Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,321
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 13 - Dreams
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine, who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com! VERY FRIENDLY PERSON WILL NOT KILL ANYONE FOR BEING POSITVE OR NEGATIVE! JUST TELL ME!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 13
The Black Pearl had been cruising the open ocean for nigh on a week since Jack’s gamble with trading Will in had failed. The compass was still resting on a set location but it was flicking annoyingly back and forth from it to where he presumed Oria was. He wasn’t sure about his plan, Gibbs was right in one respect, this was one massive gamble.
Even if they found the heart in time or before Jones got suspicious there was no guarantee that what he had planned would work. Tia Dalma had told him so when she had suggested it. Not only that but he was going to attempt this without the actual key, he didn’t even know if the heart was real. He didn’t even know if the chest was real, granted the compass was pointing in ‘a’ direction but that didn’t necessarily mean it was to the chest or it was to the chest that it would be the one he wanted.
Jack was panicking again, he took several deep breaths, so much was riding on this rumour, legend… what ever it was being true. He had satisfied himself that as long as he had the correct chest he wouldn’t need the key. At least… that was his theory. Surely if he had possession of the chest he wouldn’t need the key? After all the heart would still be in his possession, still an item that could be traded. God, how he prayed he was right, how he prayed this gamble would pay off.
“Captain… you should go and rest, I’ll keep her on course.” Jack glanced back at Gibbs and smiled faintly, the man was amusing in his concern. Slowly Jack nodded, he was exhausted, the worry, the planning, the additional worrying… this wasn’t like him. Since when had he been so intense on anything that wasn’t guaranteed?
Damn the woman who was doing this to him, driving him insane, he couldn’t sleep without dreaming of seeing her, dreaming of touching her. He didn’t get any respite awake either, imagining her there somewhere on the ship, stood behind him from the amount of times he checked over his shoulder just in case.
He sank into the bed wearily and focused on the wooden slated ceiling. Slowly his eyes slipped closed and he fell into yet another dream, he almost awakened when he felt fleeting fingers brush over his arm. He rationalised there was no point in awakening, there would be no one there and he drifted deeper into the dream.
:/
Sure as the sea will never end there she was stood at the other end of the cabin looking out over the glittering ocean. Jack smiled faintly and stepped towards her, she turned to face him slowly and he brushed his fingertips down the side of her face admiringly. How could she be so perfect in his eyes when he knew how many flaws she possessed? He didn’t understand it, he didn’t want to understand it, he just wanted her and no one else would suffice.
Oria stepped closer towards him till they were touching and Jack smiled wistfully as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders and kissed him so gently it almost pained him. Instinctively he wrapped his arms about her slender frame and held her closer, relishing the contact. That warmth of another body eagerly pressed against his own, delighting in the enthusiasm. How he wished it wasn’t a dream, how he wished this was real and she was actually here just for him. He didn’t want to awaken till this could be reality again.
“I love you.” He whispered watching as the dream Oria smiled with pleasure and kissed him again her fingers already on his belt.
“I want you.” Jack felt a goofy grin grow and quickly assisted with the removal of dream clothes. Heated skin against heated skin, faint brushes of gentle exploring fingertips all encompassed by a dominating kiss that threatened to draw him in far deeper than he wanted to be on a single aspect.
The desk was the closest thing and it wasn’t long till Oria was sat on the edge with Jack’s hands grasping her hips tightly. Oria wrapped her legs around his hips and tugged him against her, his hips nudging hers as he groaned against her lips. He lifted her hips slightly and encased his manhood in her willing body both of them losing a little more control as he rocked against her no longer able to contain his desire.
