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LIFE LESS ORDINARY Author: Lady Anaranë Disclaimer: I do not own “Pirates of the Caribbean” or the character Jack Sparrow. A pity, I know. The title “Life Less Ordinary” comes from the stunning song by Carbon Leaf. Summary: You are married to the most important man in Port Royal, but what said Commodore doesn’t know is that your heart and body are elsewhere. His wife is sleeping with the enemy; the most wanted man in all the Caribbean. A one-shot. * * * * * You were breathing heavily, Jack’s rough hands moving too slow and yet too quickly across your skin. The shirt you were wearing was half unbuttoned and one sleeve had slipped off one shoulder, your hair unfastened and the dark curls pooling down over your shoulders. “Knickers,” you reminded him breathlessly. You were not to leave any signs of the two of you being together, and he had already ripped two, no make it -three- pairs. That, obviously, took quite a bit of explaining to your husband. “Leave them on,” he told you, a mischievous grin reaching his mouth. You shook your head at him, reaching down and sliding them down your tanned legs. “No signs, remember? I don’t think I can make up another story about my under things being torn.” The pirate’s mouth at your neck was excruciating. You sighed and leaned back on the table, arching your neck to give him more access to delectable, golden skin. He noticed the moment your legs tightened about his waist in anticipation. “I leave him plenty of signs. The man is simply unintelligible,” Jack Sparrow admitted. He was always doing this, trying to give your affair away. He was dying to let your husband know of all the times he had made love to you in the bedchamber of your own home, in your -husband’s- home. He’d do his best to leave scraps of clothing behind or kerchiefs with his initials. His favorite was to leave deep bruises on your skin, bruises that would give you away if you were to be intimate with the man whom you married a year ago. Jack Sparrow did not like the thought of his lass being with any other man but him. You knew you shouldn’t let him get by with it. You knew you shouldn’t have been there with him at that very moment, shouldn’t have let him into your bed all those times. You knew you shouldn’t be making love with a man other than your husband. But somehow, you could not get yourself to tell him no. His fingers were holding your hips so tight he was going to leave those bruises. You never complained. And those teeth... those gold and ivory teeth were going to leave even more about your neck and upon the tops of your breasts. You would have to be careful of the dresses you wore this week until they faded away. His mouth was warm and tantalizing against your own, his lips managing to part yours so his tongue could taste you further. You sighed into the kiss, grabbing the lapels of his coat and pulling him closer to you. The deep blue coat was on the floor in a moment, along with his hat, but the pirate never said a word about the mistreatment of his precious belongings. You were aware of the other women he was involved with from port to port, but you also knew that none of them had the privileges that you did. With the others, he would never let them have control. It was often that he would allow you to tie him to the headboard of his own bed with his own sash and do with him what you will. With the others, it was nothing but sex. With you, he never paid. You were so much more than that. “I think he’s getting suspicious,” you said as those rough hands slid up your bare thighs, the flesh soft and lit golden from the sunlight streaming through the window. “Mmm,” Jack murmured as his fingers spread them apart, the calloused digits spraying across your skin. “It’s about time.” Your thoughts were delayed because of his teeth at that spot just below your ear. “He’s been asking questions,” you added. The pirate chuckled at this as your fingers began fumbling with the latch of his belt, the red and white sash pooling to his booted feet. “What kind of questions?” “Where I go from time to time,” you couldn’t help but allow the alto moan to double out from between your lips as his palms slid up your sides and over your breasts. “Or why my clothing is constantly disappearing.” He was kicking off his boots now. “How would he know? He’s never home, anyways. Fighting crime and ridding the world of horrible, scandalous criminals,” Jack said with a grin. “Men like you,” you told him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “Aye,” Jack leaned forward, his breath on your lips, his fingers sliding teasingly over the insides of your thighs. “Wretched men like me. The man who has shagged his wife more in two months than he has the entire time of his marriage.” “You don’t know that.” Jack’s teeth were tracing your jaw as those calloused fingers reached the apex of your thighs. He laughed. “I sure as hell do.” “The commodore is a very busy man,” you gasped as he touched you inside, your back arching and one hand reaching back to grasp the surface of his desk with white knuckles. “Aye, and when he comes home and