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[Chapter 14: Sight and Touch]
�And
furthermore,� Maren ranted, face flushed while her fingers tore at her corset,
�I swear, God as me witness, that if you ever, EVER, even fathom such a cruel, vindictive,
connivin�,� flustered with words and her stubborn underclothes, Maren literally
growled in frustration, �and manipulative scheme, I shall personally exorcise
ye from here to hell and back! May the
devil keep ye, ye treacherous harlot!�
She attempted to remove her corset over her head, but unfortunately had
failed to properly loosen the laces amidst her temper tantrum. Her shoulders wedged in the stubborn garment
and her arms became caught above her head, flailing about and trying to wiggle
free. �I�m stuck,� she grunted quietly,
voice muffled because of the fabric over her face.
�[Can�t
help ye Pet,]� fiddling her wraith fingers through the sheets, Kristy snickered
from the bed, where she perched smugly listening to Maren�s lecture on meddling
and privacy. Every so often, she would
burst into singing giggles, choking merrily on her guffaws. After all, it had been a very fine jest, a
very fine jest indeed�
* * *
[Jack Sparrow was naked�
�and Kristy was
laughing and laughing!]
To state
Maren was �face to face� with him wasn�t exactly true, more like face to pert
and firm backside�. The nude pirate was
examining a shelf of soaps and oils muttering drunkenly to himself, �Bugger
it�too sweet�too womanly�too-yuck!�
After each exclamation, a bar of soap was tossed haphazardly over his
bare shoulders, carelessly landing with a stifled [thump] on the tile floor
behind him. The slurring monologue
continued while he searched for a fragrance well suited to his masculine
sensibilities, apparently taking no notice of the intruder behind him. ��Take a bath Jack� indeed,� he squeaked in
falsetto, impersonating Elizabeth, then Maren ��Drop dead Cap�n��well I�ll very
well drop her�drop her right on her back I will! See if she be sassin� me then.�
Dimly, a
tiny part of Maren�s mind registered that Jack was referring to her, in a
rather derogatory way at that, but the majority of Maren�s consciousness was
absorbed in the divine masterpiece presented to her. The steam from the hot water created a surreal atmosphere, foggy
and dreamlike, obscuring her view enough to tease, yet permitting enough sight
to tantalize. His skin glistened and
sparkled copper, both from sweat and the steam. Careless hair fell over broad shoulders, clinging to the wet
surface and one drop of moisture pooled then fell, running down his back. Hungrily, Maren�s eyes followed its trail,
gliding along his slanting spine. Jack
was built deceptively lean, but Maren saw the tapered muscles staunchly defined
under the smooth skin. Obviously, Jack
was much stronger then he appeared. How
many enemies had fallen victim to underestimating the captain�s physical
process? Maren was reminded of Jack�s
tussle with Will and shivered when the memory of his athleticism sparked an
overwhelming desire in her belly.
Jack�s
back, which was hairless contrary to his first turtle-escape tale, tapered to
slim hips, enticing as the serpent in Eden had appeared to Eve. Clenching her inching palms, Maren
suppressed the ancient reflex to grasp him by those sculpted hips, but was
completely helpless to resist the blush that warmed her blood when her eyes
locked upon his muscled rump. The na�ve
virgin had never quite understood the sexual attraction to the backside, but praise
the Lord, Jack�s ripe flesh, taunt and tan, had converted her. What would it be like to grasp him by those
ripened globes? To clutch Jack to her
trembling body, feeling every flex and thrust stemming from that delicious
arse?
And Jesus
forgive, those thighs! Tight like
steel, hard as granite, not a hint of dimple fat or hanging flab, but utter
physical perfection. Now this was a
territory of the male structure that Maren had often fantasized about, secretly
in her darkest desires, kissing and caressing that soft plane of skin. To her, a man�s thigh must represent
thrilling dangers, tasty and teasing, the last frontier before the peak of the
mountain, the male sex laying in wait.
But that
specific and most exciting part of the anatomy, she could not see, because Jack
was still inspecting the shelf of toiletries, his back to the door,
�Crap�[thump]� bloody bath�[thump]�smells like rose shit to me�[thump]�oooh,
what�s this one?� Noticing the tattoos
etched in various spots upon his golden skin, Maren squinted, hoping to
decipher their depiction, but to no avail.
The tattoos remained blurry in the steamy bathroom.
