An Eye for a Bargain

Title: An Eye for a Bargain 7/

Title: An Eye for a Bargain 7/?

Genre: Action/Romance

Pairing: J/OC, W/E, N/OC

Rating: R/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am serious. Even this machine is a rental. Pirates of the Caribbean, all its characters/places/things belongs to Disney. I take no credit for the recognizable. I make no profit from this.

Summary: A romance of sorts for Jack Sparrow.

Notes: Italicized words denote thoughts.

Comments: This one’s a bit shorter. Now that I’ve plowed my way through the escape, the story moves on. Your reviews have been most kind, and I appreciate all your comments. Happy reading!

Landlovers update: Quinn’s story, "Landlovers" has since been re-titled "Lost Flower." Also, in light of recent changes here at FF.net affecting pen names, Quinn now goes by Quintette. I highly encourage you all to look into her work. She’s a master at her craft. Cheers Quinn!

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The Montgomery household was quite, the late hour silencing the cries of the babes, the swell of the waves against the not so far off beach sending the family into restful slumber.
All save one member of course, who was plagued with vivid recollections of the events of the morn. They’d allowed Jack Sparrow to escape, not that the Commodore and his men had had much of a choice. Curse her and her merciful thoughts. That foul beast had dishonored her; tainted her without regard for the consequences. She could still taste him upon her lips. He tasted of spice and salt, and his scent was still upon her nose, musky and alarmingly male.
His arms had gripped her with the strength of steel, and despite the absurdity of the notion, she remembered feeling safe and very well protected, even with a pistol at her brow.
How odd. Now, her stomach was twisted in a thousand knots, and she could find no rest. She was truly tainted now, victim of a pirates kiss. What man would have her? Surely not the Commodore, to say the least. His greatest nemesis had marked her, and then left her to a sour fate. If she’d been upset over her situation this morning, it was nothing compared to the fear that was vested in her heart now.
What was she to do? She’d never be acceptable for marriage here in Port Royal. Not even the lowliest of men would take one of the tainted into his bed. She was no better than a whore. Wiping the tears that had stained her cheeks, she gazed into her mirror, lost in the visage of the girl who had no hope. What happens now? Do I return to England, and cast my fate to those none the wiser? Do I leave my family and all the promises that I’ve made them?
She lifted a hand to her lips, remembering the tingle of his mouth on hers yet again. She’d never been kissed before; such an act was reserved between a man and his wife. Why do I think on him? How is it that he has poisoned me so?
With no hope of rest, Abby contented herself with the solace of the night shadows, casting her grief into their awaiting arms, knowing they’d breathe none of her secrets, and share none of her tears. T’would be a long while before the morn.

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Yer a bloody fool, Jack Why play his miserable game? You’ve won the battle, no sense in stayin’ round for the war. Must be ye’ve gone soft. Not much room in this world for yer kind anymore, eh mate? Ye best be takin’ all the fun that can be had while it still be around. This Commodore, he’s too much like you fer yer own likin’ me thinks.
"Aye, and if ya’d quite talkin’ to yerself, Jack, the world’d be a much better place." The Captain cursed himself. He wouldn’t be very surprised to head back to where he’d left his ship two days from now and discover they’d left him here to rot. God knew he deserved it. Truth of the matter was, he sure as hell hadn’t thought this through. Now that he was here, alone in Port Royal, he hadn’t much of an idea on what to do with himself. He sure as hell couldn’t allow being seen. There was no use in wasting a perfectly good, not to mention, dramatic, prison break. No, he certainly wouldn’t alloem tem to catch him again.
Then what the blazes are ye still doin’ here? Plotting revenge? What revenge? What’d that bastard do besides his bloody job? Christ Almighty. He shook his head for the umpteenth time that day. As if the violent action might serve to clear his clouded thoughts.
The pirate had positioned himself well out of sight, and was waiting for the sun to set. T’was interesting to note what common folk did with their day. Bustling to and fro, gathering goods from the market, some out for an afternoon stroll. He’d seen dear William wander past a few hours ago, but had chosen not to reveal himself. He might yet see Turner again, and he might not. Only time would tell. Aside from Will, there wasn’t nary a face he recognized, and so the day hadn’t amounted to much amusement on his part. The sun was nearly set now, and Jack figured it was
good a time as any to start moving toward his target. Target, ha! If ye can call it that…

