Toxic

Toxic
i.e. the Honeymoon of Jack and Leah Sparrow

Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling

There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it

Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning round and round
Do you feel me now?

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With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
But you know that you're toxic
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It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It's taking over me

Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?

***
With a taste of your lips,
I'm on a ride,
You're toxic,
I'm slipping under,
With a taste of a poison paradise,
I'm addicted to you,
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do,
But you know that you're toxic!
But you know that you're toxic!
***

Taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
But you know that you're toxic?

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under (toxic)
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
But you know that you're toxic

Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now

DISCLAIMER: I don't own PotC. At all. But I DO own Leah, and John, and Jack Sparrow. At least, I do as of now, since I've got him locked in my closet ne'er to be released, savvy? :P

A/N: This here, ladies and gent’s, is the honeymoon of Leah and Jack Sparrow. If ye desire backstory, go to www.fanfiction.net/~saliennedelioncourt and click on “A Glimmer of Light”. The actually wedding will probably be up there someday… ANYWAYZ… this fic is set to "Toxic", and though some verses are moved around and repeated, I think it's fairly decent. Tell moi what ya think, all! Whether I should move some verses, or whether it's completely horrible, w/e.
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Baby, can't you see
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling

“You know, Jack, you have to be the damndest, most inconsiderate man I have ever met. You never even bloody asked me to marry you, just assumed that I would.”
“Seems to ‘ve worked out fairly well, eh?” he pointed out, placing his hands around her thin waist-still in that blasted dress, of course-and pressing her against the wall as best he could with it on her.
“What if I’d said no?”
“You wouldn’t have, luv. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. You can’t resist. Savvy?”
“Oh, I think I could,” she smiled, and attempted to slip away to his right, her left. It didn’t work, him capturing her and pushing her up against the wall again. He wasted absolutely no time in arranging a nice little meeting between her lips and his, her tongue and his. Naturally, both sides battled for supremacy, but eventually fell into a dance very natural to them both, the two of them working in harmony. Leah herself pressed her body closer to his, her hands slipping up his loose cotton shirt from the back. Luckily, neither of them was wearing shoes at that precise moment. Those had been discarded the moment John had been put to sleep, and the door was firmly shut behind them. They were completely alone.
One of his arms was wrapped around her now, holding her close, as his other, his right, moved to the front of her dress, caressing her for the briefest of moments before beginning to undo the front of the garment. Leah Swann couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation.
This wouldn’t be their first time, not by a long shot-they had a child, for goodness sake, one who was fast asleep in the next room at that very moment -but that didn’t make it any less fervent, any less electric. This was their honeymoon, after all. What was it to be, if not erotic?
“Mmmm…” Leah moaned, eyes closed, as Jack began to slip the dress down her shoulders, revealing the next layer of clothing.. That was not the cause for her little sound of pleasure, though. The moment her dress had slipped just a little, Jack’s lips, his teeth, his tongue, all of that, were devouring her neck, her collarbone, moving around and around the small sensitive area. She gasped when he retreated, leaving the moist flesh cooling in the air.
“Has anyone ever told you you wear far too much clothing, darling?” he asked her.
“Oh, well that would make you a lucky one, wouldn’t it, Captain Jack Sparrow?” she replied archly, looking deep into his chocolate eyes with her own smoky blue. “You get to rip it all off.”

