Life After Loss POTC fic chapters 5, 6/14

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 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 5 - Negotiating Terms

Jack Sparrow awoke to a femininely fragrant, softly snuggly armful of small naked woman. Contemplating his situation, he felt that it might be the finest way for any man to wake up, ever. She stirred, moaned softly, and stretched. Jack kept his arms around her and thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her movements against his skin. Then her lovely eyes blinked open sleepily.

"Good morning, luv," he said softly and kissed her lips, gently, questioningly. He was more than ready for another round of loving with her, but some women weren't accepting of that. She returned the kiss warmly enough, and one hand tightened on the back of his head. Blood surged to his cock.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked huskily. His hands roamed over her soft curves. She stilled his touch with a wince and a smile.

"I'm sore Jack. You made me feel so good, so delicious, but I am a bit sore." Her hands caressed his forearms and up to his shoulders. "Oh my, Jack, you are so tempting!"

He tried to control himself, honestly he did. But he was just a man after all. One hand slid from her side, to her hips, and gently pried between her thighs. The slight stroke made her wince, again. "Oooh! It feels good, but it'll just hurt me more Jack. Give me a bit of time."

Reluctantly he accepted that he would not be having sex at that moment. But he could not help, he absolutely was unable to stop himself, from pressing his hardness against her thigh as he let her slide away from him on the bed. Startled, she glanced back and down. Her eyes widened.

"I can, however, do something for YOU!"

It took only moments for Jack to be reduced to helpless whimpering, hands fisted in the sheets as Sarah's head bobbed leisurely below his waist. How could she do that, he wondered vaguely. How could she take him so deeply with such a pretty little mouth? He knew vividly what it looked like, the image danced behind his closed eyelids. Her full lips stretched around his rigid flesh, a dreamy look on her features.

Suddenly she jerked her mouth back to the sensitive head, one hand curling around the rest of him and moving swiftly up and down. Her mouth was so tight, stars swam in his vision. A guttural cry escaped him. Her fist pumped faster and tighter. No man can withstand such treatment, and he gave in to her willingly, gave in to the demand her tugging lips made.

She sat quietly on the bed while he slowly recovered. At last he opened his eyes and raised up on his elbows. "You're quite a bit more woman than you look Sarah luv. Not that I'm complaining, mind. I'm just curious about the source of your delightful carnal knowledge."

Sarah grinned at him. "Would it not satisfy your curiosity, to know that I simply want to please you?"

"Aye lass, tis plain that my pleasure increases yours. The reverse is true for me. But I've been with many a comely and saucy wench, and I've learned the ways of a woman's body. Are you saying that your David was such an able teacher?"

Her eyes softened at the mention of her first love and a dreamy smile played round the corners of her mouth. "Yes. We loved to play games with sex, liked to invent different ways of giving enjoyment to each other. At least, we thought we were inventive, but truly we were just discovering what countless couples before us had already."

They began to dress, and Jack moved the pillow on his desk back to the bed with a single raised eyebrow. Sarah blushed at the implications. Jack hadn't actually slept on the desk since that first night, he'd rigged a hammock in the corner. Yet still, he wouldn't have to do that anymore, now that they had shared the bed they would likely do so again. And he wanted to make sure she knew it.

All that day, Sarah was dreamy. Mr. Gibbs had to snap his fingers in her face once or twice to bring her attention back to the sailing lessons he was giving her. The second time it happened he looked in exasperation in the direction she was staring, and saw his Captain across the deck, lounging on the rail and giving the young lady a very sultry look indeed. "So that's the way of it," he muttered.

Sarah wrenched her away from the enticing pirate and looked Joshamee in the eye without blushing. "Indeed Mr. Gibbs, it is the way of it. And I've no regrets for the life I left behind. There was no hope for me back on that island."

"Begging your pardon, Miss Sarah, but Jack's a pirate. We're a notorious lot, my dear." There was great affection in the way he spoke to the young woman. "There's not much promise in it for a beautiful lass like yerself. Or, begging your pardon once again, do you plan to raise children on a ship? Fathered by a man who might any day fall behind, or worse, be caught and have his neck stretched?"

