Welcome back! Sorry, I have been backpacking through East Timor and Indonesia for the past seven weeks, so hence no update. Please let me off this time. I'm rewarding you with a smut chapter.
Boy, this one was a hard one. I had to write this scene in several different parts, putting each different emotion and element in separately. I didn't want to create another flawless and pain-free "fade to black" scene that riddles fan fiction. Perhaps you'll agree with my choice. Perhaps.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own anything. I never do.
~Chapter Thirteen~
"Don't stop." She whispered. Jack paused for a moment, realising the consequence behind those two simple words. He swallowed hard, trying to exercise some level of restraint on his desires. "I don't plan to." Jack replied, feeling Angelica smile against his lips. The dim candlelight of the room illuminated Angelica's features, as Jack surveyed her face. It told the same story as her words did. He felt her fingertips resting on his chest, and with her touch, he could feel his body was alive. Jack tried to be gentle, his awareness heightened of the tenderness of her fresh wounds. He could feel everything, from his raised heartbeat, to his aching feet and his wounds, and he had no doubt Angelica was experiencing the same.
Jack's glassy eyes wandered to the collision wound on the side of her forehead, and felt immediately responsible for it. It was a deep wound, but by the look on Angelica's face, it was not paining her. Her features indicated she was settled, and Jack wondered if it was him that had calmed her down. He dismissed the thought swiftly, debating whether to ask her if it hurt, but though it was better unsaid.
Jack tightened his grip on her and shuffled backwards to the door, to support their weight. Angelica giggled slightly. It was in that moment, as Angelica was raised higher than him, that she, very clearly, was calling the shots. He never would have expected that of her after what she had been through, but the fact remained, she did, and it enticed him heavily. She inched her face closer and allowed her muscles to hug his body, as she brought her hand up to brush some of his hair away. Her delicate touch was almost driving him over the edge, as he restrained himself, trying to draw this moment out as long as possible. Her lips touched his, only gently, subtly teasing him. She could see the desire plastered on his face, and thought it cruel to not indulge him. "Are you tempted?" She whispered softly.
Jack didn't respond, instead forcing his mouth upon hers; catching her by suprise, his lips emitting warmth that was strangely comforting to her. Angelica kissed him fearlessly now, confident in her touch and curious enough to push him to his limit. She was surprised that the salty taste still lingered on his tongue, but the familiar palate seemed addictive to her. Jack felt drunk by the sensations overwhelming him. He tried to focus; however he quickly fell back into the blissful pleasure that make him weak at the knees. She repositioned herself, wrapping her arms around his neck, her bandaged hand placed further out, with her body sinking dangerously low on his. He cringed, hoping she wouldn't notice his hardness and reject his advances. He shifted her up, and readjusted himself under the extra weight. She wriggled under his hands, arousing him in the most delicious way possible.
He groaned, as she clung to him tighter, and grinded into his hips. He stopped dead, as though he had imagined it. Had she, just…? But his thoughts diminished when she moved her body melted onto his once more. His knees were close to failing to support them, so he held her tight to his body, and guided them both towards the table. He stumbled over there, keeping his lips glued to hers, pushing her back so she was leaning on the table. He slid her onto it, not taking his lips away from hers as he fumbled around the table, before he clasped his hand around a cylindrical bottle. Bingo. Jack thought.
Angelica pushed back, taking in several breaths of air. "You know, Jack. This is what got you into so much trouble in the first place." She said, indicating to the bottle. Jack took his hands off her, fiddling with the stopper of the bottle, before he managed to uncork it. Flipping it onto the floor, he took a swig. He needed that drink. "And what makes you say that?" Angelica paused for a moment. "You let slip. They knew about the stolen manuscript." Jack paused, thinking back to if he had mentioned the manuscript, until his eyes widened in remembrance. "Once." He replied offhandedly, eyes darting between Angelica and the bottle. "It doesn't matter. They would have caught you anyway, since you chose to waltz into town with wanted posters plastered to every wall with your name on it." Sarcasm highlighted her tone, and made Jack feel utterly stupid and beaten. "Not my fault you were stopped by a rogue guard." He shot back. Angelica didn't want to bother with an argument going nowhere. "Jack, what difference does it make? We were caught and tortured, and now that's over." Jack thought about how very accurate her words were.
