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soleilpirate Author: Soleil Compeau
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Title: Life After Loss
Pairing: Jack/Other
Spoilers: set after AWE
Rating: NC17 overall, for sexual content
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reenacted what takes place after the final cut. No profit or wages are being made. I do this out of deep love for the characters.
Summary: Jack impulsively rescues a woman from Barbossa, and she inches her way into his bed and his heart. Can she be his equal on land, and can they conquer the sea, land, and time itself?
Chapter 3 - Trust
He was not in the cabin when she woke next morn, and venturing out, she found him too busy to speak more than a word or two to her. She set to work with the men trying to repair what could be, learning that they were heading towards a safe port to make repairs and resupply. It was only when they docked that the Captain came towards her with that lovely smile on his face.
He offered her his arm and they strolled off the Pearl as if going to a picnic in the park. "It occurred to me that you might like more clothing. And some trinkets maybe." Jack handed her a little purse that jingled, filled with gold coins.
Sarah stared at him. "The markets are straight ahead." Jack went on. "I'll be back on this dock at sunset. Think you'll be all right by yourself, or shall I send Mr. Ragetti with you?" His eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased her, feeling more comfortable and easy with her, after their drunken bonding of last night. Not to mention the kiss, which he was trying his best not to think about.
"You're letting me go to wander freely? What if I don't come back?"
Jack gave her an intense, searching look. "You're free Sarah. You've always been free...with me. If you choose to stay with me and sail on the Pearl, be back here at sunset. If not," he shrugged as if he did not care, "You're still welcome to the coin and whatever it may buy you." With that, he gave her a gentle shove towards the direction of the marketplace, and wheeled off to the left after his men.
What, indeed, if she didn't come back? Jack bit his lip at the thought. He would not force her to choose him. Though he did have more inclination to make advances towards her, after....his breath quickened at the memory of her body rising to meet his. How many times had he slid his hand down his breeches, choosing one of two fantasies? On the one hand, her as a virgin, being woken by him to the pleasures of her own body, eyes changing to wonder and joy as he brought her to heretofore unimagined bliss.
One the other hand, her as a more experienced woman, as her age seemed to suggest, without all the hysterics and drama and tears maidens were prone to. No obstacle to stop him as he slid home inside her, only a slick unbarred passage. Well now he knew didn't he? A lucky young lout named David had been her first, had the pleasure of that firm lush body. Jack stopped and pressed a hand to his head, aroused once again over Miss Deverleigh. He simply had to get her off of his mind!
She walked to the marketplace with many thoughts in her head. This pirate captain was certainly showing a lot of trust in her! She could easily find the authorities, turn him in, never see him again and keep his gold even. It showed his own quality, she felt. He was trustworthy, so extended trust to her assuming her to be the same, which she was. Even if she didn't want to be aboard the Pearl and never see Jack again, she would not betray him to those that would hang him. Jack was exciting and intelligent, not at all like pirates her Aunt Selena had talked about. Sarah wanted to learn more about him!
The first thing Sarah bought with the money he'd given her was a bath in a relatively respectable inn. She did her best to stay clean, but aboard a ship it was difficult at best. While waiting for her water, she tried to brush out the worst of the tangles in her long hair. Ohhhh, the bliss of soaking her entire body in hot water! And the flowery scented bar of soap delighted her feminine senses. She'd asked that her dress be washed and repaired while she bathed as well. It was two hours before she sat in front of the mirror, clean and in clean clothes, braiding up her fresh washed, soft hair.
Most women took a great deal of time to shop. Sarah generally made up her mind as to what she wanted, and then got it. A few simple dresses, some new boots and three pairs of slipper shoes with good tread, and a couple of boy's trousers and shirts suited her wardrobe requirements, at least for the immediate future. She did browse through the trinkets, and bought matching green earrings and bracelet, the jewels looked just like emeralds but were inexpensive enough that she doubted it. She also bought a bandanna similar to Jack's, except dark green to match her eyes. As these were being wrapped up for her, she looked off into the distance, admiring the nice little town.
And saw Captain Jack in that distance, tete a tete with a woman. A woman with an extremely low cut gown and a lot of lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup slipped her arm round Jack's waist and leaned her face in very close to Jack's as if to kiss. He smiled down into her painted face, murmured something in her ear which she laughed merrily at, and they strolled off quite cozily clinging to each other.
She took her packages almost in a daze and walked aimlessly. Was that the kind of woman he desired? She recalled his kiss just before the storm. It was so intense, and there was so much desire between them...what would have happened if not for that storm? With purpose now, Sarah chose her path. She had a few more things to buy.
An hour later, she watched the beautiful orange disk slide lower to the purple and pink tinged horizon, fidgeting nervously. Her purchases were wrapped and stacked neatly at her feet. Was she daft to come back to a pirate ship which she hadn't chosen to board? Would Jack change his mind when he saw her and say, "Sorry lass, I've no use for a silly woman aboard me vessel."? Had he given her the money so she would buy passage elsewhere instead?
The crew began to appear on dock, hurrying and each carrying something for the ship's galley. They all appeared quite happy, and several gave her smiles, nods, or called quick greetings to her. Another knot of crew appeared, managing several barrels, several of which contained rum, she was sure.
"Oi, lass!" The Captain's pleasant rumble sounded. "Need help with those packages?" He carried nothing, and swaggered towards her with a carefree smile and a relaxed attitude. "Let's get aboard then. Tomorrow me ship's repairs will be complete and we will get under way again. Have fun today, did you, love?"
