Proffitable Affairs

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Chapter 26


Mary felt someone’s gaze on her and turned to her right. Crewmen were working, but no one was looking at her. She frowned and the looked to her left. Gibbs noticed her and waved at her with a small smile before he returned to his work. She paused and then looked up only to find Jack staring at her. His eyes widened a friction when he saw her looking back at him and he quickly looked away. She saw his hands flexing around the helm before he opened his compass and started fumbling with it. She carried on looking at him and not long after, he lifted his eyes back to her. This time he held her gaze and in the end she was the one who looked away.
Jack smirked to himself and looked slightly to his right. His eyes narrowed slightly and a slow cunning smile formed on his lips as he watched Vilmort’s ship. He needed a plan and she was the one he needed to play with. He checked his compass and nodded to himself. In a couple pf days they’d arrive to Cuba. Now, that was the place for a little good scheming.

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“I am sorry to say this to you, love, but we need your dear dad out of the picture.” Jack said one night while looking at his charts.
“What?” she exclaimed incredulously as her head snapped up from her book.
“He’s just a pain in me arse. He needs to be away.” He repeated as he leaned back in his chair.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Mary asked and he smirked.
“I am working on that, love. No need to worry your pretty little head.” He grinned as he took a swing of rum.
“Oh, I forgot your incredible amount of intelligence.” She murmured and he chuckled, “And may I ask what happens with me after you achieve your purposes?” she asked and he seemed to ponder her words for a while.
“You can choose.” He said hesitantly.
“Choose?” she asked and she couldn’t help but feel a strange twist in her gut at his words.
“Aye. You can do whatever you wish.” He said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand.
“Oh…I see.” She whispered as she felt all color being drained from her face by that foreign feeling.
Jack watched her as she closed her book and then put it away.
“Then I suggest you hurry up with that plan of yours.” She said quietly as she lay down on the bed and turned her back to him.
“Can’t wait to be free from me, eh kitten?” He tried to make the question light and playful, but he was fighting hard not to grit his teeth.
“No, I think you’re the one who can’t wait.” She muttered and he stood up suddenly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He growled as he dropped the bottle of rum on his desk and headed towards her with his fists curled.
“You know exactly what I mean.” She replied quietly without looking at him.
“Whoa, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who’s been ignoring me since that incident with your dear father. Every time I come to bed I am face to face with your back or, if I’m fortunate enough, with your cold feet. You should do something about that by the way.” He grimaced motioning towards her feet.
“Excuse me? Well, if my feet are so cold then stop encircling them with your own.” She snapped as she turned to face him and his nostrils flared.
“It’s cold and I need heat.”
“Well, you just said I am cold.”
“I didn’t say you were cold, I said your feet are cold.” He retorted and she groaned.
“Gah! Just get away from me, you pirate!” She shrieked angrily.
“You wounded me where it hurt; on me profession.” He mocked, but she didn’t respond.
“You’re not going to talk to me now?” He wondered out loud in disbelief as he placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her with a mixture of anger and amusement.
“I don’t think it makes any difference if I am talking to you or not.” She responded with her voice muffled by her pillow.
“Bugger, love…What is wrong with you?” he asked with a sigh as he sat down behind her on the bed and placed a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and bit her lip.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, sure. Nothing.” He muttered softly as he touched her arm and slowly rubbed it with his fingers. He leaned in closer and peered down at her face. She was staring ahead of her, but her eyes were a bit glazy.
“Mary.” She shuddered at the sound of her name on his lips and looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.
“Things don’t have to be like this between us, you know. You only need to relax, love.” He whispered as his lips touched her cheek and his arm went around her waist.
“I am relaxed.” She spoke quietly.
“No, you’re not. But you’ll be soon.” He murmured huskily as he swiftly turned her over and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.
“Jack!” she gasped as he held her wrists in a tight grip.
“Shut it.” He scolded her lightly before he brought his lips down on hers to silence her protests. She squirmed under him for a few moments, but when his tongue lapped at her bottom lip, begging for entrance, she parted her mouth with a soft moan. He grunted in reply and pressed his body hard alongside hers. He tilted his head to a different angle and deepened the kiss even more as his hips rocked against hers at a steady pace. His hands freed her wrists and trailed slowly down to her sides. He slid his palms under her back and pulled her up to his chest so he could pull up her nightdress. He dislodged his mouth from hers so he could remove it completely and then attacked her neck, biting down softly. She gasped and her hands found anchor at his shirt.
“Take it off of me, love.” He murmured and her hands deftly moved to comply. His hands trailed up her bare stomach to her breasts and she moaned in his ear, her nails slightly digging into his tanned skin. His mouth sought hers again as his hand nudged her thighs apart.
“No undergarments, kitten?” he asked hoarsely between kisses and she flushed brightly.
“I…I washed them. They didn’t dry with this weather.” She managed to choke out as his fingers stroked her creamy thighs.
“Hmmm…I knew at least one good thing would happen in this dreadful weather.” He rumbled as he heard the rain tapping on the ship. One hand left her leg and fumbled with his belt until he was able to push his breeches out of the way. He hooked one leg over his hip and grinded against her teasingly.
“Oh!”
“No more teasing, love.” He breathed as he kissed her earlobe, his warm moist breath hitting her skin and making her shudder.
Mary’s eyes opened at that and she looked at his concentrated face and then down between their bodies. She saw his flesh, hot and rigid, resting against her pale thigh and gulped. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, to voice her fears, but his stroking hand on her hip distracted her and she moaned instead. Jack angled his hips and thrust forward with a groan. His head fell into the crook of her neck and he paused while breathing heavily against her skin.
He winced when he felt her stiffening under him and he had a moment of regret which quickly faded by a single movement of her hips against his. He moaned hoarsely and lifted his head from her neck to look at her. Her eyes were half lidded and she was biting down on her lip. He reached with a hand and freed it from her teeth before he leaned down to kiss her while experimentally moving his hips. Her thighs trembled on either side of him and he guided her legs around his waist as he settled on his elbows, bracing himself above her as he moved. Her breathing quickened and her hand got tangled in his wild mane of hair. He felt her nails digging into his scalp and he hissed as he picked up the pace, pushing her harder into the thin mattress as he did so.
“Oh…God…” she whispered as sparkles of pleasure started surging through her body with each move he made on top of her.
“Not God. Just me, love.” He chuckled haughtily as he pushed harder inside her while threading his fingers in her loose hair.
It took a few more deep thrusts and she tensed under him before she went limp with a murmur of his name. He paused and took deep breaths against her ear. She frowned. Surely he hadn’t…
She gasped when he pulled away and rolled her to her stomach. He covered her back and parted her legs again before he leaned down to her ear.
“Again.” He whispered heatedly as his hands grasped her hips and she was lost again.

