FATE

Author: Becca
Rating: R
Pairing: You/Jack
Categories: Romance

Disclaimer: I have indeed captured all rights t’ Pirates of the Caribbean but I do fear that after today the commodore may come after me and restore them back to their rightful owners; Disney, therefore do not hold me t’ that statement, it never is wise t’ take a pirates word anyway, please don’t say I have t’ go into the speech about honesty and dishonesty, I thought my dear friend and fiancé Jack had done that well enough.

Summary: To summarise the little tale before I get started, ye are a young lass of 24, the governor of Port Regina’s daughter, and ye daydream of the day when a certain pirate captain will come and whisk ye away on an exciting journey. As fate would have it, he might just turn up…

Author's Note: Argh, and hello t’ ye. Today be talk like a pirate day (19th September) and as a slight bit o’ treasure for ye I'm providing a little tale. Sit down and make yerself comfortable for this be a tale of romance and firmly below board activities ;) Ones which some young ‘uns might feel a tad offended by and though pirate I may be I wouldn’t want to corrupt such innocence, so fer yer knowledge this be firmly R rated.

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You remain still in your bed as your maid Chloe tucks the covers up tightly around you, something that you really didn’t feel the need for on this warm summers night, or because you were in fact 24 years old and not a child.

‘Now miss, all ready for a good nights rest.’ She says smiling although you can see that she doesn’t mean it all that much. She was new and had come in with an attitude, she was someone who thought she was too good to be a servant but by birth had no choice to do anything but. You had tried to be friendly towards the girl, she can’t have been very much different in age to you, but she had had none of it.

‘Thank you.’ You reply, trying to smile at her to show that you meant it.

‘No need miss, it's my job.’ She says and proceeds to walk across the room. You nod, not knowing whether to say yes and agree with her and therefore point out the obvious class distinction between you, or to say no and just completely confuse the situation. You watch her as she leaves the room, just about catching her mutter something about it being a job that she wished she didn’t have. Rolling your eyes you look to the doors leading out to your balcony, wondering why it was that they had been shut when the room was so stiflingly hot. ‘She’s trying to kill me by means of suffocation.’ You muse wryly, and proceed to remove the covers from being wrapped around you and stand up beside the bed.

You look out at your room, even in the dim light of the candle it looked quite beautiful; the dark wooden armoire nestled in the corner, the large ornate mirror atop of the bureau, and beautiful paintings of exquisite scenery adorning your raspberry pink-papered walls. To the right of the room from your large four-poster bed were large French doors, leading out onto a balcony overlooking the enchanting gardens at the back of your stately home.

You lived in one of the most luxurious houses in the whole of Port Regina, your father being governor of the town having brought you much wealth and an esteemed title and stature amongst society. With that had come the responsibilities of being proper and polite, never acting out of place or behaving indecently. You did what you were told to by your father and mother and had led a happy life being brought up with servants and maids to look after your every whim. This was never the life you would have chosen though, you enjoyed excitement and adventure, you yearned for something new to come and whisk you off your feet, something like a pirate.

You grin at thoughts of this, knowing full well exactly which pirate you would like to take you on these amazing journeys. For the past week or so gossip had been going round that a certain infamous pirate captain had turned up and was in hiding right here in Port Regina from the navy. Captain Jack Sparrow. You had heard tales of him for many years and had come to admire the man who had so much intelligence that he had managed to escape the hangman’s noose countless times. Whilst walking through town you had even heard more distasteful mutterings amongst the lower class women as to exactly what a handsome and charming man he was, and that piracy was not his only skill. You blush slightly at the thought of it, little fantasies arising in your mind as to how you would like to find these things out for yourself.

