Jack's Cure
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,838
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Rum... and molasses
(A/N: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I just deleted a good half of my ever-so-witty chapter! FUCK! Jack: Calm down, love, you can re-write it. Lizzie: SOD OFF! Jack: Yes Ma'am ::Gives half assed salute and toddles off:: Aaaaaaaaanyway... yeah, so, the only thing keeping me even a bit rational *i.e. not DESTROYING my computer* are all the lovely reviews. ::Pets all the reviewers:: I love you, my kittens. I shall be loyal and re-write the chappie for you because I want you to have an update tonight. I adore each and every one of you and want to let you know how much I appreciate your reviews)
Not surprisingly, Jack was the one to break the silence.
"I can?!" he quickly amended this inquiry, " I mean... I know I *can,* but-- I can?"
Will's dark eyes traveled toward his stunned wife's face and he gazed at her with a steadfast devotion in his eyes.
"Whatever Elizabeth wants," he replied solemnly.
Even Jack had to sit back in awed silence when faced with this new (and somewhat disconcerting) aspect of Will's character. To allow, not just another man, but a *pirate* and the closest thing he had to a best friend to have his wicked way with his wife simply for lack of experience was some kind of mind boggling dedication, and Jack was not at all sure if it was healthy. In fact, he was beginning to think that if Elizabeth bade Will to plunge a dagger into his own heart, the boy would do it without batting an eye and probably serve the offending organ up on a silver platter to boot.
"Will, are you sure, lad?" Jack persisted, the conscience he was constantly trying to drown in alcohol forcing him to look this incredibly tempting gift horse in the mouth, even as a very vociferous voice in the back of his little pirate brain screamed at him to keep his bloody mouth shut, mount the girl and fuck her til sunset before the whelp changed his mind.
"I'm sure if it's what Elizabeth would like," Will replied sternly, eyes still locked on his beloved who seemed quite nonplussed.
//Ha,// Jack thought, //What Elizabeth would like, eh?// As he took a moment to observe the little high born fille, he couldn't help but disregard the proprietous upbringing and the near demi-princess facade to see her for what she really was. A wanton. An adventure-monger that would leap at the opportunity for a little rollicking outside the boundaries put upon her class.
In short, a pirate. Like himself.
And a pirate's preference concerning sex was much like that of a pirate's preference in taste, or so Jack went so far as to assume.
Molasses, a saccharine confection with a taste so sweet it made your teeth itch and a texture that was like silk on one's palate, while a delightful little treat, was not what a pirate craved. Any self respecting pirate would take rum over molasses after a meal nine times out of ten (or if they were Jack, ten times out of ten). Rum was spicy. Rum was tantalizingly painful. It burned all the way down and left one with an intoxicating satisfaction that could not be found in any other substance but was not without a vein of its own underlying sweetness. Truly, the Devil's drink, Jack thought with a little smile as he recounted Elizabeth's seeming aversion to it back on that island.
To thi things up, Will was molasses (at this point in his... education) and Jack... well, Jack was just undeniably rum.
"What say you, Elizabeth?" Jack purred, feeling his cock stir and knowing that if, for some reason, she refused, Anamaria was going to be feeling the brunt of his frustration.
The bewildered girl looked baffled as to what to say. How could she accept without revealing to Will precisely how much she wanted the pirate lying nude just a foot away from her? She couldn't, obviously, offer up a half hearted answer like "Erm-- I sue soe so."
To her immense relief, Will clasped her delicate chin 'tween his thumb and forefinger, gazing at her smilingly, "It's all right, Elizabeth. I know you want him."
Jack's ears perked at Will's soft spoken words and he paused in expecting his nails out of callous boredom. There was most definitely resignation there, but something else too. Something that Elizabeth was probably too inexperienced to sense right off. There was longing in the boy's voice as well. Will knew Elizabeth wanted him... because the whelp wanted him too. Was that it? Jack was just arrogant enough to think so, but was flattered anyhow. Even a bit... *excited* by the idea...?
Well that notion was chucked aside the moment Elizabeth gave a timid nod, murmuring, "Yes. Yes, that's-- I want this."
Jack rolled over onto his muscled belly, erection now throbbing steadily between his stomach and the mattress tic. His eyes caught Elizabeth's sharply and he regarded her slowly, lips pursed.
"S'not what he said, love. He said you want *me,*" he pushed, the sharp edge of his vanity revealing its capability for--and continuous flirtation with-- cruelty.
Elizabeth visibly hesitated, her eyes darting toward Will for support, for reprieve, anything... but he was absorbed in watching this little power play and wasn't about to step between the two most volatile people he knew as they seemed to circle one another.
