Proffitable Affairs

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter 20


A few days later…

Mary frowned in her sleep and turned over in the circle of the arms that were surrounding her. She gave a small groan and opened one sleepy eye. All she could see from her place on Jack’s chest was the small scar on his neck that her father’s attack had caused. She blinked when she realized that she had gone to bed alone and definitely not snuggled up to him.
“Better now?” She heard his husky voice next to her ear and she jumped in surprise in his arms.
“Now?” she asked confused as she moved her head slightly back to look at him. He opened his eyes and gazed at her with a frown.
“You were screaming and tossing around when I came in. You wouldn’t calm down so I slipped into bed with you.” He said slowly and it was then that she remembered her dream, or should she say nightmare?
“Bad dream?” Jack asked and she nodded, her eyes darting around the cabin.
“It’s still night?” she looked around as she tried to pull back from his strong arms, which-she realized with a blush-were bare.
“Hmmm…We docked.” He murmured and instead of releasing her he pulled her closer again.
“Tortuga?” She guessed and he nodded.
“Tomorrow we’ll fix the ship.”
“And…my father?” She asked and he grimaced.
“He’s here…Somewhere.” He muttered and she reluctantly lay back down on his shoulder again. Jack groaned contently at her decision to lie back in his arms and rested his head on the pillow.
“Has he talked to you?” She asked him quietly as she wondered what exactly to do with her hands. Should she put them around him? On his chest? Or she should simply hold them between their bodies even if it was a tad uncomfortable?
He solved her little problem by taking her hands and wrapping them around his torso, a grin on his face as he gazed down at her.
“No, he didn’t. He grumbled something as he stepped by me, but that was all. I think he might have a problem with me.” Jack said innocently, but his eyes were twinkling.
“I can guarantee you that.” She whispered softly as she gazed at her arms that were locked around him by his own hands that held them there.
“Did you dream about what happened the other day?” he asked as he let go of her hands and started playing with her tousled hair instead.
“Yes…I think so, but I don’t really remember the dream…”
“I need to find a way to get the map back. It’s useless in his hands anyway-Ouch!” he hissed as he tried to move and his back protested at the movement. A sharp pain went up his spine and he cursed.
“What’s wrong?” Mary asked as she sat up slightly.
“Been sitting all day at the helm. Me bloody back’s hurting.” He grunted as he looked at her briefly. A smirk stretched slowly on his face and he turned his devious eyes towards her.
“You wouldn’t be so kind as to do me favor, would you, love?” he asked and she frowned.
“Favor? What kind of favor?” Mary eyed him suspiciously. She didn’t like that look in his eyes.
“Well, you could put those hands of yours to good use. I think that they could do real wonders on me.” He said as he turned on his stomach and looked at her hopefully.
“Backrub?” She stated wearily and he nodded.
“What do I get in return?” She asked in a lighter mood and he grinned widely.
“Whatever you want.” He breathed as he leaned closer to brush his nose against hers playfully.
“A new chamber pot.” She said and his grin fell.
“That’s…attractive, love.” He muttered as he’d hoped she’d ask something he could give with his hands or perhaps his lips…or…
“It was not meant to be attractive. We need a new one.” She said with a shrug and he pulled back from her face with a pout.
“Fine. Just rub me.” He muttered and she smiled before she got onto her knees next to him. She was suddenly face to face with his tanned, tattooed back and she gulped. It was like watching a piece of art; like a painting.
“Use that.” He outstretched his hand, but when she didn’t take the object he held he looked at her sideways.
“Love?”
Mary broke out of her daze and she quickly took the small bottle from his hands with blushing cheeks.
“What’s this then?” she asked after clearing her throat.
“It’s scented oil.” He stated as he stretched out cat-like upon the sheets.
“Oh…Where did you get it?” She whispered as she uncorked the bottle and sniffed it.
“Singapore. A bit feminine for me tastes, but I thought you’d appreciate the effort.” He mumbled into his pillow as he patiently waited for her to get onto the back rubbing.
“Me? You got this for me? Why?” She asked, or better squeaked, and he chuckled.
“Well, I do plan to return the favor at some point.” He said and she felt her blush spreading onto her neck at the thought.
“That’s all right. My back’s in perfect condition.” She said evenly as she put some of the oil in her hands.
“I am not planning on using it on your back, love.” He said just to rile her up and he was rewarded by a slap on his lower back.
“You always want to make me blush, don’t you?” She muttered as she tried to decide where exactly to put her hands.
“Me mission in life.” He murmured as her hands finally made contact with his shoulder blades and started gliding over his bronzed skin.
“Why aren’t you out with the others?” She queried as she pressed her fingers against his flesh, drawing a groan from his mouth.
“I was tired.” He breathed and she raised an eyebrow.
“Really? I’ve never heard you say that you’re tired.” She stated and he smirked.
“I don’t usually complain about me duties, kitten. I love them.”
“I can see that.” Mary said quietly as she slid her slippery hands over his back with admiring eyes, for the oil made his skin even more appealing in the candlelight. Her pale complexion was nothing compared to his tanned skin.
“If you’d be so kind as to reach me neck too?” Jack said in a low, content voice and Mary had to straddle his thighs in order to get to his neck. Jack inwardly hissed at the action and his eyes closed as her warm weight settled on the back of his thighs. He could stay like that forever.