Walking across your room you open the French doors, allowing a cool breeze to blow in, whipping your hair back from your shoulders to spray out behind you, and making your thin silk slip flutter around your body. Stepping out onto the cool tiles of the balcony you welcome the refreshing sensation after feeling rather smothered in your bedroom. Suddenly you hear a scuffling sound and looking to where it is coming from you see a head pop up over the balcony’s railings, the body of a man closely following it as he climbs over and stands beside you. Any noise you would have wanted to make has become caught in your throat and as you open your mouth to scream nothing comes out.

The man looks up at you and as the moonlight shines down upon his face you know that even if you hadn’t been speechless before you would be now. The moonlight danced over the mans features, shadows being cast over his face to clearly define prominent cheekbones and a chiselled jaw from which a goatee had been grown and braided into two plaits with little beads dangling of the ends of each one. A moustache could be seen above full, soft looking lips, and further above that were two dark eyes, looking at you just as intensely. If you hadn’t guessed by the way this man had made an entrance, his look was unmistakeably that of a pirate. A bandana was tied around his head, keeping back his dark hair that was an array of dreadlocks and braids, beads and trinkets dangling and dancing amongst them. His clothes were simple, seemingly grey coloured sea pants matched a waistcoat over the top of an off white shirt. A long dark coat was hanging loosely about his frame, and he wore apparently brown boots with the top edges turned over.

‘Hello luv.’ He says grinning, a slight glint of metal catching your eye as he does so. You can do nothing but stare at him, your mouth open slightly as you try to think of what to do, should you call for help? This thought is quickly quashed as he announces himself. ‘Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service m’lady.’ He says, bowing slightly. You raise your eyebrows in amusement but furrow them again as you wonder as to why he is here.

‘What are you doing here?’ you voice your thoughts and are actually quite surprised that Jack’s grin has remained on his lips even though you had tried to sound stern in the way you had said it.

‘Ah, well, ye see… I'm just looking for a little place to stop… got some… friends… who won’t stop bugging me…’ he replies, glancing quickly over his shoulder down to the gardens.

‘And these ‘friends’, they wouldn’t by any chance happen to be naval officers would they?’ you query although the answer went without saying by the look on Jack’s face.

‘Ye could say that… yes.’ He confirms and you can’t help but smile at his apparent nonchalance towards his predicament. ‘Ye wouldn’t be so kind as t’ put me up for a little while would ye?’ he asks, his eyes resembling those of a poor lost puppy. You feel your heart flutter and wonder as to what the consequences would be if you did indeed let him in and hide out, if no one knew about it though, surely it couldn’t cause any trouble…

‘Nice gardens by the way.’ Jack says, trying to make slight conversation as you ponder the situation and what your answer is going to be. ‘I'm afraid that a couple of those purpley flowers got a bit squashed when I walked in the flowerbeds…’

‘The violets?’ you ask, momentarily having forgotten about the quandary you were in.

‘If they’re purple then quite possibly, not got much of a knowledge for flowers, they’re a bit feminine.’ Jack replies with a flick of his wrist at the last word. You chuckle slightly.

‘Well I thought that the name Violet might give you a clue as to their colour.’ You laugh.

‘Well that may be quite a possibility, but I seem to have become rather distracted by other more beautiful sights to even be thinking about the hue of the flowers in your garden.’ He says, giving your body an appreciative once over. You can’t help but feel incredibly flushed at his complete openness, he did quite obviously check you out and he wasn’t even bothering to hide the fact that he liked what he was seeing as he licks his lips hungrily. ‘Of course, that statement might be a bit more sincere if it were further researched…’ Jack trails off, walking slowly towards you. You step backwards, backing yourself up against the doorframe as he comes closer.

Instead of stopping though Jack walks right on past you and into your room, making a pleased sound as he takes in your luxurious surroundings.

‘Quite a place ye have here.’ He mutters, spinning around on the spot to face you once again. ‘Very cosy.’ He adds and proceeds to remove his effects and his coat, placing them over a chair that was sitting nearby. ‘I take it ye’ve made yer mind up?’ he asks, walking over to you in a seemingly drunken manner, only to pass you yet again and sit on the edge of the railing, looking out across your estate. You chew your lower lip briefly as you ponder your answer but as Jack looks to you expectantly you respond.

