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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
821
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Raconteur
Title: Raconteur
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Anamaria / Sinan (OMC)
Rating: R (this started off as PG but these two can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Disclaimer: Disney is disinclined to acquiesce to my request for ownership. So I commandeered them… with every intention of giving them back.
Notes: “Injury” prompt for a hurt/comfort ficlet challenge. Sinan is a Turkish Corsair Rais (Captain) he belongs to my imagination. Companion to ‘Mask & Mirror’ universe (that is still taking shape). Raconteur is another term for a storyteller.
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Anamaria had nestled into the comfortable spot she had found under Sinan’s arm, listening to the steady rhythm of his breath. Her eyelids started to flutter closed when he chuckled, “ No falling asleep, you are to share a story with me tonight.”
Lifting her head up, she could see by the look in his eyes he was not going to be ignored. “So, I am to play storyteller to my sultan tonight.” She prodded him playfully in the ribs before rolling over onto her elbows. “What story does he want to hear?”
“I want to hear how you came to be with Captain Sparrow.” He answered.
“That is no great story, he helped me when I was injured is all.” She shrugged
“Ah, my ċáņļí one, at times you are so guarded. I mean no offense, just desire to know more about you.” He gently touched her chin bringing her gaze back up to his. When she did not respond he raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully.
“With a look like that I am not sure if I want to talk, I would rather the pleasure of bedding you again.” She murmured before kissing him gently. The gentleness was short lived as his lips responded to hers ardently. He pulled back slightly, “Story first, then we will see what transpires after.”
As her fingertips idly explored the hair on his chest she took delight watching his eyes close and lips part just slightly.
“It was many years ago, while fishing the waters off St. Kitt’s. I had brought in a good catch to Basseterre. Once my load was lightened and my pockets heavier, I indulged in a game of liar’s dice with the crew. It turned out to be a profitable turn and when it was done I headed to find something to fill my stomach and a place to sleep.”
Her voice softened a bit, “The Captain, a vile arse of a man took it upon himself to ‘teach me a lesson for winning’. That lesson wound up later costing his life, through no fault of my own. That is a different story though and I am getting ahead of myself, as are you.” She shivered as she felt his hands tracing the contours of her back.
“By all means, continue,” He chuckled; knowing full well the distracting effect his fingers were having on her memory.
“I do not recall what happened, only that Jack found me lying in the street and brought me up to a room at a nearby inn. I awoke spitting curses and trying to fight off the woman who was attempting to clean off the blood.”
Sinan nodded, “Somehow that fails to surprise me.”
Feigning that she was coming in for a kiss, Anamaria nipped his neck, tasting a slight saltiness that lingered. He responded by rolling over and pinning her arms down. His mouth mere inches from hers, he savored her breath as it came out slightly ragged. “El aman, what will I do with you?”
“Whatever you desire,” she whispered up to him. “Shall I continue?”
“Please, although I fear I am becoming impatient.” From the moment he had brought himself over upon her she had become aware of his state. It seemed now that the story mattered little for its content and more for its intent at drawing out what they were both yearning for. He maintained his hold on her arms with one hand and used the other in a manner guaranteed to be distracting.
Pursing her lips she gathered what little control she had, and continued, “Jack made me feel safe in a moment where I felt vulnerable. He saw that my wounds were tended to and offered me a position on his crew. As soon as I was hale and whole I joined him in a venture to procure a ship. Since he quite likely saved my life I swore to myself to pay him in kind. Something I have mind to do to you.”
“Enough,” He whispered. “You can tell me more another time. I have other uses in mind for your lips and tongue.” Slipping her arms free she entangled her fingers in his hair and reveled in the roughness of his beard as he kissed her.
The rest of the night melted away as they told new stories that required very few words.
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Ċáņļí: spirited
El Aman: Oh my
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Anamaria / Sinan (OMC)
Rating: R (this started off as PG but these two can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Disclaimer: Disney is disinclined to acquiesce to my request for ownership. So I commandeered them… with every intention of giving them back.
Notes: “Injury” prompt for a hurt/comfort ficlet challenge. Sinan is a Turkish Corsair Rais (Captain) he belongs to my imagination. Companion to ‘Mask & Mirror’ universe (that is still taking shape). Raconteur is another term for a storyteller.
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Anamaria had nestled into the comfortable spot she had found under Sinan’s arm, listening to the steady rhythm of his breath. Her eyelids started to flutter closed when he chuckled, “ No falling asleep, you are to share a story with me tonight.”
Lifting her head up, she could see by the look in his eyes he was not going to be ignored. “So, I am to play storyteller to my sultan tonight.” She prodded him playfully in the ribs before rolling over onto her elbows. “What story does he want to hear?”
“I want to hear how you came to be with Captain Sparrow.” He answered.
“That is no great story, he helped me when I was injured is all.” She shrugged
“Ah, my ċáņļí one, at times you are so guarded. I mean no offense, just desire to know more about you.” He gently touched her chin bringing her gaze back up to his. When she did not respond he raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully.
“With a look like that I am not sure if I want to talk, I would rather the pleasure of bedding you again.” She murmured before kissing him gently. The gentleness was short lived as his lips responded to hers ardently. He pulled back slightly, “Story first, then we will see what transpires after.”
As her fingertips idly explored the hair on his chest she took delight watching his eyes close and lips part just slightly.
“It was many years ago, while fishing the waters off St. Kitt’s. I had brought in a good catch to Basseterre. Once my load was lightened and my pockets heavier, I indulged in a game of liar’s dice with the crew. It turned out to be a profitable turn and when it was done I headed to find something to fill my stomach and a place to sleep.”
Her voice softened a bit, “The Captain, a vile arse of a man took it upon himself to ‘teach me a lesson for winning’. That lesson wound up later costing his life, through no fault of my own. That is a different story though and I am getting ahead of myself, as are you.” She shivered as she felt his hands tracing the contours of her back.
“By all means, continue,” He chuckled; knowing full well the distracting effect his fingers were having on her memory.
“I do not recall what happened, only that Jack found me lying in the street and brought me up to a room at a nearby inn. I awoke spitting curses and trying to fight off the woman who was attempting to clean off the blood.”
Sinan nodded, “Somehow that fails to surprise me.”
Feigning that she was coming in for a kiss, Anamaria nipped his neck, tasting a slight saltiness that lingered. He responded by rolling over and pinning her arms down. His mouth mere inches from hers, he savored her breath as it came out slightly ragged. “El aman, what will I do with you?”
“Whatever you desire,” she whispered up to him. “Shall I continue?”
“Please, although I fear I am becoming impatient.” From the moment he had brought himself over upon her she had become aware of his state. It seemed now that the story mattered little for its content and more for its intent at drawing out what they were both yearning for. He maintained his hold on her arms with one hand and used the other in a manner guaranteed to be distracting.
Pursing her lips she gathered what little control she had, and continued, “Jack made me feel safe in a moment where I felt vulnerable. He saw that my wounds were tended to and offered me a position on his crew. As soon as I was hale and whole I joined him in a venture to procure a ship. Since he quite likely saved my life I swore to myself to pay him in kind. Something I have mind to do to you.”
“Enough,” He whispered. “You can tell me more another time. I have other uses in mind for your lips and tongue.” Slipping her arms free she entangled her fingers in his hair and reveled in the roughness of his beard as he kissed her.
The rest of the night melted away as they told new stories that required very few words.
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Ċáņļí: spirited
El Aman: Oh my