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A/N: I'm back! Yes! Sickness is going around and I caught it (as always) so I missed classes the other day and wrote some of this. I just finished it. Hot off the presses! (does hot-off-the-presses dance) I've missed all of you wacky reviewers.
"A second chance to kiss me like you've been wanting to," June whispered seductively.
Jack stared down at her, a mixture of confusion and blatant ferocity in his expression. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"
"You know…" with a wave of her hand, she continued, "…a second chance. To kiss me! Are ye getting the picture?"
Oh, Jack full well got the picture, but the truth was…he was horrified.
"By that disgusted look on your face I suppose you'll pass on that lil' offer," June grinned, polishing her dirty fingernails on her shirt, "It's not often a man turns down June Oleander's offer for an exotic night of passion."
Sparrow chose not to answer. Was she really that stupid? Thinking HE, of all people, would jump on her like a pack of ravenous wolves?
June tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I have an idea. How about a preview o' what a night with me entails, savvy?"
If she touches me, I'll shoot her.
But she was already sliding into his lap, bracing her hands on both of the chair's armrests and easing herself over him, sliding her thighs along either side of his.
Sparrow raised his gaze towards the ceiling. God, I know we don't talk much, but save me from this siren!
He dropped his head down, his beautiful brown eyes meeting her stormy ones. "Oleander, whatever happened to you?"
"What?" she asked, subconsciously parting her lips.
Jack squirmed uncomfortably before saying with an emotionless voice, "The innocent lil' Christian with a heart o' fucking gold that Ana described from the past."
"Oh, I'm a good Christian all right," June replied, eyes twinkling as she ran her lips across his, his moustache slightly tickling her upper lip, "I use the Bible quite a lot…to keep the bed from rocking."
Jack almost choked on his tongue when she accented the last part of the sentence with a suggestive grind against his body.
"Don't ye think you're takin' this a bit too far?" Jack questioned with narrowed eyes, trying to keep his voice from raising a couple of octaves. His fingers clenched the armrests in a painful grip as she kept her lips hovering over his, her soft breathing tickling his goatee.
Sparrow glanced up at the ceiling and began counting the tiles in order to calm himself down. It wasn't working. Not by a long shot. Plaid knickers…plaid knickers…wait, is she wearing knickers? Apparently chanting random things wasn't going to work either. He sucked in a breath as he rode the waves of inner turmoil.
"Jack," June purred, "Ye can't hold out on me forever. I've seen ye strugglin' with those crazy thoughts runnin' through that thick head o' yers ever since I sang to ye the night we met. Remember?"
Oh, Jack remembered all right. Vividly. But he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that.
"No," he replied a bit too hastily.
"Do ye think I sing well, Jack? Among…other things?"
He glanced up at her grinning like a madwoman. Suddenly, he was shoved over the brink of sexual frustration and madness.
"Congratulations," Jack replied hoarsely, "I'm sure you've been waitin' for this moment for a long time…"
"Wha…" her sentence was cut off when he roughly pulled her against him and crushed his lips onto hers. She gasped in surprise, yet instantly melted into the kiss, wrapping her hands into his unruly hair, squeezing her thighs against him in heated passion.
"Jack…" June whispered breathlessly, nuzzling the side of his face with hers. He stole the breath right out of her lungs as he bent his head and ran hot kisses down her throat to the swell of her cleavage rising from her baggy white shirt. She stretched lithely as he began exploring her flushed skin with his rough fingertips.
"Say I…intend to take ye…to bed tonight," Jack said huskily between kisses, "What say you?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow," she laughed, "I thought ye hated me guts. This is certainly going to put a cramp in your style."
"As is yours."
She pulled back from him, staring into his dark, stormy brown eyes curiously. "Do ye really hate me, Jack?"
"Is this a trick question?" he questioned with a grimace.
