Disclaimer: (Looks around) Shh! I'm hunting for Jack Sparrow! This means he's not mine…yet.
AN: This chapter is a bit steamy, but nothing above PG-13. The way I wrote this chapter was that I was envisioning of all the things I'd like to happen if I were married to Jack, so I hope that everyone enjoys it as it is. If you want smut, please imagine it or look in the M section of this website, because I don't do smut very well. Thanks, and please review!
Chapter 12: The Honeymoon and After:
In the days following our wedding, Jack refused to let me to leave our bed. Our meals were delivered to our room and left outside the door by a servant, who always knocked loudly in a rhythmic pattern to let us know that the food had arrived. Once the servant had left, Jack would get up and walk to the door of our room and pick up the tray, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot. Of course, every time he did this, it embarrassed me…for very obvious reasons…
This unusual occurrence had begun the day after our wedding. It had been agreed upon by Jan's family and the crew of the Pearl that no one was to disturb us until we had emerged from our room under our own will and power. That very first morning of me being Mrs. Jack Sparrow, however, did not go quite as I expected.
When the first dawn came, I was awoken by a knock on the door, a rather rushed pattern of knocks to signal that breakfast was there to be brought inside. Jack, too, woke upon hearing the sound and appeared angry by our special moment being intruded on. When I told him that it was our breakfast, though, he calmed down and volunteered to fetch the tray so that I didn't have to get up. I agreed, but a moment later, I wished I hadn't.
My husband had decided to bring the breakfast tray to me…naked!
"Jack, put some clothes on!" I cried while burying my face underneath the covers. Perhaps if I covered my eyes, no one else in the hallway or house would see Jack parading around in all his glory. Believe me, he was quite glorious to behold…from the female perspective, of course.
I heard the tray being set upon a nearby table before Jack joined me back in the bed, chuckling as he did so. Once he was comfortable, I felt the tray being put on the bed and Jack's hand pull the covers off of my face so that he could give me a kiss.
"Pirate, darling," he said as his lips touched mine. "And don't tell me that you don't like what you see, considering you've seen quite a bit of it already!"
I laughed and blushed, which seemed to please him. Shaking my head, I returned the previously given kiss, the two of us laying together like that for a moment before our stomachs reminded us that we needed food. Chuckling, Jack uncovered the tray to reveal a platter of fruit, sweet bread covered in honey, and two large flasks of liquid. Jack opened one and sniffed it, wincing afterwards.
"Water," he complained as he set it aside. The next one he opened released a fruity smell. "Fruit juice," he said. Sighing, Jack settled on the juice while I took the water. Just as I reached for a slice of melon, Jack gently slapped my hand back.
"Don't you dare," he whispered while leaning forward, his lips hovering above my neck. "You'll ruin all the fun that this is supposed to involve!"
When I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, Jack popped a small bit of sliced strawberry passed my lips. Surprised, I closed my mouth and began to chew, instantly understanding what was supposed to happen. Smiling, I finished swallowing and offered Jack a piece of bread slathered in honey. He accepted it with a grin as his hand reached up to grab mine, holding my fingers inside his mouth while he licked and sucked the honey off of it. I felt hot as I removed my fingers from his mouth.
"Sweet," he whispered as he released my wrist with a broad smile.
I felt myself gulp as Jack held a piece of the bread was held to my lips with his fingers. Feeling I should return the favor, I opened my mouth and accepted the bread, making sure to lick the honey from his fingers in the same manner that he had done with mine. He groaned as he removed his fingertips from my lips, and I couldn't help giggling.
"Turnabout is fair play, Captain," I teased, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
Suddenly, the tray was on a nearby table and Jack was pinning me to the bed, a rather flustered look on his face. Gasping, I felt his lips claim mine in a possessive kiss, his hands sliding under my back to hold me to him until we both paused for breath.
"Remember, luv," he growled. "It's not nice to tease a pirate…I might just have to punish you…"
After we woke from our morning "activities," Jack put the tray back on the bed so that we could finish our meal. Of course, it involved us feeding one another again, and of course, that led to the two of us becoming…active once more. It was hours before we finished breakfast, and by the time the tray was empty, lunch had arrived and the servant gone.
Grinning, Jack stretched and reached for the empty breakfast tray, picking it up as he began sliding out from under the covers. I expected him to pick up a robe of some sort, but once again, he surprised me.
"Oh, for goodness sakes, Jack," I protested, closing my eyes in embarrassment even as I tried not to laugh at his actions. "I'm sure that there are a fair number of people who don't appreciate you walking around the house like that!"