"That's true. Now I'm free to do this to you." Jack slid Angelica off the table, snaking an arm around her waist bringing her flush with his body. Jack advanced towards her lips, but watched as her eyes clasped shut and surprised her by landing on her neck. She responded with a badly suppressed moan, as she delved her undamaged hand inside his pocket and tightened her grip.
Jack's breath hitched, and his heart raced. There was such an element of danger in this, and in her, something he found himself drawn to. They could be caught at any moment, or be chased by the Spanish in their speedy ships with narrow hulls, or Angelica could realise her predicament and curse him. But none of this looked likely to happen. He walked her backwards, until the backs of her knees touched the bedframe. Her eyes flung open, as though that touch of the bedframe told her more of his plans Jack's actions did. She knew where this was going, and she didn't want to stop. Jack pressed his body weight against her, forcing her to arch back over the bed. She went willingly, pulling on the coarse material of Jack's jacket to pull him down with her. The pair landed with a groan against the mattress. She clambered over the bedframe, using her forearms to steady herself and push her further up, as Jack followed, bringing himself to hover over her.
However, this intimate position was not enough for Jack. He kneeled down on the bedcovers, and pulled Angelica up onto his thighs to form a straddling position, keeping her thighs tight around his hips. Her body was flush with his, and she became aware of his hardness pressing into her in the most intimate fashion. She was partly shocked, partly curious. Jack reclaimed her lips and her mouth, as her pace slogged behind as she comprehended that it was her that had invoked that reaction. Angelica felt his tongue probing the insides of her mouth, exploring new territory. She tried to steady her breath, but again was hit with the urge to feel some part of him. To tear his clothes from his body and leave nothing between them but physical space. She needed to feel more of him, to feel his bare skin and have it crush down on hers.
She brought her hands up to his shoulders and pushed his jacket off, as he removed his hands from his waist to allow it to fall needlessly to the floor. Her hands found their way to the front of his shirt, hastily running her hands under it to feel the hardness of his abdomen. Jack shivered, as a sigh escaped through his lined lips. Jack removed his hat from her head and flung it across the room. She noticed that every action she made had a reaction from him. A powerful one, and it made her feel very much in control. Angelica liked that. Angelica smiled fleetingly, her breathing laboured and her eyes seeming several shades darker. The candlelight of the cabin had cast a yellow glow upon her face, accentuating her soft features and mellowing the colour of her wounds. Her lips were curved in a low-grade smirk, as the pace of their passion slowed to truly encompass the new territory they were on the brink of.
Angelica shifted her glance from his face; down to his belt buckles where his sash usually hung above. Slowly and with steady hands, her hands dropped and tightened around the buckle, drawing out the material until it gradually loosened. Jack stretched his neck up towards the ceiling, her hands dangerously close to the centrepoint of his desire, he was forced to try to steady himself and keep his hands from running over her. Angelica worked at the knot, untied it, and let it fall aside. She could see Jack's partly concealed pistol and dagger, and she tossed them onto the floor with a thunk. She felt Jack's eyes hover over her, as she felt the element of fun drain from within her, and be replaced with a feeling of tenderness. She timidly moved her eyes over his, reaching up and pushing the bandana off his forehead. It suddenly dawned on Jack that he had never removed his banana for any woman before. He felt reluctant to remove it, but before he could protest, it was already gone. Jack removed his boots with the help of the bedframe, joining the heap of discarded items on the wooden boards.
The warmth of Jack's body so close to hers calmed her, and made the events in the cellar seem further and further away. There was tenderness and sympathy in his touch, and curiosity and compassion in hers. Angelica's hands rested lightly on his hips, fiddling with the worn material of his shirt, ruffling it up in her hands, and raising it further up Jack's torso. Jack elevated his arms above his head as his shirt was removed from his body. Angelica had never seen his chest before, and was strangely fascinated by it. She brought her hands to his torso, running a cautious finger along his accentuated muscles, his arms toned with muscle, his torso broad, littered with various cuts and ropeburns, his abdomen well defined from the time spent working on ships. Her touches were so sensational he wondered how long he could exercise self-control. While Angelica saw his body as well developed, she noticed his frame was still small and not dissimilar to that of a teenager. Jack groaned, shifting himself, pressing down on Angelica's hips and forcing her to lie back down. She went willingly, shuffling up slightly so her head could rest on the pillow. Jack remained on all fours, his muscles tense and taut, watching her under her, exactly where he wanted her to be.