‘I have.’

‘And?’ he asks, now getting up off of the balcony once more to come and stand before you, looking you directly in the eyes, his gaze captivating you.

‘You… you can stop here… for now.’ You reply. In your mind you can hear that little voice of your conscience screaming at you, telling you not to be so foolish, but as the Captain Jack Sparrow stands before you, holding your gaze with his deep dark eyes, every rational thought vanishes and is replaced by those somewhat less respectable fantasies.

Jack grins triumphantly and turns back to the gardens, looking out at the flowers and statues that adorn it, the hedges preened into all sorts of shapes making it look quite magical in the moonlight.

‘Good, I knew that this would be a pleasant place to stay, just not how pleasant.’ He says, glancing back at you and winking suggestively as he emphasises the word ‘how’. You feel slight shivers run down your spine as he glances at you and you can’t help but think back to your lustrous daydreams. A sharp tap on your door awakes you from your reverie and you quickly glance to Jack as he dives to the side of the doors, out of the view of anyone entering your room. Seconds later one of your servants and watchman Cal enters, glancing from the empty bed to where you stand on the balcony.

‘Miss, what are you doing out there at this time, you’ll catch your death of cold!’ he exclaims but makes no attempt to enter the room any further.

‘Oh no, it’s fine, I’ll be going back to bed in a minute, I was just a little warm before.’ You say smiling. Cal was someone you got along with quite well as he was quite friendly and never really made the social barrier seem prominent. You looked to him as a brother more than a servant, he’d always been sweet to you and you had confided some of your worries in him in previous years.

‘Ok, as you wish. I just wanted to check that everything is ok, I'm sure it’s nothing to worry about but we heard some scuffling in the garden and we’re just checking around the rooms for anything unusual, it was most likely a squirrel though so please don’t be alarmed.’ You smile in thanks and as you look across your room you notice Jacks coat and effects draped over the chair in plain view of Cal.

‘Oh… right!’ you exclaim and wrap your arms around yourself. ‘Brr, its rather chilly now, I think I’ll get back into bed.’ You say, trying to make a big show of shutting the doors to the balcony so that Cal’s gaze won’t wander and spot Jack’s belongings.

‘Well I’ll bid you goodnight then, pleasant dreams.’ Cal says and shuts the doors behind him as you make your way over to your bed. As the doors click shut you quickly turn about heel and walk back to the balcony, opening the doors and looking to the side at Jack who remains leaning against the wall.

‘Well wasn’t that fun, why did you leave your things in such an obvious place, you could have been caught straight away!’ you say frustrated, realisation of the danger of your situation now dawning.

‘Well its not like I expected anyone to come walking in, I thought they would be leaving the little mistress to sleep soundly.’ He replies coolly. ‘Tis quite chilly though isn’t it…’ Jack adds glancing to your breasts which were indeed showing the effects of cold through your slip. You roll your eyes and walk to the edge of the balcony, looking out into the garden to see if there were any signs of animals that could have been scuffling about. You knew full well that it had been Jack causing the commotion but you wanted to see if there was anything out there that might distract everyone from coming and searching for him again. As suggestive and cocky as he seemed to be he was all in all quite pleasant company.

‘How is it exactly that you are allowing me to be here though? Ye don’t know me, I wouldn’t have thought it wise for a young lady such as yourself to be letting strangers into her boudoir.’ Jack says, his lazy position against the wall still remaining.

‘You’re hardly a stranger Captain Sparrow.’ You reply.

‘Oh, have we met before then… I can’t say I remember, and I would think that I should.’

‘No, but I have heard of you.’ Even without looking at him you can sense the grin that is curling Jacks lips up at your response.

‘And what is that you’ve heard, not all bad I hope.’ He says, his voice growing somewhat low and husky.