He laughed as he pulled the door open and changed meal trays. "I doubt that there's anything to be embarrassed about, luv. I'm sure it's nothing the men haven't seen before," Jack said as he kicked the door shut. "The same could probably be said for the women. Knowing Jan, though, he's probably got all of the women on the other side of the house, seeing as he's got a newly married pair in this one!" I could almost hear him smirking. "Why not enjoy living as Adam and Eve while we can?"
Groaning, I merely rolled my eyes and shook my head. Jack did have a point about being alone together, so why not enjoy this bit of paradise before it was over? Sighing, I leaned back into the pillows, keeping my eyes shut as Jack placed the tray on the bed before sliding in to join me. Once I was sure that the sheets were securely around him, I opened my eyes to Jack's smirking face.
"You know, darling, since we're married, you'll have to get used to seeing me unclothed," he drawled, edging a bit closer. "I know I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you walk around in nothing at all!"
"Jack!" I squeaked, slapping him gently on the shoulder. "Stop that!"
He merely laughed and uncovered the tray, revealing two lovely china bowls of saffron rice covered with lamb curry. My stomach rumbled and I was glad that the dish was something filling, as breakfast had been quite light in comparison. Of course, it was highly probable that Padma had something to do with breakfast consisting of things meant to be eaten with one's fingers…and to be fed to another person with those fingers…
After a calm and uneventful lunch, Jack placed the tray outside the door and rejoined me in bed, the two of us lying there and resting in each other's arms. I was ready to fall into sleep soon, as the heat of the day was slowly coming in through the windows, the white sheets fluttering in the warm afternoon breezes. Looking at the beauty of the room and thinking about the aura of love and happiness that filled the air, I felt a smile pull at my lips. This had to be what Heaven was like, and if I wasn't truly sure that I was still living, I could swear that was where I was.
Especially since Jack was now sliding his hand down my back towards my bum…
"Jack!" I whispered, reaching back to pull his hand up.
"Sorry, luv; couldn't help it," he whispered back, not wanting to ruin the blissful air around us.
I sighed and snuggled closer to him. "Jack, will you tell me about one of your adventures?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Actually, I'd rather hear about you," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
Puzzled, I turned my head to look up at him. "Why?"
"Because I'd like to know everything I can about the most beautiful wife in the entire ocean," Jack declared, smiling as he ran his fingers through my hair.
"What would you like to know?" I asked, moving so that we could lie on our sides and face one another while we talked.
"Well, to start, I'd like to know your favorite color," he answered as his eyes drifted over me.
I smiled. "I like blue," I said. "All shades of blue, from midnight-blue to a blue so pale that it's nearly white….though my present favorite shade is that of the Caribbean waters."
"Might I ask why, though I have a good idea of the answer?" he asked in a teasing tone.
Smiling, I reached out and caressed his face. "I think it is a very calming color," I replied as my fingers stroked along his beard. "I've always wished I could get away from my parents' home, and my imagination usually took me to the skies and the sea."
"Ah. So you love the colors of the things that represented freedom to you." Jack inhaled sharply when my fingers brushed along his neck.
I chewed my lower lip in thought. "I never thought about it like that, but yes, the sky and the sea always seemed so magical to me. I always thought that if the birds could fly up there in the sky and the ships could go anywhere by sea, then that is what I want to do: I wanted to be free."
Jack reached out and pulled me close to him, rolling onto his back so that I could lay my head on his bare chest. His warm skin was soft, and the rise and fall of his chest was soothing. I sighed in bliss as one of his hands tangled itself in my hair, its brother finding a place on my back.
"I'm glad I could give that to you," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm glad I found you in that tavern, and I'm glad that you're here with me, my dear Mrs. Sparrow."
Meanwhile, I was falling asleep, wrapped in the comforting circle of his arms. "Hmm…just call me Rose," I softly pleaded. "Mrs. Sparrow sounds so formal…"
The last thing I heard was Jack's amused laughter as I drifted off.
And so it went like that for one whole week. Jack would get up from the bed, fetch the meal tray, bring it inside, put the tray onto a gap between our bodies, then climb into bed. With the tray strategically placed, we could easily feed ourselves or one another, should we choose…and Jack almost always chose to feed me. When the food was gone, Jack would then carry the tray back to the door, set it outside, then saunter back to the bed, naked the whole time.
Of course, every time I protested him walking around naked, Jack would merely climb back under the covers and patiently wait until my head emerged from beneath them. He would always tease me, but was always sure to offer me a kiss as a peace offering, right before he pulled me into a long conversation about myself and everything about me. I was puzzled, but the look of interest and fascination that Jack had in his eyes was irresistible and I couldn't help but answer his questions.
