Lighten Up Would Ye?

HI!

man, you guys... i loves ya! LOVES YA.
sorry, i'm a little overmedicated at the moment... heh.

Okay, well, i am going to give proper credit to kyra_neko_rei for babystepping me through the porn here, because honestly, I can't write smut... so she gets credit for most of it. LOL.

on with it.

Oh, PS: if anyone besides me is mad about Davy in AWE, don't worry. fic will fix it.
i must ask that whatever reviewers say in this chappie, please leave AWE spoilers out of it. just as a polite thing... not everyone's seen it yet. :)

(1.9)

I felt giddy. I thought nothing could compare to the feelings I’d just experienced, the heights I’d reached… but as I gazed up into Davy’s heavy lidded dark blue eyes and felt him shift so he was cradled between my thighs, fitted like he’d been there for years, I knew the promise of what was coming would surpass anything I’d felt before.

My legs moved without my asking and wrapped themselves quite naturally around his hips, nearly crossing and pulling him as close as I could so he was pressed tight. His weight was delicious; with every breath he took his belly touched mine. I gave him a rather satisfied smirk. He hissed when his hard heat pressed against mine, and his eyes narrowed into slits as his hand moved from my cheek into my hair, grasping a handful of it and pulling my head up to meet his in a fierce hungry kiss. At the same time his claw slid under my ass and lifted til his swollen head was rested against my opening, the only thing stopping him from penetration was his own restraint. But he paused…

“Ye feel this…” Oooooh I feel it. “I’ve been plagued with this every night for eight weeks… dreamin’ of ye all spread out like this…” His tentacle finger caressed my lips, then slid across my jaw and down my neck, so lightly that it tickled. Davy seemed to enjoy my shiver. His finger kept moving, pausing only long enough for him to lean down and drop a kiss in to the valley between my breasts, and then it moved slowly down to rub lightly against my heated center again, making me groan deep in my throat..

I wanted to say something substantial or cheeky in return, but all I could force out was, “Mmmmmmm.” I nearly cursed him for taking away my power of speech, but honestly I enjoyed the process of losing it too much. Keeping my jelly-filled legs hooked around him took all my strength as it was.

“… and now that I’ve got ye here, I’m takin’ my time with ye.”

Once again that mingled feeling of terror and anticipation coursed though me and I shivered. He was teasing me mercilessly, just laying there with that glowing blue in his eyes and the head of his cock nestled gently where it was and all I wanted to do is shift just enough to allow penetration, but after that mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me I couldn’t gather the strength… damn him…

“Nothin’ more beautiful than a satisfied, ruffled woman…” he growled, leaning down and kissing along my left cheekbone, “Warm and plaint, and in your case, rendered speechless…”

The jab at my yappy mouth got me laughing and I gathered enough strength to yank a tentacle in retaliation. “Who’s doin’ all the talkin’ now?” I hinted, grinning. He bit my bottom lip and made a lovely swirling motion with his hips that eased his flesh a little deeper inside me, but not nearly enough. I think I liked his version of punishment…

That wicked gleam was back in his eyes, that blue that made me shudder not in dread but in absolute passion, and if he looked at me like that every day I could die a happy woman. Pure hunger mixed with that bit of mischievousness, and a hint of predatory satisfaction of catching the prey. He’d gotten me totally under his control now…

Wait . . . under his control? We'll see about that . . . he wasn't the only one who liked control, and he wasn't the only one who was hungry, either. About time to show him what this girl was made of. Hmmm . . . leverage. Maybe if he off-balanced . . . well, he wasn't going to do that on his own, so I had to help him a bit . . . I raised my hips up towards him, bringing our bodies into contact. His breath caught, but predictably, he moved upwards, away from me, telling me with an evil smile that I had to be patient. Obviously he didn’t know me that well. Heh. .

I closed my eyes against that steamy glare of his, distracting as it was, took a deep breath to collect myself, and then pushing my right leg against his knee where he was kneeling, brought my other leg up and pushed with my knee against the side of his rib cage, tugging at his arm on the other side for good measure.

It worked. Suddenly off-balance, the grin was wiped off his face by a look of total astonishment as he found himself crashing onto the bed on his side. I found the sound of his breath whooshing out of him very satisfying. Gripping his shoulder, I used his momentum to pull me up onto him, and it carried us both until he was flat on his back with me straddling him.

