Kindred Spirits

"We all need to look into the dark side of our nature - that's where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that
because it holds pieces of us we're busy denying."

-Sue Grafton-

Chapter 18

- Like two ships passing in the night ... -

'Do those bruises still 'urt?' he inquired while he studied her face and arms. True, the swelling on her face had lessened somewhat, but all the bruises she had were still as “beautiful” as ever, especially the ones on her arms. He could see the impressions of rough digits in the bruises when she rolled up her sleeves.

'I've felt worse,' she stated emotionless while she glanced out of the small window in front of them. Port Royal looked peaceful now, almost serene as the sun began to set and the night-time fog began to appear along the streets. Day was soon to trade places with night, and from her vantage she could just catch a glimpse of the full moon that waited behind a formation of clouds, eager to make her grand appearance. Devon sighed. It always amazed her that no matter how wonderful or dismal the place was, no matter how joyous or ghastly the situation – the setting sun and the rising moon would always have their dance. Their forms and shapes might change, their colours might blend and cascade a bit differently each day, but they would rise and set just like they had done for centuries previously and as they would do for centuries to come. They would rise and fall, just like the ocean would when the sun and the moon would draw in the tides. Devon had always been fascinated with their capacity to control the water level when one left so that the other could shine.

She trembled slightly as she felt warmth envelope her and a small stream of air slide past her cheek, which in turn caused a few of her hairs to twirl around her face. 'Yer an extraordinary woman, ye know tha', Duville?' Oh just listen ta tha' voice... deep, melodic, sensual. Bet he'd be a great singer... she pondered, hesitant to speak her mind since she was a bit unsure whether he had meant the “extraordinary” as a compliment or an insult. Pr'bly th' latter...

As she turned her head slightly, the whiskers of his moustache brushed her lips. She drew her head back a bit and smiled; the small diamond embedded in her tooth catching the colours of the setting sun.

'How do ye know I'm even a woman, Sparrow?' she teased while she tried to step past him to escape the awkward situation of this closeness. She was losing control already, just by the mere sound of his voice. It seemed that he triggered a primal instinct inside of her and she was not willing to let that go. Not yet.

Jack pulled her back by her wrist, and he knew he used too much force when her lip twitched ever-so-slightly. He never meant to hurt her, but Devon still would not give in. She did her best to hide the flash of pain in her wrist and averted her eyes from his gaze. Never show pain. Never! Unfortunately for her, Jack did notice that she was in pain, though that slight twitch was all he saw.

'Trust me Duville, I know a woman when I see one. An' yer ALL woman,' he grinned deviously as he raked her body with his eyes.

Devon spoke flatly, as she belatedly realised that he had meant the "extraordinary" as a compliment, 'Forgot ye investigated that territory Sparrow.'

He pulled her close to him, 'And ye should know tha' I 'ave every intention of investigatin' it even further,' he purred while a devilish smile curled his lips.

'Can ye ever say anythin' without havin' a double meanin' b'hind it?'

'Can you?'

'Try me damnedest not to,' she grinned. 'Altho' I 'ave a reputation ta keep up ye know.'

'And if yer as good at tha' as ye are at keepin' certain body parts up, ye 'ave nothin' ta worry about, ye lil' bitch.'

At his “insult” Devon forcefully grabbed hold of his braided, beaded beard and yanked his head down, successfully hurting him while even pulling out a few hairs in the process. Jack yelped, 'Ouch woman! Don't ye know how much tha' bloody hurts!'

Devon lips curled into a predatory smile, and he was eerily reminded of a wild animal about to attack its prey. 'I've told ye tha' would be Miss Bitch to ye, Sparrow! Ye really should try an' remember tha'! An' don't be such a pansy fer God's sake! If ye wanna spend th' night wit' me, ye'll 'ave ta get used ta a certain degree of pain.' As her speech progressed, she continued to move closer to him, so that when she stopped her lips almost touched his, leaving just enough room for a stream of air to flow through his rugged moustache. This had him filled with anguish and anxiety, and he could read the same in her eyes while she looked haughtily back at him.