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Her heart had stopped racing hours ago, yet still she could feel the anxiety associated with the morning’s excitement. It was a wonder they hadn’t been caught, or at least, that Norrington hadn’t noticed Will’s presence at the gallows. She wondered if her father would reveal their treachery, but she doubted he would. She knew her father well enough to know that if anything should happen to her, he would soon follow her to the grave. Her breath was still shaky, even after hours had passed, and there was a slight tremble in her hands. Her hands. They were strong, for a woman’s hands. Glancing at them now, she knew they held far more strength than she’d been given the opportunity to demonstrate. The skin was soft, supple and cream colored after years of pampering. She knew her husband loved her hands, loved all of her for that matter. In his eyes, she would always be beautiful, a goddess. She smiled. What would she do without him? What would her life be if not for their love? Not for the first time, she thanked all gods she knew for her fortune. He was nearing her; she could hear his soft footsteps outside their chamber door, hear his muffled voice as he bid the maid goodnight. She felt his arms encircle her from behind, and she drew strength from his embrace. William. Her husband always knew when her thoughts troubled her, always knew when to leave her to her own devices, or offer her comfort. She needed comfnow,now, needed to feel him close. He had always been her rock, her anchor in the storm. T’was a hurricane thrashing her about now, tossing her soul and conscience in violent winds, tearing her from her foundations.
She’d saved a friend today, and she hadn’t thought what the consequences would be. Gregory Norrington would be angry to say the least. What if he came after Will in his anger? She couldn’t bare the thought of losing her beloved, and the knowledge that such evils might come to pass drew a whimper from her lips.
Will kissed her forehead gently, soothing her as ever he could. "It’s over, love. Jack is safe once again, and we can continue down our own path, as we ought to do."
"What if Norrington discovers our role in Jack’s escape?" She turned in his arms, whispered her fear into his collar.
"And if he does? Norrington is a coward, Elizabeth. He’d not dare defy your fat You You know as well as I do that so long as your father is Governor of this island, we are safe." Will smoothed a loose strand of hair back from her brow, kissing her gently. "I love you." He placed soft kisses down the column of her throat, drawing her closer to his body as he did so.
"And I you." She smiled slightly. Perhaps he was right. She sighed as Will continued his explorations, his rough craftsman’s hands caressing her through the bodice of her dress. He kissed her again, more passionately, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. Her lips were flower petal soft, and sweet as honey to the taste. He ravaged her mouth, probing, seeking dominion. When finally they parted for breath, he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread over his lips. She giggled. "You awful pirate. What say you scoundrel? Out to have your way with me?"
"Only with your permission, milady."
She responded with a kiss of her own that sent them reeling towards the soft pallet of their bed.

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He’d hidden himself well outside the residence, cover of darkness providing him with ample opportunity to move about without being seen. The occupants of the house had long since taken their rest, and now, naught but a single candle burned on the upper level of the house. It cast a mighty glow in the dead of night, a beacon for his newfound treasure.
He knew who occupied that room.
Knew it so well he could taste it, just as he remembered the taste of her.

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She sighed softly as his hands sculpted her body with an assurance only time can gift. Her body was his canvas, and he knew her curves better than he knew any forge; knew how to draw soft sighs and sweet moans from her throat, and serve her a taste of ecstasy that he alone could fashion. She cried out when William’s mouth came into contact with her breast, her nipple hardening instantly at the contact, the hypersensitive nub aching for his attentions. He suckled gently, as a babe was ought to do, his tongue flickering teasingly to taste her. She arched beneath him, eager for him to continue, as a fever swept over her body, all consuming in its rage. "William, I need you." She rasped, her voice heavy with desire. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, drawing him back to her for a kiss. She could feel the steel of his erection against her thigh, its presence all telling of just how much her lover held back in these precious moments. She melded her body against his, taunting him, her smooth, milky flesh heated with need.
"Elizabeth." Her name rushed from his lips, his breath catching in the back of his throat as she wrapped slimslim fingers around his penis.
"Make love to me, husband mine." She whispered, her words filling the silence of the chamber, warming him even as the fire died a slow death in the hearth.

