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SHIPMATES Author: She Dreams of Jack Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all characters belong to the Walt Disney Company and Jerry Bruckheimer Films. Summary: Jack knows that the only way to get his new crewmate out of his head is to get you into his bed. Oneshot. * * * * * Jack’s fingers tightened around the wooden spokes of the helm. There you were, strutting around the ship as if you owned the place. No, that wasn’t fair. You weren’t strutting, you were simply walking. It just seemed as if you were strutting. Jack shook his head and tried to tear his gaze away from you, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop looking at you. He couldn’t stop watching you as you walked about and smiled at the men while they worked. You had only been aboard the Black Pearl for three weeks and already he was besotted with you. Without even trying to, you had worked your way beneath his skin. You were like an itch that he couldn’t scratch. Visions of you filled his days, whilst dreams of you filled his nights. He knew that it had been a mistake to allow you to join his crew. He should never have made you that promise. It had been a stupid thing to do. Women were nothing but trouble at sea. They were a distraction. How was a man supposed to concentrate when a woman like you was parading about the deck? You had been so persuasive. All you’d had to do was look at him with those big brown eyes of yours, and he had practically melted right there on the spot. It had been a new experience for Captain Jack Sparrow. No woman had ever had that effect on him before. Bugger! thought Jack as his gaze followed your every movement, Bugger, bugger, bugger! It was just no good. Every time he saw you, his heart began to pound within his chest and his mouth went dry. He was like a dog who had caught wind of a bitch in heat. He knew that all you would have to do was say the word, and he would be right there, panting and wagging his tail. It was pathetic. Captain Jack Sparrow, the most fearsome pirate on the Caribbean Sea, had been reduced to a slobbering, whimpering mess. * * * You lay down the tray of bottles that you had been carrying and stood up straight. It had been a long and trying day, most of which had been spent down in the galley preparing sustenance for the crew. At least the day was drawing to a close now. You smiled as you watched the sun begin to dip below the distant horizon, spreading the last of its golden rays across the cloudless sky. The heat of the day was dying and the cool sea breeze made you shiver. It was then that you saw him, standing tall and proud at the helm of his ship. Your heart skipped a beat as your gaze locked with his. He was always watching you. He was always staring at you. He was always... there. You forced yourself to smile again as the heat of your embarrassment crept up your neck and onto your face. For some reason, you always felt completely naked beneath his scrutiny. You were no fool. You were no innocent. You knew exactly what he was thinking. You were under no illusions as to what his intentions were. The only question that haunted you was ‘when?’. When would he come for you? When would he touch you? When would he take you for his own? When? It wasn’t as if that wasn’t what you wanted. You had known from the moment you had first seen him that you wanted him. He was tall and lithe and incredibly confident. Not arrogant, as some might say, but confident. He had been charming and witty. There had been a certain air about him that had caught your attention right away. You could not help but be drawn in by him. As you had listened to his tales that night in the tavern, the soft, subtle tones of his voice had almost lulled you into a stupor. It had been only the intensity of his dark gaze that had kept you alert and focussed on his every word. You felt that gaze roaming over you now. You watched his eyes as they swept over your body from top to toe and you knew exactly what he was thinking. It was the same thing that you were thinking. What do you look like beneath the cloth? What do you feel like? What do you taste like? Another shiver ran down your spine as you saw his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick his lips. Tonight, you thought, it has to be tonight. * * * Jack looked around him. The sun had set hours ago, leaving only the warm orange glow of the lamps to light the deck. The music had all but died down and his men were beginning to make their drunken way to their beds. He lifted his bottle to his lips and looked across the deck to where you were sitting with your back against the mast, gazing out to sea, a bottle dangling from your hand. A finger absentmindedly twirled a lock of your long, brown hair. It’s now or never, mate, he said to himself. Come on Jack, what are you waitin’ for? Jack took a long swig of rum and pushed himself to his feet. He swayed as the boat rolled beneath him. “Woah,” he muttered, “No more rum for me. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the lady now.” Jack tossed the empty rum bottle over his shoulder and strode across the deck towards you, stepping over drunken sailors on his way. * * * You felt his approach before you heard it. