Taming A Dragon

Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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Chapter 13 - Return Fire

Oria sat silently awaiting Jacks’ return; he arrived several minutes later than she had anticipated him and looked dishevelled but considerably pleased with him self. She shuffled backwards on the bed till only her feet were dangling off.

“I could really do with a bath; do you have a spare barrel and oils?” The pleased smile dimmed slightly.

“I’ll get the crew to arrange for one to be brought up here.” Oria smiled.

“Thank you.” He jogged out of the room and shouted several commands which were rapidly carried out judging by the hurried footsteps up top, “Would you help me unbraid my hair? My fingers are still a little clumsy.” She wriggled the scarred appendages slightly, he swallowed and nodded not entirely sure if he was capable of holding himself back being so close to a female form. Oria sat up sharply but instead of turning around she glanced over her shoulder indicating for him to sit on the bed behind her, he eased himself around till he was sat cross legged behind her. She glanced backwards, “You’ll need to be closer then that, you won’t be able to reach.” Jack shook his head.

“No, I can reach from here!” He stretched forwards, his fingers barely brushing the curls at the end of the braids.

“Look just spread your legs and I’ll sit in between them. I’m not that large so it’s not like you’ll be doing the splits or anything.” Jack didn’t move his fingers still outstretched and a look of surprise on his face, “Alright, if you can’t do it then I’ll get one of the crew.” She began to stand up only to feel his hands grasp the nearest part of her body to him and hold her back, he stared where his fingers were gripping and snapped them away sharply. Oria glanced down to where his hands on been on her hips, there was still an imprint there in heat, Jack waved a hand absently and grinned.

“No need for drastic measures love, sit back down.” Now that was a slight hiccup in her plans, so much for playing one man off against the other. She lowered herself back onto the bed and wriggled up between his legs carefully placing her hands on his thighs where she had before to help ease her back. She smirked at the sharp intake of breath that escaped him followed by a forced patient sigh; his fingers began to unwind the various braids until there were only a couple left.

A loud knocking came at the door and he leapt slightly startled out of the repetition before scrambling away from her and heading to open the door. Two men stumbled in with a wide barrel and plonked it down in the middle of the cabin staring blatantly at Oria; she flicked a couple of ringlets out of her eyes and winked at one watching Jacks’ reaction carefully. His face went red and his knuckles white as he gripped the door and held it open for them to leave, the one she had winked at moving slowly.

“Take all bloody day why don’t you!” The sailor blushed and ran out of the door quickly to avoid Jacks’ glare, he slammed the oak door shut after him. Oria undid the last two braids and stood up carefully, Jack was still stood at the door looking sulky and avoiding her, she bit back a grin.

“Would you mind leaving please?” He nodded and stormed out of the room and up to the deck. Oria let her grin and chuckle come free, this was far more fun than killing.

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Jack frowned as he took over the helm and gazed out at the open ocean, why had he reacted so strongly to a wink? It confused him deeply, he had never felt anything so powerful before, except the joy and elation he had got when the Pearl was once again within his grasp. He grinned and ran his fingers lovingly over the wheel.

“No one’s going to replace you pet, don’t you worry.” The ship seemed to purr back in response and rolled gently with a wave, his thoughts strayed back to the ‘issue’ in his cabin.

His fingers felt for the journal in his pocket, he had scooped it up before the men came in, just to make sure it remained his. He opened the first page, the elegant scrawl that determined the majority of the book was replaced with the childish stubs of first words, ‘This is Oria De Monara’s Diary, so Anna-Li keep your hands out!’ He chuckled, not so different from now-a-days and flipped onto the first page of the journal.

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Finished with the barrel Oria acquired a pair of Jack’s boots and headed up deck slightly annoyed that she didn’t have a hat anymore. A sailor was watching her curiously as she glanced about the deck before settling on leaning over the starboard side and watching the waves break against the sides. A shadow fell over her and she glanced up at the man silhouetted against the sun.

“You alright Miss.” She nodded and turned her attention back to the waves.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone, don’t know what sorts of men there might be about.” Oria chuckled.