Well, it seemed he did welcome her on the Pearl after all. She took herself off to his cabin as soon as she could, to prepare herself. Sarah paced before the door until she heard him outside, and she went out to see how her new look would impress him. Her eyes were carefully outlined in kohl, rouge darkened her cheeks, and red brought out her full pouty lips. She had tugged her gown down as far as possible in front, revealing more of her firm breasts. Jack took one long look at her, sweeping his brown eyes up and down her body. He scowled.
"That look does not become you at all, darling. Go wash your face." And he turned away. Sarah was too blinded by humiliation to notice the pause he took, and the deep shuddering breath he drew. She missed his dark look and muttered, "God, help me!" and missed the discreet hand to his breeches to adjust himself.
Jack could not stay away however, not after that. He was a brave man, and had faced far worse terrors than a woman painting herself as a whore to get his attention. And get his attention was exactly what she was trying to do. What he feared revealing to her was how well she'd succeeded. Jack opened his cabin door and strode in, eyes finding her immediately.
She was sitting quietly in a chair, head down and hair tumbling all around her face and shoulders. Her face was well scrubbed but her eyes were puffy and red. She looked up at him. "Am I so ugly that not even paint can make me pretty to you?"
He was utterly taken aback. "Is that what you think?"
She stood and moved very close to him. "I saw you with that woman today. That's the kind of woman you like."
Her lower lip was pooching out even more than usual, though she was trying hard to keep it in, and her lovely green eyes were accusing. That lip riveted him. He wanted to nibble it and crush that pouting jealous anger to powder. "And you thought to make yourself look that way, so I would find you attractive?" He did not wait for an answer.
"Sarah lovely, do you have any idea of the torment you put me through?" She looked shocked. "Night after night I watch you sleep, in my bed, and stand over you, eyes roving over the face of an angel." His finger slid from her cheekbone to her chin, making her jump. "Night after night I fight to control myself. Sometimes I touch your silky hair." He caught up one of the slim braids throughout her hair and brought it to his nose, eyes closing as he inhaled it's rich scent.
"Did you ever think that perhaps I sought such a woman's company, a saucy wench, to purge my desire for you? What would a woman like you want with a pirate lover?" Jack dropped his eyes like a shy boy and mumbled, almost too quietly for her to hear, "You deserve better'n what I can give you."
Many things rearranged themselves in Sarah's mind and heart in a matter of seconds. She sidled even closer to him, looking searchingly into those beautiful eyes, and was struck by two things. First, his nervousness of what she would decid, be it rejection or acceptance of him. Secondly, the desire in his eyes. It was just like her dream, his eyes soft and open and melting. Desire to complete the dream raged strong in her. She would not deny it anymore.
Finally admitting that she wanted to do so, she touched his long dreadlocked hair, feeling it's texture and intimately weaving her fingers through it until she reached his head. With a hand on either side of his face, she stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs. Stretching up on her tiptoes, Sarah pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his.
Instantly they were catapulted back into the moment of the last kiss, as if the storm had never interrupted them. His mouth was hot, and fierce, and demanding. She tightened her fingers in his hair and heard a distinct groan rumble from his throat.
When they broke to breathe, she noted that Jack had already stripped off his belt and pouch and was currently struggling with his vest. Eagerly her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, feverishly working to expose his body to her. Once he tore off his vest Jack held still, but his body thrummed with heat and powerful longing. Once the shirt hung open, his scars were revealed to her. She sucked in a breath, caressing the bullet holes and knife marks. With her fingertips she followed the path of a long puckered one on his belly, pondering it's meaning, the horrible pain it must have caused, the miracle of him standing before her now. His breath came more and more raggedly. "Oh Jack...thank God you survived!"
Sarah began kissing his neck. Mmm, he definitely liked that, judging by the way he tilted his head back and shivered. His chest was next, and kissing him here made him tremble and flex his fingers. She brushed her lips over his nipples, and he sighed, tossing his head from side to side. She swiped them with her tongue and he moaned throatily. His hands came up to her hips and began pulling her skirts up, bunching the fabric in his fists. "You need to think long and hard about what you're doing, love. I'll take you to bed, oh god yes I'm willing. But you'll be marked a pirate's woman after that. And I might not be inclined to let you go...once I've had you."
Sarah swallowed hard. "I'm not a highborn lady Jack. Nor a trollop. Just a woman, a woman who wants to make her life her own. And live the way SHE chooses, to embrace the passions and joys this life has to offer."
Jack tilted his head quizzically. "There's more to life than pleasure Sarah, much as I can't believe the words are coming out of me mouth."
Her lips quirked. She spoke to the past, to her loving parents and her staid, overprotective aunt and uncle. "Then let me live life to the fullest, and be scarred like you. Let me choose my fate for myself. With both hands so I will!"
The pirate captain's eyes glazed with raw desire. Quickly his fingers found her naked thighs and stroked erotic designs over them. Sarah hastily pulled his shirt completely off, and devoted herself to kissing each of his scars, in a few cases actually tracing the outline with her tongue. When she was finished, Jack was clenching his teeth and breathing heavily. "How long will you make me stand here like this, Sarah?"
His trousers were very obviously tented. Sarah smiled impishly and cupped the bulge in her palm, pressing in and gently moving her hand up and down. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he impatiently put his arms around her and pulled her roughly to the bed. She was able to stop him only long enough to take her dress off, then he pushed her down in just her chemise and crouched over her on all fours.
He kissed her face very lovingly to begin, tracing a circle from her forehead, around her cheeks, and to her chin. Then he went to her neck with heated kisses that seared her skin. He kissed her neck with those soft lips and firm tongue, nipped at her collarbones, and grazed the tops of her breasts until gooseflesh broke out all over her body.