Scanning
down his form once more, Jack�s knees, calves, and ankles were slim like a
horse, nigh, a stallion! Almost quaking
with the potential of speed and dexterity coursing through those long
stems. The very thought of how those
brawny legs would feel, entwined with hers, supporting her, trapping her, made
Maren�s knees weak. Pinned under Jack, totally
at his mercy, overpowered by his sheer strength, his dominating presence, that
scathing tongue robbing her senseless�oh, god!
�Close the
door luv, ye lettin� in a draft,� Jack called over his shoulder, not even
bothering to stop his soap inspection to address her.
Horrified, Maren jumped in
surprise, he�d noticed her! A lump the
size of merry old England lodged in her throat and she paled a sickly shade of
green. No Peeping Tom or Voyeur Victor
could ever comprehend the immense embarrassment that washed over her, chilling
her face in shock. She was about to
become the first human being ever to die of sheer humiliation alone! With a hasty fumbling at the doorknob, Maren
squeaked, �Sorry!!� and swiftly slammed the door shut, leaving Jack in silence.
�That�s very interestin�,� quirking
a flirtatious eyebrow, Jack sniffed another perfumed soap and smirked, quite
satisfied with both the scent and himself.
In the distance, he heard Maren�s clumsy footsteps run up the
stairs. He let her go, for the moment
at least. First things first, bath
time!
* * *
�Soddin�,
daft, damn thing,� Maren struggled, her head and shoulders jammed in her
corset, �Get off me!� Gradually worming
her arms downward, Maren managed to peak her head through, hair messy and
razzled. Her cheeks were red from the
crowded exertion, not to mention her dwindling temper.
Immediately
after fleeing from the washroom and a naked Jack Sparrow, Maren had sprinted
straight through the darkened hallways and headlong into the security of her
bedroom, locking the door soundly behind her.
There she paused in desperate denial, praying that in some miraculous
way the recent events, both Jack�s delicious nudity and the retching
embarrassment, would be wiped mercifully from her memory. Needless to say, she was both disappointed
and grateful with reality. Breathing
heavily with her back leaning against the door, she took a few more minutes to
regain her composure.
After which
she bestowed upon Kristy the most fuming tirade of her existence. Twenty minutes of bitching and moaning,
hissing and ranting, screaming and threatening, but luckily, Maren�s anger
burned like paper, bright and hot, while bless-fully quick and tapering. The livid scolding was now dwindling to a
pissy lecture after Maren realized that chipping that grin off of Kristy�s face
would be near impossible, the ghost was just too damned pleased with herself to
be bothered by Maren�s niggling indignation.
So here the
barmaid was, undressing for bed and trapped in her underclothes. She snorted as she heaved the garment up one
more time, succeeding in popping the corset off. Huffing in triumph, Maren removed her shift. �Really Kristy,� scolding and searching for
her nightgown at the same time, Maren hunched over the bureau drawer, �Did ye
ever stop to think o� the consequences?
What if Jack had taken that as some sort o� �invitation, eh? I be fortunate to have escap�d there with me
virtue intact!�
Again,
Kristy giggled, her phantom hand trying to smother the laughter in her mouth.
�I be
serious, Kristy. Some blokes might have
tried somethin� a tad more [forceful],� locating her new nightgown, Maren threw
it over her head and commenced flattening the collar out, �I�m just lucky that
Jack is a better pirate then most.�
�[That be
for damn sure,]� Kristy ran a suggestive tongue over her bottom lip.
Patience
snapping, Maren threw her hands on her hips and cocked her head, �That�s it,
out!!� she pointed severely at the door.
�No more o� yer perversion tonight, no more demented tricks o�
disgusting innuendos, I�m not in the mood!
Yer drivin� me bloody bonkers!� She
hoisted her nose so high in the sir that Kristy could see up her nostrils, then
indignantly turned her back on the ghost to finish fastening her nightgown in
the mirror.
�[Well,
well,]� stomping upward, Kristy straightened her bony shoulders and stood to
her full height, which was impressively tall if one ignored how gangly thin she
was, �[Lookie who gots a bug up the arse and ice up the twat!� Maren puffed up, but Kristy cut her off,
�Fine, I know when I�m not want�d. I
shall just take me and me debauchery elsewhere then�perhaps the Turners have
start�d their night tumble.]� Unwillingly, a smile creeped over her lips and
Maren was relieved that Kristy wasn�t really angry.
�So�have
fun then,� Maren conceded, grudgingly returning that smile, no sour feelings
between the two.
