What Would You Do? *1*

Author: Pilgrim
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.

WARNINGS: HET - DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Chapter 14 - Sweet Relief

Night fell swiftly; Jack hooked the rope noose over the wheel to keep it steady and headed down the ship to where Oria and Will were sat on barrels eating biscuits silently. The boy avidly avoiding looking at her still upset at having his apology rejected. Jack leaned against the mast and watched them for a few seconds before speaking up.

“We’re going to anchor for the night, too dangerous for us to sail in the dark without a full crew and we need our rest.” Oria nodded and brushed her hands on her trousers standing smoothly and heading over to the rigging.

“I’ll get the sails in.” Jack shook his head, his eyes watching her carefully.

“Take too much time to unfurl them in the morning, we’ll leave them overnight. They won’t come to any harm. Will, go round and check all the knots and I’ll let the anchor down. Oria, you stay here and have a few more biscuits, get some flesh back on those bones of yours.” She raised an eyebrow and watched the two men go about the ship readying it for the night and duly ignoring the biscuits, flesh on her bones she snorted and folded her arms tightly about herself. She wasn’t about to submit to that command, alright so it was only a small defiance but still, it was the thought that counted.

This new dominating Jack was going to have a fight on his hands again, sure there were still elements of the old naïve one there but then there was evidence of a strong man breaking through as well. His boundaries needed to be tested once again and she was the one that intended on pushing him once again to his limits. Oria watched him as he tugged against the lock holding the port anchor up, it clattered down the side of the ship noisily.

It took them nearly an hour till Jack was satisfied the ship would be safe and not go floating off without his direction. He came and sat in silence for a bit munching on a few biscuits Oria had left out, his eyes flicked up from the crumbs as she came back up from the hold and watched him for a few seconds in silence. Will was rubbing his eyes tiredly looking more like a little boy than a full grown man. She walked over to him; he was gazing out over the ocean in between trying to stay awake.

“You should get some sleep; we’ll be on our way early in the morning to Tortuga, with a good wind we should be there by nightfall.” She rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently in encouragement; he grasped her hand tightly and turned to face her.

“You were on the Pearl, what might they do with her… with Elizabeth?” She met his gaze quietly; the lad looked beyond terrified at the sights his imagination was feeding him.

“Barbossa is harsh but fair. She will be fine, besides Will; she’s under the protection of parley. He wouldn’t harm anyone under that…” He scowled at her in confusion.

“She’s under parley? How do you know that?” Silently she cursed herself but gave him a fond smile as her thoughts raced by quickly jumping on the idea that sprung to mind.

“She seems like a smart lass from what you’ve said. I’m sure she would have the wit to use it to her advantage.” She patted his shoulder and he seemed to swallow the quickly made up excuse clearly too worried and tired to contemplate much into it.

“I think I’ll take heed of your words and try and get some sleep.” He walked past her slowly heading for the crews’ hold.

“The first mates cabin is over there, it’ll be more comfortable than the crews’ hammocks.” He nodded wearily and headed towards the door. Hands crept about her waist the second the door shut.

“Alone at last…” Hot lips kissed at the back of her neck tenderly, she smiled and turned in Jacks’ grasp swiftly wrapping her arms about his shoulders.

“We should take this to your new cabin. I doubt Will would appreciate stumbling out on us.” Jack merely grinned as he ran his hands up and down her back revelling in the familiar feel of her muscles under his fingers. How he had longed for that touch again, that familiar caress and heat that seemed to pour form her. Eight years of waiting and he was more than ready to re-make old acquaintances and bonds.

“I doubt he’d mind much pet. Probably be the most excitement he’s had in all in his short life seeing you… writhing… against me.” Her hands lay flat against his chest.

“Nice try.” She tugged him closer by his jacket kissing him roughly before pulling away, “You want me Jack Sparrow, you’re going to have to catch me.” She pushed him away harshly and ran up the steps to the helm, he growled in annoyance.

“Oria, this is not the time to be playing games love. I’ve waited very, very patiently for eight years.” She leaned against the wheel lazily inspecting her fingernails.

“Then a few more minutes won’t do you any harm will they? Besides, you ain’t been that patient from what the whores say.” She bit back a laugh at his frustrated look as he chased up the steps after her; she ducked his grasp and ran down the other steps. He called her name quietly afraid of awakening Will and blowing his chances. Jack jogged over to the other end of the ship; he glanced about for her in the shadows. The moonlight was not revealing her at all; a hand grasped his wrists and drew them behind his back tightly.