He looked at her, she was so confident. Her eyes radiated a fire that sent a shiver down his spine and made his heart pound. He knew there was no denying that the words she had just spoken in her affluent, weathered drawl was music to his ears. He couldn't hold back any longer and forced his lips onto hers, and poured out all his suppressed passion into that single kiss.

Before he even gave her time to react, he suddenly pushed her back and strode past her as he shoved her aside. This is not a good idea. Not good at all. All th' naughty, indecent things I could be doin' to her, or th' ones she could do ta me...They might be what I need, what I want, but they're bad, very bad... extremely bad! His thoughts were in complete disarray as he paced the floor, fidgeting with his fingers. But what'll 'appen after I've had me way wit'her? I 'ave ta get her back ta Drake, but what if she wants ta stay wit' me? Women get attached to me all th' time, why would she be different? I can't allow tha' ta happen. She's gonna claim me. What if she wants more than a one night thing? But she's got a reputation that proves otherwise, Jack! He sighed, Yes, but I 'ave a reputation too, women don't let go easily when it comes ta ol' Jack... But you want her, don't ye Jack? Ye wanna feel her, touch her... ever thought tha' it might be you tha' doesn't want this ta end after tonight? Hmmmm? Ye need her an' ye want her, don't ya? He bit his lip again, noticing how this had become quite the habit of his since their first encounter, drawing blood this time. God only knows how much I do... but if I do everything's gonna change... He shook his head firmly, tasting the metallic flavour in his mouth, while his trinkets clashed together and hit his face. Wait a minute ... I'll just ignore th' bitch so nothin' happens. I'm just gonna think o' cabbage all night! That ought to extinguish those feelings of lust from me mind. Cabbages! He smirked. Big, green cabbages. And with as much determination he could muster he kept the thought of cabbages in his mind, and he was doing a fine job at that, until he felt a warm rough hand graze his neck, and fingers nestling in his hair. She pressed her body against his and spoke very softly with her mouth very close to his ear. Her rich voice touched his eardrum as she spoke. He balled his firsts and his mind yelled, CABBAGE, CABBAGE, CABBAGE!

'I'm not th' kind o' woman tha' likes ta be ignored, Sparrow,' she whispered into his ear while she twirled a strand of his tousled hair around her finger. 'I know ye want me an' ta be frank, I am in a givin' mood tonight. Yer worried, right? Don't worry yer handsome head, Capt'n. Jus' look at us as two ships passin' in th' night. Tonight we drop anchor an' enjoy th' time there is ta spend together. After tha' we go our separate ways an' never speak o' tonight again. No questions asked, no strings attached.'

He turned around and looked into her eyes, which were now glistening liquid silver as they caught the moonlight. 'That simple, eh?'

She planted a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, 'Life, dear Captain, is only as complicated as ye want ta make it. I admit I can be difficult, but tonight I am a simple gel. I don't desire big words or promises neither of us is willin' ta keep, an' I won't give no guarantees either. Let's not complicate things. I'm jus' looking for a big strong man ta spend some time with. An' tonight, mon Capitan, you will do.' She said as her hand travelled lower along his spine. She gave him a seductive grin and hoarsely whispered, 'Oh yes, ye'll do just fine.'

Now at this point Jack's mind had forgotten the meaning of the word cabbage all together and was focused on the words coming out of those luscious, beautiful lips of hers. Where th' bloody hell did tha' come from! But before Jack could process that thought any further, her fingers travelled from his back across his chest and her lips were crushed onto his. Any stray thought he may have had at this point was driven out of his mind and he could think of nothing else but the perverted fantasies that she seemed to extract from his mind. Everybody had a dark side, he knew, but this woman – the one that seemed to have found her way into his mind – was the darker side of him. He blanched as he remembered the words she had sung in the cell earlier – she had voiced those exact words. Before he could dwell on the irony of that situation, lust took over and his fingers snatched a hold on the black leather that embraced her body like a second skin and tried to pull her back to him. But Devon had other ideas and promptly shoved his fingers aside and forced him to sit down.