�[Believe
me, I will,]� patting down her wispy brown hair, she purposely strode through
the wall, queenly regal in her determination.
Yet was not gone two seconds before sticking her head back in, �By the
way,� she said conversationally, face carefully masked blank, �ye got yerself a
visitor.� Kristy�s head disappeared
again, too quickly for Maren to ask her to elaborate.
�What ye
say?� confused brows knotted in curiosity, Maren went to the door and opened it
briskly, intending to call out after the spirit, but Kristy was not what she
found�
Kneeling,
with arms raised to where the doorknob should have been and lockpick held
between his right thumb and index finger, Jack felinely blinked up at Maren, perplexed
at her sudden replacement of the door he�d been unlocking only a moment
prior. Not surprisingly, Jack�s first
action after bathing was to reapply his kohl.
�Hello,� he stated simply, realizing he�d been caught red-handed. Grinning a broad pseudo-innocent smile, the
pirate palmed the lockpick and in a flash, the thieving tool was safely hidden
in his cuff, �Lovely weather we�ve been havin�, eh?�
Aghast
mouth hanging agape, Maren gasped, �Yer breakin� into me room?!�
�I most
certainly am not, absolutely ridiculous!
How dare you madam, I be insult�d!� standing, Jack loomed ominously over
Maren�s smaller stature and for an instant, Maren wondered if she had genuinely
insulted the pirate captain. But then
Jack�s demeanor returned to �normal�, elbows cocking his twirling hands up and
figure swaggering in a drunken sway, the leering in his eyes and gold in his
smile twinkled, �See?� he dismissively gestured at the doorknob, �Nothin�s
[broken] per say, just a good ole fashion�d lockpickin�, savvy?�
�Ye know
perfectly well what I mean,� Maren crossed her arms protectively over her
chest, �Supposin� it ne�er occurr�d to ye to try knockin�?�
�Ye did�n
knock,� retorting, his voice was low and eyes half-lidded, only the tiniest
hint of a smirk graced his features.
Blood
rushed to her cheeks and Maren�s skin flamed bright red. Stupidly, she had hoped Jack would act the
gentleman and pretend the whole �washroom incident� had never happened. What a futile wish that had been! Biting nervously on her lip, she was at an
absolute loss at how tempting she now appeared to Jack, flesh rose-red from her
blush, eyes dark and downcast.
Immediately, Jack reached out to embrace her, crooking his head at an
angle in anticipation of a passionate kiss, but Maren stepped away from
him. �Ahoy there Cap�n,� she retreated
backwards further into the room, hands holding him off, �Listen, that was�n me
fault back there, was�n even me idea.
�Twas Kristy, all right? She was
playin� a littl� prank on me�ur, on [us] I guess. I did�n know ye were,� clumsily she faltered, �in there. She fool�d me!� She repeated herself, desperate to make Jack believe her,
�[Fool�d] me! Total accident on me part.�
�Ah,�
sighing his exaggerated understanding of the situation, Jack stepped through
the doorway and pointedly shut the door behind him, �Well that was most
pirate-y �o ye, Kristy. Very funny too,
I applaud ye.�
�She�s not
here,� Maren glared at Jack�s fingers fondling the doorknob. �Lock that door and ye�re a dead man, Jack
Sparrow,� she added sharply.
Reluctantly
his hand fell away, his ego somewhat bruised by her harsh tongue and lack of
�captain�. �Refresh me memory, Maren me
luv,� he avenged himself, nonchalantly examining his white fingernails and was
only a tad surprised to find them actually clean, �Was it twenty seconds or
maybe round half-a-minute that ye were [accidentally] ogglin� at me buck naked
bum?� Biting a cuticle, he animatedly
shrugged, �Me, I count�d thirty meself, but I always be countin� seconds too
fast, so��
Jack�s
victory was tenfold sweeter when Maren flustered, stuttering and
speechless. �I�but�well �tis�um, �twas
more like ten seconds�at the very most,� she snapped back lamely; however, she
gracefully regained her temperamental composure, �So do�n be flatterin�
yerself, Cap�n Sparrow.� Brusquely,
Maren approached the bureau and grabbed her robe, �Now,� thrusting her arms
into the sleeves, �Unlessen there be somethin� proper ye want from me, and I
mean [proper] in the highest possible standard o� the word, ye can just mosey
that tattooed arse o� yers out that door.�
�Believe it
o� not,� Jack gushed, pleasantly flattered by the reference to his decorated
rump, �I need yer help, please.�
His sincere
appeal was so unexpected that Maren, taken slightly aback, nodded mutely with
only a smidgeon of suspicion evident.
