Nightmares By The Sea

AN: Very short. Sorry. Just a bit of smut to tide you all over until I get this chapter finished.

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Jack woke slowly, reveling in the feeling of having Evangeline wrapped around him. He tried to move very little, if at all, because he knew if she woke to find herself so wantonly sprawled across him, she’d be likely to kill him in his own bed. One of her lithe thighs shifted their position between his legs and he began to harden. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of her hot breath against his neck, her cupid’s bow lips pressed lightly against the hollow of his throat. Well, if this was how he was meant to go, how glorious it would be. He reached down and inched up the nightshirt past her hips. Then, he grabbed her around the wait and pulled her up his body until her pelvis was cradled against his. The feel of her warmth pressed against his erection was almost more than he could take. Her eyes opened and he prepared himself for the worst, but was startled when the sleepy confusion in her eyes morphed not into rage, but lust. She sat up, moving her thighs to either side of his and braced her hands against his chest. He wound his fingers into her hair and pulled her head down towards his.
“Evangeline,” he said, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips, before he claimed her mouth with his own.
She moaned against his lips and leaned into the kiss as it went from tentative, to passionate, to soul-searing. She had almost lost herself completely when he raised his hips and the length of him ran against a place that no one, not even herself, had ever touched before. Passion fled and was replaced with blind panic. She pushed herself up and away and he instinctively released her, causing her to tumble backwards off the bed and onto the floor.
Jack’s mind cleared when he heard her hit the boards, but it took him a few moments more to piece together what had happened. He sat up and crawled to the end of the bed. She was half-sitting, holding the edge of the nightshirt tightly over her knees, looking absolutely terrified. Were he not so painfully aroused, he might have laughed. As it was, he was nearer to tears now than he had been in a long time. He sighed and rested his forehead against the blankets, concentrating on all the foulest things his mind could muster up until he had reigned his passion in enough to look at her. They locked eyes and he cursed when he felt himself stir again. What was the bloody girl doing to him? He closed his eyes a few minutes more.
“Kraken, Kraken, Kraken,” he whispered to himself “Monkey Jack, the rum’s all gone….”
When he looked up again, Evangeline looked very concerned.
“I can’t…” she started “I’ve never…..”
He sighed.
“I figured that out, love. I’m sorry. I didn’t give you enough time to think.”
Or too much time, he admitted silently to himself.
“Did you hurt yeself when you fell?”
She shook her head.
“No, I’ll be alright. Shouldn’t we, I mean, don’t you have to…..steer?”
He burst out laughing and held out a hand to her, pulling her off the floor.
“Aye, and you have to scrub. Being a girl now doesn’t excuse you from yer duties. You’ll continue to pull your weight.”
Evangeline groaned and he put a hand under her chin, making her look in his eyes.
“Cheer up,” he said “If it makes you feel any better, yer the prettiest cabin boy I e’er did have.”
She smiled and then ruefully looked down at herself.
“What will I wear?” she asked.
“Nothing at all, if I had my way,” he said, enjoying her blush “But I fear the crew would enjoy that too much. Put on what you wore last night.”
“They’re too big.”
“I’ve got the thing for it,” he answered “I won’t look.”
“Liar.”
“Pirate,” he said with a smile.
Jack went over to a drawer and pulled out a length of iridescent green silk. She knew from sight that it was worth a small fortune and nearly cried out when he took a knife and cut it into to long strips. He walked over to her and wound it several times around her waist, creating a makeshift bodice. He stood behind her and let one of his hand wander to her breasts. She inhaled sharply and waited to see what he would do next.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
He found himself deeply hurt when she hesitated and was surprised at the emotion, but was calmed by her answer.
“Yes.”
He looped the other length of silk around her waist and twisted the loose ends until his hand and the fabric were knotted against the small of her back, effectively trapping her against him.
“Trust me,” he whispered against the shell of her ear, causing a shudder to course through her body.
His free hand flattened itself against her stomach and began to slowly move down her torso. She closed her eyes when he reached into her pants and continued down until he pressed the palm of his hand against her curls. He crooked a finger into her wet folds and suddenly her world had new depth, and color, and meaning. He kissed her neck as he grazed his fingers over the little nub that had suddenly become the center of her whole universe. He then bit her neck gently as he slipped a finger inside of her and there was an explosion behind her eyes, a delicious release of pressure from deep inside her. Her knees buckled and Jack held her until she could bear her own weight again. He pulled his hand from her pants and pushed his fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue along them, simultaneously thrilled and appalled with the way she was behaving.
“Just a little taste of things to come,” he said “As it were.”
He then tied the other length of silk about her waist into a belt and walked out of the cabin without another word and one cocky grin over his shoulder.
Evangeline put a hand up against the wall to steady herself. She gave herself a few minutes to calm down, then walked blinking into the sun.