I don't think he was used to being manhandled like this, but he recovered quickly. As his incredulity turned into that you're-in-for-it-now look that set my blood on fire like nothing else on Earth, I let my face break out into the same grin he'd been wearing when our positions were reversed. I gripped both his forearms and let all my weight fall on my arms, effectively holding him down, although I couldn't say for certain whether I was actually holding him down or he was simply going along with it…for now. The expression on his face had changed to one of mild interest, but his eyes still gleamed, caught in the glow of moonlight from a crack in the ship's walls. That lovely deep blue… I could easily do nothing but stare into his eyes for hours on end…

…but maybe later. Right now I had a very large and lovely cock right under me, and I wanted to know what it felt like. Besides which, I had a feeling that I really didn't have him under control at all, and whenever he felt like it I'd be back at his mercy. Time to enjoy this while it lasted . . . I positioned myself so his cock was once again just barely touching me, and saw him tense up beneath me, anticipating my next move.

I lowered myself onto him, slowly so as to let both of us savour it, relishing every curve and every ridge in that abnormal yet strangely beautiful cock of his, hearing his hissing pleasure through clenched teeth as my body melded to his… he felt wonderful…
Taking a few seconds to adjust to his girth I leaned down and kissed his chin, letting my breasts rub against his warm chest


I began moving, slowly at first to feel every small sensation inside, breath coming out in shallow gasps, leaning on my arms to hold his in place so I could stay "in charge". I enjoyed this position… he wasn’t taking me; I was taking HIM… how many women could say that? I grinned down at his face, strained with the pleasure but at the same time fighting it…

With my arms outstretched, holding his wrist and claw gently yet firmly, I let him know he was not allowed to touch… yet his beard, with the tendrils having minds of their own, decided to grasp at every bit of flesh they could reach. I got out of their way as well as I could, but lost that battle when I reached down to lick and bite his nipples. He was growing steadily more impatient with my just resting on him, not moving, just letting my internal muscles massage him as they pleased… letting him know he wasn’t the only one who could draw things out. He seemed to enjoy it but that predatory instinct in him fought for command; I could feel it in every pulsing muscle in his body. With a grunt his hips suddenly trust upwards, impaling me completely with enough force to knock the breath out of me. The slow and gentle penetration before was nothing in comparison; it almost hurt, but it was a good kind of pain and totally outweighed by the overwhelming shock of pure pleasure; it shot through my body like a lash with the cat and I screamed. He filled me so completely, and the ridges, oh, those ridges, they way they slid and pressed in all the right places… I lost every last bit of that newly found strength and collapsed on top of him.

He took advantage, naturally.

Quick as a cat he grasped me around the ribs and sat up, bringing us face-to-face and I locked eyes with his burning, blue, and utterly smug gaze. A half-second's worth of disappointment at losing my advantage disappeared instantly, chased away by his small hungry smile. Every time he gave me the ‘Yer in deep shit’ look now it brought me feelings of eagerness, not foreboding. Those eyes and that dark blue gaze felt like a full body caress, more refreshing than a chill winter breeze yet warmer than the full on sun of a Caribbean morning.

“My turn.” His deep rumbling voice sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't have been happier to have "lost." I'd won, too. That, coupled with the roaring fire in his eyes completely undid me. He knew it instantly and with a thunderous growl that sent little shocks down to where we were still joined, he plucked me off him and flung me onto my back. This time my breath fled when I landed, and I barely had time for another one before he pounced, rolling fluidly onto me, knees between mine, and he locked my wrists at my sides as well.

The gleam was more intense than ever before, but it was that smug little smile on his lips that stopped me from just giving up.

“You cheated!” My breath was heavy and my mouth was dry, so it came out a wee bit quiet.

“The prize is worth it.” He gazed down at me and my troublemaking with a tilt of his head and a tell-tale smile of fondness.

Now how the hell am I supposed to get cheeky to that? Miniature rebellion momentarily quelled, I gave him a grin of my own and let my eyes wander down to his still iron-hard cock and licked my lips.

He kissed me then, pushing me hard back into the pillows, taking his time til he got every last breath from me before leaving me weak as a kitten and gasping. Satisfied that he’d pleasured the defiance out of my system for a while, he braced himself on his claw arm and smiled again. He was right, of course. Damn him.

“Spread yer legs for me, Isa.”

The non-negotiable tone of an order came through in his passion strained voice. It made me weaker even as I tried to comply, my legs had turned to jelly again. He leaned down and gently bit my lower lip.

“Captain. Says.”

There was absolutely no denying that order, so as best I could I parted my thighs, all shyness gone, just obeying his commands, and loving it.

“Wider.”

I did it, quivering in anticipation. I decided I liked him like this, and vowed to get him to order me around more often. At the moment I couldn’t care less what it said about my submissiveness, I’d worry about that later. Lay back, enjoy, and revel in this different sort of freedom.