There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it

Another deep, passionate kiss followed this, her dress quite literally ripped down, now. Leah was sure she heard the fabric break, but she couldn’t have cared less, to be honest. Impatiently, she stepped out of it, seizing his mouth again. The next moment, she’d gotten the shirt off and over his head, the article of clothing disregarded the moment it hit the floor.
Heart beating, she took a moment to admire his form, run her hand down his chest, the familiar scars. She was slightly surprised when he seized her exploring digits in his own, but smiled the next moment, bringing his hand close to her heart as their lips met again and again. Moving down his neck, his chest, she kissed the old old wounds, but only dwelled for the briefest of moments before moving back up.
It wasn’t long before Leah was just about nude, the bodice and skirts discarded. Only her “skivvies”, so to speak, were left on her. And Jack… Jack still had his bloody breeches on, not that there was much Leah could do about it at the moment. Physically, he overpowered her by a long shot. Effortlessly, he turned her away from the wall and led her backwards to the bed, and when her calves knocked against it, she let herself fall back, pushed herself further back on the bed as a matter of fact, him straddling her the next second.
Her many caramel locks fell all around her on the bed, spreading out and creating a thin covering beneath her head and upper back. After pulling her further onto the bed, so that they were both fully on it with room to spare, Jack tenderly pushed the hair to the left of her closer to her face, caressing her cheek momentarily.
Leah smiled, closing her eyes in bliss, but she gasped and they shot open the next moment, back arching. Using that gentle moment as a nice little distraction, he’d found the perfect moment to surprise her with some unexpected ministrations. Precisely, to, in one quick motion, move his hand down, beneath her underwear, and rub her clitoris for the briefest of moments before withdrawing.
“You bastard,” Leah breathed, heart pounding.
“Leah luv, I can be cruel or kind. How would you like to proceed, darling? Up to you,” he whispered into her ear, having bent over close to her face, his various dreadlocks, beads, and God knew what else falling around her.
“You damn bastard,” she breathed again, shivering despite herself from the effect his breath in her ear had. Not to mention the fact that he was now nibbling on her earlobe. Once he had finished this little task, he spoke again, quietly, very quietly.
“Well then, luv, cruel it is.”
“Bastard…”

Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning round and round
Do you feel me now?

Grinning with malevolence that made the helpless female shudder, the infamous Jack Sparrow took her wrists in one hand, barely heeding her weak struggle, and placed her hands securely above her head. Then, enjoying himself quiet a bit, went back to softly biting her ear before moving down her neck ever so slowly.
Lord, Leah was practically ready for him now. If he had taken her then and there, she would not have been disappointed. But, no, Jack had slightly different plans for her. It wouldn’t be quite that easy for her tonight.
He continued like this for quite some time, staying above her collar bones, but just when Leah was beginning to feel the greatest of exasperation, he, taking her trapped wrists with him, of course (He wasn’t going to allow the girl’s escape!) moved further down, down to the breasts. This part, this part was fun. But not nearly as fun as some of the other things he had planned for his darling Leah Swann… no, Leah Sparrow as of now. The thought made him grin as he took her right nipple into his mouth, and was quite pleased with the response he received. Another quick intake of breath from Leah, and a slight arching of her back. Though he couldn’t see it, she was biting her lip hard now, practically to the point of blood, trying as hard as she could to keep from crying out with even the smallest sound this early in the game. She could not let him win this easily. Win he would, she knew that for a fact, but she… she would hold on as long as she could. She knew he would not give her what she absolutely craved until she asked him for it, until she absolutely begged him. No matter what his need was, he enjoyed the game almost as much as the final outcome. Besides, this was their honeymoon. It would be… special.
For the next few minutes, he moved back and forth, from one breast to the other. Licking, biting, kissing, he did it all, and while his mouth was occupied with one, his right hand would rub, pinch, and tease the other. She could barely keep her wits about her, so completely intoxicating (and completely unfair!) was this, and so consequently began to struggle, wriggling under Jack’s strong form. This, of course, did her absolutely no good, as Jack Sparrow was now even more amused.
Grinning, he stopped his tantalization so suddenly that Leah froze, almost did cry out, and the breath was knocked out of her as he moved forward, lying full atop her, her arms once again fully extended above her head.
“Not enjoying yourself, luv?” he asked, obviously mocking, his face directly above hers. Leah remained silent, utterly unable to catch her breath. “Well then, perhaps I should stop.”
He feigned getting off of her, but Leah’s voice halted his movements. “No!” He was obviously faking, true-he was not about to stop now-but for all she knew, he was about to leave her there, come back at a later time. And she bloody needed him now.

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
But you know that you're toxic

