Enfin Conclusion Du Ciel (Finally Finding Heaven)

Enfin Conclusion Du Ciel (Finally Finding Heaven)
Author: Mistress Sparrow
Pairing: You/Jack
Rating: R
Chapters: 4
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with Johnny Depp, Jack Sparrow, or Pirates of the Caribbean. It’s all Disney or Vanessa Paradis. The lucky, lucky woman.
Summary: Jack was so sure that you would be safe on Tortuga, it had been over three years and no one had found you. Now, thanks to a criminal hoping to get immunity, he has informed Commodore Norrington where Jack has hidden you. The Commodore has been waiting for sometime now to get his hands on Jack and now that he has found out where you are, Jack is finally within his grasp.

~~For Becca. I just couldn’t leave you hanging on ‘The Undoing Of Jack’. Here’s your sequel sweetie~~

Chapter 1 Jacks Worst Fear

The Dauntless floated quietly in the bay off of Tortuga, waiting for any sign of life in the house. If that man in the village had lied to him, Norrington would see him hang right beside Jack when he caught him. After what seemed like hours, a soft glow filled one of the rooms and James smiled that evil knowing smile that fit him in one of these moods. In his minds eye, the sight of Jack Sparrow doing the Gallows Dance, made the smile broader. Sparrow was finally within his grasp.

The candles you had lit in the front room filled the tiny space, the flames light dancing upon the pale walls. You had spent many nights reading, trying to fill the time until Jack returned from his final voyage upon the Black Pearl. He wanted to go back out with the crew, making sure that Gibbs and Anamaria would be okay by themselves without him. After that, Jack was home for good with you.

The chirping of the crickets crept in through the open windows, but otherwise, a solemn hush was over the island. Odd, since you could always hear the faint commotion coming from the taverns in Tortuga. There was no laughter tonight, no hollering, and no gunshots. Nothing. Goosebumps rose on your arms and you briskly brush them away, lying to yourself and saying that everything was fine. Something was definitely off.

You pull the blanket tightly around you as you settle back in with the book. Without warning, the door of your home burst open. The wooden door exploded into thousands of tiny pieces and you cover your face from the flying debris. Before you had even thought to move, rough hands were hauling you to your feet. You cry out, knowing full well that no one will hear you but you do anyway.

As you are dragged down the rocky hill, you hear that most heartbreaking sounds coming from behind you. They were destroying your home. The windows shattered, tables breaking, dishes smashing on the floor. There was a ripping and you could only guess that they were the expensive silk curtains Jack had found for you in Spain. They had been put up to keep out the intruding rays of the sun in the morning, keeping out the reminder that you were starting another day without Jack. Everything inside your home was being torn apart and you were helpless to stop them.

Forced by the Navy officers into a rowboat, your wrists were bound by a boorish piece of rope that cut into your skin but the men seemed not to care. As they start for the ship, you already know why they have come for you. Jack; there was no other reason. They wanted Jack and they would use any means necessary. You rub the ring on your left finger, the ring Jack had given you as an engagement ring. Everything will be okay you tell yourself.

They hauled you over the side of the Dauntless, dropping you onto the deck unceremoniously and watching you roll until you stop at some ones feet. The wood beneath your body seemed cool in the night air but when you looked up, the coldness seemed to intensify from the set of eyes that were glaring at you. A white wig sat atop his head, his vibrant red jacket, and the arrogant face.

“This is Sparrows woman?” James asked, the word woman coming out like a filthy name. “Well, I feel that Jack will definitely be coming after you. Take her below. Lock her in irons.”

No word of introductions needed to be said. You knew James Norrington anywhere. Jack had pointed him out from afar on your voyage here when you’d stopped in Port Royal on the way to the island. Jack told you to stay away from him. Nothing was said of why but you knew automatically. The situation you find yourself in now was why you were to stay away.

The two men locked you inside of the iron cage, your wrists still bound by the rope as well as irons and the rope was red in some places from your blood. You survey the ‘room’ they’d put you in. A cot and a bucket; they obviously go all out to make their prisoners feel welcome.

“I hope he was worth what’s coming to you,” one of the officers said nastily. Make that two buckets, as he slid another through the bars that contained water then left you alone.