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Two days later, Cuba…

Mary still sat frozen near the rail of the ship; her cheeks a deep red as she watched Jack walking down the gangplank while chuckling lightly to himself.
“That was rude!” She called to his back as she smoothed her dress over her still tingling behind. He had just slapped her there and he had the audacity to laugh at her expense. Thank God no one was around at the time. They were probably in some tavern getting drunk. She sighed and leaned back against the rail. She was stuck there with Cotton since the dear captain had refused to take her with him. That was wonderful...
“Now what?” she asked after a few minutes of doing nothing but stare at the docks.
“Hello?” A female voice called and she looked down at the dock to see…Elizabeth.
“Hello.” Mary answered hesitantly.
“What are you doing alone?” The blonde woman asked and Mary started fidgeting.
“Um…nothing.” She answered dumbly and the blonde woman smiled at her.
“I am going for some refreshments…Care to join me, Mrs. Sparrow?” Elizabeth asked and Mary had never heard anyone call her that.
“Alright.” Mary was more than a little hesitant, but she walked towards the other woman nonetheless.
They walked together in silence until Elizabeth broke it.
“How is Jack treating you?” she asked and Mary was surprised by the question.
“Fine.” She answered with a frown.
“Your father thinks otherwise…”
“Why?”
“I don’t know…” Elizabeth shrugged and Mary pursed her lips.
“I don’t care what he thinks.” She answered quietly.
“I see…” Elizabeth said with a strange undertone before she pointed at a busy tavern.
“Here we are.”
Mary followed Elizabeth towards the counter. It was too loud in there.
Elizabeth ordered their drinks and turned to Mary.
“I’m off to find a table. Wait here.” Mary nodded and lightly tapped her fingers on the counter as she waited.
“Miss Mary!” Gibbs exclaimed as he pushed his way through the crowd minutes later.
“Mr. Gibbs.” Mary acknowledged with a small smile.
“Blimey! What are you doing here, lass?”
“I am waiting for Mrs. Turner. She said she’d be back…”
“I think…it ain’t safe here for you, lass. Come on; let’s get you out of here.” Gibbs said when he noticed some of the looks the men were giving her.
“But…” Truth be told, she was not comfortable in that place, “You’re right…” she agreed and let him lead her out of the tavern. What had happened with Elizabeth though?
Once she was out of the tavern, cold hit her and her eyes widened in alarm.
“Oh! My shawl. I forgot it inside.” She said and Gibbs followed her in once more. She scanned the counter and found it still there. She picked it up and placed it around her shoulders before she scanned the crowd one last time for Elizabeth.
“Do you know where Jack went…” she trailed off when she spotted him talking with…Elizabeth?
“There he is, lass…Eh…” Gibbs faltered when he saw his captain talking into the blonde woman’s ear while holding her hand.
“Eh…” He didn’t know what to say.
Mary watched as Jack grinned to the other woman and walked backwards, towards the large, but shabby staircase that led to the rooms. Elizabeth seemed to follow him as if in a trance and Mary caught sight of Jack winking to the woman. They disappeared moments later.
“I am sure they have things…to er, talk about.” Gibbs said unconvincingly to break the ice.
“Of course…Let’s head back, Mr. Gibbs.” Mary said quietly as she turned and walked out of the tavern, her hands fisting around the warm material of her shawl as they made their way back to the ship.
Fool. Her inner voice whispered as tears gathered into her eyes.

End of chapter 26