~Chapter 3: Eros~
"Working hard still, lass?" Jack Sparrow's voice called Abigail out of her thoughts about a certain young male of hers. She turned from cleaning and scrubbing the wooden stairs, smiling calmly towards Jack.
"Ay' Captain, earning my keep."
Jack smiled sweetly and sat down, swooping his long coat at the way as he sat on a dry bit of step.
"Love," Jack began, quickly looking about to see if anyone, in particular, was looking, "am I to understand that the entire reason for your...appearance in attire and your arrival onto my humble ship, is all because of a certain man."
Abigail thought he must have figured out that she loved Jamie and blushed, quickly looking about to spot Jamie.
"Ay' Captain."
"Please," he smiled warmly at her (something he only shared for Elizabeth), "Call me Captain Jack."
Abigail seemed a little perplexed as she felt his fingers entangle around a lock of her hair that had escaped from her long braid.
Far across the ship, a bucket fell hard on the floor as Jamie quickly strode off in anger, heading directly towards the lower decks for some rum that he'd been denying himself.
What he didn't see was Abigail's reaction to 'Captain Jack'.
"I do believe sir, you were only talking to Miss Elizabeth about 'persuasion' a while ago," Abigail commented and leant forward against him flirtatiously.
"Ay'," Jack said, smiling in hoping he'd won, "that I was Miss."
"Well then, it shouldn't take much persuasion when I tell you this," She leant forward so as only he heard, "I'm madly and wildly in love with Jamie Norrington and will do anything to make sure he's safe."
She pulled back, observing the shock and registration on Jack's face.
"Oh," he pulled back suddenly, trying to hide his embarrassment at his misunderstanding, "oh...yes...of course you are. Norrington? Really? Well, I'm not one to question your tastes, no matter how...peculiar or strange they may be my love...er...continue."
Abigail couldn't help but chuckle as she watched him leave, sauntering about and trying to brush off what happened by ordering a tall and skinny man to do something that sounded a little impossible.
She reached her hand and felt the side of her head, realising her braid was becoming loose. She thought it best to re-adjust it as well as her bindings which seemed to be coming loose and bunching up in places.
She calmly explained to Elizabeth, knowing she'd cover for her and marched below the deck, going to the room at the far end of the corridor which was meant for emergency supplies (but her and Elizabeth used as quarters to change).
Just as she stepped inside, a voice startled her and she jumped in the air, letting out a very feminine squeak.
"Yet another one charmed in his hands." Jamie sat in the corner, swigging a mouthful of rum in his hand.
"Jamie? What-...I thought you said you were giving up?" Abigail closed the door behind her, knowing she should seriously scold Jamie for going on such a vile drink.
"I needed it after what I saw," he glared at her before turning away and scrunching his nose in disgust, "really, what does Sparrow have? He's a pirate for god-sakes."
"...I'm sorry, when did you-Never mind, Jamie, what is wrong?" Abigail tried to understand what he was talking about, stepping closer and scooting down to look at him, only to have him stare at the wall for a while as he drank more of that damned rum.
"You and Sparrow. First, he succeeds with Elizabeth and now he succeeds with charming you."
"Charming? Jamie...," she looked away and the realisation of what he was talking about registered in her expression, "you saw? Oh, Jamie, that wasn't charming at all."
She chuckled and stood up leaning against the wall in the room, observing the small cabinet of rum in the corner and the makeshift bed that Elizabeth used (when she didn't want to face Jamie or Jack the previous night).
"Funny is it?" Jamie stood up, stumbling slightly as he swigged another loud, "Resist his charms did you?"
"If I could resist his charms before, I could certainly resist them now.
"Before...You met Sparrow before?!" Jamie angrily declared, his rum-soaked mind looking at her like she was five feet taller and a very pretty boy.
"Yes...only briefly. On the dauntless...when you had him and...Elizabeth and Turner...I just...bumped into him." She gulped down the lump in her throat, thinking that it might have been the wrong choice to come down and see him.
"What did he say?" Jamie knew something more had happened.
"He...he only asked something silly...he was kidd-eep!" Abi couldn't stop the squeak as Jamie approached her, grabbing her and forcing her back against the pillar behind her.
"WHAT. Did he say to you?"
Abi gulped, swallowing the fear she tried not to show.
"He...he joked that maybe I could come to visit him in his cell later and give him one last...good time."