The Black Pearl would be docking soon, a week or so, and Jack would find you missing. Just the thought of something happening to Jack while he was trying save you made you sick to your stomach. After emptying the meager contents into the empty bucket, you take a bit of the water in your mouth to rinse the foul taste away. Walking to the small, salt encrusted window, you stare out into the night.

An occasional wave sloshed over the small porthole but it didn’t interrupt your thoughts of what was to happen. You prayed, on wasted breath, that Jack would do anything stupid. He was going to go insane when he came home to you gone. He will already know who has you after seeing the house then he’ll come after you, no question about it, but did you want him to risk his life? If you knew that your dying would keep him safe, would you gladly give up your own for his? Of course, you love him that much.

Chapter 2 Revenge…No Matter The Cost

The Black Pearl sailed into the cove a little over a week later. Dropping anchor and rowing quickly to shore, Jack could barely wait to hold you in his arms. With his last voyage behind him and his marriage ahead, he was more than ready to come home. The crew was left to tie up the boats while Jack was sprinting for the house, his hat flying from his head in his hast to see you.

“( ), I’m back, me luv!” he called as he made the final turn to the house and slowed. He saw the door, or lack there of, and stepped warily towards the hole. His calloused fingers ran over the frame of where the door had once stood then his eyes looked inside the house. Disarray. Shambles. A horrid nightmare awaited him as he took in the sight of the home he’d built for your both. There was nothing left.

Jack walked through the house, every room looking worse than the last. The usual drunken swagger that he had was gone. He couldn’t remember being this sober in his entire life. He knew already that you weren’t here. If you had been, he would have felt your presence in the house; the bond between you both went that deep.

“Jack?” Anamaria called from the front of the house, shocked at the sight as well. Glass shards covered the floor, glittering in the suns rays that came through the uncovered windows. The orange glow of the setting sun did nothing to hide the disorder of the house. Ana looked at the floor, your beautiful white silk curtains that had once hung over the windows had been sliced and shredded, lying in a heap on the floor. “Sparrow? Is she here?” Ana asked, already knowing the answer.

“She’s gone” Jack muttered, low and evilly. He was holding a leg of one of the chairs in his hand as he stared around the room, his eyes finally landed on Ana. They’d had their time together, long long ago, and now she’d come to be like his best friend. She was still in shock of the home he’d spent so long fixing for you and he. Jack saw the hurt and sadness in Ana’s eyes. You’d come to be a best friend to his old flame and her only female friend.

“Norrington” Jack hissed, snapping the wooden chair leg over his thigh and throwing the pieces on to the cluttered floor. “I know it was him.” Jack stalked past Ana and into the bedroom, Anan in tow. She knew Jack, better than anyone except you, and when he was mad he did some very stupid things. Jack withdrew a knife from his belt and started to pry at the floorboards.

Ana glanced at the bed that he’d found in France. The antique furniture reflected the rest of the house and she shook her head before returning her attention back to what Jack was doing. She watched with curiosity as Jack pulled one floor board up, then two, then three, finally four and lifted a small box from inside the hole. Ana crouched down beside Jack as he opened the lid, staring at her with the most mischievous smile he could muster.

“I thought ye got rid of ‘er,” Ana said, staring at the gun that Jacks father had given him after his maiden voyage. Instead of the single barrel like the one he usually carried at his side, this one had three. The gold and silver Italian Triple Barrel was a beauty and Jack had only shot it once and that was when he killed his fathers’ murderer. Now, it was being used to get you back.

“Nay lass. How could I part with somethin’ so beautiful? Somethin’ with so many memories?” Jack checks the barrels, seeing that they were loaded and takes the extra shots and dumps them into his pocket.

“We’re sailin’ fer Port Royal then?” Ana asks, resting a small hand on Jacks shoulder.

“Aye luv. Get the crew back to the ship. We sail tonight.”

Anamaria raced from the house and down to the docks, shouting orders. Jack listened to the authority in her voice, knowing that he’d handed over the Black Pearl to the right person. Ana would do his ship proud, but now, you were his main concern. Norrington was going to pay this time. He obviously thought that it had been a smart move on his part to come into his house and take you, but he was wrong…dead wrong.

Chapter 3 Punishment

You had been locked in the dingy jail for over a week, the same jail that Jack himself had spent time in, and that offered some consolation. Looking through the bars, you frown that there had been no signs of Jack, Ana, Gibbs, or the Black Pearl. Deep down, you hoped that he would send some of the crew to scout out Port Royal and find out what was going to happen. Knowing your Jack, he was probably going to walk off the ships, pistol and cutlass drawn, spoiling for a fight.