Without ceremony he let my wrists loose, grabbed my hips roughly, lifted, and plunged back into me with one smooth forceful thrust. We both cried out this time, all sensation centered on the heated area where we were once again united. Amazing. The sensations were as overwhelming as they'd been the first time he'd thrust in fast, and I loved it. He withdrew and I sort of whined without any conscious intent to do so, and then he came back in, even harder than before and it was worth that half-second of emptiness.

"Harder?" I managed to squeak, barely able to get the word out.

His eyes widened, and then comprehending, the ‘in-for-it-now’ look was replaced by the most amazed, astonished, and completely overjoyed look I'd ever seen on anyone's face. He wrapped his right arm around me, tight, and nodding, said, "Harder." He did, too---the sensations were completely undoing and I would've screamed had making any kind of vocalization been entirely beyond me. It was amazing, like falling and vertigo and whip-cracks without the pain, plus the all-consuming, astonishing bliss that reverberated through all of me and back to where it was centered; maybe three strokes more, three wonderful hard thrusts and I thought the pleasure would kill me if I wasn't bound to the ship and, wonder of wonders, to him; and then I was at the brink and I managed to take in one deep breath and fully comprehend all the ways I was his, and then the peak hit me like an explosion of cascading waves, a multilayered waterfall of utter ecstasy, and just as the first wave went through me I felt him shudder inside me, and his voice at my ear, growling as if from deep in his chest, I felt it roll through me like thunder, like an earthquake, like the force of nature that Davy Jones himself was… my name rolling joyously off his lips, "Isssaaaaa”, and the next wave, as I heard him, caught me, crashed through me, so much sensation I felt like it would tear me apart, painlessly, and the world tilted and I slid, dizzy, through the waves and darkness folded around me like a caress.

As it did, I felt him collapse onto me, all his weight pressing against me, and such amazing comfort I didn't know existed in this world.


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I woke nestled deep under the blankets and in the arms of a warm sleeping man. The sun shone lightly though the cracks in the walls, not supremely bright, just enough to give the room a warm glow. It wasn’t hitting the bed just yet, and for that I was grateful. I could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.

Laying on my right side and protected from the breezes of the room, I felt rather snug and safe. The wall was at my back and Davy lay snoring lightly in front of me, letting me rest my head in the crook of his shoulder and his other arm draped across my waist, hand tangled lightly in my hair and pressing a little against my spine. I felt totally swaddled in warmth and softness. It was an odd feeling, waking up this happy, this safe. I was used to being woken with the end of a whip or just getting flung out of bed by one of the Dutchman crew, or before that, the slavers. This was in comparison, pure heaven, and I was determined to enjoy it as long as possible. Funny how small annoyances like a limb gone numb could be something made beloved in different circumstances.

Being careful not to jostle him, I took a few minutes to just watch him sleep. His face was lovely and I couldn’t help but stare. His eyes were shut; he looked so… peaceful… I’d never seen him so relaxed. Even the movements of his tentacle beard were subdued, lazily curling or just laying there still.

I reached up and let my finger hover just above the scar on his cheek, something I hadn’t spotted before, but now that I’d had time to study him without him yelling at me, it stood out. It was only slightly more pale than the rest of him, white against the slightly brownish colour of his face, and it looked like a result of a long ago sword fight… like a rapier cut, thin.

He snorted in his sleep and quickly I drew my curious fingers away, not wanting to disturb him. He’d had a long night after all. I grinned smugly at the thought. As if reading my mind his arm tightened around my waist and pulled me flush against him. He let out a happy purr and settled back again. Who needs blankets; just snuggle up to a sea-captain! I rested back as well, thoroughly enjoying where I was.

It didn’t take long for my mind to drift. I was imagining how my Captain got that little scar on his face. It played in my head like I was actually there, watching from the side. I saw Jones in his big barnacle encrusted coat and hat and his broadsword drawn, looking as fierce as his reputation implied, squaring off against another great Captain. I didn’t focus much on how his opponent looked; only that he had a rapier and a smirk, instead totally drawn by my Captain’s grace and skill with the blade… I sighed in girlish lust, and the Davy in my mind glanced at me, his eyes dancing…

“Isa?”

My eyes popped open to see that very same look on Davy’s sleepy face, and I blushed hard… he blinked at my reaction, amusement obvious. “What’s goin’ on in tha’ head o’ yers?”