Jack growled and pulled at the chemise until it began to tear. She was hard pressed to lift herself up enough and get it off fast enough to placate him. As soon as it was tossed aside, he went after her breasts like a starving man. Sarah lay in a haze of pleasure. Jack's mustache and the braids of his beard brushed and tickled her skin everywhere he kissed her, and he did kiss her everywhere. One nipple was treated to a luxurious tongue bath while his fingers flicked over it's twin leisurely. Then he switched places and did it to the other before moving down to caress her legs with his sensuous mouth.
Jack held one ankle in his grasp and kissed her calf, brought his tongue to play over the back of her knee, switched suddenly to tease her thigh on the other leg. Then he moved up to nibble at her fingers, kiss inside her wrists and elbows, once again change tactics to suckle her tender navel. His approach to foreplay seemed random and haphazard, but everything he did was with purpose and very thorough.
She was whimpering. Her skin was tender and hot. Her breath came short. The liquid heat between her legs begged for relief. Jack stood up and pulled his breeches off rapidly, revealing another part of his body that she fervently hoped she'd get to explore with her mouth before too much longer. His face was drawn and tense, his body sheened lightly with sweat. His eyes flicked over her body lounging on his bed. "Sarah....Sarah love, you're so beautiful!"
She looked at his long length standing straight out from bushy dark hair. It seemed to swell more just from her curious look. Propping herself up on one elbow, she reached out and wrapped her hand firmly around his erection. Jack moaned, and Sarah felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the cabin. She trembled in time with Jack's body, then he stretched himself out beside her. "Please don't stop Sarah. Don't you dare stop."
"No Jack," she answered huskily. "I won't, count on that." Sarah rose onto her knees next to him and indulged her desire to kiss him everywhere. The scar on his stomach got more treatment from her tongue, and she felt his muscles there tighten and release rhythmically. She nipped and grazed her teeth over his slim hips, and swirled her tongue over the tops of his thighs.
Her lovely captain was making continuous breathless grunts now, and his manhood strained towards her mouth of it's own lusty will. Sarah wanted him badly, but was nervous that she couldn't please him well enough. She needed more courage, and to tease him a bit more. So she swirled her tongue in the creases where his legs joined his body. Jack groaned, and spoke in a voice little more than a growl. "You're teasing a pirate, luv, and that's not something you want to do for too long."
Sarah chuckled breathily as she took a firm grip on his throbbing manhood and stroked his balls with her tongue. Jack's loud gasp caused a bolt of intense desire, and her slickened folds contracted in longing. She licked her way up the underside of his shaft while Jack writhed. "Ohhh..you're so...good at that!"
The power she held over this lusty, charming, eccentric pirate was intoxicating. Sarah kept her eyes upon to his face to watch it contort as she slipped her lips over his head. His every expression of enjoyment fanned her own desire into crashing waves of heat. He was clutching the sheets now, arching his hips up. Cords stood out on his neck as he strained to hold still.
She pushed her mouth down deeper over him, until he was about halfway embedded between her lips. Jack uttered a choked cry. Sarah moaned and kept pushing her mouth down, carefully easing him as deep as she could manage. She had to get used to the size and thickness of him, it had been long since she'd been with a man.
"Ahhhhh" Jack muttered. His chest was heaving. He had raised his head to watch her face as she tasted him. "Sarah...so wonderful..mmm!" his voice trailed off in a moan.
Sarah closed her eyes and focused on him. With one hand gripping the base of him strongly and pumping with slight jerking motions, she slid her mouth back and forth over him, steady and a bit rapidly. Jack closed his eyes also, need building steadily in him until grunts and cries of pleasure were torn from his throat. Somehow she managed to take him deeper with every stroke until her lips bumped against the fingers still gripping his root. Jack grimaced, he could not open his eyes. He felt as if he were drowning, but it was so much better than that.
He wound his fingers through her hair, not intending to push her head but wanting to have even more contact with her. He'd desired this woman since he saw her running past him on that island, he knew that now. It was her outward beauty surely, but so much more. Since he'd had her aboard, she'd seen him with clear eyes, knowing his honesty and integrity, and accepting of his faults. She knew him, he felt instinctively, and she had the same seeds of hunger and longing to live free forever that he had.
He craved her even more, and so he tugged her hair gently with his fingers until she released his throbbing cock with a slight popping sound of breaking suction. "Sarah love, it's my turn now."
And flipped her onto her back and slid down until his chest was between her legs, grinning absolutely wolfishly into her eyes.
Chapter 4 - Joining
Jack inched his way farther down her lovely small body, feeling her skin slide along his. His elegant fingers caressed her bottom as he draped her legs over his shoulders and gave a tender kiss to the top of her moist curls. He breathed in deeply of her aroused scent. "Ahhhhh"
Sarah moaned and tossed her head back momentarily. He gazed up at her, loving the flush to her skin, the haze in her green eyes, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the tight nipples on her pert breasts. He wanted her pleasure as much as his own, in fact his would be gained by giving her ecstasy. Jack had denied himself so long, as had Sarah apparently, that this joining was going to be doubly explosive.
"Hold still now, love. If you can," Jack lowered his head and began to tease between her lips with the tip of his tongue. He tasted her everywhere, the wet swollen folds, the rigid button at the top, her damp opening. She cried out, moaned his name, and undulated her hips until Jack thought he would go mad. And still he relentlessly traced her with just his tongue tip, flicking it rapidly over her.
