Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, or any of its characters, they all belong to Disney. I'm just borrowing them, without their consent, but I have every intention of bringing them back.
Author's note: Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad someone is reading this and actually enjoying it. Is it just me, or did Jack seem a wee bit like Barbossa in the earlier chapters? I guess Barbossa is just my typical angry pirate. Please read, and tell me what you think. Thanks, and enjoy.
She was in the cave again, and he was with her. They were on the central island, with the altar-like chest behind them. They stood facing each other, only inches between their two bodies. She looked up into the deep, mysterious portholes to his soul; the wrath that had been there earlier had been replaced by hunger. His hand reached to her cheek; his delicate touch felt like lightning. She shivered in delight. His other hand seized her belt and pulled her to him; the warmth radiating from his body elicited the most exquisite glow between her legs. She moved in to kiss him, but he beat her to it. His kiss was so forceful and fortified with desire, Adriana simply melted against him. Her hands clawed at his shirt; she wanted to feel his naked flesh. Breaking the kiss, he removed the shirt with a swift motion. She pulled him back to her with a kiss that matched his in intensity and need. Her hands roved over his bronzed torso and explored every inch of his exposed skin. His mouth departed hers; the exceptional taste of him lingered on her lips. A slight moan slipped from her lips, betraying her want for him. His lips assaulted her neck, trailing kisses from just below her ear, along her jaw line, and down to the crook of her neck. He spun her around and continued to pepper her neck and shoulders with kisses as he unlaced the satin ribbon of her corset. Adriana was in agony, his kisses tormented her. She needed him. Without him, the flames of passion would consume her. Her whole body begged for the release only he could give her. At long last she was freed of her corset. His agile fingers unhooked the catch of her bra, and it dropped silently to the floor. His hands stole to her breasts, his calloused thumbs brushing over the nipples. Adriana threw her head back and moaned. He trickled kisses down her spine, all the while relishing the effect he had on her. He spun her around once more, and stripped off her belt. Adriana thrust her hips toward him, blinded her desperate itch.
"Captain," she breathed.
He put a finger on her lips to silence her. All she wanted to do was to pounce on him, to feel him deep inside her. Her lack of control was maddening, but some mystifying influence seduced her into submission. He unzipped her jeans, and pulled them past her hips. He did the same with her panties, his lust beginning to overtake him. He pushed her down, so she came to rest on the stone lid. He plucked her pants and panties off, leaving her naked except for her boots. She looked up at him, his face glazed over with need. She spread her legs, revealing the gleaming magnificence of her sex to him. This time, he was the one that moaned. With her right hand, she beckoned him closer. He grabbed her wrist firmly with his left hand; in his right, he dangled the string of black pearls she so dearly coveted. He bound her wrists with the necklace while she uttered a feigned cry of distress. He lifted her arms over her head, and forced her down on the altar. His dominance and aggression further fanned the flames inside her. With one hand he restrained her, and with the other he delicately brushed her femininity as he moved to remove his trousers. He freed his swollen member, and leaned over Adriana. As he kissed her, his erection caressed her inner thigh. He was so close, yet so far from where she wanted him. She spread her legs wider, silently pleading for him to enter. He slowly indulged her, first teasing her with his head. She writhed beneath him, the anticipation was nearly too much to bear. All at once he thrust into her silken cavern, and she bit down on his lower lip as his full length rammed home.
Adriana woke with a start. She recognized nothing, and someone was yelling and banging on something.
"Wake up, missy. Th' Cap'n wants a word with you," a gruff voice growled.
The dream came flooding back to her as she became aware of the sweet throbbing between her legs. The Captain. She bit her lip as tendrils of the dream replayed themselves in her head. If that bastard hadn't disturbed her…
The keys jangled as the pirate unlocked her cell. She took the opportunity to re-fasten her corset. A rough hand grabbed her by the arm and ushered her above decks.
The sunlight blinded her, and she tried her best to shield her sleepy eyes with her free hand. She stole a glimpse around; all she could see was a vast expanse of ocean in every direction. She was pressed though a doorway on the main deck, and once again temporarily blinded, this time by the lack of light. She turned as the door was slammed shut behind her.