‘No, not all.’ You reply, a small smile curving your own mouth up. ‘Just stories of your exploits and adventures.’

‘And what exploits would those be?’ he says now from closely behind you. He wraps his hands around your waist, fanning his fingers out to touch your stomach and nuzzling into your neck. You’re lost for words as he places a light kiss on your shoulder and you gasp slightly at the effect he’s having upon you.

‘Uh… just… some of your adventures and escapades… fleeing the navy, that kind of thing.’ You mutter, Jack’s warm breath against your neck tickling you but in an undeniably pleasurable way.

‘Oh… yes, I’ve had a few adventures like that.’ Jack whispers, kissing your throat softly again, the braids of his goatee tickling your almost bare shoulder. You whimper softly but manage to regain some composure as you pull out of Jack’s embrace and start walking into your room, trying to rid thoughts of want from your mind and attempting to replace them with thoughts of how wrong it would be to let him touch you like that.

‘Captain Sparrow, you’re welcome to stay here for the time being but I would be grateful if you could leave as soon as possible, god knows the amount of trouble I would be in if I were found out to be helping a fugitive hide out.’ You say sternly and turn to see Jack following you into the room in the motions of removing his vest.

‘Aye, thank ye, you’ve being ever so gracious.’ He replies somewhat coldly. You almost feel a pang of guilt, knowing that your departure from the pleasant embrace out on the balcony caused the drop in his mood. You continue watching him as he takes a seat in the chair that his coat and effects are draped over and begins to remove his boots.

‘Umm… I think there are some blankets in the armoire, I’ll just get them.’ You say quickly, moving towards the said piece of furniture and looking through the drawers.

‘No no, it’s fine, it’s a warm night.’ He replies, getting up and guiding you away from the armoire. You nod and look down to where his hand is lightly holding your wrist. ‘And even if I were to get a little chilly, I can think of several things that would keep me warm.’ He says, his voice filled with heated implications.

‘And those things would be?’ you ask, looking up at him and wondering just how he would get out of this without saying bluntly that he wanted to have sex with you.

‘Jumping up and down on the spot.’ He says grinning and lets go of your wrist to proceed to give you an example as he jumps up and down.

‘Ssshh!’ you exclaim whilst giggling and quickly place your hands on his shoulders to hold him firmly to the ground. Jack grins as the action brings you closer to him, your bodies but inches apart.

‘Or there are other options of course.’ He whispers and leans his head down to yours. You see him lick his lips quickly and know that he is no longer talking about anything proper whatsoever, an altogether different kind of bouncing around in fact. That little voice inside your mind screams at you again, telling you to get out of this situation now, it wasn’t decent, it wasn’t proper and you had only just met the man! The hungry look in Jacks eyes makes all thoughts diminish though as you find yourself tilting your head to meet him, awaiting his kiss to grace your lips.

Suddenly a sharp rap on your door is heard again and Jack springs away from you, looking to the door fearfully. Your worst nightmares are realised as Cal comes in and upon seeing Jack charges in, shouting out for assistance. With one quick glance to you Jack runs across the room, past Cal and out the door. You hear a startled yelp come from a little way down the corridor and you can barely restrain your laughter as you see Jack run past your door in the opposite direction, barefoot and without any of his effects as several of your male servants charge after him.

‘I'm sorry miss, we heard a noise coming from in here, it was him I take it, are you alright, he didn’t hurt you did he?’ Cal asks as he stops in the doorway.

‘No no, I'm fine.’ You reply, trying to hide your smile as you hear shouts coming from down the hall as it sounds as though someone has tripped up near the stairs. From the cries of distress it sounds as though it isn’t Jack which you can’t help but be pleased about, you really hoped that he wouldn’t be caught.

‘Just a question miss, but why didn’t you call for help?’ Cal asks suspiciously causing any trace of a smile to be wiped from your face as you try to think of a good excuse.