She reached for him, trying to touch his face and force him to the pressure she wanted. He grinned against her and took her hands, lacing his fingers with his and holding her captive. Now she could barely wiggle. And Jack was free to do what he wanted. Now he did stop teasing, and pushed the broad flat of his tongue between her lips, licking hard and steadily.
Sarah whimpered, writhed the little bit she was able, and pulled her hands against his grip desperately. To what purpose she did not even know, but what he was doing to her was not something she was able to just lie still and take. Moans crested steadily from her mouth as Jack licked and kissed her. The bristles of his facial hair stimulated her in sensitive places she didn't even know she had.
She was making so much noise in fact, that he stopped and looked up at her, a bit amused. "A I hurting you, luv?"
"N..no! It's just...so amazing!" Sarah pumped her hips, desperately wanting his fantastic mouth again.
"Didn't your young man do this to you?" Jack breathed hotly on her clit, blew a cool stream of air over her labia, delighting in her gasp.
"Yes...but it wasn't...he didn't do it like that!"
Jack kissed her swollen glistening pussy open mouthed and deep tongued. Stopped to ask innocently, "Like what darling?" Returned to his delightful work.
Sarah was almost beyond words. "He didn't....you put your tongue inside...oh GOD! Ohhh..ohh your mustache.....Jack!"
Jack struggled along with Sarah. She tasted so good, and she made such lovely sounds. He began to moan with her, into her, and this shattered the bubble of pleasure he had made and she was in bliss. She wailed, and went rigid beneath him, and he tasted a different wetness from her. His breath came hard and fast from his nostrils. Sarah shook slightly, feeling the intense bliss waves pound over her.
Just as she began to come down, Jack slipped a finger inside her, testing her and stretching her for his entry, at the same time moving up her body to get close to her face. Her folds convulsed around him. "Oh, Jack!" she cried on a sob. He cried out, withdrew his finger, and positioned himself between her spread thighs.
"I'm sorry darling, I can't wait any longer!" He took himself in hand and pressed the tip into her inviting heat. Her body took him and clenched round him, pulling him deeper in. He pressed in steadily, doing his best to go slowly, but he was so hot and eager.
Sarah wrapped arms and legs around him, urging him. Little coos of encouragement and pleasure spurred him on. His face was a rictus of apparent agony, eyes unfocused. He pushed all the way inside her and stayed for a moment, body taut and trembling.
An impatient wiggle of her hips, and he arched his hips, pulling back until he nearly popped out, then drove slowly and steadily back inside. "More Jack! Please!" Sarah begged wildly, clawing his back.
"Ahhh!" he cried, and unleashed his passion. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, that's why he went slowly at first. She was so small, but she was so wild, so demanding. Her pleading nails on his back drove all thought from Jack's mind. He buried his face in the dark hair that spread out beneath her on the pillow, moving his hips hard and fast. Their bodies slapped together and soft grunts filled the air.
"Jack. Jack!" Sarah's voice was extremely sultry now. "Mmmmmm take me harder Jack!" Her sentence ended on a high pitched cry. Her hands moved from his back to his chest, to his biceps, greedily stroking his skin as he held himself up and pumped himself in and out of her. Her cries were increasing in pitch and frequency, as were his own.
The slick fist anchoring his cock to her luscious small body squeezed and contracted repeatedly around him. She grew warmer, then suddenly very hot. Jack's eyes kept squinting shut, but he forced them open to witness her orgasm. Sarah's eyes squeezed shut, her whole face knotted. The cries became unintelligible shrieks sounding almost like his name and that of the Almighty. Her knees came up and gripped his thighs tightly.
He kept moving, mouth open on sounds of pleasure at her sensual release. The little beauty's chest heaved as she caught her breath, she raised her head and nipped at his lips. Once more winding her fingers into his hair, she gripped his head hard and stared burningly into his eyes. "Come for me Jack. Come inside me and make me all yours." She barely whispered the words against his mouth.
Jack tossed his head back, teeth clenched with unbearable ecstasy. He slid his hands down beneath her to grip her tiny soft bottom, lifting her off the bed, holding her still for his frantic thrusts. He jerked himself in and out as fast and as hard as he could. Only a few more strokes pushed him over the edge and he held himself still above her, body shuddering and voice gasping out loud exhalations as he emptied spasm after spasm within her.
He managed to collapse next to her as opposed to on top of her. He was so hot, his chest heaving as he regained his breath. Sarah was in a similar bedraggled state. At this point, most women wanted to drape themselves over him when all he wanted was to breathe, and cool off. Jack felt a foolish desire to pull her into his arms, hear stories about her childhood and tell her his own.
Struggling with intense emotion, he rolled over, turning his back on her. What was wrong with him? It would be far better if he put Sarah ashore. Let her find some honourable man who would delight in her charms and never hurt her. Far away from his ship, far away from him. He would never hear her voice again.
Misery filled him. Swiftly he rolled back to face her, assuring himself of her very real and close presence beside him. Sarah was almost asleep already. At his movement she glanced at him. Her hand crept across the bed to entwine with his fingers. Jack smiled a deeply contented smile as his eyes drifted shut. Sarah watched him for awhile before sleep claimed her as well.
Chapters 5 and 6
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Title: Life After Loss
Pairing: Jack/Other
Spoilers: set after AWE
Rating: NC17 overall, for sexual content
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reenacted what takes place after the final cut. No profit or wages are being made. I do this out of deep love for the characters.
Summary: Jack impulsively rescues a woman from Barbossa, and she inches her way into his bed and his heart. Can she be his equal on land, and can they conquer the sea, land, and time itself?