“And why not?” he questioned archly, his free hand moving down the length of her left side and moving back up, stopping finally at her breast, kneading it as he saw fit. Her nipple was, once again, of particular interest, his calloused thumb moving back and forth against the practically rock-hard surface.
Oh, how easy it would have been to just tell him, to tell him to just bloody take her already… but Leah was stubborn, Leah was proud. And Leah was enjoying this, even if her desperation was on the brink of devouring her. Biting her lip, the newly Mrs. Sparrow turned her head to the side, shutting her eyes tight. She would not give in.
“Have it your way, darling,” he said, and bringing his hand up, forced her face back to its previous position, seizing her lips with his. She only resisted for the briefest of moments, barely a second or two, before meeting his fervency with her own.
There was an ache within her, centered between her thighs, one that had been building for quite a while now, and, God, she needed him to assuage it, but now, that was not going to happen for quite a while.
Before she quite knew what was happening, he’d released her hands, but before she could react, Jack had moved down the length of her body and, while one hand pulled her last remaining undergarment down and subsequently threw it to the floor, his other attacked her womanhood. No, not painfully attacked, but attacked it in such a way-not even entering her more than an inch at most-that caused her breath to halt, her back to arch a good height above the bed. Her hands, completely free, gripped the sheets tightly. The moment he slowed down even slightly, Leah crashed back down onto the covers, a small sort of sob-laugh escaping her mouth. She was so close now, so close to orgasm… And he had yet to even enter her fully with his fingers, even. He had complete control over her when it came to times like this.

There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it


Sensing how close to the edge she was, could easily tell by the quivering and tightening of her womanhood, her writhing, the force of her head moving from side to side, Jack stopped. Leaving her unfulfilled, he drew away his hand, and trailing a sole finger up her stomach, between her breasts, and finally to her face, moving it softly down her cheek.
Confused, whimpering, not quite certain of what had just occurred-she’d been so bloody close-Leah looked up at him in disbelief. He was face to face with her once again, straddling her. She had felt his erection, could feel it now. How could he? The ache… it was so strong now, it practically hurt. God, what he did to her. Still, she could not help but return his next kiss, lifting her head up after his own when he withdrew.
“You bloody bastard!” she managed to gasp out at last, but at the first sign of movement from her hands, he seized the wrists again, trapping her.
“Now, I did warn you, luv.”
“I bloody hate you!” she snarled at last, her eyes blazing as she watched him. It was a good thing that the Pearl was deserted, else someone might have heard her. But, luckily for them, the only other living human being on the ship was little John, and he was out cold. Leah had a sneaking suspicion Jack had fed the toddler some rum, but really, she doubted it. The child was still very little, and hadn’t slept much for the past two days, because of recent events. No, no one would hear her scream.
Grinning, Jack moved his face ecloscloser to her own, his raven hair closing her in. “Then you’ll absolute loathe me after I’m done with you, darling. Savvy?”

Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your loving now
I think I'm ready now

Captain Jack Sparrow continued his little game for a good while after that. His fingers would delve, then, just as she was close, he’d pull out. She was so swollen now, so wet… it was the most exquisite pain she had ever felt, and also the most enduring, an ache that would not leave. She was so hot all over, burning. It felt as if she would melt, or burst into flames, or perhaps both. It was worst when his mouth delved down there, his expert tongue. He’d certainly had the time and abundance of women to practice on, hadn’t he? She was dying in sensations, and was close to tears every time he stopped. She was going mad. He would continue to tantalize her, to absolutely torture her, till the end of eternity if she didn’t stop this.
“God, please,” she cried out at last, just as he began to withdraw his mouth for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “Please…” she implored, practically sobbing, a single tear actually leaking from each eye.
“Please what, luv?” he pressed, his breathing fast and shallow. He hadn’t been sure that he’d be able to hold out for much longer himself, actually. It was a bloody good thing she gave in when she did. Then again, he was deeply impressed with how long she had been able to resist him. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all, and he could only guess at what a hell she was in presently. A poignant, passionate hell.
“You know what!” she exclaimed, but then, knowing that wasn’t going to be good enough, “Please… please let me finish, Jack. Lord, please, please just fuck me already! I’m going out of my mind!” If that wasn’t good enough, she didn’t know what was. She was so des desperate, she would have said anything right then. In fact, she was shocked at the fact that she still had the power of speech, so carnal and utterly jumbled was her mind.
“Well, darling, I’m happy to oblige,” he informed her, and Leah, for one, did not regret giving in in the least, at least, not after what happened next.