“Captain Jack Sparrow, it appears I have caught you. What will my prize be?” He ripped his wrists from her tight grasp and spun pinning her against the banister with his body, his hands clamping hers down against the wood. Her mouth fell open in surprise; he was a lot faster in his thoughts than last time and he was grinning devilishly knowing she had not expected him to react like that. He had finally achieved the hard task of surprising her.

“To be ravished right here, because I can not wait any longer.” He kissed her roughly seeking the ties to her trousers; she wriggled free and laughed as she danced away, “Oria, this condition is not one to be tolerated for long in any suitable frame of mind. And it most certainly isn’t a joke.” But anger was not behind his threat; amusement was riding high on it, he heard a cabin door shut and smiled.

Stalking towards it he opened the Captains’ door smoothly and gazed into the dark room, he couldn’t see anything but he could sense her there, somewhere in the gloom, watching him. Easing himself into the room he pressed the door closed with his back and waited for her to appear. Without warning she was pressed against him hotly her lips tackling his as her tongue tempted his into a dual. He chuckled and wrapped his arms about her waist dragging her as close as he could, he felt her grin against his lips and wrap her arms about him once more.

“Eight years is far too long Jack Sparrow.” He pushed her back gently and headed towards the faint silhouette of the bed.

“It’s Captain love, Captain Jack Sparrow and I agree entirely and intend to remedy that situation right now without further delay.” Her hands were already working diligently at his various belts, jackets and shirts. He shrugged them off and began to work at the ties about her shirt, they finished the tasks at equal pace and both began on the others trousers without leaving the kiss. Oria grinned as his came undone first, he groaned as she wrapped her fingers about his length, “That’s called cheating love.” She smirked satisfied at having once again got the upper hand.

“I call it opportunity. Now do you intend on removing my britches or should I help you?” He groaned again as her hand began a gentle rhythm on his desire, his fingers were completely useless and just fumbling at the ties. She was grinning as his head rested on her shoulder trying desperately to undo the leather thong holding her trousers together. Oria bit her lip in amusement as she watched his fingers fumble with the strings uselessly.

“Love, this is not fair in the slightest to poor ol’ Jack. Come on and play fair.” She released him and he watched as her hands batted away his and unfastened her britches sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside with a foot, he watched them land on top of his own a few feet away.

He pushed her back towards the bed sharply. Her legs collided with the edge of the freshly made bed and they tumbled back together her legs entwined around his tightly, lips and tongues fighting for dominance. This was what he enjoyed the fight for dominance; she wouldn’t submit easily to him like the whores did, she fought for every second and kept the passion throughout. He always won, he had the suspicion she let him eventually when he had earned the right to dominate.

She twisted under him suddenly tossing him onto his back and straddled his hips easily as she pinned his hands above his head, he grinned up at her as she lowered her head and kissed him passionately. Slowly her hands released his wrists allowing them to wrap about her drawing her closer to his heated body, she wriggled her hips just above his groin and he groaned at the shooting pleasure and pooling heat. He was getting close, grasping her hips he tugged her off and pinned her back underneath him with a satisfied grin as he urged her thighs to part with his leg and let him lie between. She submitted and wrapped both of her legs about his hips pulling him to her with a soft cry.

“Do you submit?” She grinned, her chest heaving under his own.

“Never.” Jacks’ face fell as he tumbled over once more as she pushed upwards and trapped him beneath her once again this time her hands taking a firmer grip and holding him down forcibly, she nipped at his collarbone, “Tell me why I should.” He tugged against her sharply but she wouldn’t be dislodged.

“Oria, please.” She shook her head and kissed the two scars on his chest, the ones he had taken for her all those years ago. Showing him who was boss once more, showing him that not all the shots would be called by him.

“No. Tell me why.” Her hips rocked gently against his causing the slightest tickling stimulation against his aching member.

“Oria.” His voice had more warning in now; she shook her head and bit a nipple hard before kissing it gently at his cry. He couldn’t stop the groan and the rush of heat that pooled hotly.

“Tell me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper yet it resounded in his intensified sense as if she had screamed it louder than a fog horn.

“I know what you’re… ah! Trying to do.” She was grinning now, the same tickling stimulation now feeling like pins and needles in the increased pressure that was building swiftly.

“What am I trying to do Jack?” She whispered tracing light kisses down his throat as he tugged again against her grip. Oria tightened her fingers about his wrists and nipped at the pulse in his neck.