"Nah. Just wonderin'. I give ye such a hard time and all…"
Jack grinned up at her and replied, "I find ye the most annoyin' gel I've ever had the displeasure of crossin' paths with, savvy?" June's eyes narrowed and she was about to say something when he placed a finger to her luscious mouth and continued, "But…would I be allowin' ye to seduce me in such a matter if I hated ye?"
She tapped a finger to her chin thoughtfully. "Good point."
"And there's no other gel around to perform such acts with, so of course I'm left wit' you," Jack added with a wink, grabbing her hips again.
"Oh, how nice, Captain," June drawled, gently playing with some of the beads in his dreads, "If ye feel that way, why don't ye give Anastasia a go?"
"She's a fine specimen, she is, but I wouldn't want to emotionally scar that innocent minx."
"Scar?" June raised her eyebrows.
"Why don't we cut the chatter and just see for ourselves, eh?" Jack asked before pulling her mouth down to his again. June placed her hands on his chest and felt his heart rate escalating quickly through his thin vest and shirt. Jack felt her smiling against his lips and he groaned softly. Leaning over to the side of her tanned face, he began to whisper what he wanted to do to her in vivid detail. June tensed up in sexual frustration, her eyes widened slightly before she closed them. Before she could completely surrender herself to Jack, there was a knock on the door.
"Damn it ALL!" Jack growled, his exclamation muffled in her disheveled hair. Pulling back, Jack and June wildly stared at each other as they heard the click of a doorknob turning.
In a flash, June found herself tumbling head over heels to the floor as Jack had pushed her off of him in panic. He grabbed a book off of the nearest table and opened it with shaky hands, pretending to read as Anastasia entered the library slowly.
June smoothed out her hair and broke into a huge, fake smile right after shooting Jack the dirtiest look she could muster. Knowing that Jack was ashamed of their playful little rendezvous wasn't exactly satisfying.
"This is interesting," Ana mused, gazing at the two of them with raised eyebrows, "Two pirates reading while a party is going on downstairs? Hmm."
Jack's natural demeanor returned almost instantly. "Anastasia, luv…nice of you to join us," he commented lightly, "Might as well grab a book and make yourself comfortable!"
Anastasia scoffed at him. "I don't believe you. Instead of downing your fair share of rum downstairs, you'd rather indulge yourself in literature?"
"Just because we're pirates, luv, doesn't mean all we care about is getting drunk."
"How's dear William?" June asked suggestively. Jack raised his eyebrows in response.
"He's fine," Ana stammered, blinking, "I don't know what else you mean by that…"
"Oh, I think ye know…" June answered.
"If ye want to take advantage of him, you could get the poor whelp drunk," Jack said with a shrug, "That always works."
Immediately, Anastasia thought back to when Will did so happen to get rip-roaring drunk and make a complete annoying ass out of himself and instantly winced. "Enough of that," Ana said quickly, "The crew has gotten a bit tipsy and they mentioned they need someone to go check on the watchmen on the Pearl…"
"I'll do it," June interrupted, standing up abruptly.
"That really isn't necessary," Jack mentioned hastily, waving his hands about, "I could just appoint someone…"
"No, no," June said with a biting tone, her steely glare piercing and ominous, "It's really no trouble, Jack," and stormed out of the room without another word.
"What have ye gone and done this time, Captain Sparrow?" Ana questioned with a sigh.
Perhaps the question is: what haven't I gotten the chance to do? he thought with a grimace.
"Nothing, darling," he said, getting up from the chair and patting her on the back gently, "Nothing at all. Why is it that ye don't trust me?"
"Frankly, Sparrow, you affect her in more ways than one," she pointed out, "Driving her absolutely mad AND, might I add, sexually stimulating her, and that's not a good combination."
"Why, Miss Walker!" Jack teased, flabbergasted, "You said sexually stimulated! My virgin ears! My virgin-ooff!" She pushed him away from her and placed her hands on her hips, not amused in the slightest.