//Like dogs they circle,// Will thought, re-calling Jack's words regarding the first time they did battle in the smithy.
He did, however, recognize the difference between a desire to be defended and a *need* to be saved, and Elizabeth was not going to hide behind him in this. She would simply have to face Jack this time-- when *he* had the upper hand. She had chosen rum.
//Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho!//
Not surprisingly, Jack was the one to break the silence.
"I can?!" he quickly amended this inquiry, " I mean... I know I *can,* but-- I can?"
Will's dark eyes traveled toward his stunned wife's face and he gazed at her with a steadfast devotion in his eyes.
"Whatever Elizabeth wants," he replied solemnly.
Even Jack had to sit back in awed silence when faced with this new (and somewhat disconcerting) aspect of Will's character. To allow, not just another man, but a *pirate* and the closest thing he had to a best friend to have his wicked way with his wife simply for lack of experience was some kind of mind boggling dedication, and Jack was not at all sure if it was healthy. In fact, he was beginning to think that if Elizabeth bade Will to plunge a dagger into his own heart, the boy would do it without batting an eye and probably serve the offending organ up on a silver platter to boot.
"Will, are you sure, lad?" Jack persisted, the conscience he was constantly trying to drown in alcohol forcing him to look this incredibly tempting gift horse in the mouth, even as a very vociferous voice in the back of his little pirate brain screamed at him to keep his bloody mouth shut, mount the girl and fuck her til sunset before the whelp changed his mind.
"I'm sure if it's what Elizabeth would like," Will replied sternly, eyes still locked on his beloved who seemed quite nonplussed.
//Ha,// Jack thought, //What Elizabeth would like, eh?// As he took a moment to observe the little high born fille, he couldn't help but disregard the proprietous upbringing and the near demi-princess facade to see her for what she really was. A wanton. An adventure-monger that would leap at the opportunity for a little rollicking outside the boundaries put upon her class.
In short, a pirate. Like himself.
And a pirate's preference concerning sex was much like that of a pirate's preference in taste, or so Jack went so far as to assume.
Molasses, a saccharine confection with a taste so sweet it made your teeth itch and a texture that was like silk on one's palate, while a delightful little treat, was not what a pirate craved. Any self respecting pirate would take rum over molasses after a meal nine times out of ten (or if they were Jack, ten times out of ten). Rum was spicy. Rum was tantalizingly painful. It burned all the way down and left one with an intoxicating satisfaction that could not be found in any other substance but was not without a vein of its own underlying sweetness. Truly, the Devil's drink, Jack thought with a little smile as he recounted Elizabeth's seeming aversion to it back on that island.
To thi things up, Will was molasses (at this point in his... education) and Jack... well, Jack was just undeniably rum.
"What say you, Elizabeth?" Jack purred, feeling his cock stir and knowing that if, for some reason, she refused, Anamaria was going to be feeling the brunt of his frustration.
The bewildered girl looked baffled as to what to say. How could she accept without revealing to Will precisely how much she wanted the pirate lying nude just a foot away from her? She couldn't, obviously, offer up a half hearted answer like "Erm-- I sue soe so."
To her immense relief, Will clasped her delicate chin 'tween his thumb and forefinger, gazing at her smilingly, "It's all right, Elizabeth. I know you want him."
Jack's ears perked at Will's soft spoken words and he paused in expecting his nails out of callous boredom. There was most definitely resignation there, but something else too. Something that Elizabeth was probably too inexperienced to sense right off. There was longing in the boy's voice as well. Will knew Elizabeth wanted him... because the whelp wanted him too. Was that it? Jack was just arrogant enough to think so, but was flattered anyhow. Even a bit... *excited* by the idea...?
Well that notion was chucked aside the moment Elizabeth gave a timid nod, murmuring, "Yes. Yes, that's-- I want this."
Jack rolled over onto his muscled belly, erection now throbbing steadily between his stomach and the mattress tic. His eyes caught Elizabeth's sharply and he regarded her slowly, lips pursed.
"S'not what he said, love. He said you want *me,*" he pushed, the sharp edge of his vanity revealing its capability for--and continuous flirtation with-- cruelty.
Elizabeth visibly hesitated, her eyes darting toward Will for support, for reprieve, anything... but he was absorbed in watching this little power play and wasn't about to step between the two most volatile people he knew as they seemed to circle one another.
//Like dogs they circle,// Will thought, re-calling Jack's words regarding the first time they did battle in the smithy.
He did, however, recognize the difference between a desire to be defended and a *need* to be saved, and Elizabeth was not going to hide behind him in this. She would simply have to face Jack this time-- when *he* had the upper hand. She had chosen rum.
//Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho!//