Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Pirates of the Caribbean. Wouldn't it be uber cool if there was a Pirates of the Caribbean auction? I'd give anything for Jack Sparrow. wink I don't think he'd want to come with me, though. cough, love slave, cough
A/N: Who knows where this story is going? I'm just along for the ride.
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- He whispered into her ear, "Do I even 'ave to ask?"-
"As a matter of fact," Belle said devilishly, sweat gleaming on her brow from the humid Caribbean air, "You do." She took a step away from him and crossed her arms, waiting for his proper invitation.
"Dance wit' me."
She shook her head, smiling smugly. "Try again."
Sparrow let out a sigh and ran a few fingers along his moustache, contemplating whether he should just leave her standing there and make her feel like a fool, or to just give in and let her feel those couple seconds of victory before he swept her off of her feet.
He decided to be generous for once.
"Miss Belle Blake…would ye do me the honor o' dancin' wit' me?" he questioned loudly, suddenly sweeping his tricorne hat off of his head and bowing gracefully.
"Why, I'd love to, Captain Jack Sparrow," she replied cheekily, curtseying before he clasped hands with hers and held her at the waist. Belle winced, expecting to be flung about and her feet trampled on, but when she opened her eyes…they were actually waltzing a perfect waltz!
"Jack Sparrow, you little liar!" Belle scolded, "All this time you made me think you couldn't dance, and here you are, acting like the inventor of the waltz himself!"
"What can I say, luv?" he asked, batting his long eyelashes, "I'm a man o' many contradictions. And you, me bonny gel, are a woman o' many contradictions."
"Oh? How so?"
The crew cheered when Jack swept her around a couple of times before dipping her so low, her head almost touched the deck floor.
After he whipped her back up again, he continued, "Well, ye were so hoity toity about maintainin' yer highstandin' morals and so bloody angry wit' me for kissin' ye back there in the alley, ahem, which might I add saved yer life, but anywho…now here ye are, dressed like some bar wench, back in me arms once again."
Belle sighed and said, "It wasn't easy for me to give up the life I once led, Sparrow. And I'm sorry if I've been harsh on you. I suppose…"
Jack raised his eyebrows, maintaining eye contact with her as he twirled her around in his arms, her skirts brushing against his trousers as they fanned out around her long legs. "You suppose?"
She smiled, "I suppose the reason I have been so unfairly catty with you is because I do not want you to find my weak spots."
"Weak spots, eh? Now what makes ye weak in the knees, luv?"
"If I told you that…I'd have to kill you."
"I like my women vicious. No worries, darlin'. I could use a little smackin' around every once in a while. I wouldn't want to get too egotistical." He paused before winking at her and adding, "Especially if that smackin' around comes from ye."
"I would find extreme pleasure in torturing you, Captain Sparrow. Mark my words."
Jack's eyes widened with wickedness, and she groaned inwardly. Why did everything she say get twisted into something so perverse when it came to him?
"What would ye do to me, luv? Cuff me? Use th' whip? Perhaps a bit o' spankin', aye?"
"The whip sounds interesting," she replied with a secretive smile. Jack almost choked on his own saliva. He expected some harsh order to get his mind out of the bilges. He never expected her to play along. He grinned, his kohl-rimmed, beautiful eyes studying her. Let's see how far we can take this lil' game o' ours.
Belle, on the other hand, was marveling at how Jack's face changed so rapidly when she had caught him off guard. She liked it. She liked that slack-jawed stare of amazement and perversity.
"Would ye have to tie me up first? O' would ye sweet-talk me into goin' willingly?" he questioned huskily.
Belle suddenly realized they had stopped dancing for quite some time now, and were just standing in the middle of the deck, looking like complete fools. Some of the crew were staring at them with mild interest, the others were too drunk too give a rat's arse.
"Matters if you would lend me some rope…perhaps I would just have to use my garters."
Jack bit back a groan and shook his head, saying, "Ye keep surprisin' the hell out o' me, Miss Blake. I ne'er know what to expect from you."
"Then my duty upon the Black Pearl is going along smoothly…" she commented with a wink, "Because part of the reason I came along in the first place was just to keep you on your toes."
