilt. He didn't take his time like Jack had. He was rough and passionate. I threw my head back and found his lips on my neck. He gently sucked on my skin as he removed himself from me and then thrust again.
"Dear Lord!" I exclaimed. Chris continued at his slow and leisurely pace for only another moment. He then began to pound into me, stretching me out. I moved my arms so I could hold onto his back and dug my nails into him. He felt so good…so filling. It was so much better than I could have imagined. Still, he didn't have the same tricks that Jack had. Why the hell I kept thinking about Jack during my love-making with Chris was beyond me. I shook my head and focused back on Chris, lifting my hips to meet him and match his quickening pace. I gripped his back tighter as he grasped my hips more firmly. He was groaning like an animal and moving with such vigor…such passion and fire. "Oh God…oh GOD!" I screamed, letting him know how much I needed him.
"You're…mine…Morgan," he said between heavy breaths as he rolled onto his back so I was above him again. I braced my hands on his chest and thrust forward, which emitted an animalistic growl from the back of his throat. I rolled my hips in a few figure eights and then lifted my hands and ran them through my own hair. I threw my head back and let out a whimper as I continued to roll against him. "Love, you're…you're…amazing," he choked out. I was once again flipped onto my back and found my hands pinned above my head. "I need release," he stated. I nodded and threw my head back as Chris violently pounded me. I could feel my own release approaching rather quickly as well. I held back a scream for a moment and then realized that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I unleashed a tremendous shout as I climaxed repeatedly. I shut my eyes when I heard him groan and then felt a rush of fluid inside me. He had peaked.
Chris then rolled off me and let me have my air. Sweat was covering me, but I couldn't tell whether it was my own or his anymore. We had been going at it for God knows how long. I heard him murmur a goodnight and then he passed out. I smiled. Goodnight Jack I thought.
Author's Note: Uh-oh…UH-OH! "Goodnight Jack?" That can't be good to think. Dun dun dun.