Oria leaned back on her elbows and arched slightly, her eyes meeting his with that same arrogance and supreme confidence. Jack glared at her accusingly as she flexed ‘those’ muscles again, she did again several seconds later and he choked jerking forwards sharply at the oblivion of stars it sent into his mind. Slowly he came round from the shock realising she hadn’t done it again, he smirked when he realised that she was fighting to regain almost lost control from when he had jumped and clearly hit the right spot in the exact right way. He’d somehow managed to keep the pace and she was definitely losing it, he leaned forwards to nip at her lip with a smirk as she glared at him. His hand on her hip gripped tighter as he realised she wasn’t the only one losing the battle for control.
“For once in your life couldn’t you have been patient?” He hissed not wanting it to end yet, not wanting the dream to go just yet. She smirked and gasped as her body tensed with the first waves of bliss. Jack cried her name as he was jolted violently into his own orgasm by her spasms.
:/
Oria watched as Jack drifted off into a content deeper, exhausted sleep, slowly her hand dropped from where it had been resting on his arm. The supposed ‘gift’ from Jones of entering others dreams by physical contact had only been used to torment others, now she prayed it would bring Jack some peace at least for one night. A hand rested on her shoulder and tugged gently, “Come on, Captain will be getting suspicious.” She glanced back at Bootstrap and nodded.
She paused and turned back to study Jack before they disappeared through the ocean and re-appeared in the brig of the Flying Dutchman. Oria leaned against the bars wearily, Bootstrap shook his head, “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into doing that. We both know the trouble I’ll get into if he finds out.”
“And what Mr Turner would you suggest as a suitable punishment?” They both turned and stared at the stairs in shock.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN POSTING THIS CHAPTER, HAD ANOTHER MULTIPLE DAY AND NIGHT VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT QUITE 100%. DEFINITELY GETTING THERE THOUGH.
THANKS TO Stipje FOR REVIEWING AGAIN, LOVE YOU FOR IT!
I THINK CHAPTER 15 IS GOING TO HOLD MY MAJOR TWIST BUT I'M NOT QUITE SURE HAVING NOT WRITTEN IT YET, THAT'LL BE UP ON THE 9th OF FEBRUARY ALL BEING WELL.
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine, who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com! VERY FRIENDLY PERSON WILL NOT KILL ANYONE FOR BEING POSITVE OR NEGATIVE! JUST TELL ME!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 13
The Black Pearl had been cruising the open ocean for nigh on a week since Jack’s gamble with trading Will in had failed. The compass was still resting on a set location but it was flicking annoyingly back and forth from it to where he presumed Oria was. He wasn’t sure about his plan, Gibbs was right in one respect, this was one massive gamble.
Even if they found the heart in time or before Jones got suspicious there was no guarantee that what he had planned would work. Tia Dalma had told him so when she had suggested it. Not only that but he was going to attempt this without the actual key, he didn’t even know if the heart was real. He didn’t even know if the chest was real, granted the compass was pointing in ‘a’ direction but that didn’t necessarily mean it was to the chest or it was to the chest that it would be the one he wanted.
Jack was panicking again, he took several deep breaths, so much was riding on this rumour, legend… what ever it was being true. He had satisfied himself that as long as he had the correct chest he wouldn’t need the key. At least… that was his theory. Surely if he had possession of the chest he wouldn’t need the key? After all the heart would still be in his possession, still an item that could be traded. God, how he prayed he was right, how he prayed this gamble would pay off.
“Captain… you should go and rest, I’ll keep her on course.” Jack glanced back at Gibbs and smiled faintly, the man was amusing in his concern. Slowly Jack nodded, he was exhausted, the worry, the planning, the additional worrying… this wasn’t like him. Since when had he been so intense on anything that wasn’t guaranteed?
Damn the woman who was doing this to him, driving him insane, he couldn’t sleep without dreaming of seeing her, dreaming of touching her. He didn’t get any respite awake either, imagining her there somewhere on the ship, stood behind him from the amount of times he checked over his shoulder just in case.
He sank into the bed wearily and focused on the wooden slated ceiling. Slowly his eyes slipped closed and he fell into yet another dream, he almost awakened when he felt fleeting fingers brush over his arm. He rationalised there was no point in awakening, there would be no one there and he drifted deeper into the dream.