She stood up and strode away from him, taking slow, deliberate steps and sashaying her way across the room. She stopped and turned around when she reached a point where he could not reach or touch her. Jack's eyes sparkled with mischief when she began to sluggishly remove her boots. Jack soon found that he didn't need to force himself to stay in the chair since he was stunned by what was going on in front of him, but that didn't stop his hands from just itching to aide her in ridding herself of her clothing. Devon gave him a full view of her cleavage when she bent over further than she needed to, in order to distract his eyes from the map that was still hidden inside her boot. I might be in a sharin' mood, but I'd be damned if th' wrong Capt'n gets th' map! She thought, while she made sure the map would remain hidden from sight.

When she glanced up quickly from underneath the veil of curls that fell over her face, she was pleased to see that he couldn't keep his eyes off her chest. Devon smirked. Yer goin' ta be a lot o' fun ta play wit', Sparrow. Slowly she rose to her full height again and agonizingly slowly undressed herself, almost dancing around the room, her body bathed in the moonlight while she let more and more of her clothes and weapons fall to the floor.

The rays stuck her every curve, her countless scars, tattoos and bruises. The light cast a glow on her, and Jack snorted when he realized that it made her look almost angelic – but the look in her eyes gave her away completely. Devon danced slowly about him and devoured him with her eyes. Jack could feel his blood pumping, and he was sure that she would be able to hear it as well. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any other woman in the past. Giselle, Scarlett, Ebony, Sue-Ellen, Dolores – none of them could hold a candle to this beauty before him. Hell they weren't worthy of standing in the shadow of this hedonistic piratess. He wanted her so bad it hurt, literally. His breeches were getting too tight for comfort and sitting down like this hurt him like hell. Devon gradually danced towards him, and kept her eyes locked on his. She would only meet his eyes every so often since his seemed to roam her body most of the time, but occasionally they would travel back to hers and Devon found herself drowning in their depths.

While she undressed his lean muscular torso, she briefly shivered when she felt the nakedness of his skin and could feel his dark eyes as they scanned her body and it made her dizzy with anticipation. She simply couldn't keep her eyes off him. She had known, and felt, how strong he was – but feeling the muscle of his naked chest and seeing his scars, tattoos and wounds positively overwhelmed her. The tattoos were nicely done, though she couldn't help but think that she could've done a better job. Apparently he never visited Lee, since she had yet to see anything that looked like his handiwork. Had he done any of these, she knew they would've been quite a bit more detailed. Even with their minor faults, she still had to admit that they were beautiful and suited him well. As her eyes continued their journey along his chest, she ironically found a few wounds at his side that were similar to some scars that she bore. The Navy had given her those a few years back in Nassau and had probably given him his. They never did excel in originality when it came to torment. Can't teach a dumb dog new tricks now can ye Dee?

Jack slowly traced the rugged lines of a scar underneath her right breast with his finger. Devon's hairs stood on end and she got chills, and it was all due to the slight tickling sensation of his long fingers as they caressed her skin. The long rugged scar went all the way down to below her navel. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, 'Now where did ye get tha'?'

'Hispañola,' she stated flatly. 'Not one of me best stories I'm afraid,' while she idly played with one of the braids in his hair.

'Care ta tell me 'bout it?'

'Nay,' she said as she claimed his lips, her mouth swallowing the words on the tip of his tongue before he got the chance to ask again.

After a few minutes Jack broke the kiss and grazed his fingers across the Jolly Roger tattoo on her hip. 'How 'bout this one then?' He recognised the symbols on it – it was her father's flag.

'Yer a Capt'n aren't ya, ye know what it means...'

'Yer dad's eh?' She nodded while she stretched herself out in front of him.

He couldn't help but admire her body again, she was strongly built for a woman, her body suited for hard labour and yet still so damned feminine, his eyes were drawn to her immediately but of course this could have something to do with the fact that she was completely naked and sprawled out in front of him. He was stunned, since even the whores and wenches that he spent time with kept some of their clothing on.

''Ave ye no shame, Duville?' he managed to cough out though his eyes were locked on the profile of beautiful backside. His eyes roamed the curve of her hips… His hands yearned to touch her again. If only there had been a bit more light in this loft, then he would have been able to see even more of her.