‘I… I was just so shocked.’ You reply, hoping that your feeble lie would be accepted and that Cal would leave. As luck would have it a crash is heard from nearby and Cal glances down the corridor in its direction. He nods his approval for your answer and without a word closes the doors, leaving you alone in your room with the noises of footsteps running along corridors above and around the floor of the house. Looking towards the closed doors of your room you listen as the noises become more distant and gradually disappear. You wonder as to what would have happened if Cal hadn’t charged in at that moment, would you have let Jack kiss you and if he had, would that really have been right?

‘It must have been fate.’ You whisper into the darkness, sighing as the words leave your lips.

‘I don’t believe in fate.’ Says a husky voice from behind you and as you turn you see that Jack has somehow made it onto your balcony and is standing in the doorway to it, the thin curtains swaying around him in the breeze making him seem even more inviting, as though the swathes of material were fingers drawing you into him.

You feel as though time has stood still, no words are shared between you as in an instant he has made it across the room and has claimed your lips with his own. The shock of his sudden movements makes you gasp, giving him further access to the inner cavern of your mouth where his tongue delves to search out every attainable space. Your eyes flutter shut as his hands grip your waist, pulling you close to him and you moan quietly into the kiss as you instinctively tilt your head to give him further access to your mouth, his tongue delving ever further until you feel as though your knees will buckle under the intense pleasure that’s rippling through you, just because of his lips and tongue’s masterful techniques.

You’re unaware of your own movements, your body seeming to have reacted of its own accord as your arms become wrapped around his neck, your fingers entwined in his hair, drawing him ever closer. The kiss seems to last for an eternity, Jack’s ravaging of your mouth making you heady and delirious to any concept of time or space. The realisation of what’s happening only dawns as you feel Jack’s fingers gently running down your left side, down to your thigh where he bunches the thin material of your slip into his hand and pulls it upwards, your bare skin now naked to the cool breeze blowing into the room, and also open for the onslaught of Jack’s touch. The same happens on your right side; Jack now has your slip held firmly up around your waist so that your lower body is completely accessible to him, bar the slight obstruction of your underwear.

Jack’s ravaging of your mouth ceases as he draws away but only to continue placing light kisses down your jaw. You tilt your head to the side, trying but failing miserably to ignore the way he has started to gently caress the sensitive skin at the backs of your thighs, his calloused hands still feeling soft and gentle as you feel as though you’re going to faint right there and then. His lips move expertly against your throat, placing soft, sensual kisses along with slight nips with his teeth before soothing the area with yet another gentle yet completely enrapturing kiss. Your breaths are coming quickly and your mind is going blank to anything other than thoughts of what Jack is doing, craving more and more from him.

‘Torture.’ You whisper, your voice low and husky under the effects of your intense desire. Jack ceases his ministrations along your throat and you open your eyes in surprise to find him looking at you, his usual chocolaty eyes dark, almost black with lust. A small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as he sees the same want reflected back from your own eyes, knowing how much you want him makes him want you more and the simple kissing just doesn’t seem enough anymore.

Quickly his lips are upon yours again and you smile quickly as you find his hands wandering over your body yet again with even more purpose and vigour. Its only when he starts leading you back to your bed that you realise he’s going to take this further, and he’s going to take it right now. You have no problems with this though, you wanted him just as badly and you weren’t about to deny him or yourself the satisfaction by stopping him.

You readily walk with him, his hands placed upon your waist guiding you in the right direction as all other senses are being captivated by Jack and his kisses. As you feel the soft edge of the mattress behind your legs you halt your movements momentarily, although not ceasing the kiss at all. Jack’s hand glides carefully from its position on your thigh and round to the small of your back where he lets his palm rest, guiding you down carefully onto the bed as he leans into you, forcing you to go backwards, his hand stopping you from falling. You shift yourself back onto the bed as Jack follows, kneeling between your legs as he briefly breaks the kiss to look down at you.