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you knew he was coming for you. He had been watching you all evening, from where he had sat, drinking and carousing with his crew. Every time his eyes had met yours, he had grinned at you with that golden smile of his. He had raised his bottle and given you a silent salute. You had smiled and nodded in return, knowing that tonight would indeed be the night. He was moving now, picking his way across the deck in your direction. You could hear his soft footfalls and his muttered curses. He would soon be upon you. You shivered at the thought. “Enjoyin’ yerself, darlin’?” His voice was low and rumbling in the cool night air. You looked up to find him leaning against the mast, one arm extended above him, supporting his weight, and one hand resting on his hip. There was that smile again, warm and inviting, full of confidence, full of promise. You pushed yourself to your feet and stood beside him. “Yes, Cap’n.” you replied as you took another drink from your bottle. Damn, your hands were shaking. You hoped he couldn’t see how much he was affecting you. “Good,” he replied as he shifted a little closer, “I’d hate for you not to be enjoyin’ yerself, love.” You nodded in response, unsure of what to say. You looked at his face. He was so handsome. You had thought so the moment you had laid eyes on him. His eyes were so dark they were almost unfathomable. Whenever he looked at you like this, it seemed as if he was staring into the depths of your soul. You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. His smile broadened as he sensed your disquiet. He was a predator, you decided. A handsome devil of a predator and you were his prey. The thing was, you didn’t mind. You wanted to be his prey. You wanted him to hunt you, capture you and devour you. That was what you wanted. That was what you had always wanted. “You seem,” he reached out and stroked the lock of hair that you had been toying with, “a little out of sorts. Is everything alright?” He let your hair drop to your shoulder and continued to caress it where it lay. You swallowed at the warmth of his touch. “Yes, Cap’n,” you whispered, “I’m fine.” His hand moved from your hair to the bare skin of your neck. He moved his finger in lazy circles upon your flesh. Your swallowed again as your skin began to tingle and your heart began to race in your chest. He inched closer again, until you could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of your clothes. “Good,” he said again, cocking his head to one side and looking at you as you closed her eyes, “As Captain of this ship, it’s my duty to see to the welfare of me crew, as it were. Have my men been treatin’ you right?” Another finger joined the first in stroking your neck, and then another and another until you could feel his whole hand on you. The tips of his fingers reached up to fondle the line of your jaw. He smiled again. “Yes, sir.” You had to fight to concentrate on what he was saying. He was barely touching you, but already his dulcet tones were hypnotising you. “Good.” It was then that you felt the brush of his beard upon your cheek. His lips hovered just next to your ear. “Tell me somethin’, love,” he said as you began to tremble against him, “You’re not a virgin are you?” Your eyes flew open as he drew back to look at you. “No,” you whispered. It was true, you were not a virgin, but there had not been many... just a few in fact. “Thought not,” he replied with a smile. “Would it matter if I was?” you asked through your dry lips. “Probably not.” Jack moved closer until his lips brushed your own, “But I’m not a man who likes surprises, love. It’s not that I mind deflowering the odd virgin here and there, but I like to know what I am in for in advance. It’s a sensitive business taking a woman’s virtue.” “You’ve no worries on that count Cap’n,” you said with bated breath, “My virtue is long gone.” * * * Pity, thought Jack to himself. Ordinarily, such a thing would not have worried him, but here and now, when he was so close to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he would not be your first. Can’t be helped, he decided, What’s done is done. “So,” he murmured against your lips. He could feel the tension in your body as he pressed himself against you and let out a little chuckle, “Do I have permission to come aboard?” “Permission grant...” Jack didn’t let you finish. He wasn’t sure if it was the rum, or the heat of your body or the sweet, musky smell that emanated from your skin, but something was driving him on. He had to have you, and he had to have you now. In one swift move he caught your chin in his hand and lifted your face to claim your lips with his own. By heaven, you felt good; soft and supple, just the way a woman should be. He growled as he felt your lips part beneath his and your tongue snake into his mouth. God, you were brazen, just the way he had hoped you would be. He heard the sound of your bottle hit the deck as your hands found their way up his back to tangle themselves in his hair. You tugged him closer and sighed into his mouth as he willingly leaned in. He was hard, as hard as a rock. It was then he thanked the maker that you were not a virgin, for he knew that tonight he would not be able to hold back. Tonight he would not be able to be gentle. Tonight he would be savage and brutal and wild. You had ignited a fire within him that nothing but complete satisfaction would be able to extinguish. With one hand he held your face and with the other he found the strings at the waist of your breeches. You gasped as