I was too embarrassed to tell him I was pretty much fantasizing about him all bloodied up and battle hard and sexy as hell, so I thought of something fast. “Just thinkin’ you don’t go so bad with the sheets yerself.” I kissed him softly, and it worked… for a split second. He parted from me with a knowing smirk.

“Nice try…” He was too smart for his own good.

DAMN.

“I was trying to figure out how you got this scar,” I grazed the skin in question with the tip of my finger, “and my mind wandered.” Leaving out the dirty details didn’t make it a lie, did it?

“That’s not everythin’…” He said with suspicion.

“I wouldn’t want to sully your ears with my dirty mind more than I already have.”

“HA!”

“So, how’d you get it?”

Adequately sidetracked for the moment, he stroked the scar for himself with a thin tentacle, and then wrapped it around my finger and we kissed again. I couldn’t suppress my curiosity and he could obviously see it in my face, so with a smile he regaled me with the story, which ended up amazingly similar to my fantasy. His voice helped me let my imagination run riot, still sleep heavy yet animated with the telling.

Apparently a Captain decided to cross blades with Jones, in vain hope of killing him and evading his debt. Davy’s face was excited telling the battle tale, how the skilled opponent got one cut in with his cutlass and how Jones struck back by decapitating the offender with a flourish that impressed even the other imprisoned crewmen.

“Din’t get his soul, but I got Hadrus out of that little rebellion…”

I laughed. “You got cheated…”

I had the image of his great coat swinging and the enemy’s body at his feet, and was totally turned on. Couldn’t help it! Tales of battle always got me, secretly bloodthirsty woman I was. I looked over his blanket-wrapped body and was sorely tempted to rip them off.

He laughed too. “S’pose I did… but he’s good for a few laughs at least…”

“Aunido! Aunido!” I imitated Hadrus’ voice and Davy snorted. My hand burrowed through his wriggly beard and found the rock hard muscle of his chest, delighting in the pectoral twitch I got. He rumbled just how I liked and kissed me again.

“Speaking of scars, Isa…” he touched the light round indentation near my hairline, “Wha’s the tale of this one?”

“One that’s not nearly as epic as yours.”

“Tell me anyways.”

I settled my head into the crook of his shoulder and groaned. “When I was a child, my brother and I were wrestling in the grass…”

Davy interrupted, “Who was winning?”

“Me.” I said like it was obvious.

“Of course.” I pinched the nearest nipple for the sarcasm. His eyes flashed

“Anyway, he tripped me and I knocked myself out on a rock. Hoooooo, was he scared.” I smiled, remembering Nimoshom telling me about it later. “He ran all the way home crying and got my grandfather, and they carried me back. I guess after I woke up the first thing I did was slap my brother real hard and cuss him out.”

“You would…” Davy mused with a wide grin. “How old were ye?”

“Five? Maybe six?”

“And yer brother?”

“The same. Twins.”

He gasped in fake horror, “There are two of you?” .

“Yup…’cept I’m better lookin’.” I felt a strange curved scar on the left side of his ribs and asked him about that.

“If you can believe it, I got chomped by a shark.”

My eyes widened. “What? Ow!”

He laughed, “Twas just a little four foot mako.”

“Little?”

“Well, ‘e did put up quite the fight… Took two of the crew to force ‘im offa me.”

“Good thing yer immortal then, hmm?” I gave him a kiss on the nose, as he was looking down.

I felt his hand run down my front as well, taking a moment to let the suckers on his finger kiss along the underside of my breasts, before settling on a scar. “This?”

“That’s called a breast. Most women have em’.” I gasped, somehow marshalling the nerve to be cheeky.

Growl. “Don’t be so evasive.” He was smiling though.

I smoothly stroked his shark-tooth scar and he shivered. “As the Captain pleases.”

That got me a louder growl and another long kissing graze, this time over my nipples. My entire body shivered in response. Breathing hard, I told him about the time I got ran over by a horse. This time it was his turn to fuss over me, even going so far as to lift the blanket to take a closer look.

“The hoof didn’t break anything, just cut. O’ course I had a beautiful bruise afterwards I showed off to half the village.”

He gave me a long, slow kiss on the scar, as if his lips could erase it. Maybe he won't ask about the one on my hip ... I felt a moment of panic. His show of concern was sweet, and I would lie like this all day if it meant I could hold on to the strange sense of peace I felt, but I couldn't have him treating me like glass when he knew I was anything but. And I wasn't opening up doors, not even for him, to places I intended to keep my own. I pulled at him, bringing his lips to mine, and kissed him senseless.

