Disclaimer: None of the POTC elements belong to me. Gosh darn it!
AN: I watched that incredibly stupid show, Dancing with the Stars, to see the trailer for the new POTC movie. It looks terrific but not nearly enough Norrington!
"Well now that's a sight to tempt a man." Jack salaciously drawled as he watched a bent over Val use the pick on the horse's hoof.
His words caused Val to rapidly stand up. The sudden movement startled Diablo and the horse nickered his irritation. Keeping her back to Jack and taking a deep breath, Val tried to compose herself. She had known that he would not let her remark pass but she had not thought that he would be so quick to seek his retribution. It had only been a matter of hours since their encounter at the Norrington's house. Damn. Val had hoped for more time to plot how she would react to what she was certain was going to be an unpleasant encounter. Oh well, he was here and there was no use trying to avoid him. Val turned and strode past him out of the stall saying as she did so, "Really Jack you might wish to reconsider this unfortunate habit you of sneaking up on people. One of these days it will get you hurt." Only her fingering of the thin gold chain that hung around her neck betrayed her nervousness.
Jack followed her as she went to put away the implements that she had been using to groom Diablo. "Don't worry about me luv. I can take of myself. More likely it's you in danger. All alone out here by your onesies with a pirate." He drew closer to her until there was little more than a hand's span between them.
Val could feel his breath stirring the little hairs on the back of her neck as he spoke. She had anchored her hair in a top knot so that it would be out of her way during her ride and as a result her neck was bare. As she considered his words she felt a wave of vulnerability sweep over her. He was correct. She was the one in danger. Here she stood alone in a stable with a man whose manhood she had unintentionally questioned a mere few hours ago. A man who, if even half the stories that Katherine had told her were true, had long ago ceased to play by the most basic rules of polite society. She felt a trickle of fear run down her spine but what perturbed her most was that mingled with the fear was an element of desire. Val squeezed her eyes shut and silently berated herself. No, this was not happening again! That night had been an aberration. A one shot deal. She did not, would not, feel any attraction to this man.
Jack sensed the change in Val's demeanor. He had no idea what had occurred but the pirate in him could practically taste her uncertainty and consternation. Stepping even nearer to her, he placed his hands on either side of her pinning her between him and the work table. He felt her spine stiffen in protest but that only spurred him on. Feeling rather like a cat toying with a mouse he bent down and began to trace the line of her neck with the softest of kisses. Her gasp coincided with his swift hard arousal. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her until she was flush against him with the small of her back pressed tightly against his groin. Deliberately he swiveled his hips so that she could not ignore his erection. "Feel that luv? Still thinking I'm a eunuch?" Jack ran a hand up her side, cupped a breast, and began to tease the nipple drawing it into a taut peak.
Angrily, Val jabbed him in the stomach with her elbow. With a grunt of pain Jack released her and she turned around ready to verbally lambaste him. Her eyes met his and she could read the mischievousness lurking in their depths. He was just waiting for her words of condemnation. He found her reactions amusing! Val knew a sharp ambition to disconcert him as he had disconcerted her. Thinking quickly, her eyes noted the unbolted door of one of the stalls and a plan formed in her mind. Placing her hands on his chest and giving what she hoped was a seductive smile, Val murmured, "Oh I never thought you were a eunuch Jack. The question is how effectively you wield that sword of yours. Care to show me?"
Val had to swallow her laughter at the expression on his face. His jaw had dropped open and for once he was speechless. She pressed her advantage and took a step closer noting with amusement that he backed away from her. A few steps later and she had him right where she wanted him with his back an inch away from the stall door.
Jack's mind was racing trying to figure out exactly what was going on. He had enough experience with women to know that such a quick turnabout could bode no good for him. What was her game? More importantly, how could he turn the odds in his favor?
Placing her hand on the lintel she leaned in closer to him trying to force him to place his weight against the door. Her eyes only flicked towards the open bolt for the merest of moments but Jack, who was looking for any such hint, noted it and guessed her plan. He let her close the distance between them and leaned back into the door. As he expected, it gave way. However, rather than just flail and fall as she had hoped for, he immediately reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her down into the hay with him. Swiftly he rolled over and trapped her beneath him. "Been there done that before luv. You're not the first to try to trick me with a kiss. Old Jack is nothing if not smart enough to learn from past mistakes."
