Too Hot.
You perched on the railing at the stern of the Black Pearl, your hands lay flat on either side of your hips and your billowing white sleeves flapped in the wind, your hair occasionally flicking against your cheeks. You watched your bare feet as they dangled above the gentle ripples in the water created by the ship as it floated silently on the sea.
âWant to go for a dip, love?â tanned, ringed fingers snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a firm chest. Turning your head to the side and opening one eye, you saw Jack standing behind you sporting that smug, gold-toothed charm only he seemed to possess.
âPush me in and I will take you with me, Captain.â you promised halfheartedly and leaned your head back on his shoulder.
He brushed your hair to the side and pressed the back of his fingers to your neck, just above the wide collar that you had pulled away from your skin to air out. âYouâre feeling far too hot for my liking, deary. Perhaps it might do you better to be a little lighter with your layers..â he popped a button of your shirt off with his finger and your eyes shot open.
âJack..â your voice laced with a threat. You spun around to trap him with your knees on either side of his hips, his hands automatically went to your own hips. âAre you suggesting I strip down to my birthday suit in front of your entirely male crew for them all to stare and ogle?â you stroked down his cheek with the tips of your fingers and then gently tugged a braid in his beard. Jack opened his mouth to retort with a confident and all knowing look in his eyes, then suddenly snapped it shut with a frown and furrowed brows.
âWell, no, love. Of course not.â he leaned in with a smile and breathed into your hair âI could send them belowdeck. Or you could always use my quaters and then we can both be in our birthday suits, savvy?â he twiddled a lock of your hair between his fingers as he spoke. Ever the charmer.
You snorted incredulously. You were about to chastise him and then suddenly⌠an idea. Luckily the crew were resting mostly at the bow of the Pearl, no one to interrupt.
Your entire demeanor changed, becoming that of an enticed woman. You bit your lip and slowly leaned forward till you were close enough to feel the brush of his moustache against your lips, you gave him a smile that you knew struck his pirate heart and made it stop. His eyes were hooded, a lazy grin stretched across his face, his hands moved to your thighs and his thumbs brushed across the bunched up fabric of the brown trousers you wore. Obviously he thought he had won.
Little did he knowâŚ
You pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth, his eyes closed and his hands gripped tighter as he returned it. Sliding your own wandering hands up his firm chest so you could feel his palpitating heart, you peppered hot kisses across his cheek and down his neck, his head tilted back to give you more access. He smelled of rum and sweat and the sea.
His hands traveled up to the hem of your shirt and started to creep underneath it, tracing his fingers along the waistband of your trousers. You let him tug your shirt off in lustful frenzy, your chest was wrapped to keep it from becoming cumbersome during the daily labours of living on a ship. His lips returned to yours with a fierce passion and you met that passion with your own, all the while waiting for the opportune moment. Not that you minded the moments leading up to it.
Walking your fingers around his waist, you gripped onto his shirt tight. His hips were still held captive between your knees so you tugged him closer to have him pressed flush against you and locked your ankles behind him. His arms encircled you, running up and down your back, sliding into your hair, playing with the bindings as if he couldnât touch you enough. With one last mind boggling kiss, you ripped your face away from him, his lips followed yours and his questioning eyes opened to see the mischievous light in your own.
His face dropped, eyes wide. âNot good.â
You fell backwards.
And you took Jack with you.
Jack bellowed out a shout as you both fell into the water with a loud splash.
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Gibbs leant against the helm, mopping the sweat off of his brow with a dirty rag. He felt haggard and dehydrated. Jack had asked him to take over whilst he went to find you. You hadnât been sailing for very long, and with the weather the way it was, he knew Jack was worried heâd find you passed out from heat stroke somewhere.Â
The sails were half down so they only cantered along the waves at a slow pace, trouble with that is thereâs no breeze to be seen. He needed a drink. Something to stop the murderous intent for his captain from swelling with the number of sweat beads he had to wipe from his eyes. âMr. Cotton!â he called out.Â
Cotton was on the floor leaning up against a barrel of rum they had purchased earlier in the day. His parrot squaked something or other about nothing when Cotton stood up to relieve him. Even the bird was uncomfortable too. Â Â
Had Jack listened to him when he said itâd be a better idea to set sail in the evening, they would all be taking pleasure in a tavern somewhere, full of rum and beer and wenches. Jack had wanted to make haste to Tortuga, said something about a map, and against his better judgment, Gibbs agreed. He knew the sun would be torture. Not often does he end up disagreeing with the captain though, Jack had lead them up shitcreek manyatime but they always came out alive. And sometimes richer.Â
The crew were mostly sitting in the shady parts of the ship, trying to avoid being burnt alive. Gibbs slumped down in Cottons place and pulled out his flask of water. Warm where it had been resting against his overheated skin, it was still a relief to wet his mouth.Â
Looking over the ship as he faced the stern, he guessed that Jack must have gone into his quarters. Gibbs chucked the rag over his eyes, mumbling insults about a âlazy captainâ and âtrying to kill us all in this heatâ when he heard a loud splash. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton locked eyes, âCaptain!â they both raced to the stern, the rest of the crew following suit after the commotion awoke them.
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You breached the surface at the same time, Jack sputtering and wiping the salty sea from his eyes. âAre you bloody mad, woman?!â
âMaybe.â you smiled in relief as you slicked back the wet locks out of your face.
âBut I am nice and cool now. I thought you wanted me to go for a dip? You were the one to come up with that suggestion, were you not?â you sent a tiny wave with your hands to splash over him. You laughed when he glared childishly and sent one back. âNext time, give a man a little warning would you? As lovely as you are, an unexpected dive into cold water doesnât do wonders for a gentlemanâs, uh,â he curled his lip and raised his hands out the water to wiggle his fingers, trying to find the appropriate word, âappetite.â he nodded and pointed a finger at you, as if he was teaching you a lesson.
âCAPTAIN OVERBOARD!â
You both turned towards the voice and saw Master Gibbs and the crew leaning over the side, a rope being thrown out towards you. You pouted. âWell, looks like our fun in the sea is over, Captain.â before you swam away to grab the rope, you flung your arms around his neck and gave him a hard kiss. His arms flew up and waved around, but before he could contemplate his actions you were already pulling away.
You tapped him on the tip of his nose as you started to float backwards.
âRegarding your earlier statement; itâs a good thing youâre not a gentleman then, isnât it?â grinning devilishly, you made sure to splash him with your feet as you swam towards the ship.
Jack watched you wrap the rope around your hand and yank to let the crew know you were ready to be pulled up.
âWas it the wisest decision to pursue a woman as particularly dangerous as she is?â he asked himself. Dragging his hands down his face, he looked to the sky for answers. When it gave him nothing, he decided the best course of action was to simply follow you, wherever you go.
âThereâll be no living with her after this.â
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A/N: I love POTC so much! I donât know how many times Iâve watched the films, obviously the first three being the best. I have another Sherlock fic in the works, this time involving a serious threat to his life!Â
I wonât give away anything else.Â
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