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DREAM WEAVER Author: Lady Anaranë Disclaimer: I do not own “Pirates of the Caribbean” or the character Jack Sparrow. Summary: You tried to stay away. You did your best not to speak with him, not to make eye contact. You even tried avoiding him completely, but alas, your avoidance was a disaster and failed horribly, for he crept dangerously into your dreams. A one-shot. * * * * * You tried to stay away. You did your best not to speak with him, not to make eye contact. You even tried avoiding him completely, but alas, your avoidance was a disaster, and failed horribly. You don’t flaunt over men and blush at sweet words or allow any specimen, as handsome and dashing as they may be, to -woo- you, as some may call it. You call the shots. Or at least you did; now you’re not sure what has come over you. He crept into your dreams. You dreamt of warm, calloused hands and that sideward smirk that causes your stomach to feel hollow and full simultaneously. You dreamt of strong arms and warm, sunny days and dark nights with your legs tangled beneath the sheets with his own. You were so troubled by the pictures behind your eyes that you eventually couldn’t sleep. And that drove you even more into your destruction. Finally not willing to let this craving and infatuation devour your insides by storm, you padded from your cabin and crept up the stairs of the Black Pearl. You knew he would be in his quarters, and you were not going to be satisfied until he was dreaming and thinking of you as much as you did him, the temptress that you are. Captain Jack Sparrow was asleep in perfection, his dark soulful eyes -coal smudged lazily over the lids- closed in his rest. The door clicked shut quietly behind you, and you slid atop the covers to him. Your fingertips fluttered over his cheek with the barest of angel’s wings, afraid to apply any pressure to the affectionate caress. But to your surprise, the pirate’s hand came up to cover yours, and when your eyes trailed back up his exterior to meet his own, they were dark with unsated curiosity and the most secret of adoration. Then, he leaned up and kissed you, swiftly but slowly, tasting everything you were made of. Needless to say, he couldn’t wait to learn more. Without a word, Jack Sparrow slid his hands up your sides, over delicate curves and delicious skin. He was mystified by your taste, fresh and sweet, unlike anything he’s ever had, and pulled you to him roughly, demanding more. You were panting when he broke the kiss, and as he leaned down to slide his lips down your neck and bite at your collar, you felt a shiver run violently down your spine. The feel and sound of your breath in his ear was making your clothed position above him even harder to handle. Your legs moved to either side of his hips on their own accord, the smooth skin brushing his stomach, his waist. He ran his hands over those legs, feeling the warm flesh beneath his rough palms, beneath the pads of his long fingertips. He leaned up to lick your lips, his digits then moving dangerously close to your breasts. Finally, he removed the light shift you were wearing, ripping the article in two and tossing it nonchalantly to the floorboards. Then you were below him, his eyes wandering over your flesh and breathing in everything he had imagined you’d be, and more. He’d dreamt of you as well, warm and golden, your body pressed beneath him just as you were now. It took him a moment to realize that this was real, not just a play of the mind. “So beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was rough and dark, so husky that it sent feverish shivers down your spine. You tore at Jack’s breeches, finally breaking the confines between your lower half and his, and when bronzed flesh met bronzed flesh, something within you completely snapped. You needed him, you realized. You wanted him. And for once since the moment the two of you met, you didn’t care if he knew it. As a matter of fact, you wanted him to know it. You wanted him to feel it. And most importantly, you wanted him to feel the same about you. Your eyes snapped open as you felt one of those rough, calloused hands sliding up the inside of your thigh, pushing your legs far apart as the two of you were about to reach the point of no return. His russet eyes burned into yours as his fingers inched closer to where you needed him most, your breath labored and your body almost shaking in anticipation. “Please...” you begged him softly. “Please.” When he touched you inside, you felt your muscles tighten around him instantly, a wave of white hot pleasure creeping up your body. You whimpered, whispering his name, and he watched you in absolute awe, his eyes the blackest you’ve ever seen them. You were mesmerized by the look on his face as he closed his lids at the feel of slick velvet beneath his fingertips, shivering as he could almost taste every wave of bliss rippling over your body. Just as you began thinking you couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture, the pressure of Jack’s fingers were gone as he pulled away from you, his mouth once again tasting yours. He pushed apart your thighs even more so with his knee, sliding one hand down to grip the flesh with a bruising force. You could feel him, hard and wanting against you, and you moved your hips