Proffitable Affairs

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter24


Mary snuggled further under the warm covers and turned the page of the book she had been reading. It had been quite a day. First a storm had caught up on them and then there had been fight among a couple of crewmen regarding their hammocks. No one had bothered to stop them from jumping at each other and eventually, she had to step in and part them with the help of Gibbs and Cotton. Jack hadn’t bothered since he had been too busy manning the ship and glaring at her father’s ship that was following close behind them.
She shook her head to clear it from her thoughts and she returned to the book at hand. It had to do with pirates; not a surprise because it was in Jack’s collection. She had found it while searching his book collection. Among them there was a sketchbook. She hadn’t had the time to look over the pictures because she had been so engrossed in the book. She was ready to reach for it when the cabin door opened and a semi drenched in seawater Jack walked in.
“Damn it all!” he cursed as he looked down at himself and then at the bed.
Mary paused and looked at him. She gulped when she saw him giving her one of the looks that he had been giving her since their last intimate encounter.
“Eh…everything alright?” she asked uncomfortably as he started removing his coat and then his vest while walking towards the bed.
“Great.” He said as he wiped his wet face with his sleeve.
“Still raining?”
“Hmm.”
“Who’s at the helm?” She wondered out loud as he removed his soaked shirt and threw it aside. He picked up a cloth from his desk and dried himself with it before he turned to her again.
“Gibbs.”
“Oh…You’re not going back then?” She whispered and he raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to go back in the rain?” He asked with a deceptive pout and her eyes widened, not catching his sneaky expression.
“No!’ Her answer was impulsive and she frowned when he smirked.
“Then I am not.” He said as he brought his hands to the fastenings of his breeches. Mary flushed bright red and turned her head away while he chuckled slyly.
“You’ve touched it, love; had your hand around it. Why does looking at it scare you so much?” he asked and she heard his breeches falling to the floor before she felt the bed dip next to her.
“Aha, what we have here? What were you reading?” he asked as he reached over and took the book from her lap. His gaze then fell on the sketchbook in her hands and he froze.
“Where did you get that?” he asked and she swallowed hard.
“I…”
“Did you go through me things?” he asked suspiciously and she didn’t know what to say.
“I only looked at your books. I…I jut found this among them.” She said as he snatched the sketchbook from her hands.
“It was not meant to be seen by anyone, let alone you.” He said with palpable irritation and she felt quite wounded at the words.
“I am sorry. I didn’t know.” She murmured as she pulled back slightly and clutched the covers closer to her chest.
Jack finally looked at her and he immediately regretted his words. Huffing, he thrust the book in her hands again.
“Fine, go ahead and look at it. But if you laugh, you’ll be swabbing the deck for a month!” he warned quite petulantly with a pointing finger.
Mary grimaced at the mere thought of the punishment and hesitated before she slowly opened the sketchbook.
She’s not a baby, mate. His inner voice reminded him.
No, she’s not, but I’d definitely love to punish her…somehow. Maybe a spanking… He grinned at that thought.
“What? Who’s going to get spanked?” Mary asked with wide eyes as she looked at him.
Oh, bugger. I spoke that out loud? His eyes widened almost comically.
“Dave and Grog if they get into another fight.” He quickly said and she seemed quite relieved.
“Oh…” she mumbled as she looked at the open page on her lap. She went wide eyed with wonder this time.
“Oh, my…” She gasped and then looked at Jack who was nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
“Did you draw this?”
“I am afraid I did…Is it so bad?” he asked as he looked at the portrait of a female.
“No…on the contrary.” Mary gushed and he smirked.
“Was that a compliment, love?” he asked as he pushed some hair away from her shoulder so he could caress the exposed skin.
“I suppose…” She was at a loss of words as she kept flipping through the pages. Portraits and even landscapes were among the sketches and someone would think that they were made by a professional.
“You suppose?” He laughed as she kept looking at his drawings.
“But…but how…I mean when…?” she sputtered.
“I am not as uncivil as you might think I am.” He huffed indignantly and she pursed her lips.
“I do not think that.” she shook her head and he quirked an eyebrow, “I meant you never mentioned that you can do this. Besides, I’ve never actually seen you.”
“Well, it was meant to be a secret. What kind of pirate draws?” he snorted and she frowned.
“What’s that got anything to do with it?”
“Yes, well…Have you seen enough?” he asked as he felt his face heating up under her gaze. He took the sketchbook from her and put it away.
“I wasn’t finished looking at it.” She complained as she tried to reach for it. He chuckled and caught her around the waist before he proceeded to pin her down on the bed.