The hammering that came from the fort carried through the iron bar-covered windows of the jail. Not a word was spoken about who they were building the gallows for. You. According to Norrington, all of your ‘offences’ were subject to hanging and that’s what was going to happen. You only hoped that Jack came afterwards, saw your body hanging over the ocean at Gallows Point where the other pirates’ bodies hung, and left knowing that you’d died for him to be safe. That morning they had brought you a thin white cotton shift to wear, white being the color of purity and hoping God would save your damned soul.

“It’s time” came a mans voice. You look up into the eyes of an officer who stood outside the bars. He didn’t seem as mean looking as the others yet he was still one of them. You control the tears of fear that threaten to spill down your cheeks but you would be brave. Jack wouldn’t want to see any tears.

As you emerge from the dark, damp confines of the jail, the sweltering Caribbean sun blinds you as they lead you through the crowd to your fate. Looking back, you never thought that you would be found and neither had Jack. If there had been any shred of doubt in his mind, he would have taken you to Isla de Muerta and kept you there. He’d been so careful when he was looking for a home for the both of you. Home, you thought and it made you sick to your stomach again. The only home you’d ever known was now gone, just like your life within the next couple of minutes.

The man slips the noose over your head and you feel the coarseness of the rope as it the man tightens it around your neck. Your hands that were tied at the base of your back make you unable to brush aside the offense. The first thing you see from upon the ten foot perch is the iron cage to the left, waiting for your dead body to be put inside. They meant to hang you then let your body swing over the water, warning all other pirates to beware.

After swallowing hard at the thought, your eyes drift over to see Commodore Norrington and Governor Swann standing beneath an archway at one of the building, protecting them from the sizzling sun. Norrington had the same satisfied grin on his face while Governor Swann stared off into the sky above you head, still not believing the James had decided this was the best way to get to Jack. Jesus, you had been friends with his daughter and Elizabeth was to upset to leave the house.

Liz, whom you’d met years before was no where in sight, but that didn’t surprise you. She hadn’t the stomach for hangings, especially of someone that she knew, and after she’d pretended to faint at Jack’s, she wasn’t allowed anymore. No one from the crew was there either. Jack hadn’t come home in time to find you gone and now, your fate was sealed.

A man, smaller than you, stepped onto the gallows to the right and unrolled the scroll that he’d carried under his arm. “( ), you have been charged with piracy, harboring an entire crew of pirates, and withholding information leading to the capture of Captain Jack Sparrow. The sentence of death by hangings in irons is to be carried out.” The officer nodded to the hangman and his hand rises to the lever that would let the floor drop from beneath your feet.

Taking one last look at the sky, your eyes stare straight into the suns blinding rays. A single tear falls down your cheek but you stand quietly, accepting the fate that had been chosen for you without debate. With your shoulders back, the awkward angle of your restraints caused your breasts to push forward proudly into the air; you felt like a martyr. Jack would be safe again after this was over. Waiting for the floor to leave your feet, a shot rang out through the fort and your eyes search every place at once. Finally your eyes land on a figure, sitting atop of the surrounding wall.

Jack had crept in not a minute to late. Sitting there, his legs dangling over the side, he leaned forward with his gun in hand. You could see the rage in his eyes, even from the distance between you and your heart seemed to stop. You hadn’t thought that you would be seeing his gorgeous face again.

“Commodore!” Jack yelled in an angered, rough voice that rang out like the shot had.

Norrington was still looking for the shot when he heard his voice and followed the pointing fingers to the wall. With the smirk still playing on his face, he stepped from beneath the shade, hands behind his back in his arrogant manner.

“I figured you’d come Sparrow” James calls.

“Aye, to retrieve what ye stole from me” Jack replies, raising his gun again and firing one shot. You feel the rope slacken quickly and pile at your feet. “After ( )’s released, I’ll be taken ‘er spot on the gallows. There be a few matters that need settlin’ first.”

“Name them” Norrington concedes.

“She is free to go and once she is aboard me ship, safe and sound, I’ll be takin’ ‘er place. I want to know that she’s safe. She’s free to start over anywhere and not be hunted for the crimes she didn’t do.” Jack stared straight at you, his eyes never leaving your face as he spoke his terms. You shook your head, trying to tell him not to and just to run, but he wouldn’t listen. “Do we ‘ave an accord?”