�It�s,�
muttering to himself, Jack struggled to articulate his problem, �Ye see�I�m�not
as-how to put it correctly? Let�s
see�um,� and here Jack spoke the next word so reluctantly, Maren barely caught
it, � as [young] as littl� William is, savvy?�
�What?�
bewildered, she vacantly stared at him, totally lost.
He
attempted again, �Well, Will is�still, so bloody�he be twenty ye see, in his
prime really.� Hastily, Jack attached, �Not to insinuate that I�m past me prime
by any stretch o� the imagination.
Well, I mean�ye saw me buff-side yerself, right? Fine strong, vibrant, if not quite youthful
anymore, physique. I can hold me
own. Wouldn�t ye agree?�
Another
silent and extremely puzzled nod came from Maren.
�O�
course!� rallying a bit, he gibbered onward, �Aye, I be just as strappin� now
as when I was a lad o� Will�s age, no difference whatsoever�maybe even a tad
more ton�d if I do say so meself.�
Maren
interrupted, �Jack?�
�Aye?�
�What�s the
bleedin� point?�
Opening his
mouth, Jack changed his mind and shut it, only to give in and open it again on
a second thought. He looked like a
suffocating fish, a handsomely charming suffocating fish, but still a fish
nonetheless. Surrendering his pride,
Jack confessed, �I pull�d a muscle in me back when I was tusslin� with Will
this mornin�.�
Finally,
Maren thought she understood, �Oh.�
�At first,
me back was a littl� uncomfortable is all, but I�ve been on it [all] damn day
and I wo�n get a wink o� sleep tonight, unless some beautiful barmaid works the
crick out for me, So, if ye do�n mind, I was wonderin� if ye might help me,
give it a bit o� a rub, eh? � he
beseeched her with an expression so imploringly pathetic, Maren felt a lump in
her throat.
�Ye want a
back rub?� those blue eyes rolled heavenward, �Christ�s sake and all that be
holy, why didn�t ye just say so?�
Tugging his sleeve, she guided him to the plush rug in front of the
dwindling fireplace, �Sit down, ye big baby.�
�Oh goody!�
Jack lowered himself down with only minor difficulty and a small grimace of
discomfort. His hands traveled to the
hem of his un-tucked shirt, ready to lift it off over his head.
�Shirt
stays on,� grabbing him by the wrist, Maren sat down next to him and glowered,
�o� ye goes out!�
Holding his
hands out in surrender, Jack shrugged, �No insult intend�d, no insult intend�d,
just reckon�d it might be makin� yer task a bit easier is all.� Under his breath, he muttered, �Not like
it�s nothin� ye have�n seen anyhow.�
When Maren shot him a deadly glare, Jack batted his eyes innocently.
�Lay down,�
Maren sighed, rolling up her sleeves as Jack complied, his face turned away
from her and towards the dieing embers of the fire. What a picture it was!
Jack spread out before her, barefoot in only his trousers and white
shirt, smelling clean with hair still damp.
Hammering her resolve, she tentatively brushed Jack�s heavy hair. it tinkled quietly, off his shoulders to
expose his arched neck. Thankful her
hands weren�t shaking, Maren began to knead the warm flesh at the base of his
skull, working her way lower.
What
sounded disbelievingly like a purr, fell from Jack�s lips and he sensually
groaned, �Not that I be complainin� mind,-ahh, yes�that�s real nice that is,-but
me actual malady is a fair degree more southwards.�
�Trust me
Jack,� she grunted, molding the skin at the base of his neck and gradually
spreading to the expanse of his fine shoulders, �Me pa had wicked-bad back problems
and, believe me I know, if ye don�t work all them muscles right loose the whole
damn thing is shot to hell in a manner o� hours.�
�Ooo,�
another appreciative moan leaked from the pirate�s mouth as Maren hardily
squeezed the meaty flesh inside the shoulder blades, �Keep this up, lass, and
Jack�ll trust ye anythin�.�
Unsuccessfully, Maren attempted to stay her concentration at the job at
hand, but the heated feel of the body below was a constant and very enticing
distraction. Unbidden, yet not entirely
unwanted, visions of Jack�s nude form in the washroom plagued Maren�s
struggling thoughts. Her heart hammered
in her chest, unable to banish the realization that she was touching that same
body now. She felt muscles ripple as
they tensed and relaxed, she felt the steady vibration of his distant
heartbeat, and she felt the hidden angles and curves to his structure. Suddenly, Maren�s mouth became very dry and
she tried to divert her attention to another topic.