"You're doing perfectly, darling," he responded, gently pulling her closer to him, "Now how about we discuss more about torturin' the likes o' me, hmm?"
"Belle!" Anamaria hollered, swinging a mug of rum in her hand, "Come o'er here and have somethin' to drink for ol' times sake!"
"Don't mind if I do," Belle said with a nod in her direction. Turning to Jack, she added, "Excuse me," before beginning to walk in Anamaria's direction. She wasn't prepared for Jack grabbing her by the arm and keeping her next to him.
"No…you're staying….right…here. Captain's orders, savvy? And must I remind ye of how ye can't hold a lick o' alcohol?" Jack whispered into her ear.
Belle glanced back at Anamaria, who was raising her eyebrows at them. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'maybe some other time' and went back to drinking by her onesies.
"If its rum ye be wantin', I have that in me cabin."
She cringed. How long could she keep this up? Pushing him away just so she could fall right back to where she started with Captain Sparrow? He was relentless!
"No, I just wanted some female company."
"Well, luv," Sparrow said, feigning shock and surprise, "I didn't know ye preferred the ladies."
"You know what I mean!" Belle cried in exasperation, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at him with wild eyes, "Do not twist my words."
"Follow me," Jack ordered and tugged her along until they were standing away from the loud laughter and noise, away from the crew. Goosebumps formed on her skin when she realized she was alone with him behind the mast. Jack bent over and grabbed a bottle of rum that was rolling solo across the floorboards. He uncorked it and handed it to her.
She stared down at the brown bottle in her hands. "And what do you want me to do with this?"
"Take a gulp, luv. You're thinkin' too hard for my taste. Ye have to relax on a night like this. Loosen up and all that."
"And what, pray tell, do you want me to loosen up for?"
He shrugged innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him before sighing in defeat, pursing her lips against the bottle and taking a long swig. He laughed when she scrunched up her face in distaste.
"Every time I think the rum may taste better, it doesn't. Still the same old nasty, vile drink."
"Belle!" Jack gasped, grabbing the bottle and cradling it in his arms lovingly, "Don't say that! Yer hurtin' its feelings!" And he promptly downed half the bottle.
Of course Belle should have never even taken a drink, for she felt the fuzziness continue to overwhelm her senses until every muscle in her body relaxed. She was sitting across from Jack, who was leaning against the mast, gazing at her. His hat was cocked at a jaunty angle atop of his head, but those brown eyes, brightened by the moonlight, were eerily watching her every move.
"I figure rum isn't so bad," Belle said and yawned, rolling her neck while smiling lazily. She let out a little 'ow' when her neck cracked, releasing even more of the tension that she had pent up inside of her.
"Jack…where would you want to go after Trinidad?"
"Who knows, luv? Wherever the Pearl wants to go, I suppose. Rome…Spain…"
"What if going after my father's ship is just a big goose chase? This is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. We can't search the entire ocean for one measly ship."
"Who says we can't? We can sure as hell try, darlin'. Don't get your knickers in a twist about it."
"Too late," she replied with a smile.
Sparrow stroked his goatee braids and said simply, "Oh? Should I check for ye, then, just to make sure?"
"What?"
"If your knickers are in a twist," he remarked with a grin. She didn't respond to his crude comment, only rolled her eyes in his direction.
"I've given up on you, Jack Sparrow. I cannot put an end to this vulgar madness of yours. Not now, not ever. It's just not possible."
She glanced up and was frankly disturbed that he was grinning no longer. The sly smirk had been wiped off of his face like the rouge on a whore during a rough night. He crawled slowly over to where she sat and crouched next to her. Running a hand across her cheek in the gentlest of whispers, his lips parted. She opened her mouth to say something but he said quietly, "Shh, lass."
Belle was ready for what she had coming to her. Suddenly, she felt Jack's warm hands against her thighs through the fabric of her dress. He lowered his head and nuzzled the side of her face. She could hear him breathing in her sweet scent. His moustache and goatee tickled her flushed skin.
"So I win?" he questioned in the lowest of voices, skimming his lips across her own, barely touching, before she managed to answer:
"You win."
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