Such a Rush


A boy with no companion
Lost for baby blue
Words more than mean it
When they count for one like you.

I would wrap the world in clover
But you make me see my way
And I would die for you tomorrow
Would you come to me today?

-Never Met a Girl Like You Before by Flogging Molly-


With her skirts bunched and her dress boots hitting the dirty pavement of the town one by one, Eva ran between alcoves of ship hulls and decks and topmasts, searching out anything that looked like Jack. She begged for a tricorn hat, which although many of them passed in her flight, none were his. She kept her eyes peeled for his mass of dreadlocks and red bandana, but saw nothing. Her mind rushed and her legs were weak by the time she stopped for a breath.

"He's trying to kill me. He's making me suffer, the bastard."

She leaned against a stone cool wall in a deep alleyway of the town, breathing heavily in and out as she smoothed down the skirts of her dress. Her heart raced like that of one of a wild horse. Her skin tingled in the cool November air, and only after she could find proper oxygen for her lungs again, did she realize how cold it actually was. She rubbed her shoulders for a moment, before turning on her boot heels to head back to the house again.

Never did she expect to hear a voice behind her.

"Givin' up on th' hunt so soon?"

She shut her eyes against the sound and bit her lower lip as she heard his boots approach.

"Damn, an' ye were so close t' finding me too."

His mocking sigh traced a ticklish sensation down the nape of her neck, making her spine jump as she stood upright.

"Have you truly forgotten to grow up? Or do these antics precede a lack of childhood altogether, I wonder?"

Jack smiled at her teasing voice and stepped in closer to her back, never touching her body, but feeling as close to her as possible. He ignored her question for a long moment, dwelling merely on the heat radiating off of her skin, and the scent of wild jasmine in her hair.

"Swear t' me, ye aren't foolish enough t' fall in love with that cotton oaf."

Eva grinned and tilted her head a little, wanting to turn and look in his eyes, but didn't for fear of what might happen if she did. So she remained perfectly still before him, taking a deep breath.

"Would it make so much difference to you if I were, Captain Sparrow?"

"Only if ye lie about it, an' let yerself get tied up in 'is nonsense."

"Why ever would I lie about matters of the heart?"

"Don't taunt me, Eva."

Shutting her eyes against the cool air once more, she spun on her boots toward him, raising her eyes and opening them with a single reply. "Or what?"

She had him fixed with her mockery, in ways he would never allow another woman to get away with. Jack held her glare for a second longer, before reaching and taking her chin in his hand to tilt it up higher. He wanted to see the glow of the moon play in her eyes, and it worked out charmingly.

"You don' want me t' answer that."

"Yes I do."

"No."

"Jack."

"Lady Bryant?" She tore her face from his hand at that, and scowled with a step back.

"You're very cruel."

"I ave' the right."

"A God given one, no doubt?"

"God an' I ave' little understanding of one another."

She shook her head with a slight grin.

"Why did you come back, if but to harass me?"

"I wanted t' do a little more than just harass ye, love."

"What then?"

Jack took a single step closer, but she didn't move. Confidently she held his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Ignorance does not suit ye."

"I am perfectly serious. What is it you want from me?"

Shaking his head this time, he leaned down closer to her face, catching the spark in her eyes and short breath from between her soft lips.

"I'll take whate'er you'll give t' me, darling."

His breath was sinister and sweet on her mouth and cheeks as she worked just to keep her balance. It had been nineteen months of longing and waiting and praying he would show up again, so that she could have this moment in time to prove herself to him.

"You should truly digress from such a statement, for you know not what can come of it."

"Oh I think I know well nough'. I stumbled pon' a scene none too different from this one before…"

"Assumption has been the death of strong men in similar positions as yours. You haven't but a small clue of what this dark alley can honestly lead to."

His twisted grin appealed to her as he moved closer, same as her words appealed to his every sense as she kept stepping back.

"Show me what can come o' it then."

"No."

He paused at her demand against it, but then she spoke softly again.

"You show me."

Done in, he slid toward her and wrapped his arm around her waist as he lifted her from the ground.

"With pleasure…" he sighed, pressing her tenderly back to the stone wall again.