�So,� she
asked curiously, �how old are you anyway?�
Immediately,
Jack stiffened under her hands and Maren stilled her ministrations, confused at
his reaction. �Not a day over
twenty-nine,� he spoke quickly.
Amusedly
puzzled by this enigma of rouges, Maren continued to rub, laughing, �Thought
only woman lied �bout their age.�
�Aye, well,
woman and pirates,� conceding, Jack grumbled, but not painfully, when Maren hit
a particularly tender spot. Hearing
him, Maren gave the location just inside his spine and below the blade a
lasting knead. �Sweet siren, woman,
[gaaaahd] ye�re good,� he began hissing, but finished in another pleased
groan. It did not escape Maren�s
uncomfortable notice that Jack�s vocal affirmations were becoming more and more
orgasmic sounding. She blushed.
�Ah yes,
Maren,� conversationally, Jack mentioned as if the topic had just appeared in
his mind, �Been meanin� to have a talk with ye-oui, do that thing with ye
fingers �gain, aye like that.�
Complying,
Maren aggressively attached the area in the middle of Jack�s ribs with loose
pinches. �Talk �bout what?� she had to
speak up to make herself heard over Jack�s appreciative groans.
He sighed
offhandedly, ��Bout ye and Kristy mostly.�
�Pardon?�
��Bout yer
history and whatnot, mmmh,� he punctuated with a moan, �For example, when and
why ye�d ye leave London?�
Maren�s
pause was too lengthy, �Ten years �go.
Pa was lookin� for a better life �broad.�
�Jeeesussss�lovely,
keep that up,� he purred to her, while Maren massaged the tight muscles at the
spine and under the ribcage. �Now luv,
littl� gels what tell naughty lies do�n go to heaven,� in a sickly sing-song,
he warned.
�But Jack-�
Maren attempted.
�Ah-uh,�
stopping her, Jack lifted a hand off of the rug so a finger could waggle at
her, �Men do�n go to Tortuga for better lives, especially with young
daughters�oh, watch for tickles sweetheart, wee sensitive there,� Maren barely
suppressed the temptation to tickle him to distraction, �Men go to Tortuga to,
one, buy things o� two, sell things.�
�O� three,�
softly, she whispered, �to hide.�
�Oh yes,�
Jack considered carefully, �to hide.
Quite right.� Waiting patiently
for her to continue, Jack finally prompted, ever so gently, �What were ye hidin� from I wonder?�
Dully,
Maren�s hands stilled on Jack�s back and her voice became a narrative monotone,
almost like she was mimicking one of her trances. In a rare occurrence, Jack remained silent to listen to her, �Was
getting� a name for meself in London.
Start�d on the streets, just a littl� sideshow. Guessin� what be in peoples� pockets and
other such nonsense for a few shillin�s.
Then I start�d to�[develop] and suddenly, a lot o� folk were comin� to
see me, mostly the poor, some middle classes.
But �twas the rich I should o� stay�d clear of. All at once, I �came the newest trend, sort
o� speak. Them hobnobs consider�d it
fashionable entertainment to have a s�ance party with yers truly as the freak
attraction. Ye�d be surpris�d how many
o� them buggerin� fools did�n even believe me to be a real medium, yet they
still hir�d me. Aint that the bull�s
cock?�
�Anyway,
one night, I got in deep trouble. Me
own fault really. Should�ve wait�d for
Kristy, she be searchin� the house for haunts, but I couldn�t stand one more
beratin� remark o� snide comment from them pompous arses! I had to shut them up. The lady o� the manor, her brother was
missin� and she want�d me help�so I found him at the bottom o� a lake with his
throat slash�d and feet still bound.
Murder�d for profit, murder�d by his wive�s, husband who sat next to
her, holdin� her hand. So, I told them
all that-er, rather [he] told them all that through me. Couldn�t stop him without Kristy.�
�Oh shit,�
Jack mumbled under his breath.