“Better?” She asked uncomfortably and he nodded as he leaned into her touch.
“Much.” He groaned as he sat up and turned over onto his back, holding her in place with his hands on her hips.
“You’re staining the sheets!” she yelped and she had to clutch at the bed covers in order to stay upright.
“I like staining the sheets.” He said playfully as he clutched her to his chest and grinned at her roguishly. Mary gave up trying to escape him and slumped against him chuckling.
“Shall I return the favor now?” he asked in her ear as he pushed her hair aside to nip at her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.
“I…” Her voice failed her and she had to clear her throat twice.
“I-…No, thank you. I am rather tired.” She said in an unusually high pitched voice. She sensed him grin against her skin and then she felt his lips planting kisses on her hair and temple. His hands had started to slowly rub her hips through her nightdress in small circles and she found herself suddenly breathless. His lips changed course and slowly, but steadily located her mouth. He gently teased her lips with his mouth and tongue before he pressed a firm openmouthed kiss on her parted lips. Her hands flew to the pillow by his head as she returned the kiss slowly while his hands gripped her hips more firmly. He bucked under her and pushed her down onto him as he ravished her mouth hungrily.
The bloody girl had slithered her way under his skin and wouldn’t leave him alone unless he had her; all of her. And no, he didn’t want her body only. He wanted everything from her. Her glances, her thoughts, her heart; everything she owned. Those thoughts scared him, but he couldn’t help but to want to posses her completely. He didn’t know what it was about her that made him so powerless against her. He even wanted to murder her father for what he had done to her. He wanted to kill him as many times as those hurtful words had hurt Mary’s heart; his lass’ heart.
And there was that possessiveness issue he had to deal with. He had never been possessive of a woman before. Hell, he didn’t care if his women had belonged to other men before him and now he was being smug and quite joyous for having a woman who was pure with every sense of the word. He had never cared for virgin, innocent women before. They didn’t do it for him; they had to be handled gently and he was generally impatient and demanding in bed. If that was so, why was so drawn to her? He didn’t have a clue.
His desired filled thoughts were shattered when Mary broke the kiss for air and quickly rolled onto her back quite breathless.
“Jack-…” She didn’t have time to continue for his body covered hers in no time and his mouth sought out hers while his hands clutched at the covers next to her head to trap her under him. Mary lost herself into the kiss and secretly welcomed the solid weight of his body on top of her own. Her hands slid up his arms to clutch at his oily back and she laughed against his lips at the slippery feeling. He pulled away from her lips long enough to chuckle huskily along with her before his hands slid up her arms to grasp hers tightly.
His lips descended down her jaw to her neck as his body rubbed alongside hers sensually. Mary’s breath caught in her throat and her nails bit into the skin of his hands as he held them. He hissed against her neck and attacked her skin even more hungrily in response to the slight pain she had just caused him. A low growl was drawn from his throat when he felt her legs locking around his waist. One of his now slippery hands flew to her knee to keep her there while he set up a slow thrusting rhythm against her. Mary moaned softly and Jack grunted in response as he slid his lips to her gasping mouth again. He slowly coaxed her into a deeper kiss as he kept moving against her, rubbing himself against her heated core, his breeches and the material of her nightdress the only things separating them. Jack’s desire was at its breaking point at the moment and he feared that if he kept moving like that he would embarrass himself. Having her hands on him had been more than exciting for him and he was shocked by his response to her innocent touches.
His hands were already pulling her nightdress up her legs and they were locked in a deep kiss when someone started banging on the door.
Jack tore his mouth away from his wife’s sweet lips to groan angrily.
“Go away! It’s in the middle of the night! I’m asleep!” He thundered as Mary tried to catch her breath.
“Jack! You need to come out! I need to tell you something!” Gibbs’s voice rang loudly around them and Jack almost whimpered when Mary lowered her legs from around his waist, freeing him. He looked down at her and with a last long kiss on her already swollen lips he pulled back from her, hissing in disappointment as he did so.
“Don’t move.” He commanded in a dead serious voice and she could only nod dazedly. He grabbed his shirt and put it on before he opened the door to face a fidgeting Gibbs.
“What is it? I thought you were in town.” Jack said as he shut the cabin door and looked expectantly at his first mate. God’s sake! His bloody groin was on fire. He resisted the urge to throttle Gibbs.
“I was in a tavern and guess what I saw there.” Gibbs said quietly.
“What?”
“You can’t guess?”
“Are we going to be here all night? I have a wife to tend to.” Jack snapped and Gibbs frowned.
“Tend? The lass? What…Oh, you finally…?” Gibbs trailed of with a smirk, but Jack only scowled.
“To the matter at hand, Gibbs. What did you see and why was it so important that you had to talk to me in the middle of the bloody night.” Jack hissed with a glare.
“Oh, right. I was drinking and then I saw the lass’ father, but he wasn’t alone.”
“No? Who was with him?” Jack asked confused. Gibbs took a deep breath and then answered.
“Elizabeth Turner. Our dear King.” He said at last and Jack’s eyes widened.
It was certain; his more than pleasing night was ruined.

End of chapter 20