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OLD FEELINGS Author: Sparrows Mistress Disclaimer: Johnny’s not under my bed. Vanessa came and stole him away. Captain Sparrow is no longer in my closet. Disney took him back. :::Pouts::: Sadly, I don’t own anything but my Captain tattoo on my ankle and they can’t take that away from me! I shall fight to the death! Aye! Avast! Summary: You move back to Jamaica, planning on starting your life on your own. Years before, you had been Jack's love and Jack has returned as well. You are going to find out that old feelings die hard. * * * * * CHAPTER 1 If you would remember anything else about that summer, it would be Jack Sparrow. Not the fragrant flowers that led from one end of the island to the other. Not the sand, the way it gave beneath your feet during your many walks along the beach, nor the rum that you had indulged in with him. The nights of dancing had been left in the back of your mind also. It had been two years since you had been in Jamaica and you had not yet forgotten the feelings. All those passionate nights, lust filled days, and the exhausting rounds with him. You would remember his hair, the glimmering trinkets that adorned the dreaded brown locks; the way they tickled the skin of your neck when he held you captive in his arms. His mocha brown eyes that seemed to penetrate every defense you had tried to construct against him. Jack's fingers, the way they make your body respond too his every touch and command. Jack's body, the way you fit together with him when you made love during the warm summer nights. The pleasure sails you would take on the Pearl around the Caribbean, basking in the sun on the decks then going into his cabin to spend the rest of the day and possibly the night if you could steal the time. You had moved to the main land after that summer with your parents but never for one second forgot Jack. Like any lovers, you'd had your good times and your fights but now you were back and there were many things that came back to you. Never had you thought that coming back to the island would have brought so many memories, most of them had been so irrelevant that you hadn't recalled until now. Walking into the bar you had both frequented, Paradise, you take a seat in one of the back booths. Ordering a drink, you sip it slowly, contemplating. Would Jack be on the island again? What would you do if you ran into him? What would you say? How would you react? You knew all too well what your body would do. The treacherous body that God had given you was under no control of your own around the man. No matter how strongly your mind tried to tell your body no, it seemed to take on a life of its own when it came to Jack. Several people have started coming into the bar and you shift in your seat. You haven't been alone in the bar before; Jack had always been next to you, protecting you. You can hear the raised voices already and are getting frightened. There had always been some form of blood shed here and thankfully, none had ever been yours. "Well, ain't ye purty," came a male voice and you don't acknowledge it. Maybe he would just go away. Muttering a soft prayer, you swallow hard and raise your mug to your lips. "Hey, I'm talkin' to ye," the man said, smacking the mug from your hand and the liquid sprays against the wall. Pulling you up from your seat with his bare hands, the fear goes through your body like a shot of lightening and he sees it in your eyes, making him smile evilly. "Didn't think they let whores in the bars" he mumbled. The foulness of the odor of his breath and rotting teeth makes your stomach churn and causes the bile to raise high in your throat. "I'm not a whore," you tell him, trying to keep the fear from your voice but you know it is useless. The wickedness in his smile intensifies and you start to fear the worst. "I believe yer messin' wit me woman," came a growl from behind. The man turns around, enough that you can see past his gruesome features and see that hair. You shut your eyes, willing the fancied hallucination away and reopen; still that brown dreaded hair. "Put 'er down," comes the growl again and when the man doesn't respond, Jack withdraws his cutlass and points the tip to the mans throat. "Must I ask ye again?" The man drops you roughly to the floor and your legs crumple beneath you, leaving you in a twisted pile of terror. You watch from your lowly seat as the two men stare at one another and the drunken man finally relinquishes, leaving the scene. Jack watches until the man is out the door until he turns back to you. You feel his eyes upon you as you sit on the floor, one hand covers your eyes in humiliation while the other supports your body as you try and catch your breath. He leans down slightly, taking your hand from your eyes and pulls you from the floor. With his protective arm around your waist, he leads you from the bar and onto the darkened street. "I'll not ask why ye were in there by yerself," he mutters. "Good, because I wouldn't answer you," you return just as curtly. Jack rolls his eyes and leads you down toward the beach, somewhere where he can talk to you alone. He still can't believe the luck he had. What are the chances of walking into the bar and finding you here? How many times had he come back to