Being alone with Jack in such an intimate and loving manner was one of the most magical times in my life. I savored every moment we had together, and made sure to carve it into my memory. We would probably be able to do this in the Caribbean, but we would only have one honeymoon in our lives…and I made sure to cherish it every time I looked into my husband's loving, deep brown eyes.
Jack was reluctant to return to the outside world, especially after a blissful week together with his beloved Rose. He had made sure to hide all of their clothing during that time, which proved amusing when it came to making his lovely wife blush red, just like her namesake. Despite being a pirate and a pirate's wife, Rose still had all of the morals and teachings of an aristocrat, and Jack vowed to do his best to break her of them.
First on the list was hiding their clothing so that she wouldn't leave the bed. It should have been obvious to her that her clothes were missing, but Jack had put all of his seducing skills to the test in order to keep Rose occupied in 'other ways'. Getting up and fetching their food while unclothed had also been an effective tactic, one which, at first, had made her uncomfortable. Thankfully, bashfulness had given way to amusement, and Rose's smile was something that Jack was willing to walk through fire for.
Besides the rather 'revealing' meal times, Jack Sparrow had resorted to making conversation between him and his wife, something he had never done with any woman before. They chatted about seemingly random things, but what he was really doing was getting to know her better. True, his heart knew from their first meeting that Rose was "The One," and that she was a good and kind woman, but his mind longed to know other things about her. Rose's favorite foods, colors, and flowers had been a good start, and he had slowly progressed to other topics, such as her deepest desires and her most embarrassing moments.
To her, they might have been innocent questions, but in reality, Jack was doing his very best to find out things about her that no one else knew. For some reason he couldn't fathom, Jack desperately wanted to know every little detail about her; whether it was her favorite color or her favorite food, he wanted to know what made her happy. Of course, he wanted to know what made her unhappy, too, but they would have that whole voyage back to the Caribbean to discuss that topic!
'One step at a time,' Jack thought to himself as he looked down at the woman lying next to him.
Her even breathing meant she was asleep, and the way her arm clung to his waist was Heaven to him. This was their last night alone together, and tomorrow they would have to emerge from their room and face the world as man and wife.
'I'll bet half my plunder that the crew, Will, Elizabeth, Nidhi or Padma have planned some sort of party in our honor,' Jack thought with a grin. 'Either that or they already had their party, since we didn't come out after the first night.'
Of course, knowing his crewmen, Jack was willing to bet that they had already had a party after the reception, a party the day after the reception, and probably a party every day since then. After he and Rose emerged from their wedding chambers, he had no doubts that the crew would throw another party for their Captain and his beloved wife. They might even invite the Turners' crew to join in the fun, which would be quite a party indeed!
'Of course, knowing the Whelp and Elizabeth, there won't be much rum involved,' he thought with a wince. Throwing a party without rum was like trying to sail without wind: it just wasn't possible! 'I'll have to ask Gibbs to make sure that the drinks are flowing, whether the Turners like it or not!'
Of course, there was always the chance that dear Elizabeth had gotten over her dislike for the drink, but Jack wasn't willing to take any chances. If he crew were denied the alcohol they so loved, especially during a celebration for their Captain's marriage, there would be hell to pay.
'If Elizabeth tries to burn any rum this time, there will be far more trouble than she'll bargain for!' Jack thought, rolling his eyes. 'I highly doubt the crew will be as forgiving as I was on that island!'
A sigh came from Rose's lips, dragging him away from his thoughts. Pulling her sleeping form closer, Jack silently vowed to make any party held in Rose's honor a success. Any woman that put up with a pirate like him deserved to be celebrated in every way possible, and he would be sure that she enjoyed every moment of it.
Smiling, Jack closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, his arms securely around the woman he loved.
Bright morning sunshine filling the room woke me, though it was also the snoring coming from my husband that robbed me of my slumber. For some reason, Jack snoring became louder the closer it was to waking up in the morning, though for our week-long honeymoon, he had been the first one awake. I didn't know what he had done while he waited for me to wake, but I rather liked the mystery of it, so I said nothing.
As another gurgling-snore burst from Jack's lips, I stifled a giggle and looked up at him. He always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, as though all of the worries of the world vanished as soon as he closed his eyes. Occasionally, he would mutter things in his sleep that I couldn't understand. When he held me close during those moments, though, so I guessed that he was dreaming of me.
'Even a pirate captain has a soft side,' I thought with a smile.
Tilting my head slightly, I pressed a soft kiss on his chin, being careful not to wake him. Jack shifted a little, but did not wake, though he did have a dreamy smile on his lips. Grinning to myself, I lay my head back down and went back to sleep in my pirate husband's arms.
AN: Kind of a pointless little bit of fluff, but I promise that the next chapter will have more stuff. Please review and let me know how you liked or disliked this chapter. Thanks!