Sarah pursed her lips in thought. "Think about your future, that's all I'm saying Sarah." Mr. Gibbs said kindly. "Now, back to your lessons. And...I hope I haven't said too much." He glanced again at Jack, who had moved to another part of the ship but was unabashedly staring at Sarah. "I can see that he's taken with you."

She pursed her lips and focused her mind on what Gibbs was showing her. But her mind remained active, dwelling on the phrase "think about your future." Later, she approached Jack as he gazed through his spyglass. Amazingly, as soon as he became aware of her he was completely unable to focus on what he was seeing. He tried in vain to maintain the illusion of studying the horizon, while flicking his eyes to the side to see her waiting patiently for him.

He slid his spyglass shut and turned to her. "I want something Jack."

He grinned in delight and advanced towards her. "I'm quite happy to accommodate you." A firm hand to his chest stopped him and Sarah grinned unabashedly up at him. "I mean, I want my engagement ring back."

Jack was flummoxed. He stared at her with angry, hurt eyes, face getting darker and darker until he was scowling heavily. Only one night, and already she's leaving you, he thought in despair. Sarah looked at him in astonishment. He pushed past her. "Very well. We'll make sail to put you back on your beloved island."

"No Jack! I think you misunderstand me!" She hurried after him, grabbing his hand as he drew breath to shout orders to his crew. "I said I wanted the ring, not the man who goes with it!"

"Oh." Jack said, feeling a tad foolish. She held his hand tightly and glanced at the sun which rode low in the sky. Not sunset yet, but near enough for her. "Now I want something else."

She dragged him towards his cabin and Jack just had time to give quick orders before she slammed open the door to the captain's quarters. It was barely shut behind them before they met in a frantic, soul searing kiss. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"I want you to touch me like you did last night."

"Undress, NOW!"

They stepped back to peel their clothes off, watching each other greedily as skin and desire were bared. Once naked they fairly leaped into the bed. The previous night, Jack had taken the lead, now Sarah surprised him by her control. She pushed him onto his back when he would have reached for her and kissed her. Straddling his stomach, she traced patterns over his chest with her fingertips and purred, "You can repay the favor I did you this morning."

"Love to darling," Jack slipped his hands under her thighs and pulled her higher, grinning and licking his lips. Glimpsing the sweetness coming towards him, he groaned and yanked her quickly towards his face. Sarah helped by settling her knees on either side of his face. Jack dived his head upwards and thrust a tongue eagerly into her soft wetness.

He had the best view available to a man. Just under his nose, Sarah's womanhood spread out and reminded him of a fresh juicy peach. Above that, the lines of her flat stomach and full breasts. He reached up and fondled those breasts, lightly pinching the nipples and weighing the round globes in his palms. "Lovely," he murmured into her, and she groaned.

Jack's tongue lapped and stroked at her until Sarah felt as if his mouth were a flame lighting up her whole body. She struggled to draw breath, tiny yelps and cries flying from her parted lips. His hands were firm on her thighs. A good thing, for she strained and moved over his face in helpless response. Slow constant strokes of that wonderful tongue went on and on. She was amazed at his patience and steady determination to drive her out of her very skin.

At last he gave her relief. He moved his hot mouth up to the incredibly sensitized bit of flesh standing out and throbbing. He closed his lips over it and suckled, a long finger sliding up into her and gently wiggling. Sarah went rigid, then spasmed hard as she yowled with pleasure and Jack felt such pride in giving her that intensity he could hardly bear it.

He pushed her down his body towards his raging hard-on while her eyes were still closed and her muscles limp from orgasm. He began to roll her onto her back when she went stiff, resisting him. "Wha?" he managed to get out before she pressed her hands to his chest and rubbed her warm center all over his hardness. Still astride him, she reached between them and took hold of him, squeezing firmly and pressing him against her waiting lips.