He takes in the depth of your eyes, the heaving of your chest and the small action of you licking your lips as you watch him watch you. In one swoop he has pushed your slip right up, over your hips, over your waist and up over your breasts and head at which point he throws it away across the room. He looks on at your body, taking the whole scene in, an appreciative smile curling his mouth upwards. He leans down to you again and kisses you once more, this time seemingly deeper than you would ever have thought possible. Your hands grope at his clothing, tugging at his shirt and his trousers, it seems like an eternity before you finally manage to rid him of them and they become nothing but a pile on the floor beside the bed. Now leaning over you was a gloriously naked Jack Sparrow and this only ignited every burning desire inside your body to have him more wholly.

Jack's hands skilfully rid you of your underwear, his lips not leaving your own for a second everything seems to happen in a choreographed time space. His hand smoothly glides over your stomach and over your right breast, his thumb rolling over the nub causing you to moan in delight. You begin to wonder as to how it is you’re letting this happen, you met Jack this very evening although the acquaintance with him didn’t go much further than a light conversation, some carefully placed caresses and him being chased out of your room. You had seen him before though, you had heard the stories and just from that you had fallen in love with him, there was no other word to describe it, you were Captain Jack Sparrows loyal fan. Now you were giving him everything of yourself just to prove it and some part of your mind was telling you just how wrong this was, he would most likely leave you in the morning and you’d never see him again.

All rationality is lost though as Jack stops kissing you and looks deep into your eyes, asking for some kind of sign of your acceptance for him. In answer you bring your knees tightly against him, pulling his arousal against your own. A slight growl escapes Jacks throat as he kisses you heatedly and slowly pushes inside you. You gasp as you feel your bodies merge and shut your eyes tightly as your body becomes acclimated to his presence. Jack watches your expression carefully, not knowing anything about you or your past sexual experiences, he doesn’t want to cause you any pain or discomfort and if he has to he’ll take it as slow as you desire.

Nothing had prepared you for this experience; you’d never had sex before but had wanted to wait for a guy you deemed worthy enough of you giving your everything to. This man you could see now was Jack, even if this was only for tonight then he was worth it, the way he was being so gentle with you proved that. He lightly kisses you on the lips, nipping your lower lip between his teeth causing pleasant sensations to ripple through your body causing you to physically shudder. Jack grins at your response and deems you ready for the next attack, claiming your lips once again as he partly withdraws from you only to thrust into you again causing another moan to escape your lips only to be swallowed by his.

He starts to pick up a steady rhythm, rolling his hips as you bring your own up to meet his in time, causing the most pleasurable sensations to start coursing through you. You run your hands down his increasingly heated back and you feel his muscles ripple with every single thrust into you. You marvel at all the feelings rushing through you, intense pleasure building up along with a furious desire for things to go faster so that you may fall over the edge and be lost to the night, underneath Jack’s magnificent body. His right hand skims over your stomach and upwards to captivate your breast, teasing your nipple by rolling his thumb over it, causing you to groan deeply. He kisses his way from your lips down your throat and takes up his earlier ministrations once again, sucking the skin and then soothing it with a gentle kiss. You pass your hands round to his chest from his back and run your splayed out fingers over his finely sculpted torso, enjoying the feel of his muscles twitching beneath your touch.

As the rhythm builds up you know you’re near the edge, all that is needed is one final push to get you there and you can see that Jack is close to it too, his breaths coming quick, panting over you as he closes his eyes as he thrusts into you deeply, once, twice… everything about your body seems to explode as you feel the orgasm ripple over you, building up to strong waves of intense pleasure as you fall over the edge. With one last roll of his hips and the effect of your inner body gripping him tighter Jack's own release is nigh as the same shudders of ecstasy course over him.