'Ye mean about me nakedness?' she asked, full-well knowing the answer. 'Why? Do ya see anythin' I should be ashamed 'bout then?'

'Can't say tha' I do,' he smirked.

'Then stop askin' such irrelevant questions...' she said while she turned away from him and stared out of the small window.

As she stood in the moonlight, she gave him quite a view of her arched back while she walked away, and he spotted two intricate large dark wings, one on each shoulder blade with the words "Ange Noir" written between them. Jack rubbed his chin in quiet admiration. Represents 'er very well, she be just tha'. A dark angel... MY ange noir... BLOODY HELL! Where th' blazes did tha' come from! How he hated that voice! He shook it off as his gaze dropped lower along her beautiful back.

Thankful for the light, Jack spotted another tattoo on his way down, just above her bum, the very one he had seen flashes of earlier. Now that he finally got the chance to see what it was, he took his time to examine the artwork. It was something he would not have expected, though undeniably fascinating, just like her other ones had been.

His eyes surveyed the two s-shaped black dragons that faced each other in front of the wheel of a ship, the centre of which had been designed to look like the face of a compass. He also noted that the dragons were not spitting fire, but were spitting water instead. Clearly she really did love the ocean, and if he didn't know better, he guessed that she also longed to captain a ship of her own one day. Tattoos were a forte of his, having so many himself, and he knew they told stories of the person who bore them. Though most designs were a mystery to the onlooker since the stories behind them were not revealed to just anyone. And this particular one – usually hidden by layers of strong leather and thin cotton – could've very well told him the most about the beautiful, stubborn, cocky and hedonistic woman that stood naked before him.

While smirking at the thoughts of her running through his head, his eyes travelled lower still and he noticed the tattoo on her well-toned butt: two entwining D's in front of two crossed pistols, surrounded by flames. He gazed at it, naturally admiring both the artwork and the canvas. He greatly enjoyed the way the artist had adorned her tan skin with her initials. How did she get so tan, anyway? He mused, after looking closer and seeing no clear distinction between the colour of her skin he gave up that train of thought and acted on impulse. He walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to him. Devon found herself wishing that he would never let her go. Naturally, a split second later she cursed her mind for betraying her. Ye said ta keep it simple, Dee. And there ya go and make things complicated again... or is it tha' ye love him after all?

She wildly threw her head back, her curls pouring down and around her face and neck. She didn't love... she couldn't love... she was a pirate! But if she did, it might just have to stay her little secret now wouldn't it? And at this point in time, she wasn't worried because she just simply lusting after him. Oh yes, she was lusting after him real bad.

Jack wasted no time and kissed her roughly while his whiskers tickled her skin. Then he broke the deep, zealous kiss to place butterfly kisses over the scar he had given her weeks ago. He instantly regretted giving her said scar when he felt its rough edges with his lips and knew that she didn't have it stitched. Just like when he didn't have the scar on his arm tended too. Hmmm, perhaps she didn't want ta answer questions either?

As the pale moonlight fell upon her face, its brilliance made her hair seem almost midnight blue instead of inky black. He – again – found himself admiring her beauty. Her blue eyes glistened under the moonlight and he wondered how it was possible that the Hellcat could look this good even when she was bruised. In his eyes she looked like a dark fairy, a dark angel, an empress of the night. The scars and tattoos on her skin only made her more attractive to him. Perhaps he understood their appeal because of the fact that he bore such scars and tattoos himself, and knew how they enhanced one's appearance – even a woman's... maybe especially a woman's for that matter. It intrigued him because never before had he met a woman with designs on her skin. Sure his whores and wenches were dirty, but never the less they were clean in that sense.

She was no blushing virgin with fair and undamaged skin. To him, her body was like a treasure map. Every single scar had a story behind it and every tattoo told its myth. All of them were landmarks, guiding him along the curves and rims of her body and subsequently were showing him more and more of who she was. She was a chart that he desperately wanted to explore. And here she was giving him his wish, unfolding herself before him, revealing every inch of herself for him to explore to his heart's content.

And for the first time in her life, Devon relinquished her desire to control as she handed him the leashes and submitted herself to his command.