“Aye, we do,” Norrington says, nodding to the hangman to release you.

Will who had pushed his way through the crowd, rushes up the stairs and to your side. He takes you in his arms, pulling you from the gallows but your eyes never left Jacks. He only nods and winks at you, motioning for you to go with Will. Jack saw the love in your eyes that you had for him and it killed him to do this, but if it was better for you, he’d hand himself over to Norry a thousand times.

Chapter 4 Finality

Everything was going to be just fine. That was what Will and Liz had been telling you on the boat ride to the ship. If everything was okay, then after three hours later, why was Jack still not there?

“( ), please” Elizabeth implored, following you as you paced the deck of the ship. Her hands rested on yours shoulders, her pert nose level with yours as she stared you in the eye. “Just be patient. He’ll be coming, I promise.”

“Elizabeth is right” Will tells you. “Getting out of the fort isn’t easy, ( ), especially when there were that many officers there.” You stare at both of them, knowing they were only trying to calm your fears.

“I know, but it’s been hours” you say, starting to pace the deck of the ship again. Elizabeth and Will watch as you wring your hands. You hadn’t shed a tear yet, in fear or in sadness, only because you were trying to stay strong and optimistic. Jack would never show his fear, if he ever had any, and neither would you.

Ana was resting against the wheel, continuously checking the area around the ship. She wasn’t about to voice her fears allowed, a good Captain never did, yet she wasn’t so sure Jack would be joining them again. Jack had gotten himself out of worse situations and in less time before and with each passing minute, the feeling grew worse.

They waited on into the night. The gun-fire had died down hours ago and everyone feared the worst. Something had happened. You were even sure of it now. Jack would have already been on the ship with you if he were still alive. Will had offered several times to go back to the island and see what was happening but you declined. You knew in your heart that Jack was gone and you cool eyes challenged any aboard the Pearl to voice the hard-truth aloud.

“Ana, take us to Tortuga” you tell her. You had stood at the weathered railing of the ship, in the same spot where he’d taken your willing body a month before, looking out over the calm water.

Anamaria’s head turned slowly. You’d never given an order to anyone for as long as she’d known you. She was the new Captain, which meant she gave the orders, but Ana saw the emptiness in your eyes and couldn’t defy the command. The instructions came from her mouth quickly and the crew jumped to obey. Will left to help the others, leaving you and Liz to yourselves on the deck. Liz’s arms wrapped around your shoulders in quiet support, something that she knew you would need, starting now and for a very long time.

The sailing to Tortuga was pleasant; no storms and beautiful sunny weather. You’d stayed in Jack’s cabin the entire time, barely eating and sleeping. Ana and Gibbs took turns at the wheel throughout the night while the other slept below, making sure that someone was always above deck with you.

The smell of Jack hung thick in the cabin; rum, the musky scent that always clung to his skin, and the sea. You’d hugged his pillow tightly in your arms that night, breathing in the intoxicating aroma then cried for the loss of your love. He’d given his life to protect you, just like you had been ready to do for him and he’d given you the chance to start over without fear.

It was on the second sleep-eluded night that you inspected the cabin, taking in every inch that Jack had once occupied, and you take a seat behind his desk. It was cluttered but you’d always expected that; Jack had never been much on order. You open each drawer, looking through the papers, and under the final stack you find a red leathered journal.

Withdrawing it from the desk, you walk back to the bed as you flip through the pages. Lying down on the bed upon your stomach you begin to read, covering your mouth at the sweetness of every word he’d written on each page. He’d kept a journal from the beginning, when he’d first seen you in Jamaica. All the way up until ten days ago, not one day was left out of the book. He talked of love, of the life he wanted with you, wanting you for more than a lover, taking you for a wife. He spoke of how life was going to be once he was home for good, moving from Tortuga and back to Jamaica. He wanted to build you another home, far away from where everyone knew him and you both could live in peace. He wrote of the day he’d realized he was in love with you: the day he’d brought you to your home and seen your eyes. The happy tears that had trickled down your cheeks as you on the porch, overwhelmed at the gift.