Chapter 3 - Trust
He was not in the cabin when she woke next morn, and venturing out, she found him too busy to speak more than a word or two to her. She set to work with the men trying to repair what could be, learning that they were heading towards a safe port to make repairs and resupply. It was only when they docked that the Captain came towards her with that lovely smile on his face.
He offered her his arm and they strolled off the Pearl as if going to a picnic in the park. "It occurred to me that you might like more clothing. And some trinkets maybe." Jack handed her a little purse that jingled, filled with gold coins.
Sarah stared at him. "The markets are straight ahead." Jack went on. "I'll be back on this dock at sunset. Think you'll be all right by yourself, or shall I send Mr. Ragetti with you?" His eyes sparkled with mischief as he teased her, feeling more comfortable and easy with her, after their drunken bonding of last night. Not to mention the kiss, which he was trying his best not to think about.
"You're letting me go to wander freely? What if I don't come back?"
Jack gave her an intense, searching look. "You're free Sarah. You've always been free...with me. If you choose to stay with me and sail on the Pearl, be back here at sunset. If not," he shrugged as if he did not care, "You're still welcome to the coin and whatever it may buy you." With that, he gave her a gentle shove towards the direction of the marketplace, and wheeled off to the left after his men.
What, indeed, if she didn't come back? Jack bit his lip at the thought. He would not force her to choose him. Though he did have more inclination to make advances towards her, after....his breath quickened at the memory of her body rising to meet his. How many times had he slid his hand down his breeches, choosing one of two fantasies? On the one hand, her as a virgin, being woken by him to the pleasures of her own body, eyes changing to wonder and joy as he brought her to heretofore unimagined bliss.
One the other hand, her as a more experienced woman, as her age seemed to suggest, without all the hysterics and drama and tears maidens were prone to. No obstacle to stop him as he slid home inside her, only a slick unbarred passage. Well now he knew didn't he? A lucky young lout named David had been her first, had the pleasure of that firm lush body. Jack stopped and pressed a hand to his head, aroused once again over Miss Deverleigh. He simply had to get her off of his mind!
She walked to the marketplace with many thoughts in her head. This pirate captain was certainly showing a lot of trust in her! She could easily find the authorities, turn him in, never see him again and keep his gold even. It showed his own quality, she felt. He was trustworthy, so extended trust to her assuming her to be the same, which she was. Even if she didn't want to be aboard the Pearl and never see Jack again, she would not betray him to those that would hang him. Jack was exciting and intelligent, not at all like pirates her Aunt Selena had talked about. Sarah wanted to learn more about him!
The first thing Sarah bought with the money he'd given her was a bath in a relatively respectable inn. She did her best to stay clean, but aboard a ship it was difficult at best. While waiting for her water, she tried to brush out the worst of the tangles in her long hair. Ohhhh, the bliss of soaking her entire body in hot water! And the flowery scented bar of soap delighted her feminine senses. She'd asked that her dress be washed and repaired while she bathed as well. It was two hours before she sat in front of the mirror, clean and in clean clothes, braiding up her fresh washed, soft hair.
Most women took a great deal of time to shop. Sarah generally made up her mind as to what she wanted, and then got it. A few simple dresses, some new boots and three pairs of slipper shoes with good tread, and a couple of boy's trousers and shirts suited her wardrobe requirements, at least for the immediate future. She did browse through the trinkets, and bought matching green earrings and bracelet, the jewels looked just like emeralds but were inexpensive enough that she doubted it. She also bought a bandanna similar to Jack's, except dark green to match her eyes. As these were being wrapped up for her, she looked off into the distance, admiring the nice little town.
And saw Captain Jack in that distance, tete a tete with a woman. A woman with an extremely low cut gown and a lot of lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup slipped her arm round Jack's waist and leaned her face in very close to Jack's as if to kiss. He smiled down into her painted face, murmured something in her ear which she laughed merrily at, and they strolled off quite cozily clinging to each other.
She took her packages almost in a daze and walked aimlessly. Was that the kind of woman he desired? She recalled his kiss just before the storm. It was so intense, and there was so much desire between them...what would have happened if not for that storm? With purpose now, Sarah chose her path. She had a few more things to buy.
An hour later, she watched the beautiful orange disk slide lower to the purple and pink tinged horizon, fidgeting nervously. Her purchases were wrapped and stacked neatly at her feet. Was she daft to come back to a pirate ship which she hadn't chosen to board? Would Jack change his mind when he saw her and say, "Sorry lass, I've no use for a silly woman aboard me vessel."? Had he given her the money so she would buy passage elsewhere instead?
The crew began to appear on dock, hurrying and each carrying something for the ship's galley. They all appeared quite happy, and several gave her smiles, nods, or called quick greetings to her. Another knot of crew appeared, managing several barrels, several of which contained rum, she was sure.
"Oi, lass!" The Captain's pleasant rumble sounded. "Need help with those packages?" He carried nothing, and swaggered towards her with a carefree smile and a relaxed attitude. "Let's get aboard then. Tomorrow me ship's repairs will be complete and we will get under way again. Have fun today, did you, love?"
Well, it seemed he did welcome her on the Pearl after all. She took herself off to his cabin as soon as she could, to prepare herself. Sarah paced before the door until she heard him outside, and she went out to see how her new look would impress him. Her eyes were carefully outlined in kohl, rouge darkened her cheeks, and red brought out her full pouty lips. She had tugged her gown down as far as possible in front, revealing more of her firm breasts. Jack took one long look at her, sweeping his brown eyes up and down her body. He scowled.