After all, he does outrank me. He IS a Captain. And it will only be fer a lil' while...

She cupped his face with her hand and pulled it up by gently tugging his twin braided beard so his eyes levelled with her own instead of her breasts. 'Don't make me regret this, Sparrow,' she said hoarsely and she felt her heart start to race as he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his breeches. It seemed that he was just like her, and he felt no shame and proudly showed off his body. Very thankful indeed, she feasted her eyes on his masculine figure as she let her eyes feast upon his physique.

'Oh ye needn't worry 'bout tha' Miss Bitch, I promise,' he whispered as he looked her deep into her eyes.

'Ah, a promise from a dishonest man... somehow tha' doesn't sound real trustworthy ta me.' She moaned as she felt his hand slide between her thighs.

He looked deeper into her eyes, 'A promise made from a dishonest man to a dishonest woman means just as much as one made from an honest man to an honest woman, luv,' he said matter-of-factly as he slid inside of her. The warm dampness that surrounded him told him she wanted this just as much as he did.

Devon had to agree that his explanation made perfectly good sense, so she shrugged her shoulders and gave in. She moved her body and skilfully followed his rhythm, grinding her hips with each thrust. Jack started teasingly slowly, then gradually picking up his pace when he noticed she was urging him to go on. Devon felt as though all of her hidden emotions were released and she had no control over her actions anymore. The things this man was doing to her were beyond her comprehension. All she knew was that the Dragon was now loose.

Jack Sparrow seemed to sense what she wanted and needed and was able to get her primal instincts to surface. He read her dirty little mind, revealing all of her hidden emotions and fantasies. And little by little he let her in so that she could read his mind as well. He had given her entry to his fantasies... and his eyes weren't so secretive anymore. She could see herself in his eyes, where, before tonight, all she had been able to see was the chocolate darkness, an inexplicable deep, dark abyss.

He kissed her neck and traced her collarbone with his tongue. He felt her pulse while as he did so and couldn't suppress his grin when he felt how her heart was pounding irregularly and loudly. Devon’s nails dug into the flesh of his back and the sensation of pain mixed with his arousal. He thrusts hard again, causing her and himself to gasp in pleasure.

She twisted her body underneath him and he ceased movement promptly.

'Don't bail out on me now, Sparrow,' she whispered hoarsely, voice thick with lust as she grinded her hips again, contracting her muscles around his pride and joy.

CABBAGE, CABBAGE, CABBAGE!

'I 'ave ta Duville (CABBAGE, CABBAGE!), we wouldn't want this to end so soon (CABBAGE!),now would we?' he whispered back while he kissed her face. When he saw the little droplets of salty sweat that glistened on her face and body, all the bloody cabbages in the world could not take away the feelings that raged through his body at that moment, all due to this woman. The woman he – supposedly – hated with a great passion. Now he found himself loving her with a great passion. Loving? Loving? BLOODY HELL! All these mixed emotions were driving him insane, and it certainly did not help him to focus when he heard her moan and looked down at the temptress beneath as she took his finger and put it in her hot mouth as she gently sucked it. The look of seduction in her eyes made his blood boil and urged him to go on. He couldn’t help but give in to his needs again.

Devon herself couldn't bare his passiveness any longer and yanked his head down while she bit his earlobe. She wrapped her legs around his waist and contracted her inner muscles around him. The raging fire inside Jack's body was growing steadily larger and beyond his control. She was bringing out the beast in him. She knew what drove men insane, and what was driving HIM insane at this very moment. He attacked her nipple with his lips and Devon moaned, 'Vous n'a pas d'idée que vous faites à moi.' You have no idea what you are doing to me.

Jack languidly licked her nipple and their eyes met; sapphires and onyxes both glistened with a mixture of delight and arousal. He gave her a trademark asymmetrical grin. 'Oh, mais je fais, mon cher, je fais...' Oh, but I do, my dear, I do... and he kissed her roughly, claiming every inch of her mouth, as he played with her tongue.