"It also doesn't help that you treat her so cruelly," Ana continued with a serious glance at him, "You never pick on anyone else, Jack, the way you pick on her. She never hears the end of it…"
"…might I add that it's both ways, luv?" Jack added with a roll of his eyes, "Come on, you're not givin' me enough credit. If I were any other man, they would have shot her from here to Hell and back. No one else would have been so forgiving."
"Oh…" she stuttered, "I see…"
"Oh," Jack repeated with a mocking tone. He waved her off and replied, "Go on and enjoy the party, Miss Walker. I don't want to be keepin' you from the festivities."
She nodded, and asked quietly, "Will you be joining us?"
Jack threw on his coat, muttering to himself. He glanced up at her and said quickly, "I have other things I need to get done," slipped past her, out the door, and disappeared.
"That really isn't necessary!" June repeated in a high-pitched voice as she made her way through the dark forests once again, waving her sword out in front of her in a flamboyant manner, "Necessary my ass. I would rather make me way through a thousand forests instead of stayin' with that pig for four more seconds! HA!" She cut through a vine in front of her, swiping at it with her blade, "Take that, Sparrow! TAKE THAT!"
Crickets called out into the night and she giggled to herself. "I'm actin' foolish," she said aloud, "Mighty foolish. What else did I expect? Did I really think Jack would want others knowin' he was attracted to a monstrosity like meself? What bull that was."
She staggered over some tree roots and heard a mosquito buzzing close to her ear. She swatted at it before she rubbed the bump on her head. June had attained it from when it connected to the library floor after Jack went hysterical and threw her off of him.
What would have happened if they actually slept with each other? Would Jack have treated her like a leper? Would he give her an even harder time than before?
He was a swine, throwing her off of him like a whore that didn't please him well enough.
She stopped in her tracks and let out a loud shout into the sky. It wasn't composed of words, but feeling. She was tired of being misunderstood.
June didn't see how it was hard for Jack to misunderstand her. They weren't that different, Jack and her. They both lived in the moment, they didn't care what anyone else thought of them. They were people who just wanted to spread their wings.
June wasn't always like that. Definitely not. She had never been so outgoing, so wild as she had been in the past couple of years. She had been the quiet lady standing in the corner of the ballroom adorned with pearls and lace, catching up with friends and family. Men never really concerned her. And she thought pirates were bloody ruffians…scoundrels that deserved to be hanged.
She never really knew when the sudden change took place. She had never liked to delve into the past when she was so content with the present.
June stumbled out of the thick jungle and onto the sands and shells. Running a hand across her sweaty forehead, she jumped into a rowboat and continued her journey to the Pearl.
Will sat at the kitchen table by himself, the soft glow of lamplight tracing every outline. Lightning flashed every now and then, casting eerie shadows across the walls.
A screech of a chair moving struck him out of his daze and he glanced up.
Anastasia joined him at the table, smiling warmly. After sitting silently, she asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Home," he said gently.
"Would you like to go back?"
"I…I don't know anymore, Anastasia. It's nice to forget for a while, forget what's expected of me. But I can't run from it forever."
"I know. I understand."
"…do you?" he questioned, looking up at her pretty face once more.
"I have responsibilities at home too, you know," she replied, following a speck of dust drifting across the table with her thumb, "Like the tavern…"
"You don't need to work there," Will stated with a shake of his head, "Not a respectable woman like you…"
"I don't need to work there?" Ana repeated with a surprised look, "If you haven't noticed, dear William, I live alone. I need the money. I'm not wealthy."
"But in a tavern, Anastasia?" Will grimaced, "It just seems like you're above all that…"
"I must point out that it seemed like you didn't have a problem with any of this before. And I'm above that? What makes working there so demeaning? Why must you look down on my profession when there is no other option open to me? I'm just a waitress."
"Yes, you're a waitress working in very dangerous conditions," Will argued.