The last entry in the book, scrawled in his writing ripped the last shreds of your heart apart: Should I have to sum up how my life will be with ( ). T’would be like enfin conclusion du ciel. Finally finding heaven. JS

You scream out in anguish, cursing Jack for what he had done, and the book went flying across the room. The hard book collided with his mirror, shattering the glass and spraying the reflective material in every direction. Anamaria came through the door at the sound and called for Liz and Will. They all knew it was only a matter of time until you’d go crazy with loss. Will grabbed a bottle of Jacks rum and somehow managed to get you plastered, making you pass out for the rest of the voyage to Tortuga. Liz was not speaking to him because of it since he knew her thoughts on rum.

~One Week Later, On Tortuga~

Being back on Tortuga had seemed like a good idea at first. Alas, being with the criminals again and the whores, had made you miss Jack all the more and you’d barely left the drink alone. You were on day six.

Will and Liz went over to see what was left of the house four days earlier, coming back with a crate of a few things that were unbroken. You had started a box of the flowers Jack would always leave on your pillow, in the bottom drawer of your dresser which they’d found, along with the note asking you to marry him. A small leather pouch that contained the money he’d leave you when he docked. A tiny wooden box that contained the few meager pieces of jewelry that you owned. They’d brought them all back but even having your possessions back didn’t seem to help. What you wanted was Jack. How funny was it that what you had waited for patiently for, not seemed to be dangling on a sting, just out of your reach.

Staring down at ring he’d given you, the amethyst and rubies reflecting what light there was in the bar, you wished that you hung beside of him. At least then, you’d be together in death. When they felt that you’d had enough for one night, Gibbs and Ana helped you from the bar. Everyone knew who you were on the island and they moved out of the way as the two pirates led the way, half carrying, half pulling your drunken body through the streets.

The criminal that had ratted you out had been killed shortly before your return, hoping that you’d forgive the rest of the island for his selfishness. You hadn’t even cared but they knew you held no ill-will towards them. They’d seen you in Tortuga in the past years and you’d always been nice to them, no matter their crimes and they gave you their respect.

“( ), you really need to stop this” Gibbs chided, taking most of your weight onto him.

“Gibb’s be right” Ana commented, pushing pieces of fallen hair from your face. “It’s not good fer ya.”

“I don’t care” you slur, trying to get your feet to cooperate but to no avail, they will not listen. You try to focus on anything through your alcohol blurred eyes but everything around you passes in a blur.

“Well, we do” came Liz’s tart voice from behind. She’d seen Ana and Gibbs carrying you through the streets again and started marching afterwards, Will trying to keep up. “You can’t keep doing this every night ( ). It won’t make him come back!” she shouted then stopped and covered her mouth.

You stop, and your escorts stop with you. You sway around, since a graceful turn was out of the question, and stare with hardened eyes at Liz. Her face was blushed with embarrassment and her eyes large. No one had brought up Jack’s death since that day.

“Thank you for reminding me Elizabeth, but I haven’t forgotten that he’s dead. He’s fucking dead and not coming back” you sneer at her. How dare she say something so hurtful to you?

You jerk free of Ana and Gibbs, fending for yourself in the offensive city. Walking over the dirt-covered streets, you lock eyes with several people. Most of them were people that you didn’t know but were smart enough to leave you alone in your present mood. You make your way through the backstreets and down to the harbor, wanting to be close to the water. You’d come down to the beach so many times during the day and night, knowing that this was the closest you would get to Jack again.

Falling down on to the sand, you stare out over the dark water. The sun had hidden itself away hours before, leaving the thumb-nail shaped moon to appear in its place. The dim light from the slivered orb reflected dimly on to the water and land, barely enough light to see your hand in front of your face.

My love your heart whispers to him. How could you leave me here alone? We waited so long to be together, now, it seems such a waste. We spent so many years getting to this point and now, it was taken from us and I don’t now where to go from here.

“Please Jack” you whisper aloud, through that hands that hid your face as you wept. “I need to know what to do without you.”

The sobs of grief overtake your body, your shoulders wrenching under the force of your crying. You were left with without so much as a thought of what was next. Two weeks ago, you knew exactly what was going to happen. You were going to be married and live your life with Jack, with the man you loved. Both of you were going to live in the house he’d made into a home and have children together. You were going to grow old together and sit on the porch, watching the sun go down in each others arms. Now, everything is crumbling around you and you are helpless to stop it.

You hear the footsteps walking up the beach but you pay them no mind. They stop somewhere off to your right but you don’t bother to look. If it was Liz, she’d better just turn back and go away. She was the last person you’d wanted to see tonight.