But his hand seemed to read my thoughts; it trailed to my hip, and the second his fingers touched the jagged edges that had never healed properly, I shuddered and closed my eyes. Unwanted memories flashed like lightning through my mind. I slowly shook my head. Don't ask me ... I can't tell you.

With the pointed end of his claw, he tipped my chin so I couldn't avoid his eyes. They'd turned from that happy dark blue to a lighter colour ... the colour I'd seen when he was agitated or someone had crossed him. I knew he was going to say something to chide me, to lure from my mouth words I did not want to say.

So, before he could speak, I slipped my hand under the soft, undulating mass of his tentacle beard, my fingers seeking the indentation with its own raggedy flesh that I knew scarred his left breast. My palm fit into that concave spot like it was a missing puzzle piece, and I pressed, letting my fingers grip the skin around it. I stared into his eyes, a silent look I hoped would tell him volumes.

Davy's brow furrowed, he was not pleased, but I wasn't going to look away. This was one struggle he wasn’t going to win. Without words, I asked him the same question he'd been about to ask me and watched as slowly his brow relaxed, and his eyelids seemed to grow travel weary. He conveyed his sorrow in mute surrender, bringing his hand from my hip to pull my own away from where his heart had been.

Taking a deep breath, I gave him a softer look, the best I could manage by way of apology. "We both have our ghosts, Davy."

He smiled sadly at me in agreement, then raised my palm to his lips and kissed it - almost like we'd just been introduced, only he'd forgot which side of the hand manners dictated got the brush of his lips. In that second, I knew of all his kisses, I'd remember this one most.

In silence we let that moment trail after us like the Dutchman's wake, until the ripples disappeared, and then we went on to tell each other more scar stories ... just not about our sad scars. Only the ones that produced laughter, or more often, kisses and caresses.

While copping a feel I found another interestingly shaped dent on his ass and just had to ask him about it. After the tension it was a perfect release and we both laughed hard at his “I sat on a sword” story. I told him of the time I tried to pull an axe out of a tree stump and whacked myself in the head with it. He felt the uneven part of my jaw for confirmation. He told me of how the Kraken bumped into him once and nearly crushed him against the hull of the Dutchman. He showed me the crooked rib. I kissed it like he kissed my horse-shoe scar.

What a wonderful way to spend a lazy morning.

My hand eventually worked its way down his body, just needing to feel that belly button again. As my mother used to say, it didn’t matter how a person looked or acted, their religion or origin, what mattered is that we all had belly buttons. I thought at the time she was just being silly but now it made sense… it made us all human. As surreal as this whole experience was, something as simple as a belly button put it in perspective.

Davy twitched when my fingers splayed out lightly against his belly.

Oh… OH!

He twitched when I did it again. Revelation! I grinned evilly at the newfound knowledge. “You’re ticklish!”

“I am not!” he protested. I did it again, crooking my finger and sweeping it back and forth across his apparently sensitive skin and he nearly choked in the effort not to laugh. “Quit that.” He warned, but I ignored him and did it again. His body curled instinctually and his eyes turned nearly black. “I warn’d ye!”

Before I knew what was happening he was on top of me, grasping both my wrists above my head and looking down at me with that menacing glower that didn’t even scare me anymore. Funny how quickly things change… I go from being totally frightened by his glares to being turned on by the thought of them. I’d have laughed but I had an ‘angry’ Captain to deal with.

"Seems I've not punished ye sufficiently."

I grinned up at him and got his belly with my big toe. This time he gasped before glaring at me again.

Oh oh.

As punishment for my impudence he spent the next eternity (it felt like) systematically hunting down every slightly sensitive piece of flesh and tickling it mercilessly til I squealed and begged him to stop. He spent the most time at my ribs and nearly got a knee in the head for his trouble, but he refused to stop until I promised never ever to tickle him in front of the crew, or to ever mention it to them, or he’d do this again. Screaming, I agreed to everything.

Out of breath, panting, but floating in that happy place that appears after a good laugh, I lay there completely limp but still bubbling with giggles. Davy was sitting on my legs, keeping most of his weight on his knees, and looking down at me softly. Something in my chest fluttered at the tender look in his face so I reached for him, and he lazily got off my legs and settled down next to me, wrapping his right arm around my waist and pulling me so that we were cheek to cheek and chest to chest. I let my hand rest on his hip and gave him a soft kiss, something to convey what words couldn’t. That I was comfortable, warm, felt loved, felt satisfied and very grateful that these feelings were here at all.

In the cocooned warmness of the blankets, each other, and the sun heated cabin we both promptly fell asleep with smiles on our faces.

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yeah, i had to end this one fluffy. sorry. LOL.

next chapter: epilogue....