"Please, enough William," she said with a sigh, rising up her hand to silence him, "I'm tired. The last thing I want to do is get into another nitpick with you."
The steady tick of the clock in the hallway filled the air as they both grew silent. Each stared down at the table, shuffling their feet uncomfortably.
Here she was, sitting alone in a kitchen, full of candlelight and romance, with the man of her dreams. And all she managed to do was muck it up and let him provoke her again.
"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his warm brown eyes meeting hers, "That was a bit rude of me to delve into your business in such a matter. If you're happy, I'm happy."
"Good. That was no way to talk to the woman who saved your life," Ana winked.
Will rolled his eyes and groaned, "You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?"
She shook her head with a cheeky grin plastered over her face. "Nope. You were quite a funny sight, Mister Turner. Oh, how I'll savor that moment for as long as I live!"
"How about we just drop it?" he suggested with raised eyebrows.
"Never!" she retorted, crossing her arms.
"All right. If that's how you want to play the game, fine, Miss Walker. What can I do for you in order for you to never bring it up again? If Jack got wind of that, he'd tease me mercilessly. It's not everyday I get intoxicated, almost drown, and get saved by a woman."
What can I do for you…? The words were rewound and played over and over in Anastasia's mind. She practically salivated. Hmm, what would June suggest at a time like this…
"I don't like that look," Will commented, studying her, "It's quite frightening."
"A kiss," Ana piped up suddenly.
Will laughed, but his laughter soon died.
"You're not joking?" he blinked.
She shook her head.
"That…I…I don't…erm…" he stuttered.
Ana smiled and stated, "Fine. If you're not man enough to give me what you owe me, I suppose I'll just…"
"Hold on one minute," Will said sharply, "That was below the belt…"
"…it was intended to be. Good night, Will."
Anastasia turned to leave the room with a satisfied grin on her face for catching him so off guard, but that smirk was soon wiped off when Will grabbed her by the arm, whirled her around…
…and softly placed his lips on hers...
"We pillage we plunder, we rifle and loot…" June hummed to herself, "Doo da la de da!" She had long since relieved the watchmen of their duties, allowing them to row back to shore and join in the celebration while she stood at the peaceful helm…alone.
She had the Black Pearl all to herself tonight. Fog curled and slinked across the ocean surface. The moon rode high in the sky, dark clouds surrounding it like thick blankets.
"It's just you and me, ol' gel," June said aloud, patting the helm thoughtfully, "Just you and me."
The Pearl groaned in response.
"Oh, I see how it is," June muttered, "Whatever happened to the late night swims we took together? The random drinks? The fun? The laughs? Does all that mean nothin' to ye?"
The ship rocked slowly, creaking a bit in answer.
June ran her hands along the smooth pegs, gently feeling the cool wood in silent appreciation. Heck, she could steal the damned thing right then and there if she wanted to. A while ago she would have done just that.
But she had changed when it came to the Pearl. Or by Pearl, she meant Jack. No matter. She just wanted to enjoy the serenity in her own little fantasy land paradise. Not dive into philosophizing about how she felt about certain people or ships or what she wanted to steal and what she didn't want to steal.
"Drink up me 'earties…" she continued.
"…yo ho," someone finished for her. And the person sounded entirely too amused.
"How long have you been standin' there, Jack?" June asked, not bothering to turn around or let go of the helm.
"Long enough. I thought I was the only one who talked to me ship, dearest."
"Well, you were wrong."
She tensed up when she felt his breath suddenly tickling her ear and his arms coming up on both sides, trapping her in her place.
Jack kissed her lightly at her nape; his lips surprisingly cool against her hot skin. He then murmured, "The Black Pearl likes ye. Always has. I could feel it right when I caught you aboard. And I think She'd agree with me when I say I think you and I have a little unfinished business to attend to, savvy?"
Hehe. Jack Sparrow is scrumtrulescient. Review, ye pirates!