He brushed her hair away from her face, his eyes wandering down her chest, to her stomach and thighs and back up again, hungrily wishing he could tear the clothes from her body. Angelica felt herself grow cold with timidity under his intent gaze, and Jack was quick to spot this, and press his body against hers. Jack could feel the indentations of her hipbones and the softness of her breasts, and it almost sent him over the edge. He tenderly brushed his cheek against hers, his lips moving down the length of her throat, touching a spot of such sensitivity Angelica immediately raised her hands and folded them through his thick dreds. Her mouth was left partly ajar, as Jack caressed her skin with his mouth, occasionally giving her a sudden jolt of intense energy through her. Her eyes alternated from being clamped shut to snapping open at a sudden feeling of pleasure.
Her body was heated and her cheeks flushed, as the spots Jack touched were marked with a light red blush. He worked his way down, moving over the slight dip in her neck, making her entire chest feel instantly more sensitive. He slowed, noticing her lower lip was trembling, and wondered if he had moved too close the slice below her collarbone, so he moved himself up to focus his attention on her lips. Her mind was becoming progressively more hazy, and she was barely able to keep her thoughts from blending let alone have much comprehension beyond pleasure.
Jack moved his mouth over hers, concentrating her attention there, and decided it was best not to try and remove her shirt or sash, knowing what wounds lay under there. He ran his hands softly down her sides, resting them on her hips. Angelica swallowed hard, and could feel his rough fingertips tracing small circles around her lower abdomen. Her muscles contracted under his touch, and breathing became more rugged by the minute. There was more than desire in that moment, there was so much more. Something Jack had never mixed. It felt like drinking a cocktail of emotion, and waiting for the effects to hit him. The element of fun became to wind its way back into their interactions, and a smile once again peeked at Angelica's lips, her body smouldered as liquid heat seared her to the bone.
Jack's movements suddenly took so much of a hold over her she immediately sat up wrapped her arms around Jack. Jack stopped, feeling her chest rise and fall rapidly, Her arms tight around his back, and her bandaged hand distanced in precaution for being knocked. Her face became buried in the crook of his neck and hair, a moment of sweet serenity. Jack knew this was now or never. He knew where this was heading, and there was not going to be another moment so opportune. He whispered very softly to her, and she could feel his throat resonate against her jaw. "Do you know where this is heading?" He asked. Angelica didn't respond for a few seconds, but he eventually felt her nod against him affectionately. "Do you want it to?" Jack waited. And he waited. He hoped she wouldn't refuse. But her clinging to his back didn't lessen, nor her proximity widen, and eventually, a small "Yes" escaped from the confines of her lips. Jack took a moment to comprehend, and to work out a plan of how exactly to go about it.
Jack reached behind him and groped around for the sheet, grasping it and bringing it up to partly cover them and throw more darkness on their position. He lowered Angelica down and himself with it, and the sheet fell over most of their bodies, as Jack's thighs pushed Angelica's legs slowly more open. Angelica began to eye him intently. She didn't resist, and Jack was grateful for it. His hands rested on her thighs, and wandered between his thighs and hers, unbuttoning. Angelica's eyes darted around the room, zipping from the table scattered with maps, to the bottles of rum and displaced chairs. Awkwardness flooded over her like a blanket, as her body against Jack's caused wonderful friction and beads of sweat to mingle together. Arousal overpowered her, and she could smell Jack's scent on her body. Jack encouraged her thighs to wrap around his, as the moment approached and her mind sped up to a mile a minute, with the most peculiar thoughts jumping into her head. She wondered if the Spanish were trailing them at this very minute. She wondered if it she remembered how to breathe. She hoped his weight wouldn't disturb her wounds.
Jack readjusted his weight over her, grabbing her un-bandaged hand and entwining his fingers through hers, and pushed himself, as gently as possible, into her. She jolted at the intensity. Pain gripped her, as she gasped and belted out a scream, as Jack quickly raised a hand over her mouth and smothered the sound. "Careful!" She commanded, with her eyes harsh, as Jack checked the door behind him. "Sorry." He mustered, his face contorted with effort and slight embarrassment. Angelica's injured arm went around the back of his neck, her face etched in a tight grimace as Jack, slowly but surely, began to move within her. Awkwardness dissipated in the new face of pain, and pain gradually lessened with desire making it's presence known within her very core as Jack settled into a rhythm pumping himself within her.