Speaking in French had always aroused Devon. Though what Devon didn't know was that the same thing happened to Jack when he spoke the language of love. Devon decided she had played the pacifist role long enough and rolled them over with great skill and ease so she was on top. The feelings that whirled through her body at this moment made her forget about her pain and she indulged in the passion that she and Jack shared. She thrust her hips forward as she touched herself on top of Jack. The pirate didn’t know what was more pleasurable, seeing her enjoyment or feeling his own. Never before had a little rump been this satisfactory. She circled his body and Jack reached out to touch her breasts. The feel of them only added to his arousal and he couldn’t bring himself to let them go. They were perfect for his hands and he had to pull her down so he could play with her nipple again.

They danced the forbidden dance and whilst their sweat mingled, their fluids blended and their bodies became one. It was just like their minds had done much earlier, without either of them even realising it.

Devon contracted her muscles around him as she rode him, clenching him between her strong thighs, and Jack knew her reputation was very well earned. Devon Duville was without a doubt the best lay he ever had. No woman had ever given him these feelings, not even the ones he had to pay extra for. And the best thing was – he thought while his mouth twisted in a devilish grin – they had only just started and there were no charges...

As if she had read his mind Devon moaned, 'I can see aaaaaaaaaaaaah ye live up ta yer reputation, Captain Sparrow. Oooooooooooooh Most men I meet are intimidated hmmmmmmmmmmmm by me or just don't 'ave a clue as ta what they're doing or how ta please a woman, ye’re different...I guess ye earned yer rep after all.' 'OH GOD THIS FEELS GOOD!'

'What are ye, a bloody mind reader or somethin'?' he groaned while he placed his hands on her hips to pick up the pace again. She took him in even deeper as he kneaded her sides with his ring-clad hands.

Devon gave him a wicked grin as she threw her head back, 'Maybe I am, maybe I'm not... but tonight...' she moaned while she looked him deep in the eyes, 'I'll be whatever ye want me ta be...'

'Oh God, Devon...' Jack grunted as he felt her muscles contract around him again, the sensation alone was enough to drive him insane, but the way her eyes seemed to look right through him only added to his ecstasy. It was only in the deep recesses of his mind that he vaguely realised that he had called out her given name. And for the first time and he had said is as if it was the most beautiful name that had ever come out of his mouth. Maybe that was because it was, because she was... his head and heart were overrun with mixed emotions, while his body was flooded with a whirlwind of emotions of a whole different kind. This means somethin', don't it, Jack? Ye know it does, she's gotten to ye... Jack looked up at the woman that was riding him like a wild Amazon. He suddenly became all too aware of a feeling he couldn't identify in the pit of his stomach.

Devon was quite confused when he moaned her name, he had only called her Duville or harassed her before and yet she couldn't suppress a grin when she heard his velvet voice moan her name... Ye hate his guts, remember Dee? Yer just doin' this ta kill time, don't dwell on something as meaningless as tha'... Or is it tha' yer heart gettin' involved this time? It's jus' like I've been tryin' ta tell ye ain't it? Ye've lost track of the line, haven't ye, Dee? Ye've crossed over it so many times it don't even seem ta exist anymore. De ye erase it? Devon tried not to listen to her inner conflicts. This was getting too bloody complicated. What do ye feel for him Dee? Yer horny I know, but what else? Devon bit the inside of her cheek so hopefully the pain would banish that annoying voice from her mind. Then as the voices faded her eyes were drawn to Jack's, and in those eyes she could see that he seemed to be fighting the same inner battle she was... Ye've opened up to 'im, Dee. Don't ye go denyin' it... But he's done the same... ye can tell, cant ye?

Jack's hands roamed her sides again, travelling up to play with her breasts and Devon crushed her lips onto his, playing with his tongue, submitting herself to her lust. As Jack did the same, there was no room for thoughts anymore as pure, sheer passion claimed every inch of their bodies.

After a while gravity lost its hold on them and the pair entered a state of pure bliss.


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The moans Will had heard on the loft earlier only got louder, as did the pounding and shovelling sounds. In fact the sounds were becoming so loud they even found their way into the Turner's bedroom. It seemed that Jack and Devon weren't the only ones that would get no sleep that night... It seemed that they were also the cause of a certain Will Turner's insomnia as well.

TBC