"Ahhhhhh!" groaned Jack loudly as he realized she meant to ride him. He was pushed several notches higher by the look of glee and lust and determination on her face as she drove her hips down onto him. Her lower lip caught between her teeth as she sank him to the hilt, looking for all the world like a little girl with too much candy and unsure how to proceed.

Jack began to speak, and move his hands to assist her, when Sarah put her hands on his shoulders again and began to rock back and forth. She moved her feet to set them flat on either side of his hips which gave her wonderful leverage. She rose up and down steadily, and her praises flowed from his lips in higher and higher pitched moans. Her breasts bounced, her hair fell to his chest and brushed over it, her soft sounds drove him higher and higher.

The clenching of her inner muscles drove him over the edge. He cried her name, grabbing her hips and pushing himself up into her hard, dimly heard her hollering his name as well, and the heat and the waves and the wetness and spurting all flowed together into warm pleasant runniness.

Jack was floating in warm lovely water, rocked by the tides and looking at the beautiful starry sky. He grew, changed into a starfish warmed by sun. No, now he was a primate, aware of his limbs and guts. A few moments and he evolved yet again, a man with female companionship near him. The female sighed contentedly and he was Jack, holding Sarah, and finally able to articulate after explosive sex. "How do you plan to get your ring back Sarah? Where it is, exactly?"

"It's in my room. I refused to wear it, and Robert hoped to persuade me. He thought I was merely being stubborn, and would soon enough be happy about our wedding." She snorted. "A most obtuse man, I must say."

"Ah. One of those, eh?"

"Yes. I hope to get into the house without a confrontation, yet at the same time I want my guardians to know what's happening to me, to know what and who I've chosen."

Jack smiled at that. "And might I inquire, if you refused to wear it for him, why do want it now?"

Sarah hesitated. She didn't want to tell him that she wanted the ring to give to Jack. He did not think in terms of marriage and relationship and such like. And after her failed first love and her failed engagement, she was inclined to think more like him. If they committed more deeply in the future, so be it. In the meantime, she was enjoying herself and learning new things and was content to love Jack this way.

"I just...want it. It could be worth a pretty penny."

Jack was trying, but he was really struggling to stay awake. He heard Sarah say, "You know, Robert's really got a lot of....money. And land, in places other than that island. And other valuable properties. And now that he isn't going to have a wife to support, well, maybe he won't need quite so much of it anymore. Whereas, WE could certainly use it!"

His eyes went wide. He whipped his head over to see her grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling mischievously. "You're talking piracy, luv."

"Well then...it's a good thing I'm aboard a pirate ship and sharing a bed with a pirate captain, yes?" And she rolled over onto her side as if to sleep.

Jack curled up against her back and slid his arm around her waist. He could feel her quivering with suppressed laughter. His last thought before sleep claimed him was that she must be his good luck charm.

Chapter Six - Piracy and Thievery

Captain Jack lowered the spyglass and glanced at Sarah standing next to him. The island where he'd met her was just barely visible on the horizon. She gazed toward it with a look he could only describe as pensive. "Are you sure about this love? I know your feelings about that place. You don't have to go back."

She stirred and looked at him. "I told you Jack. I choose my fate, I do what I want."

He muttered, "To do what you want because you want it."

She didn't catch it. "I have to say a proper goodbye to that place and that life. And...if I've been marked a pirate's woman...." she glanced shyly at him, cheeks reddening, "then I'd best act the part. Aye?"

Jack studied her as she turned back to stare at the land. Her hand lightly brushed her cutlass where it hung from her waist. Her face was grim again. "What did he do to you, love?"

Sarah remained quiet for several minutes. Just when Jack concluded that she would not answer him at all, she moved closer to him. "When our engagement was first announced, I refused him, told him I was in love with another man and would never be his wife. To teach me obedience," she swallowed hard and pressed herself into his side, "he locked me in his cellar for two days and fed me gruel with maggots in it. I managed to throw it in his face once, and he went away. Hours later he came back with two scorpions which he released in the cellar with me. I managed to kill them, but one stung me. It hurt so dreadfully.