:/
Sure as the sea will never end there she was stood at the other end of the cabin looking out over the glittering ocean. Jack smiled faintly and stepped towards her, she turned to face him slowly and he brushed his fingertips down the side of her face admiringly. How could she be so perfect in his eyes when he knew how many flaws she possessed? He didn’t understand it, he didn’t want to understand it, he just wanted her and no one else would suffice.
Oria stepped closer towards him till they were touching and Jack smiled wistfully as she wrapped her arms about his shoulders and kissed him so gently it almost pained him. Instinctively he wrapped his arms about her slender frame and held her closer, relishing the contact. That warmth of another body eagerly pressed against his own, delighting in the enthusiasm. How he wished it wasn’t a dream, how he wished this was real and she was actually here just for him. He didn’t want to awaken till this could be reality again.
“I love you.” He whispered watching as the dream Oria smiled with pleasure and kissed him again her fingers already on his belt.
“I want you.” Jack felt a goofy grin grow and quickly assisted with the removal of dream clothes. Heated skin against heated skin, faint brushes of gentle exploring fingertips all encompassed by a dominating kiss that threatened to draw him in far deeper than he wanted to be on a single aspect.
The desk was the closest thing and it wasn’t long till Oria was sat on the edge with Jack’s hands grasping her hips tightly. Oria wrapped her legs around his hips and tugged him against her, his hips nudging hers as he groaned against her lips. He lifted her hips slightly and encased his manhood in her willing body both of them losing a little more control as he rocked against her no longer able to contain his desire.
Oria leaned back on her elbows and arched slightly, her eyes meeting his with that same arrogance and supreme confidence. Jack glared at her accusingly as she flexed ‘those’ muscles again, she did again several seconds later and he choked jerking forwards sharply at the oblivion of stars it sent into his mind. Slowly he came round from the shock realising she hadn’t done it again, he smirked when he realised that she was fighting to regain almost lost control from when he had jumped and clearly hit the right spot in the exact right way. He’d somehow managed to keep the pace and she was definitely losing it, he leaned forwards to nip at her lip with a smirk as she glared at him. His hand on her hip gripped tighter as he realised she wasn’t the only one losing the battle for control.
“For once in your life couldn’t you have been patient?” He hissed not wanting it to end yet, not wanting the dream to go just yet. She smirked and gasped as her body tensed with the first waves of bliss. Jack cried her name as he was jolted violently into his own orgasm by her spasms.
:/
Oria watched as Jack drifted off into a content deeper, exhausted sleep, slowly her hand dropped from where it had been resting on his arm. The supposed ‘gift’ from Jones of entering others dreams by physical contact had only been used to torment others, now she prayed it would bring Jack some peace at least for one night. A hand rested on her shoulder and tugged gently, “Come on, Captain will be getting suspicious.” She glanced back at Bootstrap and nodded.
She paused and turned back to study Jack before they disappeared through the ocean and re-appeared in the brig of the Flying Dutchman. Oria leaned against the bars wearily, Bootstrap shook his head, “I shouldn’t have let you talk me into doing that. We both know the trouble I’ll get into if he finds out.”
“And what Mr Turner would you suggest as a suitable punishment?” They both turned and stared at the stairs in shock.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY IN POSTING THIS CHAPTER, HAD ANOTHER MULTIPLE DAY AND NIGHT VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT QUITE 100%. DEFINITELY GETTING THERE THOUGH.
THANKS TO Stipje FOR REVIEWING AGAIN, LOVE YOU FOR IT!
I THINK CHAPTER 15 IS GOING TO HOLD MY MAJOR TWIST BUT I'M NOT QUITE SURE HAVING NOT WRITTEN IT YET, THAT'LL BE UP ON THE 9th OF FEBRUARY ALL BEING WELL.