Abi observed Jamie's sneer worsen as he gazed down at her.
"Good," He leant forward slightly, his face looming over hers, "another reason why I'm going to kill him."
"No, Jamie wait!" Abi had to grab hold of his arm to stop him leaving and going to the deck to run Sparrow through with his sword.
"Get, off me." He hissed drunkenly and pushed her back against the pillar, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.
"Please, Jamie please, you're...you're not in a fighting state. Please, stay with me." She reached out and touched his arm gently.
For a while, he just looked at her, the dangerous leer not leaving his eyes as she stared at him, her own pleading.
Then, his gaze slightly changed, something malice replacing it.
"I should stay here? With you?" He stepped closer and put one hand behind her head, next to the wood.
"Would you offer me something better?"
For the first time, in all the moments they shared, Abi didn't feel so safe being left alone with Jamie.
"Yes...you would."
She didn't have time to register anything as suddenly, his lips were upon hers. She struggled instantly when his hands clasped her sides and began to tug at her coat, pulling her belt and anything he could get a hold of.
"Jam-Jamie!" She tried to pull away from his lips, but his other hand had dropped the bottle and was holding her underneath her chin, just around the throat and holding her face so he could kiss her some more.
She felt his hot tongue, soaked with rum force it's way past her lips and into her mouth and she gagged slightly as he still had some rum there, forcing her to swallow it. She never liked the stuff because she couldn't tolerate and after just a sip and Jamie' continuous ministrations with his tongue, her mind began to get all hazy and her body seemed to weaken. She even felt herself kissing him back, her own tongue massaging with Jamie' and she heard him moan into their first kiss.
It was only when his hand suddenly appeared underneath her shirt and on her stomach did she fight back again.
"Jamie no! No!" She pulled her face away and tried to push him off, only to have her hands captured in his grasp.
"Why? You know you want it." Jamie leered at her dangerously, the hand underneath her shirt going around to her back and pushing her body against his, grinding them together.
Abigail couldn't help but moan wantonly as the friction made her go all tingly all over.
His lips sucked and kissed at her neck and around her jaw, never once stopping.
She couldn't deny that it did feel good.
"Ja...Jamie...please...not here." Was all she could get out, hoping he'd see sense. He pulled back and she almost groaned at the loss of his lips, but the look in his eye registered in her head and she didn't like it.
"Not like this, you mean?"
Suddenly, he pulled her against him and away from the wooden pillar, almost dragging her against him as he turned her.
"More like this."
She couldn't help but scream as he pushed her with most of his strength and she quickly landed on her back, shock across her face as her back hit the makeshift bed behind her, glad of the soft impact, even though it temporarily knocked the wind out of her.
The next thing she knew, Jamie had practically leapt on top of her and was very much kissing her again, his body pressed against hers.
She couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, her mind too focused on the fact that Jamie was on top of her. She kissed back as best she could, having never experienced a kiss before. That was when the quiet voice in her mind spoke up.
'First kiss. First love. First time'
That 'time' was currently referring to Jamie, who had slipped his hands around in between them, and was currently unbuttoning her shirt.
She wanted to argue and fight back. She knew this was wrong. Even though she wanted Jamie more than anything in the world, she knew, like this, it was terribly wrong.
"Bmamie!" She mumbled against his lips, her arms grasping at his shoulders and holding onto him tightly terrified at what was happening.
Jamie pulled back, something wet against his cheek and he just stared down at her.
Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, her binding underneath very visible to him. Her skin was flush and glowed heavenly in the candlelight of the room. But what caught his attention, was just how precious she was, as tears flowed down her cheeks and he read only one expression in her eyes: fear.
"I really am despicable." He chuckled at himself in disgust and lowered his head in disgrace, distancing his body from hers and finally sobering up a little bit.
Abigail sat up after him and done something she'd never thought possible.
She grabbed him by the back of his neck, hung on for dear life and held him.
"No. No, you're not," she whispered as she wept, "just lost. You're not the Jamie I love. You're in there somewhere, just lost."
Jamie pulled back, gazing at her yearningly, wondering how such kindness could still come from her lips.
"I love you. I love you, Jamie Norrington."
Jamie nearly lost the control he had and if it hadn't of been for the next thing he heard, he might have thrown himself back on her and ravaged her on the spot, with or without her consent.
"LAND HO!"
The two words seemed to be the saviour for Abigail and Jamie.
