Unseasoned Ties

“I’m sorry… what?” you ask hesitantly, trying to stall so you can think.

Without answering, Jack takes a deliberately slow step towards you, causing you to instinctively step back. Jack smiles predatorily and continues to advance. Standing your ground, you refuse to be intimidated by the way he’s almost stalking you.

“You’re just trying to distract me so I won’t toss your precious rum overboard,” you desperately try to reason.

Jack steps to the side and waves his arm towards the balcony, “Go ahead. It’s not the rum I want.”

‘Well it’s no fun if he doesn’t have a problem with it,’ you think. “You’re no fun Jack,” you inform him.

Without warning, Jack grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his body, causing you to drop the bottle of rum. Caught off-balance, you grab his shoulders for stability. Inches away from your mouth, Jack mutters, “I can be lots o' fun.”

Instead of pulling him towards you, like your body is screaming at you to do, you instead push him away a few inches. "You gotta tell me something about your past if you think I'm gonna let you violate me," you request, knowing full well that it'll annoy Jack immensely. 'I still hardly know anything about Jack's past. He's gotta give me something to work with so I won't feel like I'm getting all up close and personal with a guy I just met, which is the truth.'

Jack's face takes on an incredulous look and he sighs heavily, muttering, "Yer insufferable luv." His eyes screw shut and he seems to be thinking deeply over his answer.

Without opening his eyes, he says quickly, "This is all I'm sayin' on the matter an' it's good 'nough ta appease yer curiosity." His eyes open and he says all in one breath, "Thought 'bout bein' a Commodore when I was a wee bit."

He begins to lean towards you and yet again you push him back, being met with a sigh of frustration. A goofy grin is spread across your face and you know you must look like an idiot, but you don't care. 'He was gonna be a Commodore,' you think, barely being able to contain your laughter.

"What now?" he whines.

"Oh nothing at all, you just made me a very happy woman," you laugh.

"Let me do better," Jack responds with a cocky grin replacing his look of frustrated annoyance.

Opening your mouth to reply, Jack notices and quickly pulls you to him, he presses his mouth to yours and mutters, "Stop bein' so difficult."

Finding that you can't exactly think rationally with Jack pressed against you, you put aside the new information and give in to his demands.

His arms wrap tightly around your waist, bringing you flush against his hard frame. You can feel his fingers digging into your back, pulling at the material half-hazardly. You find your hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest, exploring the lines of his muscles.

Raking your nails down the bronzed skin, you hear his breath hitch in his throat and your confidence escalates.

'I'm stuck in a movie, this isn't realistic....oh god he feels good,' your inner voice rambles. Jack's lips are incredibly soft, but you can tell that they're a bit chapped. You briefly wonder if your chap-stick is still in your jeans pocket.

You become so wrapped up in the feeling of Jack's lips, that you don't notice when his hands begin to tug both of the shirts you are wearing up, revealing your stomach. Your concentration is broken when Jack pulls back and breaks the kiss. You make a whining noise in disagreement, but the whining turns into a gasp of surprise when he leans down to kiss your stomach.

Setting your hands on his head, you sink your fingers into the thick mass of dark hair. Pulling and pushing for no reason as Jack sucks the skin of your stomach into his mouth.
You look down and giggle at the sight of Jack in such a submissive position.

Jack lifts his head and grins back, "I marked ye." He looks at your stomach proudly and you follow suit. Bright red marks adorn your previously unmarked flesh and you laugh.

"Hickeys? Real mature there Jack."

"Oh ye don' approve? From the noises ye were makin' I had assumed ye were quite enjoyin' yerself."

You can feel the heat rise up and the blush cover your neck and cheeks at his comment, "Shut up Jack, I was not making noises. If anyone was making noises it was you."

Jack rises up off his knees and crosses his arms in front of his chest in a defiant gesture. You suddenly get an image of the ever so cocky Peter Pan facing off against Captain Hook and you smile in fondness. Leaning in real close to you, his mouth barely brushing yours, as he speaks, "Always the pain in my ass eh?"

"Really?" you ask in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "How peculiar. I always assumed that in order to be a pain in one's ass, I would have to be dwelling in said ass where the certain pain is taking place. And since I don't recall ever shrinking in size and crawling up your ass, I just haven't the slightest clue as to what you are referring to."

"Yer a bit crude fer a young lady luv. Ye may wanna tone that down a bit 'fore ye find yerself in the wrong company," Jack warns while wearing a grin and shaking his head slowly from left to right.

"First of all, I'm not a lady. Ladies wear petticoats and fall down a lot to gather attention from the raging hormones displayed by the so-called gentlemen. Secondly, I don't know how the company could get any worse."

"Oh and how dreadful my company mus' be. You be gettin' wha'ever ye're beatin' lil heart desires, within reason, mus' be horrifying," Jack shoots back.

By looking at Jack, you become unsure as to whether he's actually upset with you or not. His shoulders are tensed and a slight frown is peeking out of his passive expression.

Instead of replying to his comment, you glance down and busy yourself with fixing your shirt. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling guilty? I wasn't being serious. Not my fault if he can't take a joke,' you babble to yourself.

