Chapter 5: Gibbs and Cleo. Isn't something wrong with this?

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun!"

"Cleo, I'm not going to help you hide that damn eyeball from him again. He's got enough problems as it is…"

"Well, come back to my cabin with me then. I'm sure we'll find something to do."

"Oh, alright, but just for a bit; There's work that needs to be done around this ship."

Gibbs and Cleo had been good friends before, but never had the two stayed by each other like this. Jack had begun to feel sick around them. He felt that the cuteness was too much for a pirate, but Gibbs was sweet to her and she didn't treat him too badly either. No one knew why she had gotten close to Gibbs, they assumed it was to make Barbossa angry. The only problem with that theory was that Barbossa was currently keeping to the settlement and couldn't see them.

Below the deck, Cleo and Gibbs sat in her chamber, playing a game of cards. A loud shout was heard by those on deck as Cleo won again.

"That's the last time I play cards with you." Gibbs said laughing.

Cleo smiled and nodded. "Why do you say that?"

"You always end up beating me!"

"Oh, well, I could teach you my secrets, but we best save that for another day." She replied sweetly, moving around the table to sit on his lap.

"Miss Cleo, this isn't right. Bar- I mean- the officer won't be happy when he finds out."

"What do I care? That man could die and I wouldn't give a damn."

Gibbs shrugged and put his arm around her. He enjoyed having such a beautiful woman in his lap. Sure, Tortuga whores were just swell, but he paid them for their affections. Cleo did things for him because she wanted to, not because he'd lined her purse with gold. He looked at her for a while, watching her blue eyes sparkle. He dared to touch her face. She didn't flinch; his rough hands were a welcome feeling. A smile appeared on her face and her eyes closed.

"Joshamee…" she whispered.

Gibbs toyed with her hair a bit, loving the feel of her slim figure against him. He barely noticed her hand caressing his face. He brought his face to hers and pressed his lips to hers, unsure of himself. Cleo wound her hand into his hair. She pulled back after a moment and smiled.

"You needn't be so cautious. I won't bite…..unless you want me to." She said with a wink.

Gibbs crushed his mouth to hers, almost knocking the wind out of her. He left her panting and gasping for breath. The man softly kissed and nibbled her neck as his hands worked diligently at undoing her dress. Cleo let out a breathless moan, taking hold of his hair again. The dress slipped past her shoulders; Cleo crossed her arms over her chest. Gibbs took her wrists and eased them back to her sides. He smiled at her before caressing with his hand one of her perky breasts. She groaned aloud, unable to catch her breath well enough to speak.

"Miss Cleo, tell me what you want." He said.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "You; I want you."

"Anything for you..."

"Joshamee?"

"Yes?"

"Call me Cleo."

He nodded and stood her up. Gibbs led her to her bed and laid her down. She began to undress him slowly. The way he was pressed against her allowed her to feel how much he wanted her. She flipped him over onto his back, laughing as she did so. He let her do what she wanted, seeing as he trusted her. Cleo rid him of the rest of his clothing. She wrapped her hand around him and heard the loud moan she received as a response. She began to move her hand slowly, trying not to tease or be cruel. Her hand stopped moving and slipped from him, but she replaced her hand with her mouth. The pirate 'angel' sucked him better than any Tortuga whore he had ever entertained, but she stopped just before he could reach his climax. He groaned and looked at her.

"You're not bein' kind, Cleo. Teasin' me like that."

"You'll forgive me, Joshamee."

"I will. I always do, but now it's your turn." He replied, pushing her onto her back. His lips crushed hers urgently. His hand crept between her legs and he inserted two of his fingers into her. Her nails dug into his shoulder and she arched her back to him. He slowly thrust his fingers into her, torturing her like she had done him. After a bit, she made him look at her.

"Please, don't make me wait anymore. I want you. I need you."

He grinned at took his hand away, replacing it with a larger bit of him that she appeared to enjoy quite a bit. As he began to move faster he heard her calling his name. It was all he needed to keep going.

Jack looked around. He found one of his crew to be missing, and intended to go looking for him. He knew that Mr. Gibbs had gone below decks with Cleo; he had even heard him say he wouldn't stay down there long. The captain descended into the bowels of his ship, calling his first mate's name. He heard Cleo's voice calling for Gibbs too. Thinking she was mocking him, Jack opened the door to her rooms. He froze in the doorway for a moment before silently closing the door again and walking back to his quarters.

"Sir, shall I go fetch Gibbs from below?"

"It wouldn't be wise."

"Why's that?"

"You might interrupt them."

The confused Bo'sun left the room, still not understanding what his captain meant. Jack scratched his head and downed the last of the bottle of rum in his hand.

"There's something wrong with this…"