"That look does not become you at all, darling. Go wash your face." And he turned away. Sarah was too blinded by humiliation to notice the pause he took, and the deep shuddering breath he drew. She missed his dark look and muttered, "God, help me!" and missed the discreet hand to his breeches to adjust himself.
Jack could not stay away however, not after that. He was a brave man, and had faced far worse terrors than a woman painting herself as a whore to get his attention. And get his attention was exactly what she was trying to do. What he feared revealing to her was how well she'd succeeded. Jack opened his cabin door and strode in, eyes finding her immediately.
She was sitting quietly in a chair, head down and hair tumbling all around her face and shoulders. Her face was well scrubbed but her eyes were puffy and red. She looked up at him. "Am I so ugly that not even paint can make me pretty to you?"
He was utterly taken aback. "Is that what you think?"
She stood and moved very close to him. "I saw you with that woman today. That's the kind of woman you like."
Her lower lip was pooching out even more than usual, though she was trying hard to keep it in, and her lovely green eyes were accusing. That lip riveted him. He wanted to nibble it and crush that pouting jealous anger to powder. "And you thought to make yourself look that way, so I would find you attractive?" He did not wait for an answer.
"Sarah lovely, do you have any idea of the torment you put me through?" She looked shocked. "Night after night I watch you sleep, in my bed, and stand over you, eyes roving over the face of an angel." His finger slid from her cheekbone to her chin, making her jump. "Night after night I fight to control myself. Sometimes I touch your silky hair." He caught up one of the slim braids throughout her hair and brought it to his nose, eyes closing as he inhaled it's rich scent.
"Did you ever think that perhaps I sought such a woman's company, a saucy wench, to purge my desire for you? What would a woman like you want with a pirate lover?" Jack dropped his eyes like a shy boy and mumbled, almost too quietly for her to hear, "You deserve better'n what I can give you."
Many things rearranged themselves in Sarah's mind and heart in a matter of seconds. She sidled even closer to him, looking searchingly into those beautiful eyes, and was struck by two things. First, his nervousness of what she would decid, be it rejection or acceptance of him. Secondly, the desire in his eyes. It was just like her dream, his eyes soft and open and melting. Desire to complete the dream raged strong in her. She would not deny it anymore.
Finally admitting that she wanted to do so, she touched his long dreadlocked hair, feeling it's texture and intimately weaving her fingers through it until she reached his head. With a hand on either side of his face, she stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs. Stretching up on her tiptoes, Sarah pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his.
Instantly they were catapulted back into the moment of the last kiss, as if the storm had never interrupted them. His mouth was hot, and fierce, and demanding. She tightened her fingers in his hair and heard a distinct groan rumble from his throat.
When they broke to breathe, she noted that Jack had already stripped off his belt and pouch and was currently struggling with his vest. Eagerly her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, feverishly working to expose his body to her. Once he tore off his vest Jack held still, but his body thrummed with heat and powerful longing. Once the shirt hung open, his scars were revealed to her. She sucked in a breath, caressing the bullet holes and knife marks. With her fingertips she followed the path of a long puckered one on his belly, pondering it's meaning, the horrible pain it must have caused, the miracle of him standing before her now. His breath came more and more raggedly. "Oh Jack...thank God you survived!"
Sarah began kissing his neck. Mmm, he definitely liked that, judging by the way he tilted his head back and shivered. His chest was next, and kissing him here made him tremble and flex his fingers. She brushed her lips over his nipples, and he sighed, tossing his head from side to side. She swiped them with her tongue and he moaned throatily. His hands came up to her hips and began pulling her skirts up, bunching the fabric in his fists. "You need to think long and hard about what you're doing, love. I'll take you to bed, oh god yes I'm willing. But you'll be marked a pirate's woman after that. And I might not be inclined to let you go...once I've had you."
Sarah swallowed hard. "I'm not a highborn lady Jack. Nor a trollop. Just a woman, a woman who wants to make her life her own. And live the way SHE chooses, to embrace the passions and joys this life has to offer."
Jack tilted his head quizzically. "There's more to life than pleasure Sarah, much as I can't believe the words are coming out of me mouth."
Her lips quirked. She spoke to the past, to her loving parents and her staid, overprotective aunt and uncle. "Then let me live life to the fullest, and be scarred like you. Let me choose my fate for myself. With both hands so I will!"
The pirate captain's eyes glazed with raw desire. Quickly his fingers found her naked thighs and stroked erotic designs over them. Sarah hastily pulled his shirt completely off, and devoted herself to kissing each of his scars, in a few cases actually tracing the outline with her tongue. When she was finished, Jack was clenching his teeth and breathing heavily. "How long will you make me stand here like this, Sarah?"
His trousers were very obviously tented. Sarah smiled impishly and cupped the bulge in her palm, pressing in and gently moving her hand up and down. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he impatiently put his arms around her and pulled her roughly to the bed. She was able to stop him only long enough to take her dress off, then he pushed her down in just her chemise and crouched over her on all fours.
He kissed her face very lovingly to begin, tracing a circle from her forehead, around her cheeks, and to her chin. Then he went to her neck with heated kisses that seared her skin. He kissed her neck with those soft lips and firm tongue, nipped at her collarbones, and grazed the tops of her breasts until gooseflesh broke out all over her body.