Looking up ready to set him in his place, you're slightly thrown off by the sight of nothing but empty space in front of you. Crinkling your forehead in confusion, you wonder where he went in such a short time.

Hearing a scuffling behind you, you slowly turn around to see Jack reclining in one of the chairs at the small table. Sighing heavily, your shoulders dropping with the release of tension you hadn't even realized you were holding there, you stomp over to the table and throw yourself down on the other chair.

"We may have to talk about that whole 'quick like a cat' problem. Don't make me put a bell on you. It's demeaning. I never used to make my cat's wear one and I really don't want to have to make you. It's a form of animal cruelty. Placed right underneath outfits in the 'unfair to animals' list. Why people make their pets where little dresses and shoes is beyond me." You stop talking when you realize that Jack may not actually be listening to a word you are saying. You purse your lips and slit your eyes in studious concentration as you take in his body language.

Somehow he seems to be lounging rather comfortably on the seemingly uncomfortable wood chair. His legs are stretched out in front of him, open wide with his left knee bent slightly. His attention is captivated by the small dagger in his hands that he's using to clean underneath his fingernails. 'Okay, so he's grooming himself and ignoring me,' you decide, 'That is just unacceptable….the ignoring part, I don't mind the grooming part.'

"Jaaaaaack…..you can't pretend I'm not here,” you inform him. His response is utter silence as he moves on to another fingernail.

Growing annoyed, you pull yourself off the chair and hurriedly pull the dark shirt off leaving just the one. 'The one that just happens to be see-through and I really hope I don't have to do this,' you optimistically think.

Jack doesn't look towards you and appears to not have noticed the discarded shirt lying on the table. You stand in silence for a few moments and then push yourself to follow through with your plan.

"Fine….if you don't want to talk to me, if you want to ignore me, I'm sure I can find some other men who would be more than happy to keep me company," you boldly state.

His movements with the knife stills. You get a reaction from Jack, not a large one, but a reaction none the less.

Turning, you traipse to the large doors separating you from the outside world and heave the doors open allowing sunshine to blind you for a moment as your eyes involuntarily squint. You walk outside and immediately notice the eyes peering at you from their odd jobs around the ship. 'Crap,' you think, 'this wasn't a good idea. I thought he was gonna stop me. Bastard.'

Before your eyes can adjust to the bright light, you feel a strong arm wrap around your midsection, pulling you back into the barely furnished room. Jack swings the door shut with his free hand, closing out the mutterings of displeasure from outside.

Spinning you around to face him, Jack turns you both around with a look of determination and begins pushing you backwards with his hands gripping your hips.

"Ye win," Jack mutters.

“Oh goody, I won. What did I win?” you ask.

Before you know what's happened, you've fallen back on Jack's bed and he's crawling up your body. You inadvertently let your legs spread slightly so he can fit his body comfortably between them. The majority of his weight is burdened on his arms to hold himself up, but you can feel his hips pressing against yours with slight pressure. Putting his weight on his elbows, he places his hands on either side of your face, letting his fingers slide over your cheeks and twine in your hair. Without breaking your gaze, he slowly lowers his head and places a light kiss on your nose. The coarse hair around his mouth tickles your face and you let out a slight nervous chuckle.

A pleased smile spreads out across Jack's face. “You would never dare put a bell on me," he softly asserts.

Gathering any shred of speaking ability you still have left at this certain moment in time, you ask, "Why's that?"

"Ye luv it when I sneak up on ye. That is what that whole display was 'bout, was it not? I must commend you fer yer tactics."

"Bastard."

In response to your pathetic insult, Jack presses his hips more firmly into yours, causing a gasp to wrench out of your throat. Your hands, which have been passively resting on the blankets, are brought up to grip his sides. He laughs softly at your reaction and leans down to give you the softest kiss you could ever imagine. 'Not that I have a whole lot to compare it with,' you think, 'but I know nothing else could.'

As seconds tick by, Jack's kisses become more frantic and needy. He uses his left elbow to lean his weight on and brings his right hand down to grab at your hand kneading his side. Entwining your fingers with his, he pulls your arm up above your head holding it there.

You are barely able to break away from his mouth long enough to breath before he grabs hold of you again with a gentle aggression that you've never experienced before. Kissing him back with as much passion as you can muster up, you find yourself squirming underneath him. You have an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like your insides fell asleep and the numbness is edging away slowly and painstakingly.

Jack releases your hand and trails it down your arm, down your side, to rest at your hip. He breaks away from your mouth and trails his down to your shoulder. Bringing his free hand quickly back up, he pulls the material away from your shoulder and begins kissing and sucking your skin. His hand travels to your side once again and moves up underneath your shirt to run along your stomach. The feeling in your stomach intensifies with his massaging and a low humming sound echoes in your ears.

Your eyes tightly shut as Jack presses his mouth firmly to your neck. You barely hear him softly murmur against your skin, "I can feel yer pulse."

Lifting your head up, you lightly kiss his neck in the same place, "Yours too."

"An' it's beautiful… yer beautiful," Jack mutters.

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AN: The next chapter should be up soon. I hope everyone approves of the new installment. Keep reading and reviewing everyone!!