“I am finished looking at you though. Now, I need to touch.” He murmured as his hand trailed down her side, causing her to gasp.
“Jack-…”
“Yes?” he perked up at the sound of his name on her lips. He rather liked how it rolled off her tongue.
“You want to…again…?” she sputtered with surprise and his eyes darkened.
“Oh, yes, love. I would very much want to again.” He breathed huskily as he leaned down to tease her mouth with his lips. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and squeezed as he gently bit down on her lower lip. Her lips parted as his warm, moist breath ghosted over her mouth and she let out a soft moan as his hands rubbed her hips. He scooted closer to her and he gave a pleased grunt at the feeling of her lush body under his.
“Seems like you want to too.” He chuckled as his hand stroked the side of her neck. He closed the distance between them and kissed her slowly, making her sigh against his lips. Her arms went around his neck and he braced himself over her on his elbows before he made himself comfortable between her legs. His kisses went to her jaw as his eyes focused on her face. He grinned when her eyes closed shut and proceeded to kiss and lick at her neck while he ground his hips firmly against hers. Her fingers danced over his bare back and he moaned, surprising even himself at the desperate sound. He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled against it as her tentative lips kissed the spot below his ear. A shiver went up his spine and he groaned as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses on her neck. His hands left her body and fisted on her nightdress, trying to pull it up her thighs and she gasped, her hands clasping his wrists.
“Let go, love.” he murmured hoarsely, trying to free his hands from her grip, “Mary, let me.” He commanded breathlessly, but she only held tighter onto his wrists, afraid to simply give in.
“Jack…” she pleaded, but the desire was obvious in her voice. Cursing under his breath, he pulled back from her and she almost cried out at the loss of his body against hers, but he only grabbed her arms and pulled her over to him so she was straddling his lap. Her hands flew out to his arms to steady herself and she looked down at him as he pressed her down against him, creating delicious friction between them. His hands squeezed her hips as he locked his lips to hers again, her nightdress rubbing against his bare flesh, making him groan. His kissing turned feverish as he bucked under her, one of his hands sliding under the cut of her dress to caress her breast, moaning as he did so. Mary’s nails dug into the tanned skin of his arms, drawing blood and he pulled his mouth away to hiss at the pain.
“I’m sorry!” she gasped and he groaned under her, arching his body towards her.
“Why?” he managed to ask.
“Blood…nails…” she said breathlessly into his ear. He groaned and pulled back to look at her.
“Sod the pain and kiss me.” He hissed as he tangled his hand into her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Her hips rocked against his on their own and she gasped, groaned and whimpered as he undulated under her, moving purposefully. A profound flush colored her cheeks as his hot, solid length sought more friction against her thighs and she gasped, clutching at him more tightly. He hissed, jerked and cursed as he pinned her hips to his with force and she felt her belly clenching as the fire in it exploded.
He moaned deliriously as he stiffened under her and clutched her to him tightly, his lips moving lazily against hers as his body finally relaxed beneath her. He leaned back against the headboard and brought her with him, still holding onto her tightly. He broke the kiss, his lips curving up with satisfaction at the dazed look on her face. His hands cupped her face and stroked her cheeks before he pulled her forward so she could rest her head onto the crook of his neck.
“Mmm…I made a mess.” He commented quite breathlessly and he felt Mary chuckling against him.
He pulled back from her and dragged her behind him to get cleaned up, smirking at the nice little blush that adorned her face.

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Jack was sleeping quite peacefully while snuggled behind Mary when someone started banging on the door. Jack’s nose twitched in irritation at the noise and he only buried his face deeper into Mary’s neck. He inhaled deeply and he only groaned when the knocking continued.
“Go ‘way.” He mumbled just as Mary stirred in his arms.
“What?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Not you. You stay…The noise, go ‘way.” He clarified groggily as he sloppily kissed her neck and tightened his hold on her.
“Captain! Are you still sleeping? You need to come out! We have…guests!” Gibbs called anxiously, but Jack only groaned tiredly.
“I am not expecting any guests.” He called as Mary tried to free herself from his grip.
“Jack, I think it’s serious.” She said as she finally managed to get out of bed and opened the door.
“Oh, lass. Your dear’s father here. He wants to speak to you. Both of you. He doesn’t seem happy.” Gibbs said nervously.
“My father? What does he want? Have we stopped moving?” she asked as Jack slowly sat up and started waking up.
“Tell him to wait.” Jack muttered gruffly, already knowing that his nice sleep was ruined. With a nod, Gibbs left them to get dressed.

End of chapter 24