Jack growled and pulled at the chemise until it began to tear. She was hard pressed to lift herself up enough and get it off fast enough to placate him. As soon as it was tossed aside, he went after her breasts like a starving man. Sarah lay in a haze of pleasure. Jack's mustache and the braids of his beard brushed and tickled her skin everywhere he kissed her, and he did kiss her everywhere. One nipple was treated to a luxurious tongue bath while his fingers flicked over it's twin leisurely. Then he switched places and did it to the other before moving down to caress her legs with his sensuous mouth.
Jack held one ankle in his grasp and kissed her calf, brought his tongue to play over the back of her knee, switched suddenly to tease her thigh on the other leg. Then he moved up to nibble at her fingers, kiss inside her wrists and elbows, once again change tactics to suckle her tender navel. His approach to foreplay seemed random and haphazard, but everything he did was with purpose and very thorough.
She was whimpering. Her skin was tender and hot. Her breath came short. The liquid heat between her legs begged for relief. Jack stood up and pulled his breeches off rapidly, revealing another part of his body that she fervently hoped she'd get to explore with her mouth before too much longer. His face was drawn and tense, his body sheened lightly with sweat. His eyes flicked over her body lounging on his bed. "Sarah....Sarah love, you're so beautiful!"
She looked at his long length standing straight out from bushy dark hair. It seemed to swell more just from her curious look. Propping herself up on one elbow, she reached out and wrapped her hand firmly around his erection. Jack moaned, and Sarah felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the cabin. She trembled in time with Jack's body, then he stretched himself out beside her. "Please don't stop Sarah. Don't you dare stop."
"No Jack," she answered huskily. "I won't, count on that." Sarah rose onto her knees next to him and indulged her desire to kiss him everywhere. The scar on his stomach got more treatment from her tongue, and she felt his muscles there tighten and release rhythmically. She nipped and grazed her teeth over his slim hips, and swirled her tongue over the tops of his thighs.
Her lovely captain was making continuous breathless grunts now, and his manhood strained towards her mouth of it's own lusty will. Sarah wanted him badly, but was nervous that she couldn't please him well enough. She needed more courage, and to tease him a bit more. So she swirled her tongue in the creases where his legs joined his body. Jack groaned, and spoke in a voice little more than a growl. "You're teasing a pirate, luv, and that's not something you want to do for too long."
Sarah chuckled breathily as she took a firm grip on his throbbing manhood and stroked his balls with her tongue. Jack's loud gasp caused a bolt of intense desire, and her slickened folds contracted in longing. She licked her way up the underside of his shaft while Jack writhed. "Ohhh..you're so...good at that!"
The power she held over this lusty, charming, eccentric pirate was intoxicating. Sarah kept her eyes upon to his face to watch it contort as she slipped her lips over his head. His every expression of enjoyment fanned her own desire into crashing waves of heat. He was clutching the sheets now, arching his hips up. Cords stood out on his neck as he strained to hold still.
She pushed her mouth down deeper over him, until he was about halfway embedded between her lips. Jack uttered a choked cry. Sarah moaned and kept pushing her mouth down, carefully easing him as deep as she could manage. She had to get used to the size and thickness of him, it had been long since she'd been with a man.
"Ahhhhh" Jack muttered. His chest was heaving. He had raised his head to watch her face as she tasted him. "Sarah...so wonderful..mmm!" his voice trailed off in a moan.
Sarah closed her eyes and focused on him. With one hand gripping the base of him strongly and pumping with slight jerking motions, she slid her mouth back and forth over him, steady and a bit rapidly. Jack closed his eyes also, need building steadily in him until grunts and cries of pleasure were torn from his throat. Somehow she managed to take him deeper with every stroke until her lips bumped against the fingers still gripping his root. Jack grimaced, he could not open his eyes. He felt as if he were drowning, but it was so much better than that.
He wound his fingers through her hair, not intending to push her head but wanting to have even more contact with her. He'd desired this woman since he saw her running past him on that island, he knew that now. It was her outward beauty surely, but so much more. Since he'd had her aboard, she'd seen him with clear eyes, knowing his honesty and integrity, and accepting of his faults. She knew him, he felt instinctively, and she had the same seeds of hunger and longing to live free forever that he had.
He craved her even more, and so he tugged her hair gently with his fingers until she released his throbbing cock with a slight popping sound of breaking suction. "Sarah love, it's my turn now."
And flipped her onto her back and slid down until his chest was between her legs, grinning absolutely wolfishly into her eyes.
Chapter 4 - Joining
Jack inched his way farther down her lovely small body, feeling her skin slide along his. His elegant fingers caressed her bottom as he draped her legs over his shoulders and gave a tender kiss to the top of her moist curls. He breathed in deeply of her aroused scent. "Ahhhhh"
Sarah moaned and tossed her head back momentarily. He gazed up at her, loving the flush to her skin, the haze in her green eyes, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the tight nipples on her pert breasts. He wanted her pleasure as much as his own, in fact his would be gained by giving her ecstasy. Jack had denied himself so long, as had Sarah apparently, that this joining was going to be doubly explosive.
"Hold still now, love. If you can," Jack lowered his head and began to tease between her lips with the tip of his tongue. He tasted her everywhere, the wet swollen folds, the rigid button at the top, her damp opening. She cried out, moaned his name, and undulated her hips until Jack thought he would go mad. And still he relentlessly traced her with just his tongue tip, flicking it rapidly over her.
She reached for him, trying to touch his face and force him to the pressure she wanted. He grinned against her and took her hands, lacing his fingers with his and holding her captive. Now she could barely wiggle. And Jack was free to do what he wanted. Now he did stop teasing, and pushed the broad flat of his tongue between her lips, licking hard and steadily.