"Did ye sleep well, luv?" Captain Sparrow drawled.
His comment caught Adriana off-guard. Could he know? Impossible, she reminded herself. Aside from the dream, she had slept terribly. Her neck, back, shoulders, and hips hurt from sleeping on the wooden floor of the brig.
"Not particularly," she responded, and rubbed her neck.
"What d'you say we cut to the chase?" He paused, and Adriana nodded in agreement. "What's your name?"
"Adriana Meyer."
"Well, Miss Meyer, perchance ye can answer me a couple o' questions. What were you doing on the Isla de Muerta? How did you find it? Why were you looting my treasure!?" With each question his voice grew louder and his expression more livid. "The sentence for theft is marooning, and I have the perfect island in mind."
Adriana stood there, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide. She couldn't think; her mind was still addled from sleep.
"Answer me!"
"Well," she stammered. "You could say I dropped in, accidentally."
"Ye 'spect me t' believe that?"
"Yes."
He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. He was slightly upset with himself for losing control. He had hoped that, after sleeping on the matter, he would be able to deal with it in a more civilized and rational manner. However, that girl was not helping the situation at all. Her vague answers irked him, yet her veiled responses only added to her mystery that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He had no choice but to accept her answers, and the way that she set her jaw told Jack that he'd be hard pressed to get anymore answers from her.
She interrupted his thoughts, "If I truly was stealing your treasure, don't you think I would have planned for my escape? I would have had a boat or something, and at least tried to run from you when you discovered my presence. When you arrived, I was genuinely relieved to see you. You rescued me from almost certain death. If you hadn't come along when you did, I would have died of starvation, or been attacked by some wild animal."
"A most regrettable fate."
"Yes, I'm in your debt, Captain Sparrow," Adriana appealed to him. She did not want to wind up marooned on some god-forsaken desert isle.
Jack cocked his head and thought about this for a while, his fingers absent-mindedly stroking the braids on his chin. As the Captain pondered her admission, she took a closer look around the cabin she was in. It was not his bedroom; it must have been his living area. There was a large dining table, with miscellaneous trunks, tables, and desks lining the walls. Adriana sat down in one of the dining chairs, grateful to rest on something remotely soft.
Jack watched her as she crossed the room, all the fury from earlier had magically melted away. He was terribly attracted to her. The way she walked was so enticing, he wanted to follow her wherever she went. He eyed her disheveled black braid that fell to mid-back, and rested between the two tattoos he observed the previous evening. The tattoos were wings, angel wings. He noticed more tattoos on her wrists, but he couldn't make them out. Her eyes, he observed, were slightly puffy and smeared with makeup; no doubt victims of her un-restful night's sleep. She was still achingly beautiful, and he took pity on her.
"You look tired, Miss Meyer. Perhaps you'd like to take a nap and freshen up in my cabin?"
She raised an eyebrow at the offer. Freshen up? In his cabin? Was he trying to suggest something? Adriana would have been more than willing to oblige.
"If you'll lead the way," she accepted as she rose from the chair. "If you could be so kind as to have my affects brought up, I would appreciate it."
He led her through a small hallway and opened the door for her. She brushed against him as she entered the room, and Jack speculated whether or not it was deliberate. To avoid any actions he might later regret, he left and closed the door behind him.
Adriana was alone in the room. She could smell his lingering scent in the room, and once again her loins smoldered. She had intentionally nudged him as she walked past, but it appeared he missed the hint. She sighed, surprised at how tired she was. His bed looked awfully inviting, even if she had to be alone. She sat on the edge, and pulled off her boots. Her feet were killing her. She peeled her socks off and jammed them down in her boots. She struggled briefly with her belt, before that too came off. She hesitated before removing her pants, but decided she would be too hot with them on. She added her choker to the pile on the ground before tackling the corset. It had to go, it was simply too uncomfortable for her to sleep in. She undid all of the hidden clasps down the front, and when it was peeled off; Adriana noticed the imprints the boning had left on her skin. The things she did to get laid. Then, clad only in her bra and panties, she nestled herself under the covers. Bathed in the warm, sweet aroma of Captain Jack Sparrow, she fell asleep.