Jamaica, hoping to find you and now that he had, he was saving you from some filthy pirate. Yes, he was a pirate himself, but that man makes his own skin crawl with disgust. The moment your feet touch the sand, you pull away from him. If you are going to figure this out, he isn't going to be able to touch you. All rational thoughts are lost the minute the man lays one finger on you. "Thank you," you murmur, staring out at the water. The sun had gone down while you were inside the bar and all that was left was the brilliant display of colors that washed the sky. "I suppose I could thank ye also but it'd be no use. I don't thank people who walk out on me," he sneers back and you turn at the sound of his voice. How dare he start on you after what had just happened. "It wasn't like that Sparrow," you tell him. "I had no choice but to leave." "Ye had no choice? Ye had no choice but to leave without a word? To not say goodbye? Leave a letter? Something? What kinda person does that ( )?" "Obviously me since you've already decided in your mind what to think of me. I couldn't have stayed here. My parents wouldn't have allowed it," you snap, glaring at him. God, but he's still gorgeous and that same lust floods your body like it always has when he was around. Jack notices the look in your eyes and inwardly grins. So, the feelings are still there? Good, at least you are dealing with the same thing he has been dealing with for years. "When did ye come back?" he asks, walking towards you slowly. "A week ago. I moved from my parents house and came back here. I can't live with them; they're always fighting now," you admit, turning back to the sea and crossing your arms over your chest. Jack closes his eyes and his hands rest gently on your hips. From the simple touch, you feel the same fire start inside of you that had ignited before and you turn to face him and come chest to chest. Those warm eyes connected with yours instantly and you can hardly breathe. "Do ye ever think about us?" he whispered raggedly, his calloused hand coming to cup your cheek. The hardened pad of his thumb runs over your bottom lip and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin and suddenly you are taken back to the years before when nothing mattered but you and him, standing in this very spot. He'd told you he'd loved you right here, with the sun going down, and that had been the first time he had made love to you. A kiss, feathery-light, is pressed against your lips and your eyes flutter shut. Damn, but it has been too long since he has held you. You feel him start to become more forceful, kneading the back of your neck with his fingers while his other hand bunches in the folds of your dress. "Jack, I didn't expect to come back and deal with this," you say, pushing out of his arms, and stepping away. Your chest rises and falls, your breathing as erratic as his. "Ye didn't expect to come back and deal with somethin' ye didn't finish in the first place?" he asks, his fists balling up at his sides to keep from touching you again. "It wasn't my fault. I had to leave. I couldn't have stayed by myself, Jack, you know that!" you yell at him, covering your flushed face with your hands. Believe me, I would have stayed forever. But you wouldn't have. You can't be tied down, you tell him in your mind. "So, ye thought ye could just come back like nothin' had happened?" he asks gruffly, glaring at you. "Yes----No----I don't know what I expected but it wasn't this," you admit. God, you hate it when he glares. It is the most horrible thing he can do with those beautiful brown eyes. "Why did you come back?" he questions, his voice returning to normal but the uncertainty is still in his eyes. You shake your head and start to walk away. The soft white sand crushes beneath your feet as you walk and you hear him following after, his boots kicking the sand up into the air. "Jack, just leave me alone." "I don't think so luv. Ye left, with no word, and I want some answers," Jack returns, reaching out and grabbing your arm. Roughly, you are pulled backwards and your eyes meet his. "You want answers Sparrow? What if I don't have them to give?" you retort, your voice snappy. Jack continues to stare into your eyes. All the answers to the questions he wanted to ask are found in those beautiful eyes. "Oh luv, they're right there," he whispers with his roughened voice. "Right there staring back at me." Averting your eyes, you try to keep the wave of feelings from washing over your body but you can't. With Jack so close again and the intoxicating smell that only he would own, he tries to pull you back into his arms. "No Jack," you say, and pull away from his grasp, despite the fact that is where you want to be. "There are no answers in my eyes. I've grown up since that summer, enough to realize that we had our fun and that's what it was. I'm not that young girl anymore." Jack drums his tanned fingers on his chin, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fun, eh? Well luv, since you're back I intend to prove how much 'fun' we actually had," he says and walks away. You're left standing there, feeling so much like you did years ago. Except this time, Jack turns and winks over his shoulder. "You know where to find me luv!" he calls. Yes, you know all too well. TBC... |