"He did call a doctor for me when he learned what happened. But he told my aunt and uncle that I had decided to stay with him to celebrate the engagement. They never accepted what I told them about what he was really like, and insisted he was a fine man for making a lady out of me after what had happened with David."

Jack's hand curled protectively against her shoulder. He had not thought much about the fiance Sarah had left behind, particularly since she told him she hadn't wanted to marry him. Yet now he found extreme distaste for the man lying hot and heavy in his stomach. Jack Sparrow did not go in for ill treatment of people. Especially when the people was *his* woman!

They stood for awhile, watching the island grow larger. "How do we do this Sarah darling? Instruct your Captain in strategy."

Her chin lifted. "The house I lived in is on the other side, on a high hill overlooking the bay. We sail wide round, and go ashore in the longboat. There's a tree outside my bedroom window, I'm sure I can get in by climbing it. Then I'll lead you to Robert's home. It's grand and pretentious, can't miss it. We'll guard each other, and take what we want from him."

"And suppose the authorities notice our movements, eh? Suppose they take exception to the fact that a former citizen of theirs is in the company of a known pirate?"

She looked at him. "You're not known on this island. We're remote. Besides, you rescued me from Barbossa. There were other witnesses besides you to his capture of me. If anyone questions your presence with me, we can fall back on that."

He raised an eyebrow. "And suppose they are grateful to said rescuer for returning said captive to her beloved island home?"

That determined look fell over her face once again. "I leave with you, Jack. I will not let them keep me from who I want anymore!" She would say no more. He nodded, accepting her statement.

Before they stepped into the boat, Sarah tied her green bandanna round her head, in the same style as Jack wore his. She also tied a sash round the waist of her breeches to tuck a pistol in. Jack curled his lips at at how like him she looked. Sarah did not smile. He could not help his surge of pride at her attitude.

Everything went wonderfully. They walked quickly and without being noticed to the house on the hill. Jack stood under the tree and watched as she climbed it, leaned over to quietly slide the window open and shimmy within. Sarah took a few minutes to fill a pouch with the few coins she had, along with some personal and precious items, including her sparkling engagement ring. She tossed the pouch down to Jack and climbed out again. She deliberately left her window open, and they set off for Robert Downing's home.

The sun was setting as they hid in some bushes and held a whispered conference about how best to approach the house. He had only a manservant at this time, the maid and cook would have gone home by now. No, Robert was not aware of her skill with a sword, nor her marksmanship. In the end, Sarah walked boldly up to the front door and rang the bell. Jack crept close by, keeping to the shadows, and his ears alert.

The manservant opened the door. Sarah walked right in before he could even react. "I've finally come home, Joshua!" she greeted him. Sarah looked over the parlor as if she owned it while Joshua looked at her boy clothes and bandanna in shock.

"Indeed, I see that you have!" a voice spoke from behind her. Sarah whirled and there stood Robert in the doorway to the drawing room. "That will be all, Joshua." Robert and Sarah did not move until the manservant bowed and walked out. "I've been worried sick and sending countless search parties out for you! Thank God you're safe, Sarah!"

Sarah drew her pistol and leveled it at his chest. "I'm not safe, not in the slightest. I'm a dangerous woman."

Shock crossed the smooth features of the blonde haired gentleman. She went on, "Now you'll listen to me. Now you'll know that I'll never be yours, and you're going to pay for hurting me."

"Your gold, mate. It's what we're after." A soft steely voice spoke behind her. Robert looked absolutely furious. His face began turning red and his lips worked. Sarah glanced behind her to see Jack standing a few paces away with his saber drawn, gold teeth glinting in a smile, looking extremely like a wicked pirate. "Find a sack," he directed his woman.

Sarah found one quickly, and gave it to the pirate. She found extreme pleasure in drawing her own blade against Robert, and directing him to his office where Jack looted his possessions.

"I want the deed and title to your other land on the mainland, the one where you told me we'd built our dream home," she spoke commandingly to her ex fiance. He seethed impotently and refused to move, but when Jack came up on his other side, he broke down and obeyed.