You gasp back a deep breath as you close your eyes, feeling Jack collapse over you with a low growl, his breathing ragged. His lips brush over your shoulder softly as he places the softest sweetest kiss there. You sigh in contentment as he withdraws from you and rolls onto his back besides you, his hands behind his head as a smile of utter fulfilment turns his mouth up, his eyes still closed. You open your own and sit up to look at him, the handsome pirate that had in one hour after meeting you taken everything you had to offer.

Seeing the smile playing upon his lips you know there are no regrets to be had, you were happy and felt wanted and desired, and that overrode any other feelings of doubt or trepidation. You knew the likeliness of him still being beside you in the morning was unlikely but you weren’t going to dwell upon it otherwise you know that all the satisfaction you were feeling now would be lost and turned to hurt. Right at this minute you were quite prepared to lie there imagining a blissful world where you would wake up every morning to see Jack beside you, not having to wonder as to whether you’d ever see him again, this moment in time was one for ignorance, and it was a time you were quite happy to fill resting beside Jack as you listen to his breathing, gradually slowing down to a steady rhythm.

‘What ye thinking luv?’ Jack asks quietly, his eyes remaining closed.

‘I… uh... nothing.’ You sigh, knowing that it might be a bit silly to tell Jack of your thoughts, it would no doubt just scare him away straight away.

‘Well that’s an awful hefty sigh for jus’ nothing, what’s bothering ye?’ he asks as he opens his eyes and props himself up beside you on his elbow. You look down at your hands that you have rested on top of your knees which you draw to your chest, suddenly feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment that you’re sitting there stark naked next to the Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack grins at your sudden blush and sits up next to you, taking your hand in his. ‘No need to be embarrassed luv, its just me, I’ve seen it all already remember and it’s nothing to ashamed of I can tell ye.’ You smile slightly at his compliment but the red of your cheeks remains, a mixture of your self-consciousness and also the heat that had been invoked from your activities just moments ago.

‘It’s not that.’ You say quietly, glancing at Jack to see him looking at you in wonder.

‘It’s not that… so it is something then.’ Jack says, smiling triumphantly at your tiny little slip up. You sigh again, a motion that wipes the smile from his face and causes a look of concern to furrow his brow. ‘Are you having regrets luv?’ he asks simply, his eyes full of worry as to what your answer will be.

‘No, no!’ you exclaim, puzzled to how he could even think that you might be having second thoughts.

‘Then what?’ he asks, his tone soft.

‘I just… this isn’t something I do… I’ve never…’

‘I'm sorry.’ Jack cuts you off, looking down. Now it’s your turn to be confused as you see his downhearted expression.

‘For what? You’ve nothing to be sorry for.’ You reply, placing your hand on top of Jack’s in an attempt to reassure him.

‘I… I do do this… I… I took advantage, I shouldn’t have done… I didn’t want t’ hurt ye.’

‘You haven’t hurt me Jack, I'm fine, it’s just… I don’t know, it’s all just new to me, I can’t help wondering about things…’

‘What things?’

‘The morning.’ You say, smiling slightly.

‘The morning? That time when the sun rises and the new day begins? That’s why yer looking so down?’

‘Kind of… it’s not the morning as such, it’s…’ you take a deep breath, ‘it’s you leaving.’ Jack looks at you, his lips forming a slight smile and then changing to an expression of utmost seriousness.

‘Luv… ye know who I am, ye told me as much, ye know what I'm like and ye know what I do…’

‘And that completely contradicts your earlier views about having taken advantage of me.’

‘Yes, but that’s not what I'm saying. I'm saying I'm going t’ leave luv, tonight was… great, but that’s where it ends for me, for us… all in all there is no us, it was just…’

‘One hell of a lovely experience… I know.’ You sigh, your earlier suspicions as to whether Jack would indeed depart and never return coming to light.

‘Yes, quite unforgettable.’ Jack says, his usual cocky grin returning to his handsome face. ‘Ye know though… it’s not over yet… it’s not morning…’ you raise your eyebrows at this, wondering at whether he was suggesting another round. Whilst the experience was exquisitely wonderful, you weren’t sure if you could cope with it again just yet.

