Hey, this is just some short story I decided to do. R&R and remember this is rated M for lemons and language!!
Three weeks. That's how long Captain Jack and I had been (for lack of a better term) shagging. Three weeks filled of blissful nights and exemplary days.
Then he had to go and bloody irritate me! Honestly he can be so infuriating! No wonder that old prissy commodore Norington wants his neck in the noose.
"Lily?!" I looked down from my spot at the crows nest to see Jack.
"What do you want?!" I shout back.
"Will ye just come down 'ere?!"
I sigh, and reluctantly start climbing down the rigging. I jumped down at the last few feet, and jumped down in front of him.
"What?" I practically growl. Even the sight of him makes my temper flare. I have to force myself not to slap him silly as he rolls his eyes.
"Still mad at me?" I can feel my anger finally reach boiling level.
"OF COURSE YOU IGNORANT, LYING, STUPID, SON OF A WHORE!!" I yell, "YOU CAN BE SO DENSE SOMETIMES!!" Jack looks a bit taken back, and shocked. I can see his own anger bursting.
"Me?" he asks, "Me? You're calling me dense!?"
"No, I was talking to Jack the monkey yes you!"
"Takes one ta know one." I make a sound that resembles a six year old in a temper tantrum, throw my hands up, and start walking away.
"Where are you going?" I hear Jack shout after me.
"To sleep!" Jack, having no better come back, just shouts, "Fine! But ye better stay on yer side of the bed!"
I turn to look at him from the doorway of the Captains Cabin. I glare knifes at him as I say through my clenched teeth, "My side of the bed being the whole bed Jack darling, because tonight you will not be sleeping here." and with that, I slam the door on a very angered Jack Sparrow.
Later
"Love, please open the door." calls Jack. I was laying on the bed still fuming from our earlier spat.
"No! Go away! I'm sure the crows nest will be more that comfy for you!"
"Darl'n, please, ye know I love ta annoy ya. I just can't help it, yer just too damn…" his voice trailed off. I could feel some of my anger ebb. I knew in his own way, Jack was trying to apologize something which was as rare as a rabbit mating with a wolf. I slowly got up from the bed, walked to the door, and leaned against it.
"Gods, I can barley talk te her." I heard him murmur. I smiled a little. So the famous Captain Jack Sparrow was at a lose for words?
"Jack?" I half whisper,
"Yes darl'n?" he says in the same tone. I feel as if we were trapped in a moment, and even the smallest noise above a whisper could break it.
"I'm sorry I've been a bit of an ass to you." I finally say. To me, it's more of an admittance than an apology. All the same I hear him chuckle, then say, with amusement laced in his voice, "Nah, ya keep me in line tha' way. I like a women who can keep me on me toes." I giggle softly, and then open the door. Even though I try to avoid his eyes I can feel them boring into my face. After a few moments he gently cups my chin and lifts my eyes to lock with his. I felt myself get lost in his dark, never ending eyes. Those eyes which always seemed to be able to look through me no matter what I did.
He leaned forward and gave me a small, but sweet kiss on my cheek, then moved to kiss the other cheek in the same manner. I could feel my breathing getting rigid as Jack kissed my forehead, then my nose. My whole body was tingling with emotion. He had never kissed my this way before. We were usually rough and heated.
What the hell is wrong with me?! I thought, outraged, Their just kisses! Jack kisses my chin, before his lips finally travel down to my own and stay there. At first the kiss is gentle and chaste. But it turns more passionate when I sneak my tongue into Jacks mouth. I moan at the feel of him sucking on it. I am surprised when he pulls away and picks me up. I yelp as he carries me into the room and slams the door. It was going to be a very long night.
R&R!! Tell me if I should continue and post a lemon in the next chapter, or to just leave it there. Constructive critasismn is most deffinatly welcomed. Along with some good ideas.