Sarah whimpered, writhed the little bit she was able, and pulled her hands against his grip desperately. To what purpose she did not even know, but what he was doing to her was not something she was able to just lie still and take. Moans crested steadily from her mouth as Jack licked and kissed her. The bristles of his facial hair stimulated her in sensitive places she didn't even know she had.
She was making so much noise in fact, that he stopped and looked up at her, a bit amused. "A I hurting you, luv?"
"N..no! It's just...so amazing!" Sarah pumped her hips, desperately wanting his fantastic mouth again.
"Didn't your young man do this to you?" Jack breathed hotly on her clit, blew a cool stream of air over her labia, delighting in her gasp.
"Yes...but it wasn't...he didn't do it like that!"
Jack kissed her swollen glistening pussy open mouthed and deep tongued. Stopped to ask innocently, "Like what darling?" Returned to his delightful work.
Sarah was almost beyond words. "He didn't....you put your tongue inside...oh GOD! Ohhh..ohh your mustache.....Jack!"
Jack struggled along with Sarah. She tasted so good, and she made such lovely sounds. He began to moan with her, into her, and this shattered the bubble of pleasure he had made and she was in bliss. She wailed, and went rigid beneath him, and he tasted a different wetness from her. His breath came hard and fast from his nostrils. Sarah shook slightly, feeling the intense bliss waves pound over her.
Just as she began to come down, Jack slipped a finger inside her, testing her and stretching her for his entry, at the same time moving up her body to get close to her face. Her folds convulsed around him. "Oh, Jack!" she cried on a sob. He cried out, withdrew his finger, and positioned himself between her spread thighs.
"I'm sorry darling, I can't wait any longer!" He took himself in hand and pressed the tip into her inviting heat. Her body took him and clenched round him, pulling him deeper in. He pressed in steadily, doing his best to go slowly, but he was so hot and eager.
Sarah wrapped arms and legs around him, urging him. Little coos of encouragement and pleasure spurred him on. His face was a rictus of apparent agony, eyes unfocused. He pushed all the way inside her and stayed for a moment, body taut and trembling.
An impatient wiggle of her hips, and he arched his hips, pulling back until he nearly popped out, then drove slowly and steadily back inside. "More Jack! Please!" Sarah begged wildly, clawing his back.
"Ahhh!" he cried, and unleashed his passion. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, that's why he went slowly at first. She was so small, but she was so wild, so demanding. Her pleading nails on his back drove all thought from Jack's mind. He buried his face in the dark hair that spread out beneath her on the pillow, moving his hips hard and fast. Their bodies slapped together and soft grunts filled the air.
"Jack. Jack!" Sarah's voice was extremely sultry now. "Mmmmmm take me harder Jack!" Her sentence ended on a high pitched cry. Her hands moved from his back to his chest, to his biceps, greedily stroking his skin as he held himself up and pumped himself in and out of her. Her cries were increasing in pitch and frequency, as were his own.
The slick fist anchoring his cock to her luscious small body squeezed and contracted repeatedly around him. She grew warmer, then suddenly very hot. Jack's eyes kept squinting shut, but he forced them open to witness her orgasm. Sarah's eyes squeezed shut, her whole face knotted. The cries became unintelligible shrieks sounding almost like his name and that of the Almighty. Her knees came up and gripped his thighs tightly.
He kept moving, mouth open on sounds of pleasure at her sensual release. The little beauty's chest heaved as she caught her breath, she raised her head and nipped at his lips. Once more winding her fingers into his hair, she gripped his head hard and stared burningly into his eyes. "Come for me Jack. Come inside me and make me all yours." She barely whispered the words against his mouth.
Jack tossed his head back, teeth clenched with unbearable ecstasy. He slid his hands down beneath her to grip her tiny soft bottom, lifting her off the bed, holding her still for his frantic thrusts. He jerked himself in and out as fast and as hard as he could. Only a few more strokes pushed him over the edge and he held himself still above her, body shuddering and voice gasping out loud exhalations as he emptied spasm after spasm within her.
He managed to collapse next to her as opposed to on top of her. He was so hot, his chest heaving as he regained his breath. Sarah was in a similar bedraggled state. At this point, most women wanted to drape themselves over him when all he wanted was to breathe, and cool off. Jack felt a foolish desire to pull her into his arms, hear stories about her childhood and tell her his own.
Struggling with intense emotion, he rolled over, turning his back on her. What was wrong with him? It would be far better if he put Sarah ashore. Let her find some honourable man who would delight in her charms and never hurt her. Far away from his ship, far away from him. He would never hear her voice again.
Misery filled him. Swiftly he rolled back to face her, assuring himself of her very real and close presence beside him. Sarah was almost asleep already. At his movement she glanced at him. Her hand crept across the bed to entwine with his fingers. Jack smiled a deeply contented smile as his eyes drifted shut. Sarah watched him for awhile before sleep claimed her as well.
Chapters 5 and 6
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Date: 2008-09-13 02:59 am (UTC)I LOVE him saying this, and it's a great moment, when all the sexual tension is at its peak. *fans self*
It's so awesome to reminisce about their first time -- do you think they even remember? (I've an idea about this, remind me!) He is so smitten, right from the start and I had totally forgotten that he offers her the opportunity to go free. Love them, as you know. Looking forward to next update.
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Date: 2008-09-13 11:49 pm (UTC)I dunno if they recall exactly their first time. They certainly remember the frantic lust and passion of that time! Looking forward to your idea, and to catching up with you!
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Date: 2008-10-14 01:02 am (UTC)I'm in for the duration now -- to see where you take me ;)
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Date: 2008-10-14 01:12 am (UTC)