“Luv, how many times will ye cry over somethin’ I’ve dun?” came a voice.

The tears stop suddenly. Your whole body turns slowly at the sight, and you stagger as you stand up. Shirtless from the waist up, wet dreadlocks hanging down onto the top of his chest, stood Jack. His cutlass in pistol grasped in one soaked, dripping hand while his shirt and jacket were in the other.

“Damn, I can’t even get drunk anymore. I’m going to see you” you wail, starting to cry again. “Just leave me alone. I can’t have him so don’t mock me with this!” you scream up to the heavens.

“( ),” Jack says as he throws down the possessions in his hand, stepping forward to grab your arm as you trip in the sand and start to fall. “My God, you’re drunk!” he aquises, smelling the stench of the cheap island liquor on your body.

You feel the heat radiating through your numb body and gasp as if he’d burned you. His brown eyes held yours, like his arms and it registered in you drunken brain that he was alive and there.

“My God” you breathe, your fingers moving slowly upwards, almost as if you moved to fast, he’d disappear. His lips, those eyes, “How?”

“I hid in the city fer a while. Norry searched everywhere but in Governor Swanns mansion. Swann decided to give me one night and I borrowed a boat the next mornin’ before dawn. It took me all this time ta get here. The dingy isn’t as fast as me Pearl, luv.”

You were still in shock. Making sure that you weren’t dreaming, your hands run over every inch of skin that you could get to, feeling the warmth of his body under your palms.

“Luv, I promise ye, it’s me. I’m not dead. If you need more proof, run yer hands lower to see if I’m alive” he purrs. You can feel the rumbling of his low voice in his chest that was pressed against yours.

Before another word can be spoken, your arms throw themselves around his neck and smile, not fully understanding what had happened, but you really don’t care. He was here, standing on the beach, and you were in his arms.

Jacks hands were roaming over every inch of your body at, as if to absorb you into him. A growl came from his mouth as he finally relaxed after being put through hell this past week. You were indeed safe and that was all that had mattered to him. He held you for several minutes before he spoke again.

“Did you think that I’d let Norry stop me from getting to ye? Not even death could keep me away. Luv, it’s killed me knowin’ that ye thought I was dead. I had to know that ye were safe though. You’ve always been first, no matter what. Unfortunatly, we’re going ta have ta leave Tortuga soon” he says, pulling away slightly to look in your eyes.

“Why?” you question. “What’s wrong?” The tone of concern in your voice matching his and you saw the uneasiness lurking behind his eyes.

“I shot Norrington. I don’t rightly know whether he’ll live or not” he tells you, his tone flat and uncaring.

Gasping, you cover your mouth at the shocking news he shared. You harbor much anger and hatred for the Commodore but you would never wish him dead. Pressing a hand to your stomach, you control the emotions that clash together. You’ve gone from extreme happiness to excessive fear all over again and suddenly all the liquor you’d drank felt like it wasn’t going to stay in your stomach. Norrington wouldn’t rest until you were both caught and hung now. Jack wrapped his arms tighter around you, sensing the fear and wanting the power to take it away.

Pulling free of Jack, you scurry away to rid yourself of the liquor into the sand. You feel him standing behind of you and his tanned, sea-weathered hands pull your hair back from your face as you bend over. Jack leads you down to the water, where you take a handful of the salty water and put it into you mouth to rinse. You and Jack finally settle back down on to the beach, his arms already wrapping themselves around your waist and pulling you between his legs, back to chest.

“Luv, I wish I could wait till morning to tell you this and figure out a plan, but I can’t. I jumped from the boat I sto---borrowed---a day ago and swam the rest of the way here. That should throw the damned English dogs off for a little bit but we’re going to have to leave tonight. Will and Liz too. Any suggestions?”

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you turn in his arms to look his handsome face. Smiling coyly at your pirate, you bite your bottom lip as you stare into his eyes. “I know of one place we could go together.”

“Where is that?” he asked. “Pick the place luv. We’ll build a new home,” he tells you, his long fingers fanning the air.

“If you’re up to it, I’m up for enfin conclusion du ciel” you whisper, your lips slightly below his.

“I see ye found me journal” he confirms, claming your lips with his in a kiss that would have shattered the stars and rocked the moon down from the heavens. If enfin conclusion du ciel is what you wanted, you were going to have it.

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