reaches for you, what do you do, love?” he grinned as he watched you writhe beneath his touch, your right hand coming up to grip his shoulder. “Do you make love to him like the faithful, loving wife you are?” he asked sarcastically. You were surprised; Jack never mentioned your husband like this. He normally avoided talk of him all together. Your eyes were so bright and green, he could swear they were emeralds shining back at him as you leaned forward, the silk around his fingers slick and inviting. “No,” you replied honestly. “I have to close my eyes and convince myself he’s you.” This only broadened his confidence and control. “Does it work?” he asked. You moaned, an alto note that went straight to his lower regions. “No.” “No,” he agreed. Then his caresses suddenly stopped all together, much to your frustration and disappointment. “What are you waiting for?” “When did you say our dear Commodore would be returning?” he asked. He was only teasing you now. You smiled, your fingers moving to stroke the skin of his golden chest, soft, smooth fingertips over the rough scars marring his flesh. “He returned this morning.” Jack raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk beginning to slyly pull at his lips. “And you left him to come here? Surely you did not tell him you were coming to meet me.” “He thinks I’m confessing.” The pirate laughed. “You, confessing?” You nodded, pulling him forward so your lips could lightly touch his. Your eyes never left his as you did this, your legs wrapping about his waist. “It might be hard to believe, pirate, but I am expected to do such things.” His fingers touched your thigh lightly. He seemed so far away. “When have you ever done the things that were expected of you? Besides, you hate churches. Always have.” You sighed. “Why do you continue to bring this up, Jack?” “I’m curious,” he told you. You unwrapped your legs from his hips and reached up to pull the fallen sleeve of his shirt back over your shoulder. “I’m not that same young, reckless girl I once was, Jack. I’ve grown up.” Those eyes narrowed at you. “Sure you are, love.” “How so?” He grinned wickedly at you. “You’re here with me now, aren’t you? Not that much has changed beside your name, Mrs. Norrington.” You glanced down to the floorboards, your voice growing quiet in your unspoken shame. “I only married him because you left.” “Darling, I told you I’d be back.” Your head snapped up, your eyes sharp and accusing. “But you -didn’t- come back.” Jack didn’t seem at all guilty about this information. “Then who is standing before you now, I deem?” You shook your head at him, tears in your eyes. “You were too late.” He was silent for a moment, his eyes suddenly overcome with another emotion than you are used to seeing revealed in them. Slowly, he reached out and touched your cheek with a rough but more than familiar palm. When your green eyes raised to look up at him under those thick, dark lashes, he leaned forward to gently touch your lips with his. The kiss is slow and gentle at first, but then you pulled against him, demanding more, and his caresses grew more hungry. He wrapped an arm about your waist, pulling you hard against him as his palm stayed at your cheek, keeping you from pulling away. You found yourself nearly tearing his shirt off over his head, your breath heavy as the two of you finally broke apart. His skin was warm and muscles taut as you stoked his stomach and arms, his tattoos and numerous scars. Jack's mouth moved down your neck to the valley between your breasts, his hands roaming most welcome over your golden curves and spine. You reached down, your hands roaming where no chaste woman’s hands would dare of caressing. A sharp hiss and a loud groan comes from deep within Jack’s chest, causing a sly smile to lift at your mischievous lips. You loved the control over him; the control that no other woman had. In all realization, you were addicted to it. Suddenly Jack pulled you closer to him, his evident arousal pressed wantonly against your thigh. You sighed, feeling your own pool hotly in your stomach and between your thighs. How did he always do this to you? And so easily? The shirt you were wearing was in two pieces and falling to the floor before you could even blink. Your fingers moved quickly to slide his breeches over his hips, revealing your pirate to you completely. He was well toned and bronzed from the Caribbean sun, all scars and deliciously dangerous. The taste of salt lingered on your tongue as you tasted his skin, nibbling at his collarbones and just behind his ear. You knew that drove him mad when you did this; when you took your time and gazed at him in such a way. Jack’s lips and hands were everywhere at once, causing you to sigh loudly into the thick air. The room smelled of smoke because of the cigarette he had taken advantage of earlier, and when you took a deep breath, you could practically taste him between your lips. The danger and the adventure and the sea. Your legs were wrapped tight around his hips as Jack pulled you into his arms, his kiss most feverish. Your heart was beating wildly as he pressed you back against the wall, his hands holding you securely and his mouth wandering pleasantly. You couldn’t think of anyone else you'd want to be with. He broke away to gaze into your eyes as his hand wrapped about your hip, pulling you down and then back up against him with the most agonizing movements. The moment he pushed inside you, your back arched and your head fell back, your lips parting to release a soft, most content sigh. You felt whole, you felt complete. Not wasting any time, Jack manipulated his hips again, causing a loud cry to fill the room and your eyes to fall shut. He was watching you as though you were some rare goddess before him, his eyes dark with a most insatiable lust. