Of Legend and Lace

A/N: Just a short little oneshot ive been toying around with. Im thinking of turning it into some kind of series of stories on all jacks trinkets. So could develop into something more if i get the urge. LOL. Please let me know what you think!!

Of Legend and Lace

“So tell me.” She snuggled into his arms.

“Tell you what?” He mused, knowing exactly what she wanted to know, but unsure as to whether or not he should tell her. It would be infinitely better to be doing other things tonight.

“Jack you know exactly what I want you to tell me.” She ran her hand over his chest and up to play with the dangles on his chin.

He lowered his eyes to hers, “Lizzie,” he paused “Its in the past.” He kissed her forehead, “let it remain there, eh?” He knew it was a futile effort but worth the try. He still wasn’t sure how she would react to knowing that he had a little more than a few whores in his past. Lizzie wasn’t exactly the jealous type, but she certainly didn’t take well to anyone hurting her captain. That whore learned that last time they were in Tortuga, poor thing never saw the left hook coming from the little “cabin boy” defending “his” captain’s honor. How would she handle the ghosts of a relationship that had actually meant something to him, shaped him into the irritating man he could be? The very same man she knew to love her, but be damned if he’d actually admit it to her.

“If it’s so in the past Jack you wouldn’t have a piece of lace adorning your wrist, or any of your trinkets for that matter. So out with it.” She leaned up and kissed him snuggling closer and using her femininity to convince him, “you’ve told me all of your other stories, why not the one about the silly piece of lace?” She said it almost mockingly knowing exactly how to get him to spill the beans.

“Its not silly,” he muttered defensively and almost hurt. Had anyone else but his Lizzie called it silly they would have learned all the comforts the brig could provide, but not his Lizzie. Hell, she got away with murdering him, patronizing him was small potatoes.

“Then tell me about it.” She kissed him ever so eagerly, so much so he thought she had forgotten about the story so he began moving to better position himself. “Nope” she stated rather teasingly as she pushed him back to his side of the bunk and returned her head to his shoulder, “Not until I get my story.”

“You know Lizzie, what I had in mind would be infinitely more enjoyable for the two of us.” He smiled at her hoping a toothy grin would convince her as it had when they had first started sharing a bunk. She had quickly caught onto that trick though and it was now nearly impossible to deter her from anything she wanted. He had instantly loved her tenacity, so it wasn’t really a surprise that she wasn’t giving in this time. But he wouldn’t be Captain Jack if he didn’t at least try.

“There’s always after the story Jack.” She kissed his cheek and nestled into his arms as he pulled her closer. “Gives you a reason to tell it.”

He lifted his arm and looked at the lace tied to his wrist, almost as if studying it for some kind of answer. She watched his eyes lose the playfulness they normally held and grow into the pensive honest orbs she had come to know well. It wasn’t often they would surface, but when they did she enjoyed being the only person in his world that got to see them. She was the only one he would ever speak the truth to as far as his legends were concerned.

“Before Beckett branded me onesie, Luv, I wasn’t very different from dear William.” Lizzie’s eyes turned sad a moment as she remembered her fallen lover and the events that led to his rather unceremonious death. A death that eventually resulted in her and Jack sharing more than just the indecent quips to which they had previously been accustomed. Jack’s voice snapped her out of her own remembrances, “Before I left to sail for him I had my own betrothed as it were. Didn’t like ‘im much then either, but I wanted to care for ‘er. I thought becoming a ship’s captain would be the best way for me to do that.” He paused and looked into Lizzie’s eyes and saw a mixture of sadness and awe. She had never given thought to anything he may have given up to be the pirate he now was. “After Beckett branded me I went back to ‘er. Wanted ‘er to come with me,” his voice held a melancholy to it that was eerily unfamiliar to her ears, “she took one look at the ‘P’ and turned away from me.” His face held an eerie vulnerability as she felt the heartbreak resonating off of him as he spoke of a love long lost.

“Jack, I…” her words were hushed by a single finger he pressed to her lips.

“Said she couldn’t possibly love a pirate. ‘No good scoundrels the lot of em’ she told me. Never mattered why I had been branded one. She never even let me tell ‘er.” He looked into Lizzie’s eyes again and pulled her closer as if he was afraid to lose her. “She never saw anything good in me after that … no one did.” He locked eyes with her, “you did.” He paused again before returning to his tale, “I left the next day and never looked back. Dedicated my life to the sea, the only real love I had, the only one that couldn’t leave me. With a reputation I didn’t entirely deserve I set out to live the life I was accused of living.” He chuckled to himself, “I tied this piece of lace around me wrist in hopes of reminding me onesie of the ache in me chest she had caused: incentive to become a living legend, my way of getting even with ‘er. Figured whores were good enough to cure the other aches life brought my way, while not allowing me heart to get caught up in the mix, savvy?” He locked eyes with Lizzie again half expecting her to slap him for his later statement, but instead found understanding. He always found understanding when she was around and after all this time he still couldn’t understand why.

He smiled at her, the playfulness coming back into his features and paused a moment to look at her, kissing her rather unexpectedly. “I have me self something much more better than my legend these days.” He leaned in and kissed her passionately, “Me pirate princess.”

She lay in silence staring into his eyes for a moment before she spoke. Lifting her hand to cup his cheek, “I love you Jack.” She kissed him again and moved atop him straddling his waist before seizing his lips in a bruising kiss. “I’ll never turn my back on you.” She leaned in again and claimed his lips pulling away ever so briefly, “always stay with you,” kissing him again and gently tugging on his lower lip as she pulled away “my pirate.” She began trailing kisses across his neck before moving to nibble on his ear.

His hands trailed down her silky smooth back as he lifted her hips enough to slide himself home. She began moving above him agonizingly slowly at first to savor every second of their union before steadily increasing speed. Jack grabbed her hips and rolled her over. Taking control of the pace and nibbling on her neck as he did. He dipped his head to work on her breasts as he felt her hands entwine in his hair pulling him nearer. He thrust within her causing the fire between them to grow even more uncontrollable. She needed him deeper so she pushed him up and rolled him again to regain her position atop him. She began riding him as he met her movements in perfect sync, penetrating deeper and deeper with every move. The room was silent except for the pleasurable sounds their bodies created without their awareness. He felt himself reaching his peak so he moved his hand to their joining to push her over the edge. Her walls clenched down on him, milking him of his seed as their lips locked to stifle their screams.

She collapsed onto his chest and merely stayed there, unwilling to shift from his embrace even if she wanted to. He loved her, everything about her, and would never regret having her to himself night after night, day after day. No matter the risk. She fell asleep on his chest as he lie holding her unwilling to succumb to sleep. She was his and he hers, and somehow he knew that it would never change, but he wasn’t willing to give her up to dreams just yet.

He untied the lace from his wrist and let it slip to the floor finally allowing himself to love another.