‘I… I think that maybe now… might be a bit too soon…’ you stammer. Jack chuckles and scoots closer to you, placing his hands upon your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

‘As much as it would be a very nice proposal, I didn’t mean that. Come here.’ He says and pulls you against him into a warm embrace, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead. You look up at him and smile, maybe this was only for tonight, but there were still quite a few hours to go and if you were to be spending them like this then nothing about tomorrow mattered, even if Jack wasn’t there. Leaning his head down he places the softest kiss upon your lips before drawing away from you completely. You let out a slight whimper as you find yourself cold without his arms wrapped around you but as you see him grabbing the sheets that had remained folded down at the end of the bed you lie back, letting him bring the sheets up over you both. He lies back in just the same position as before, his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

‘Jack?’ you query, sitting up once again. Jacks eyes instantly open and look to you sitting there, a puzzled expression written on his face yet again. You smile at his look of concern. ‘Thank you.’ You say simply. Jack’s eyebrows rise in confusion.

‘For what?’

‘Just being you.’ You grin. The same expression causes Jack’s lips to curl up as he removes his hands from behind his head and pulls you down on top of him, claiming your lips in a soft yet searing kiss.

‘No thanks needed.’ He replies huskily as he breaks the kiss. You roll off of him slightly, only to nestle yourself comfortably at his side, his arm around you keeping you close to him. He places one final kiss on top of your head and you close your eyes, the sound of Jack’s breathing, the scent of his very self, all coaxing you into a sweet sleep, one with dreams of a pirate being there in the morning.

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You awake and open your eyes slowly, fearing the burning of the sunlight coming into your room through the open doors to your balcony. Already you know that Jack has left, the warmth of his body not present, his scent faded. Instead another sweeter scent comes to your nostrils and as you glance to the pillow beside you, you see one of the violets from your garden, carefully placed upon the material. Sitting up you smile and pick up the violet, carefully running your thumb over the petals and bringing it to your nose to smell its sweet aroma. You sigh as you look to the clock across the room, noticing that it is nearing midday. You had hoped you would wake up early, early enough to possibly say goodbye to Jack before he left, but as fate would have it, you had overslept.

A sharp rapping at your door startles you and you pull the sheets up over your chest. Your father enters the room and upon seeing your apparently nude form only just showing by the fact that your shoulders are bare scowls slightly.

‘It was really hot last night.’ You offer in way of explanation, hoping that he’ll be satisfied.

‘Well I don’t think its entirely decent but I suppose that there is no harm when no one can see you.’ He says raising an eyebrow and going over to the balcony to look out across the gardens. ‘That pirate, the one that invaded us last night, he didn’t… see you did he? Cal has already informed me that he came through.’ he asks, a look of worry passing across his face.

‘No father, only when he passed through, when I was very much dressed.’ You lie.

‘Good, I suppose it was a silly question, someone as ruthless as that man would probably have done something despicable if he had seen you like that. Thank god he didn’t.’

‘Yes… thank god.’ You mutter, knowing that Jack would never do such a thing.

‘Well I think it’s about time you got dressed, there’s a lot to do today, we’re hiring a new housekeeper, Mrs Perkins has become quite ill after last nights escapades.’ Your father says and makes his way across the room to your door. ‘Be downstairs in half an hour at most please, we have a tight schedule.’ He adds as he shuts the doors, leaving you to thoughts of distaste over the days coming ‘excitement’. Ah well, at least the night had been interesting and that was something you could recall anytime you liked and know that it would bring a large smile to your face.

THE END

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And there ye have it me hearties! I hope ye enjoyed my little tale, apologies for the lack of sea turtles, aye, sea turtles!… but they didn’t quite fit in with the plot. Now get t’ work ye scabrous dogs and review!