Consolation Prize
ch4
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She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. “So,” she
breathed, sliding her arms shyly around his waist.
“I must warn you I won’t be gentle with you…”
“That’s fine,” she assured him, speaking with much more
confidence than she felt. “You’ve met my fiancé – I probably have years of
gentleness ahead of me. This is meant to satisfy you. Come.” Her eyes
sparkled. “You must be hungry.”
He was upon her before he even finished answering: “
and he immediately pulled away to try and undress her.
They had taken away his knife and sword, so he couldn’t cut
and had to untie. When he started growling with impatience because of the
ridiculous complexity of her dress, she took his hands away and started doing
it herself. “You do you,” she whispered, firmly slamming the door on all
thoughts of hesitation or alarm.
He nodded and jerked his shirt over his head. She saw all
his mess of scars and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch them right away, so
he took over with her laces.
As this was the first time she’d had a half-naked man at her
disposal,
bare skin with a sense of wonder almost equal to his. She let her fingers
flutter over his nipples and trace his tattoos, and he moaned and dropped his
hands to his sides.
“Fine,” she hissed in mock irritation, “I’ll get the dress.”
They kept interrupting each other, neither of them able to work buttons and
clasps while being touched. It took much longer than it ought to get
undressed and Barbossa’s pants open.
While they kissed he backed her up to the straw pallet that
counted as a bed here. She gasped when she saw it. “This is where you’re
supposed to sleep?” she asked, appalled.
“It only be for one night.”
The reminder of what would happen in the morning hit
like a bucket of cold water. “I’m so sorry…”
“
cheek. “For years, what prayin I’ve done has been for
just two things: an end to me torment or, failin
that, death. Now I’ll get both and it does me fine. Sit.”
He threw his shirt down over the scratchy blanket and
sat on it. He settled down beside her, leaned back and closed his eyes. She
hesitated. “What do you want me to do?”
“Touch me.”
She did – first passing her hand over his neck, then his
chest, his stomach. She became daring enough to move down to his thighs,
tickling through the curling hairs there, and finally, when her curiosity at
last overcame her blush, curled her fingers around his erection.
He surged up suddenly, swearing, and
jumped back in surprise at the strange behavior of his manhood.
“Is it… supposed to do that?” She felt a little silly having
to ask.
“Aye,” he gasped, “Just not so soon.
pulled her down beside him and settled her with her head on his chest.
“How do you feel?” she asked quietly.
He thought about it, then shook his
head with a little laugh. “Tis a long time since
there’s been sense to that question,” he said at last. “I spose
satisfied be one answer. Greedy be another – havin
ye here beside me, willing, when I could really…”
She rose up on one elbow. “When you could really what? What
just… I mean, that can’t have been all you wanted.”
He chuckled. “You don’t really an answer, do you?” She was
waiting for instructions, so he said again, “All right: touch me.” When she did
he jumped. “Ohw – not there!
For God’s sake, miss…”
“Ten years you can’t feel,” she mused, moving her hands over
his chest instead, “And then within ten seconds you complain of feeling too
much. You’re a hard man to please, Captain, you know that?”
“Mmm.”
After he’d rested a bit he asked suddenly, “And would ye perchance be any
easier?”
“Easier?”
“To please.” He sat up and crawled
around til he was kneeling between her legs.
“To please?”
“Aye, I’ve not tasted a woman in quite some time and I think
I’d like to.”
“Tasted?” Stop repeating him, she told herself with
irritation.
“Mm-hmm.” He put his hands on her
thighs and spread them. “Lie back.”
He bent down and she said, “Captain Barbossa,
what on earth are you – oh.” Her breath hitched and she stopped talking.
He laughed and went to work. It was not something with which
he had too much experience, given that the bulk of his women were whores who
(aside from the question of hygiene) were being paid to pleasure him, not
lie back and be pleasured themselves. Still, judging from the sounds
was making, he hadn’t entirely lost what skill he had.
She tore off his bandana so she could thread her fingers
through his hair, and the sensation was almost enough to distract him from what
he was doing.
By the time he had shown her what he meant by tasted and
please, Barbossa judged himself
ready to go again. He lay beside her and stroked her heaving chest until she
calmed down. “So…” he said carefully. Tomorrow’s conversation with God was
going to be tricky enough already, he thought. There was no need to add rape to
the list of things he would be asked to explain.
Fortunately it would not be a problem:
cooperation was freely offered. “You mean…? Yes,” she answered. She grabbed at
his arm. “Captain, though, it’s my first time – will it hurt?”
“Y’already know,
miss, else you wouldn’t ask. Look at me.” She did, staring up at him with wide
frightened eyes as he climbed on top of her.
Before she had a chance to worry more, he just burst in with
one quick powerful movement.
She scored his back with her nails and only just managed not
to scream. They both froze for a few long seconds. “So… I’m a woman now,” she
whispered as he started to move inside her.
“Aye. And I’m… alive. Good to know
ye, woman,” he teased with a short, rasping laugh.
She giggled breathlessly. “Good to know you… too… oh…”
It was silent for a bit except for their harsh breathing. “Yes,”
he gasped. “Oh God, yes…” And then, even as his thrusts became frantic enough
to scatter the straw from underneath them, he said, “I’m sorry…
“It’s all right.” She shifted underneath him and rubbed her
hands over his shoulders. “You only... hurt… at first. It’s better now.
He propped himself up on one hand and used the other to cup
her face, then her breast. Even though he had already come once tonight, he
found himself needing to go hard and fast as if it had been forever since he’d
last been satisfied. “
“Shh.” It wasn’t as intensely
pleasurable as when he’d used his mouth on her, and it did still burn a bit,
but she pulled his face to hers and kissed him before he could apologize again.
“Honestly. You be as ungentle as you need. I -oh- I want you to.”
There was no need to ask him twice.
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TBC.