A huge grin lit up the woman's face as they prepared to leave. "It gives me great pleasure to say goodbye forever to you, Mr. Downing."

Rage swept across the features that he'd mostly managed to keep impassive. "Do not think I will let this go lightly, miss! YOU'LL be the one to pay! A dozen times over for what you've done!" he screamed. "Joshua! Call out the guard! Joshua! NOW!"

"Run!" Jack spoke urgently to Sarah, who needed no urging. They flung open the door into the garden and flew towards freedom. Just as they reached the low brick wall and leaped over it, Jack jerked and choked back a yell. At the same time, the sound of a gunshot rang out. He fell in a heap on the other side of the wall.

"Blast!" Sarah cried. She twisted round as she landed, so that she landed on her rump. Robert was running across the garden, pistol extended. Sarah took careful aim and fired, shooting the gun right out of his hand. Robert howled, grabbed his hand, and fell to his knees. Sarah scrambled over to Jack, who was just getting up.

"I'm all right love. He didn't hit anything vital." He was bleeding heavily from his left calf. Jack tore a strip from his sash and tied it round his leg quickly so he wouldn't leave a trail of blood."Let's go...bugger's called the guards and they'll be on us very soon."

He limped as fast he could and Sarah scouted ahead for doorways, alleys, and nooks for him to duck into. Fortunately, they had pulled the longboat to the least populated side of the island and Robert's dwelling wasn't far from where Sarah had lived. Beyond the large hill it was a straight shot to the longboat.

There was a bad moment at the edge of a thick strip of trees just before the beach. A uniformed officer shouted out. Jack dropped instantly to the ground so he was out of sight behind a tree. Sarah froze. By a stroke of extremely good luck, she had already put her pistol into her sash, and was facing the officer, so that her hair was all behind her and hopefully not visible.

"You! Boy! There's a wench and a scallywag that robbed a prominent citizen this evening! They're on the loose! Have you seen any sign?" Sarah shook her head, which must have clued the officer that something wasn't quite right about this voluptuous "boy." He began to walk closer to Sarah. Jack muttered "bugger" clearly enough for her to hear him.

Attempting to make her voice deeper, Sarah called back, "I haven't. Perhaps they're making for the docks?" The officer hesitated, looked one more time at her, then nodded curtly. Sarah heard the noise of several more running past somewhere behind the one staring at her, and began to panic. "All right then. Best get on home then, lad." He jogged off and Sarah began to breathe again.

Jack tried to deny his pain, but she had to help him into the longboat, and row as well. This was the most dangerous part, because they could easily be spotted, and fired upon. There were two cannons on a high wall on that side of the island, and the Black Pearl was not exactly unobtrusive. But they made it back to the ship, primarily because of Sarah's suggestion that the docks be searched. Most of the soldiers were there.

"Help him! Help Jack!" Sarah cried wildly as she was helped back aboard. Willing hands did exactly that, hauling in a laughing Captain Sparrow.

"You should have seen her Mr. Gibbs! Shot a gun right out of a man's hand she did. Turned the stupid sheep's face sack of slime of a guard away with a mere suggestion! I tell you lass," he waved a finger at her as Joshamee attempted to get his boot off to get to the bullet wound, "it's right good for us that you're on our side! 'A wench and a scallywag' indeed! He must not have told them the wench was dressed like a boy, aye?"

He fished out the pouch with the loot in it just as whiskey was poured liberally over his leg. Jack hissed, and flagged. Mr. Cotton took the bag from him and held it aloft. The crew broke into cheers. "Go on lass," Mr. Gibbs told her. "I'll see to his leg. Once I get the bullet out he'll be right as rain. Nowhere near the bone, it's buried in the fat of his leg, is all."

Sarah went to the rail, sagging in relief at the news that Jack would be all right. She had no experience in nursing or how to care for injuries. The men came up to her, slapping her on the back and congratulating her boisterously for a raid gone well. She was a part of the crew now, a part of them. A pirate.

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