Jack's Cure

The silence hanging between blacth ath and pirate was more awkward than any other they had ever encountered during their adventure. Jack wasn’t quite sure what to say and Will wasn’t in a very talkative mood, though both were pondering over precisely what Anamaria intended to talk to Elizabeth about. The two did not seem-- well-- precisely compatible for a friendship. Then again, the personal affairs of young women were quite a mystery to both men.

Will paced the room slowly while Jack lounged on a settee. They had been banished to the parlor whilst Anamaria and Elizabeth convened to the master bedroom to have their discussion.

Jack suddenly parted his lips, gazing lazily at the floor, “So she licked the s--”

“For the last time, Jack, yes she did,” Will interjected quickly.

“Just making sure,” Jack retorted culpably.

Will just shook his head and continued to pace, pretending to inspect a few ornaments on the mantle to avoid anymore questions from the pirate.
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“So ‘e’s given you pleasure?” Anamaria inquireeatieating herself on the massive bed gracing the left corner of the master suite as Elizabeth wrung her hands nervously a few feet away.

“W no, no, I mean he’s never held long enough-- oh, but that sounds terrible. Oh god, this is all so awkward…” she mumbled, blushing.

The sleek Haitian beauty only chuckled. “Aye, well that’s the way it goes, miss,” she explained calmly. With a sigh, she shifted on the bed and spoke again, “But ye have come to your peak, haven’t you? La petite félicité…”she inquired with a knowing look.

It took Elizabeth a moment to figure out what she was talking about before her cheeks colored even more and her jaw dropped, “Oh! Oh-- well-- no… not that I know of. I mean--”

“*Never*?”

“Never.”

Anamaria looked horrified. “Ye ne’er thought o’ doin’ it yourself?”

Elizabeth swallowed hard, thinking that was hardly an appropriate question to ask anyone, female company or no. But this woman was a pirate. She had to remember that. And she had to admit, it was a relief to have someone she could confide in.

“I-- I don’t know how,” she stammered awkwardly.

Anamaria seemed to scoff and then took the other woman in with an appraising look.

“I could teach ye, miss.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock at this proposition. Of course her first reaction was to refuse, to leave the room at once and end this improprietous conversation.

…But that was her father talking.

After thinking about it a moment, her curiosity got the best of her. Taking a step toward Anamaria, she arched a sculpted brow.

“Teach me…?”

Anamaria smiled wolfishly and patted the expanse of bed beside her.
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At least a half an hour had passed. How long did a talk about feminine matters take?

Both the pirate and the blacksmith were thinking similar thoughts rather grumpily. Didn’t those two know how awkward it was for them down here? Jack shifted in his seat, careful not to look at Will. Will continued to stare at the floor and cleared his throat nervously.

“To hell with this. I to to bloody know what it is they think they’re doing up there,” Jack growled, rising suddenly and swaggering toward the stairwell.

Will, after having recovered from being put on edge by the abrupt end to the silence, followed after his friend not at all sure if this action was wise.

Pulling at the pirate’s arm like a small child nagging a parent, the younger man protested, “But Jack, we might interrupt them! Elizabeth would be furious, Jack! What about Anamaria? Jack!”

Taking his limb back forcibly, Jack gave the boy a look of contempt, “Please stop sniveling, Will, what little respect I had for you to begin with is suffering terr for for it.”

With that he strode down the corridor with Will creeping along in tow and he stopped just outside the door to the master bedroom. One last look was thrown at Will who still had that pleading expression fixed in place. Ignoring said pleading expression, Jack threw open the door and was greeted with a sight that nearly made him pass out due to the swift rush of blood from his brain to other areas of his anatomy.

Elizabeth was on her back and Anamaria was ned bed beside her, one long, lithe brown arm snaked down between two creamy legs, fingers working furiously within the velvety folds of the younger woman’s sex. Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s little mews and moans of pleasure as she thrust her shapely hips into the air were slightly muffled by Anamaria’s dark lips as they veritably attacked one another’s mouths. Both were bnakenaked, their clothes strewn about the room in a jumble of frenzied chaos.

If either man’s eyes could have gotten any bigger than they were in that moment, they probably would have popped out and rolled away in the same manner that Ragetti’s wooden eye had at the most inopportune moments.

(A/N: I know, I know, evil place to stop. But I’ll update soon, don’t worry. Well, this is begibeginning of the smut. It will be much more detailed and in depth in the chapters toe. Ae. Anyhow… thanks to all those who reviewed! I LUUUURVE you, and keep it up! Hehehe, if you have any positions you’d like to see, let me know. I’ll do my best to fit them in.)