Laughing
bitterly, Maren focused again on massaging Jack�s stiff back and he erupted in
more pleasant purrs, �By the grace o�
God, we escap�d in the chaos that night, but �fore the sun even rose, they were
searchin� for us. Cook�d up some bogus
charge on me pa, makin� him a fugitive when they were really lookin� for
me. Luckily, we spent the savin�s we�d
made and board�d a trade ship that very mornin� towards Tortuga. Me pa had an old chum there, Old Buckman,
and he ow�d Pa a favor. I�ve ne�er
return�d to London since.�
Jack turned
his head on the rug to better stare at Maren, thoughtfully inquiring, �Ye not
us�d yer [gift] for profit either?�
�Ye would
ask that,� tsk-ing, Maren gave Jack a punishing pinch to his side and ignored
his irritated yipe, �Me pa and I �greed to ne�er let anyone know o� me [powers]
�gain. But sometimes his drinkin� bill,
o� rent, o� food, o� doctor�s charges would get on top o� us and I�d be forced
to risk me secret. I�d sneak off the to
cemeteries in disguise and wait for a funeral, folk that can �fford a funeral
can usually spare some change, offer them a message from their dearly depart�d
for money, convince them if they requir�d some convincin�, and [tadda]-we were
ne�er homeless and ne�er hungry.�
�So that�s
how ye managed to be the only woman in Tortuga who was�n workin� the streets,�
Jack mused somewhat mournfully, then moaned, �Aye, Maren, that�s the bastard
knot right there, have no mercy on that son o� a bitch-ouch!�
It was a
very nasty knot, Maren agreed, located on his lower back, around the left
kidney. Under her questing hands, the
stubborn cramped muscle refused to loosen, hard as steel. Time for drastic measures, �All right Jack,
relax and breathe big deep breaths now.�
Placing her elbow over the villainous cramp, she propped herself up on
her knees and leaned her fist atop the other.
All her weight would now be centered on that one elbow.
�Ahhh-OUCH!�
Jack�s head shot up from the floor and he bared his teeth in pain as Maren dug
her bony elbow into the knot, rotating it back and forth, �Christ, get off
me�ahhh�that hurts!�
�Quiet Jack,�
Maren growled, viciously jabbing at his back, �and lie still! It has to hurt if it�s to heal, as Kristy
always says. I promise, it�ll start to
feel good real soon!�
Good?! This woman was crazy! What was only moments ago a distressing ache
was now a piercing pain racking through his body and centering on that blasted
spot under the insane medium�s elbow!
How was this supposed to help?
�Oui, ah�quit it already�damn that smarts!� Jack snapped from under
Maren, but was ignored. �Ah, ah, ah,�
he hissed, �ouch, damn it!� still sore, �Fuck me�that�ouch!� even more painful,
�Piss off�Christ stop, for the luv o�-ahhh!� the throbs of electric suffering
were swiftly mounting into just plain [unbearable], �Ah, damn, Maren�fuck�oui,
ye sadist..AHH!� and the damn broke.
�God, YES!!� the blood rushed through the suffocating muscles like
parched streams, �Aye�do�n stop luv-pleeeaase!
Oh that�s�god, so good!� Though
Jack�s back went limp, his neck still arched high and his fists were clamping
the rug for dear life, �Mmmh, harder luv�yes, aye, yeah�right, ah, mmmh,
ooh-FUCK, ye got IT!!�
Abruptly,
Jack�s entire body collapsed, leaving him breathless with a thin sheen of sweat
on his brow. He was deliciously
exhausted and inexplicably satisfied. �Did I just get laid?� he wondered
vaguely.
�See?�
cooing sweetly, naively oblivious to the sheer realms of pleasure Jack had just
experienced, Maren petted the curve of his spine, up and down, up and down,
like stroking a large cat, �Feel better?�
�Mmm, uh,� Jack
groaned his affirmation into the carpet, purring his vocal applause. Beneath Maren�s caress, Jack shivered, his
muscles and back relaxed to the point of rubber. The next sentence he drawled out was measured and precise,
zapping most of his depleting strength, �Ye. Be. Amazin�.� Here he turned his face towards her, a tiny
flush graced his cheeks.
Maren�s
responding blush made Jack moan yet again as she smiled, �Thank ye-.�
Kristy�s
panicked shouts cut her off, �[Brother-bugger, son o� a nun, damn it
all!]� The ghost exploded through the
wall, eyes wide, screaming, �[Brit soldiers, by God! Dozen o� so! Comin� up
the yard and head�d here!!]�
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