Val's words of protest were silenced when his lips met hers. Ineffectively she pushed at his chest until he grew tired of the blows and captured her hands drawing them above her head. Lifting his head he taunted, "Now now darling Valentine no need for you to be acting like an outraged virgin. We both know the truth of the matter. Just consider this our long postponed wedding night."
"You bast…" the rest of her curse was lost when Jack took advantage and invaded her open mouth. The kiss teetered on the edge of being brutal but contained just enough sensuality to work an insidious magic. Against her conscious will she could feel her body respond. Without wanting or meaning to, she slowly stopped struggling and relaxed into his caresses. Before she knew it, she was as active a participant as he.
Although she would have sworn it impossible, the kiss grew even deeper and their tongues danced and intertwined with each other. It was like that long ago night in the carriage when a temporary madness had seized them but this time there was nothing to stop them from progressing to the natural conclusion.
Jack released her hands and his fingers began to make quick work of the buttons on her shirt. Rather than protesting at this action, Val found herself wishing that he would hurry. Then she knew a moment's panic at what his explorations would reveal. She stilled until she realized that she felt a sharp digging under her shoulder blade. Evidently her necklace had twisted around during her struggles and her secret was safe from his prying eyes. With a sigh that was part surrender and part bliss, she gave herself over to the moment and the wonderful sensations that he evoked.
He had noted her momentary hesitation and almost drew back; as much as he wanted to scare her he was not into forced sex. But when she sighed, he found that he wanted nothing more than to bring her to the peak of ecstasy. A small part of his brain noted how odd that thought was for him. Usually he was a fairly selfish lover only concerned with bringing pleasure to his partner for the in kind rewards that it would later bring him. Now however, he found that he was simply enjoying watching the play of emotions on Valentine's face as he stroked the soft flesh he found beneath her shirt.
His hands slid up her ribcage and lightly held both breasts while slowly rolling the ruched nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her back arched and her breathing became shallow.
When Jack took one aching tip into his mouth, Val let out a small cry. Her hands fisted in his hair and for a moment she battled as to whether to lift his head away or press it closer to her. The second option won and she conceded that she had lost any will to fight his advances.
Jack felt the moment that she gave herself over to him. But rather than the customary sense of victory he usually felt at such times, this time he felt a sense of responsibility and obligation. Valentine was not a woman to easily cede control to another and the fact that she had with him left him feeling strangely honored. Deliberately he set about making sure that this was one encounter that she would not soon forget. He petted and teased until she was literally quivering with unspent passion. The tightness of her breeches momentarily thwarted his efforts but then he managed to insinuate a hand between fabric and flesh. His fingers found the nub between her legs and began stroking.
"Jack, please." Val begged him. She could not think clearly enough to even know what she was begging for but she did know that she didn't want this encounter to end like their last one had all those years ago. That night she had been left with an aching need that gnawed at her. "Please!"
Her skin took on a delicate blush and she emitted small pleading whimpers. Breaths came in short panting bursts. Jack realized that she was near the pinnacle. His mouth took hers in another kiss. Then he slowly inserted a finger into her, all the while using his thumb to continue to apply friction. It was as a second finger joined the first that she shattered. Her back bowed into a near impossible arc and her scream was swallowed by his mouth.
Val felt the shudders rip through her body and she felt as if she were flying. Dear lord, she had never dreamt that anything could be so wonderful. As she floated back down to Earth, Val became aware of the look of intense concentration and shock on Jack's face. He was staring at her as if she had suddenly sprouted a third eye. Embarrassment flooded her and she cut her eyes away from his. Evidently he found her uninhibited reactions distasteful.
Noting the flush rise in her face, Jack correctly deduced the trend of Val's thoughts. Part of him wanted to reassure her but he was too stunned by his own feelings to offer any words of comfort. Here he was with his member stiffer than it had ever been and yet he had no real compulsion to take their lovemaking to the next logical step. Instead, he had found an almost complete satisfaction in Valentine's pleasure. He was at sea in a ship riddled with holes and was sinking fast. He had to get out of here now before he said or did something really stupid. Fortunately, fate intervened in the form of Val's maid calling for her mistress.
Jack helped Val to her feet. It took two attempts for Val to make her voice strong and loud enough for the maid to hear her. "I'm in the back stall Mary Jane. Just finishing grooming Diablo. Don't come back or you'll spook him. I'll be out in a moment." A belated modesty overcame her and she turned away to button her shirt. When she turned back, Jack was gone.