he tugged at them, but you did not protest. You simply pulled him closer to her. Once your breeches were loosened he slid his hand inside, downwards until he could feel the coarse, wiry hair that surrounded your womanhood. You groaned as his fingers probed the damp heat that had arisen there. * * * “Is this what you want?” you heard him say as you arched yourself into his touch, “because if it isn’t you need to tell me now. You can’t change your mind later. Savvy?” You lay your head back against the hard wood of the mast and pushed your hips forward, “Savvy?” he growled more loudly. “What about the men?” you whispered. Your breath caught in your throat as he found the aching centre of your desire. “They’ll hear. They’ll know.” You forced yourself to open your eyes and look at him. The look on his face told you that he didn’t give a shit about the men. “I can keep quiet, if you can. Besides they’re all three sheets to the wind. They won’t know a thing,” The bass notes in his voice vibrated through your body, “Tell me what you want,” he said again as his fingers began to stroke your heat. “Tell me what you want from me.” “I want you,” you said as your body jerked beneath his touch. “What do you want me to do?” Jack leaned forward and grasped hold of your lower lip with his teeth. “Tell me,” he murmured as he released it. “I want you to take me,” you said as you suppressed the groan that ached to escape from you. You could feel him teasing you, rubbing you. You felt as if he were winding up a great spring inside you, one that was threatening to unravel at any moment, sending you over the edge into the abyss, "Take me!” you said through gritted teeth, "Take me now!” “Here? Now? On this deck?” He was teasing you again, with both his words and his fingers. “Yes, now. Now!” You couldn’t bear it any longer. You felt like a keg of gunpowder about to explode. * * * That was all Jack had wanted to hear. He heard you cry out as he removed his hand from your pulsing sex. “Patience, love,” he said as he tore at your breeches. Soon they were on the floor beneath you. He felt your hands scrabble against his belly as you tried desperately to remove his own trousers. You undid the buttons and forced the garment down over his hips. For a brief moment you stared into each other’s eyes. It was you who moved first. It was you who grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pulled him towards you. It was you who lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip. “Now!” you commanded, “Take me now!” “Your wish is my command,” grunted Jack as he thrust his manhood into the hot wetness of your core. "Bugger me!” You were tight. Your sweet little cunny was hot, wet and tight. He felt you tilt your body against his in an effort to take more of him in. He drove deeper and deeper, up and down, time and time and time again. Your fingers gripped his shoulders as if there were no tomorrow. He could tell you were trying not to cry out. He could tell from the trembling of your leg in his hand that you were already on the very edge. It would take so little to push you over... to send you flying... to make you crumble in ecstasy around him. He knew that you were nearly there. In, in, in again, and again, and again. Deeper, harder faster he went, over and over and over. You were there. He felt it. He felt every muscle in your body go rigid. He heard the strangled cry in your throat as you fought to keep it inside. Bugger, you were good. And then he was there too. A tidal wave of ecstasy washed over him as he felt his own release take hold. One... last... long... hard... penetrating... thrust and he was there, falling with you over the precipice into the void below. He could not prevent his own cry from leaving is body as he crashed down under the weight of his own rapture. * * * You opened your eyes and tried to catch your breath. Your body still throbbed and ached where he had been joined to you. Your heart beat a staccato rhythm beneath your ribs as your raging blood screamed in your ears. You felt him ease away from you. “I’m sorry, love,” said Jack as he released your shaking leg and let it fall to the deck. “What for?” you asked as you looked at his sweating face. What could he be sorry for? “For taking so long to make good on me promise.” His eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “What promise was that?” You couldn’t remember a promise. You swallowed hard as at last you began to regain control of your breathing. “You remember that night,” His raised his hand and traced the line of your bruised bottom lip with the tip of his thumb, “in the tavern, you asked if I would let you come on me ship?” “Yes,” you whispered. You opened your mouth and drew his thumb into its moist depths. He smiled. “What did I say?” You thought for a moment and drew in a shaky breath, releasing his thumb. “You said,” you reached up and brushed the damp hair back from your face, “something like, ‘I promise you darlin’, you will most definitely be comin’ on my ship.’” It was then that realisation dawned. It was then that you finally understood the implication behind his words. “Oh.” “Oh, indeed,” replied Jack as a feral smile spread across his lips. He slipped his hand beneath your shirt and splayed his fingers across the smooth skin of your belly, “I promised you that you’d be comin’ on me ship. I’m only sorry that it took me three weeks to fulfil me promise.” THE END |