“Dominating, you’re still mad about me stopping you from rescuing the whelp.” She kissed him gently on the lips and he felt conscious thought begin to leave him with the longing.

“Clever boy, or is it man now?” Slowly she sank onto him enveloping him in her warmth, he almost cried out at the sweet relief of the sensation, “Eyes open.” Jacks’ eyelids fled open as she flexed ever so slightly over him.

“Ah, Oria come on. Eight years… please have some pity.” She shook her head slowly with a grin.

“Tell me, why I should submit to you?” That slow grinding motion of her hips over his, the tensing and releasing of her muscles was driving him to insanity. The relief had soon been evaporated and replaced with desperation to be completed.

“Oria for gods’ sake have some pity.” He almost screamed as she slipped back off him and sat on his thighs his hips twitching to regain the lost contact. Frustration was written all over him as he struggled to regain control of the situation.

“Tell me.” She twisted the other nipple sharply, he hissed at the sharp pleasure-pain response before realising she had put herself at a slight disadvantage. Only one hand was holding both of his, he tugged sharply and sat up throwing her back down onto the bed and pinning her beneath himself swiftly before she had chance to do anything about it.

“Tables turned love.” He entered her still surprised body swiftly before she had chance to wriggle away, relishing the return of the heat encasing him. The relief was almost enough to push him over the edge; slowly he stopped and gazed down, releasing her wrists gently. Her eyebrow was tilted in amusement.

“About time too.” He could feel her legs guiding and urging him towards their mutual goal. Her eyes closed as he slid in again and again and he stifled a cry by burying his head in the crook between her shoulder and neck. He groaned as stars threatened his sight, the pressure, the desperation at its’ height yet so sweetly not ready to be completed. He couldn’t move without fear of losing himself immediately.

“You’re going to kill me one of these days.” He heard her soft laugh and her fingers trailing over his back and sides gently somehow freed from his grasp, how she had so much control to keep herself so still he had no idea. He could see in her eyes that she was easily as far gone as he was both longing to last and neither patient enough to truly keep it up.

Jack smirked; it made him proud knowing she allowed him and only him to touch her; any other man usually lost the part of his body that touched her. He had been her first and he intended to be her last as well, oh he still had whores but he found they were beginning to only sate his short term desires, in the long term he craved her touch without knowing why. His finger ran down her side and ran over the smooth tiger scars that ran from mid spine round her waist and stopped just above her protruding right hip bone.

“Your mine Oria De Monara, all mine and no man shall touch you as long as I draw breath.” She was smiling a finger trailing around his jaw gently. He flexed his hips sharply and felt her arms wrap about his shoulders with a content smile dragging his head back down to capture his lips. Slipping an arm under her hips he tilted them to just the right angle, she took a sharp intake of breath and shuddered against him her nails digging into his shoulders.

Jack smiled cockily as he picked up a stronger tempo and increased it swiftly feeling his own passion rise with the knowledge that he had the luxury of being able to undo her. She gave a cry and her arms gripped him tighter, he clamped his lips to hers eager to swallow any sound she gave. He was rewarded by a series of gasps and cries and muttered words and he chuckled arrogantly before feeling the rising urgency to relieve himself. His tempo changed from controlled to primal and it wasn't long till Oria had lost herself to the sensations and was writhing in his arms with ecstasy dragging his own pleasure from him. He gave a muffled cry as he pistoned into her willing body a few more times before collapsing on her slender frame with exhaustion.

He relished the feel of her under him, he wasn't afraid of hurting her under his much larger bulk, he knew she was far stronger than the slender physique let on and he was too weary and sated to do much else. He felt her laugh slightly under him as her hands ran over his damp back and through his hair soothingly.

“Eight years was far too long.” He grinned as some semblance of strength came back to him and he rolled over dragging her with him, she lay with one leg between his, an arm over his chest and her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm under her and dragged her closer, his eyes slipping closed, the day had definitely been an extraordinary one but the world was once again at rights.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO START UPDATING AGAIN HOPE THAT MADE UP FOR IT

CHAPTER 8 WAS REMOVED ABOUT WILL AND ELIZABETH 'COS IT WAS A LOAD OF ABSOLUTE RUBBISH AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN HAD IT ON MY COMPUTER

ANYWAY, NEXT UPDATE TOMORROW

MANY, MANY THANKS ONCE AGAIN TO mar1966 I REALLY DO APPRECIATE YOUR REVIEWS A LOT!!