Leaning into her with desperate advance, he took one of her hands in his and stretched it out on the stones. Jack found a prominent groove in the wall and placed her shaking fingers down upon it, "Grip that tight." Eva sighed at the way he spoke so richly, in a half whisper, half groan, and then moved to place her second hand out far from her body, grasping to another jutting stone in the wall.

"Are you preparing me for a hurricane?"

He laughed darkly and moved his hands back to the slender waistline of her blue dress, his lips touching the heated skin of her forehead with a wet peck.

"You'll be wishing 'twas a hurricane before m' through with ye."

Eva tried to breathe and found she couldn't, with the warmth of his entire body pressed into hers; forcing her against the wall until she was nothing but melting skin. He remained silent for the time being as she watched his hands rove over the curves of her body through her dress and heavy skirts. One hand was firm on her taut, pleading nipple through her bodice, while a second dove down to begin pulling up the numerous skirts and bunching them until he found more skin beneath. Eva gasped when his hand met with her upper thigh, just over-top of her stockings.

Jack grinned wildly at the contact, "One step closer than th' last time."

She widened her eyes and looked down as he lifted her thigh and leg up toward him, brushing away the cottons and silks of her dress as he examined the matching blue bows of her knickers.

"Now this is th' Vang'line Marley I remember…"

"Of course, how could one forget such a despicable sight." She crooned through anxious breaths.

Jack rolled his eyes and leaned his face down to the curve of her neck near the stone, whispering with a growl, "Wicked 'nough t' leave me restless fer nineteen months."

"Oh well," she stammered with a giggle as he looked in her eyes again. "Let us not waste another moment upon your restlessness then, sir. Have your way with me until you've seen fit to die of contentment."

She stretched her arms out, gripping the stones tighter, readying herself for whatever he was capable of. Jack took it as a glorious sign, and quickly snatched her mouth between his own lips, kissing her fervently. His hands weaved through her soft hair as he untied it from its ribbon hold, and watched from the corner of his eyes, as it spilled down against her shoulders. He begged entrance for his tongue between her lips, and when granted, he moved inside roughly, savoring every bit of warmth and sweetness he had almost let himself forget in the time apart from her mouth. He remembered instantly why she plagued him so, her mouth indeed was the most delicious, comfortable place he'd ever been before.

Eva found herself grinning when he finally did release her lips, only to then turn her eyes to trepidation as Jack eased his hands and gaze down her body, sliding to the ground in front of her. He held her skirts bunched still, her one leg he let finally drape down against his back after having removed her boots, and he kissed lightly the skin of her inner thigh as it met the level of his mouth.

She held her breath hard, zipping her eyes shut with a wince, "Perhaps I'll be the one to die first."

Jack smiled and relaxed her as he ran his hands along her stocking and open thigh, and then gently eased her body down the wall a little, until he could grasp her hips and bring his face closer to her throbbing, welcoming center.

"You'll not die until m' good an' done with ye."

"And when will that be?"

He looked up at her from the ground, as his hands slowly inched inwards and under her large skirts to find the wet folds of delicate skin that lay beneath. When a single fingertip came into contact with the spot, she panted instantly with his husky response.

"Never."

And before she could concentrate on what was coming, she felt it arrive within her; a single, jetting finger. Jack plunged it inside quickly, to avoid knowledge of it, to watch as her face contorted against the wall and her own knuckles grew into a fierce white with her hold on the approved stones. She felt her heart stop as her breathing suddenly increased, and oxygen poured in and out of her lungs at rapid speed. Jack's hands on her hips as he drove the single finger deep within her and then slid it back out again, drove her insatiably mad. She needed more, and voiced it rather soon, sooner than he had even imagined for her.

"Another…more, Jack…"

Biting his lip to contain himself, he nodded and slid one more finger within her, taking his eyes from her knuckles and lolling head, to disappear underneath of her skirts as well. He lifted the blue cotton and white lace over his head, accepting his hide in the darkness of her heat and pulsation, and quickly brought his mouth up to where he could feel the small, rhythmic bud asking for his help. He lapped over it in an instant with the whole of his tongue, tasting the bittersweet sap covering it, and was delighted when he heard her scream out above him in the open air of the night.

"Jack--PLEASE!"