It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It's taking over me

At first, she thought that he wasn’t going to allow her find her release, as he moved down her body and, instead of entering her with his delightful and hard organ, entered her with his tongue once again. But, this time, as the sensations flooded her, filled her utterly and completely, he didn’t stop. She’d been anticipating it, had been terrified of it, but he didn’t stop. He continued, if anything, more skillfully than before, and Mrs. Jack Sparrow screamed as the warmth utterly filled her, exploded within her body, as she felt an all-encompassing pleasure spread from her center to the tips of her toes and to the roots of her hair. Though she hardly noticed it, her scream was muffled by his hand, his other stroking her and soothing her, keeping her sustained as she ascended the peak of the mountain. Best not to wake the baby in the middle of this. That… wouldn’t be very good, especially for Jack, who was almost as bad as Leah had been, if that was even possible.
And she… let us say this. She was not anywhere near final fulfillment.
Sitting up, Jack’s legs down on either side of her th, Le, Leah seized his mouth in an ardent kiss, her hands slipping down and pulling his pants down. She could feel his erection quite keenly against her stomach, and Leah, sweat-drenched and reduced to such basic instinct as she was, knew only one thing. This was going too damn slow. She needed that in her. If it didn’t happen, she was sure of only one thing. She would die. It was as simple as that.
The cloth was thrown to the wooden floor within seconds, and the next moment, what both Leah and Jack had been craving for the past hour occurred. He was buried in her, straight to the hilt, with a grunt from him and a small yell from her. A perfect fit.
Jack was forced to stay like that for a moment, not moving so as not to end this too quickly, but within moments, he was ready. Right before he began to move, though, Leah had an idea, a very small form of payback, as it were. She clenched her muscles tight, causing him to groan in ecstasy.
“You little demon,” he whispered into her ear, pulling out and pushing back in again. Her back arched at the sheer pleasure of this, her mind barely able to comprehend the words. But, through the thick haze of lust, she managed to smile as a result of her small triumph. He could not be any more “cruel” that night. He was too far-gone himself, already. And perhaps he would forget by their next little meeting… maybe. Probably not. Ah well, too late now.

Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air
And it's all around
Can you feel me now?

Leah and Jack Sparrow moved relatively slow at first, but before long, pure carnal desire, instinct, emotion, seized them both. Leah lay there, bucking her hips against his in a frenzy of passion, needing him to go harder, faster, deeper, if that was possible. After a time, the pair rolled over, and then Leah was on top, grinding her hips onto his. Her lips met his, drinking in the intoxicating elixir that was Captain Jack Sparrow, and they rolled over again, back the way they had come. Leah must have come at least three times before her fourth, and final, time, with all of its quivers and clenches, sent Jack Sparrow over the edge himself. It wasn’t at all disappointing for him, either. Not with any of the whores in any of the ports he had visited has Jack Sparrow felt the pleasure quite so keenly as he did with Leah. As for her, she’d only been with one other person, and had never even finished with them at that. Jack was all that mattered, all that pleased her, and no amount of curiosity or anger would ever drive her from this man again. Never.
Panting, Jack and Leah collapsed in a sweaty heap, him withdrawing and collapsing off to her side, enfolding her in his arms. They kissed lingeringly, tenderly, and then Leah Swa-Sparrow! she reminded herself-burrowed contentedly into her lover’s, into her husband’s, chest, her eyes closing in bliss, her limbs intertwined with his.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned softly as he took her face away from him, lifting her chin with his finger, causing her eyes to meet his own heavily kohled ones. “I love you, Mrs. Sparrow,” he told her seriously, pushing the stray strands of hair out of her face and behind her ear with the hand that was not still lightly stroking her chin, the left hand.
The words sent a thrill of emotion through Leah, almost bringing her to tears again, but this time, they were tears of utter and complete joy. She well remembered a time when he avidly refused to admit such, well remembered what that, coupled with a few other little problemad bad brought her to do.
“I love you too, Jack,” she whispered, smiling as she brought her own hand to his cheek. Her eyes were shining with tears. “God, I love you.
“Even if you are the worst of scoundrels at times,” she added, and, him playing innocent, the two kissed again.
Leah had thought herself utterly spent, but now… now she felt a familiar heat building within her. And Jack, Jack would not require that much time to recover. He never did. And until he did recover… well, he would have fun, but he wouldn’t be anywhere near as evil as he had been. Or maybe…
Well, Leah thought to herself, kissing Jack as passionately as she ever had, preparing herself for what was to come, If this doesn’t consecrate our marriage, I don’t know what does.

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
But you know that you're toxic!
But you know that you’re toxic!

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A/N: Hehehe… that was fun to write. So, what y’all think? Review for cookies! ;-)