“Perhaps, I doubt that they would get anywhere.” A hand brushed over her lower back.

“Depends on how lonely they get, how desperate. It’s a lonely life being a sailor.” She stood up and studied him.

“Thanks for the warning Bootstrap but no one will get anywhere with me.” Bootstrap watched her walk away and glanced up at Jack who shrugged and motioned for him to come back. Once they were stood side by side Jack leaned across to him.

“What did she say?”

“Said no one would get anywhere with her. I think she might be playing with you Captain.” Jack glanced down at the book; it was open on the page dictating the lessons granted by Cordell when she was ten and he grinned.

“Perhaps, I should start playing with her.” Bootstrap regarded him carefully.

“Captain, from what you’ve told me she’s not the safest thing to play with.” Jack waved a hand.

“She won’t kill me, probably will maul me but she won’t kill me.” His hand rubbed over the still tender scarring from their first meeting. Oria glanced up at them warily as if she had overheard, Jack merely grinned and gave a little wave before handing the wheel over to Bootstrap and jogging down the steps to her. He leaned on the banister next to her.

“Feeling better?” She nodded.

“Aye, much.” Jack leaned back.

“Good.” He turned on his heel and jogged back up to the wheel, Oria watched him with surprise as he took back the helm and delved into deep conversation with Bootstrap laughing and joking. She had expected him to talk and beg for something, anything, a reason some sort of sign that she was in control, instead somehow he had managed to snatch the ball back. She shrugged, a minor miscalculation, it could be amended.

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Jack stalked into the cabin as the sun set, giving the cabin an eerie bloody red glow, Oria was sat on the bed with her legs crossed, her fingers were running absently through her freshly washed hair and her eyes were fixed on him. He met the gaze calmly and tossed the diary at her, she caught it one handed.

“Perhaps you should keep hold of that, some stuff in there that not every man would be so willing to forgive and forget.” She placed the book next to her and tilted her head to one side.

“So tell me, what did you think about my little tale?” Jack grinned and steepled his fingers.

“Interesting, you didn’t tell me you had been married in your original version.” She waved a hand absently.

“Unnecessary detail, I needed you to trust me. Saying that I had murdered my husband within a few hours of him arriving to collect me and sunk his ship and crew would not have been the best ice breaker.” Jack chuckled.

“Would certainly have broken through the ice though.” She raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose… but the repercussions would have been far from pleasant. For example I would not have been able to do this…” She strode over to him and straddled his thighs confidently, “Without you retaliating in a negative fashion, probably terrified that I was going to kill you.” He smiled and gently pushed her off his lap, she frowned slightly in confusion but stood up, he stretched and yawned.

“My, I am tired.” She forced her mouth to stay closed; this man in front of her was the first not to have gone doolaly at her sitting in his lap. A grin spread over her lips and she folded her arms.

“Well you may be mentally restraining yourself, congratulations, shame about the… physical evidence though.” Jack glanced down at his pants and cursed crossing his hands over his crotch to hide his erection.

“Well you can’t just go sitting in some mans’ lap and not expect that to happen unless he’s a eunuch or too thick to realise!” She stalked forwards.

“Don’t think you can best me Jack, you can’t, I can dance rings around you without you being the wiser.” He stepped closer pressing his body against hers.

“There’s only one problem with that love, if you keep dancing in circles you’re going to get dizzy and stumble.” He whispered against her ear, her own soft breath tickling his.

“Not necessarily… you may be the one to trip Captain Sparrow, after all… you’re the one that’s going to have to keep up with me. Why don’t we see who falls first? Call it a little challenge.” Jack ran a hand down her arm.

“What’s the reward for winning?” She smiled against his cheek.

“Domination… good night Jack.” Oria stepped backwards her lips brushing over his fleeting, he fought the instinct to hold her still or lean forward, she smirked and strode over to her hammock. He scrambled into his bed.

“I will win. I promise you that.” He blew out the candle and watched as her eyes slowly came back into his focus peering at him from over the top of the hammock that smirk still on her lips. He set his mind on how to wipe those pretty little lips clean of that smirk.