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, couldn’t get enough of the feel of your body beneath his or the way you looked at him with those bright emerald eyes. He couldn’t get enough of your quirks or your witty humor or your laugh. He was not being gentle with you, not this time. His every movement was passionate and demanding, his hands bruising and his mouth crucial at your neck and breasts. His rhythm was too fast, too steady, and you found yourself already shuddering against him, fearing it would all be over too quickly. And you were not ashamed to love every pounding, heart-wrenching moment of it. The pirate murmured your name in shameless wonder as you braced your palms on his chest and rocked your hips forward, ready to take control of the situation. He released a deep groan and slid his hands up your trim stomach and back to your hips, holding you steady and pulling you to him harder. Your head fell back in unbelievable bliss, your dark hair falling down your back and tickling your smooth skin. The tremors were raking down your spine and flowing throughout your veins as you leaned your forehead against Jack’s shoulder, your breathing quick and your body shuddering. You knew the both of you wouldn’t be lasting much longer, not with the way you were screaming or the way his hips were moving so persistently against yours. He was doing everything so right, moving exactly the way you needed him to and whispering into your ear in a way that was exactly what you wanted to hear. He knew you so well. Knew you in multiple ways that Commodore James Norrington never would. “Oh Gods,” you panted. You couldn’t even think the bliss was so intense. You had no awareness of anything but him and the way he felt inside of you. You could not tell where he ended and you began. Your body gave a convulsion just as you felt the coils within you snap. Your body had finally reached the peak of its wake and Jack pushed harder into you, knowing you were both on the edge. You released a gasp and a long, keening moan from your throat just as your body gave in, your heart beating fast and your panting breath against Jack’s neck. Your completion brought forward his own as the pirate’s body shuddered, a predatory growl leaving his throat as he collapsed against you, trapping you between himself and the wall. The moment your mind was back to it’s normal state, you felt Jack’s arms around you and his heart beating frantically beneath your palm. The pirate lowered your feet back to the floor, but did not move from his place against you. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping those strong arms tightly about your waist. “Leave him,” Jack Sparrow suddenly said. Your eyes snapped towards him in shock. “What?” “I want you to leave him,” the pirate repeated. You began to laugh. Was he joking with you? No, he wasn’t. The look on his handsome face was everything of seriousness. “And do what?” you asked of him. “Sail the seven seas with you?” “What’s so wrong about that?” “Everything!” you exclaimed. “Jack, a woman does not just up and leave her husband!” His russet eyes narrowed knowingly at you. “But she gives her body to another man?” You were silenced by his words. There was no explanation for why you were there, for why you did this time and time again. There was something there, a spark, an energy, an -emotion- that was there when you are with Jack. When you were with James, there was simply nothing there. You thirsted for excitement, for adventure; and wouldn’t these thirsts be quenched if you were to up and leave Port Royal, your husband, and live a life less ordinary with Jack? Wouldn’t you be happy then? Yes, you would. And that’s what scared you. You would be utterly happy and content, and what then? Where would your life go from there? “I have to go,” you told him, and quickly began dressing in your normal attire. “James is waiting for me.” Jack wasn’t worried; you would be back. You -always- came back. What was stopping you? That imbecile of a husband? No. He didn’t give you the attention you deserved. He didn’t please you as you deserved to be pleased. He didn’t make you happy; Jack Sparrow did. And needless to say, the captain of the Black Pearl was very much aware of this information. He took a peek at his pocket watch; he gave you six hours until you’d be back. The very moment darkness would hit the sky and your husband would fall asleep, you’d be out that door. Jack knew you far too well. THE END |