She breathed slowly, trying to find comfort, her fingers playing subconsciously with his hair and nails running lightly across the back of his neck. Angelica wondered how many other women he had been with. How many he had corrupted, how many he had paid for their services. However the more she thought about it, the more it didn't seem to matter to her; that all seemed so shallow and physical. She herself had given herself to her, and not just her body, even though she didn't want to admit it to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted as pleasure made its awareness known, and she tightened her muscles around him in an effort to bring him closer. Jack cursed under his breath, as sweat dripped from his body and made Jack wonder why he hadn't thought of opening the window. Angelica still felt the nagging pain, but felt sufficiently more comfortable in her actions. "Are you going to make me wait?" She teased seductively, making Jack feel very undervalued. She really knew how to push him. It spurred him on, letting his thoughts be lost and his desire take its place.
Jack knew that was the call for him to go faster, as he tried to live up to the expectation, knowing he would not be able to contain himself for very much longer. The feeling of him burned inside her skin, and she inched him closer in order to attempt to fulfill her need. Her mouth curved into the shape of an "O" as Jack moved faster, grunting occasionally as he felt himself tire and come to the brink of release. His hands snaked below her back and pulled them both up to sitting position, as Angelica hissed at the sharper angle of penetration. Jack couldn't contain himself anymore, giving a shudder and a soft groan as he pushed her back down and collapsed on top of her.
Several seconds passed, as they recovered, and Angelica was slightly grateful it was over. Jack tried to steady his breathing into a relaxed rhythm, and try to cool himself down. Angelica's fingers brushed against his back, as she pondered various thoughts. "Had you planned this from the beginning?" She asked curiously, as Jack reached down to the floor and lifted up the bottle or rum. "Would I do such a thing?" He asked, skulling a large amount before gesturing the bottle to her. "Are you kidding? I'm a convent girl. Alcohol has never touched my lips." Jack gave a smirk. "Two things. Firstly, you're not a convent girl no more. I rescued you from it. And secondly, you've tasted it on my lips." He said, taking another swig. "That doesn't count." Angelica insisted, as she wriggled out from under him and moved to sit up, reaching down to button her pants. Jack copied, his eyes subconsciously wandering back to the door. Angelica straightened her hair and pushed it back, before she laid back down on the bed. She was exhausted. The day had been long and draining, and her cuts begged for rest. She tried not to focus on it, and closed her eyes.
"Have you still got that key?" Jack asked. Angelica's brow furrowed. "What key?" Wondering why he would ask such a thing. "This one-" Jack started, reaching his arm down to her neck to pull up the chain, before Angelica quickly slapped his hand away. Jack looked disappointed. "Touchy, aren't we." He grumbled. Angelica let out a sigh, wondering why Jack was so edgy. "Go to sleep, Jack." She remarked. "I can't. You've stolen my bed." Angelica didn't respond, merely waited for him to relax and lie down next to her. "You could move over." He said, hinting he did not have enough room. Angelica didn't budge, instead pushing Jack over the mattress, making him topple to the floor. "Sleep on the floor." She stated, trying to keep her voice steady and not let the hilarity she found in it show. Jack climbed back onto the bed, allowing his hands to wander to her stomach and brought her body flush with his. "You're trouble." Jack whispered into her ear, as she wriggled and writhed in an effort to escape Jack's grasp. "And you're not going anywhere." He insisted. She eventually stopped moving, for she had no real wish to leave Jack's arms. They felt, if only for a fleeting moment, just like home to her.
~End of Chapter Thirteen~
So there you go. I hope I didn't make you cringe. It's perhaps slightly out of character, but please keep in mind, these are my portrayals of the characters when they are barely young adults, and I need a base to start somewhere. They didn't just meet and immediately turn into angry fire-breathing dragons biting each other's heads off.
It's my last year of school this 2013, (Horay!) but that also means hard work. Updates are always in the making, so have no fear. They will come! Also, I would like to share a big THANKS to everyone, I was gleefully happy when I discovered I made 100 reviews before the ticking over to the New Year. :D
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