He loved that part, when women threw manners into such improper sport. It made him feel like the devil himself in most cases, especially lodged between Eva's sinful thighs. He granted her wish and carefully moved his fingers from within her heat to instead speedily replace it with his tongue. He filled her as much as he could between the fragile folds of wet skin, and pumped his tongue same as he would any other ligament he had to offer her. He curled it upward when he felt certain parts of her shaking differently, and tasted every corner inside of her he could reach.

Even without seeing it, he could still both hear and picture the sound of her nails as they scratched the stones she held to for dear life. She screamed out more, almost screeching the one or two times he flicked at her clit with the pad of his thumb in a circular motion. The muscles in her thighs gripped hard to his shoulders and face, pulling in him as close as she could manage to get him to her. Eva's head hit the wall in distress, completely un-thwarted by the almost surreal movement of his tongue deep inside of her body, moving up and down, in and out like a game of some kind; a game set by the most experienced of champions.

He sensed the greatness of her own experience too, in the way her hips bucked at his mouth and the sound of her whimpers, perfectly in tune with every movement her body made at him. It both saddened and delighted him, knowing that she was well beyond the point at which he would have needed to do extra leg work to get her to this point, where he could feel the boiling inside of her. The trenches were tightening against his taste buds as he slithered along the suppleness of her folds a few more times, pressing down hard with his thumb onher striving bud.

Jack heard her cry out for him and felt the heels of her stockings and feet dig into his shoulder blades, and knew what was happening and what too was coming. Eva struggled at the wall, trying to hold to it as best she could when she felt a rush of hot blood go straight from her toes to her head against proper gravity. White washed across her eyes and every bit of her warmed as the sweet juices flowed from inside of her to be neatly and greedily consumed by Jack's searing mouth upon her.

She shut her eyes and rested until he finished tasting the last bit of her. And then waited as he carefully lowered her feet to solid ground again and stood before her. This though, didn't work as well as he had hoped, and the second he finally took his arm from her waist, Eva's body tilted off into a semiconscious faint.

"Whoa…" he murmured, catching her in his arms quickly and lifting her entire body from the ground as she clung to his neck, the stars still filling her eyes. "…Eva?"

She smiled in a strange afterglow of something she'd never quite given proper credit to in her daydreams, and then looked up into his dark, brooding eyes.

"I can't feel my legs anymore."

Jack shook his head and laughed at her before sweeping down to take her mouth in a gentle kiss. He tasted of things she knew were her own, and it made her only want more of him. The need was too great to let her temporary paralysis stop her from having him the rest of the night, and she pulled away concerned as she held strongly to his neck.

"You're not finished with me yet, are you?"

His brow twisted wickedly and he stared down into her eyes as he walked with her still bundled into his arms.

"I told ye lass, m' never going t' be quite through with those eyes, an' lips…an' good Lord those thighs now..."

She was amused by him through exhaustion but asked, "Then where are we going?"

"We're going t' find a bed I can lay ye down upon." He raised his head to watch his step down the narrow passageway of the dark town, heading back for the house. "We ave' t' make your dearest Mr. Bryant proud. Safety first, Eva."

She rolled her eyes at him and rested her head down into the crook of his neck, breathing him in as she was half lulled to sleep by the movement of his steady swagger through town. The walk wasn't a long one, but it was long enough. By the time Jack had quietly tiptoed through the silent, somewhat sleeping house and made it through the door of his room, he glanced down in the soft moonlight to see Eva sound asleep in his arms.

Being a true pirate, he could have woken her, thrown her upon his sheets and ravished the rest of her into incoherent, immovable parts before morning. But being a good man, the side that seemed to plague him with her again, he instead laid her down across the mattress gently, making sure her weakened legs were placed properly under the blankets to avoid spasms through the night, and brushed through her hair as he climbed in to the other side of the bed.

She stirred a few times as he covered the both of them completely with the sheets and quilt, and it gave him a small glimmer of hope that she might wake and still want to finish what she had claimed. But she only grew deeper into sleep each time. Jack curled in against her, letting her cling to his shirt and neck in an unconscious effort of wanting, and then slowly let himself too fall into a paralyzed mode of thought as he watched the Cove's blue waters dance on the ceiling of his room.

Eva's breath on his burning skin and beating heart was what finally made him shut his eyes though.