slowly against his once to feel more of him, only to receive a pleased growl from the man above you. And then Jack was completely inside you with one roll of his hips, your back arching in searing bliss and the burning sensation in your stomach almost too much to take. A low moan sounded from your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut, the pirate instantly manipulating his hips once again, most demanding and rough. And you were loving every scalding, breathtaking moment of it. As he moved above you, all you were aware of was him, and his scent, and the way he felt inside you. All you heard was the air that escaped his lips as he moaned or growled into your ear, and the cries that sounded from your own every time your hips met his. You opened your eyes, needing to see him, needing to see more than black; what you found was a beautiful man leaning over you, one hand entangled in your hair and the other gripping your hip. His eyes were closed tightly in concentration, his lips slightly parted. He opened those dark irises a moment later to find you gazing at him with those shining eyes, the expression on your face of true ecstasy. Unwilling to resist your taste any longer, he leaned down to murmur your name shamelessly against your mouth before stealing a long awaited kiss, gently pulling on your bottom lip. You were so different, so new, so tantalizing, and he could feel himself quickly becoming addicted, just as he saw he would from the start. Then suddenly you had him below you, a small hand gripping his shoulder while the other was at the back of his neck, nails digging and scratching most pleasantly at his skin. Jack moaned viciously beneath you, his own hands instantly moving to your hips, trying his best to keep control of the situation. Not willing to let him do so, you squeezed your legs around him tighter and took part in a faster rhythm, causing his body to arch and his smooth torso to meet yours. Your lips parted to release a loud moan as the pirate’s hands jerked you to him harder, allowing him to sink deeper inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut once again as the bliss washed over you, you shamelessly called out his name, your body shuddering above him. The gasps and alto rumbles from your throat filled Jack’s ears, driving him absolutely mad. Why hadn’t the two of you shoved aside your pride and stubbornness and done this earlier? But despite his annoyance at himself for taking so long to take you, he couldn’t help but remind himself that you were well worth the wait. Jack allowed his hands to travel along your thighs and backside as you moved above him, a throaty sound of a proud predator catching the prey leaving his lips. You were enthralled by how you were effecting him, such a strong and dominant man. With this thought you moved your hands to rake fingernails down his chest, causing a delicious shiver to claw down his spine. Without any notice the pirate once again flipped you beneath him, his teeth at your collar and his tongue soothing the flesh. His hips were so persistent against yours, the force almost painful as the both of you were completely consumed by your lust, Jack’s actions almost animal-like. It was not long before he had you gasping and writhing violently beneath him with every movement, every thrust, every caress. You couldn’t even tell where he ended and you began. “Jack,” you murmured without shame, digging your fingernails down his shoulders as you felt yourself brought to the highest point your body could process, your whimpering filling the thick air around you. He groaned against your neck in response and leaned up to catch your sparkling eyes with his own, watching as you shivered and arched against him. Understanding your plight, Jack bent his neck to pull you into a most blissful kiss just as you fell over the edge, your body tensing and arching clear off the mattress of his bed. And with the sensation and knowing of what more he could do to you, and how easily he could do it, Jack joined you as your body convulsed beneath him, your legs and hands gripping him for dear life. When you opened your eyes the pirate’s face was buried in your neck, breathing harshly as he tried to catch his breath. You weren’t much better as you were feeling absolutely lifeless and lively all at once, and your body, the muscles and limbs still reeling from your release, feeling absolutely boneless. The two of you laid there for a very long time, basking in each other and the moment. Then, so unexpected, Jack began to chuckle. “I thought you loathed me, love...” You frowned, raising your dark eyes to his. “I do loathe you.” “Ah,” the pirate captain said, gently brushing a damp lock of hair away from your sparkling eyes. “But that didn’t stop you from crawling into my bed now, did it?” You hastily shoved him away from you, sliding out of the ivory sheets from beside him. “This was a one time thing. Don’t expect it to happen again,” you bit out, ignoring his amusement as you searched for your clothing upon the floorboards. Finding your shift in two pieces, you then grabbed Jack’s dislodged shirt and threw it on over your head. “You’ll be back,” he told you. “And you’ll be begging for me to do it all over again. Take me word for it, darling.” And needless to say, Captain Jack Sparrow was absolutely correct. THE END |