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The shadows were all ally, and they were ever watchful of his back that night. Even now, as he stood outside her chamber door, listening to her soft sobs, he was unseen. His heart tumbled in his chest as he listened to her cursing his name, vile words pouring from her lips. Such an innocent voice, to be whispering such obscenities. T’was a shame. Taking his pistol in hand, he pushed the door open without so much as a warning, and in an instant he was upon her, the deadly weapon once again pressed to her fair temple, threatening to bring the darkness of the devil’s abyss upon her.
"Why Captain Sparrow, what a pleasant surprise." Her words null of emotion. Inside her heart had picked up an unsteady pace, and she was rather sure she might faint that very minute. Have strength Abby, William Turner claims he is a good man. Perhaps I’ll release you, bargain maybe?
Jack mock bowed dramatically, ever the showman. "Always at your service, milady. Now, if ye’d be so kind as to forgive me miss, but it seems we have some unfinished business that needs attendin’ to, and I might add, tis rather urgent. So, if ye’d just be grabbin’ somethin’ to wear, we’ll be on our way, savvy?"
Abby laughed. Strength Abby! You’re not to allow him to have his way with you. "There’s no way in hell I’ll be going anywhere with you dear Captain. Now, if you’ll be so kind, remove yourself from this house immediately."
Jack stepped back, his brows arching in confusion. "Miss McLeod, I don’t think yer quite understandin’ what I’m tellin ye. There isn’t any bargainin’ to be made here, yer comin’ wit me, whether you want to or not. Now I suggest ye cooperate, lest I do somethin’ I’ll be regrettin’ later."
Abby stammered, "But Mr. Turner promised you were a good man, and that no harm would be vested upon me by your hand. He swore on his own good name."
"Did he now? I best be havin’ meself a chat wMr. Mr. Turner, eh? I wouldn’t want the poor lad to come to harm over a stupid promise like that. The lad hardly knows me miss, and therefore, ain’t the best judge of me character." He smiled crookedly at her.
"You’re a liar." She challenged. "You’ll let no harm come to me. What game is this you play, pirate? If you so much as lay a hand on me, my fiancée will have your hide!"
Jack laughed, stepping closer to her. His invasion of her space brought a telltale tremor to her body that she could not quell. "Your fiancée has tired several times to stretch my neck, and much to me own pleasure, he’s never bin successful. Fear not, luv. He’ll not be your fiancée much longer."
Her eyes widened at the comment. "What is that supposed to mean?" Tears stinging the corners of her eyes as Jack moved behind her, allowing a simple caress of her cheek as he did so.
"Get some clothes on, and you shall find out all by yer lonesome, savvy?"
"I told you I wouldn’t have any part in this demented game you play." She hissed. All coherent thought was lost to her though when she felt herself thrown forcefully into the bed, a heavy, uncomfortable weight settling atop her.
"Listen carefully luv." He whispered, his words soft, verging on gentle. If not for the presence of the pistol now embedded in her back, she might have been relieved. "Ye best be learnin’ to follow instructions. I’ll have my way of things this night, and if you don’t submit willingly, I’ll take out my anger on your relations, restin’ peacefully down the corridor. They’ll never know what hit them."
She sobbed, the emotional whirlwind of the day finally catching up with her. "As you wish."
"An’ there’ll be no hollarin’ to alert anyone, understand?" As his only response was a silent head bob, he took that as a good sign. "Get dressed lass. I’ll not have ye wanderin’ about in bedclothes, scoundrel though I may be."

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Elizabeth would never tire of this feeling. She felt safest here, protected within the armor of Will’s arms. She lay beneath him now, his pulsing manhood inside her, building a sacred rhythm as each wave of pleasure took her ever closer to heaven’s shores. It was pure bliss. She heard a low growl issue from his throat, as the warmth of his seed spread through her, chasing away the bitter frost of the day’s trials. Her own climax toppled her over into ecstasy’s sweet embrace, but she was ever thankful for William’s iron grip, her anchor once again bearing her through the storm.
"I love you, William." She whispered softly, as the silence of the night descended upon them. Even in the depths of Ithil’s black sea, she sought his chocolate eyes. She couldn’t see them, but she trusted they were there. Snuggling closer to his warmth, she inhaled the scent of him, masculine and true. His arms encircled her, drawing her close, and the steady beating of his heart carried her off into a restful sleep.

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