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Sparrow in the Wind	By : LorandTab Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 3672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One
Port Royal, Jamaica 1671

�Admit it, Mr. Shaw,� Morgan said in a soothing voice very against her character. Her arm was tucked deeply inside that of her escort, her eyes coming in direct line with his. �This is a side of me that you will never get used to seeing.�

William Shaw gave a brilliant smile as he gazed provocatively at the woman beside him. Matching his height of a full six-foot inch for inch, she looked formidable. But that looked softened when she discarded her manly piratical togs for the gentle garb of an aristocratic lady. Dressed very much the way he remembered her looking on their first meeting, the satin, lace and bows didn�t detract from her strength and authority and the soft wispy material that covered her perfectly coiffed dark curls made her look ethereal.
�You, my lady, are a vision that I never tire of seeing, no matter what your attire.� His gaze followed hers to the window of a nearby inn and he could have sworn that he saw, if only for the briefest moment, a trace of regret. �Forget him, Morgan.�
Her eyebrows rose as she turned to face her lover turned friend. �Forget whom, Mr. Shaw?� Her gaze dared him to go on at risk of peril to his very being.
He took the challenge. �Sparrow,� he said dryly. �Do yourself and your crew a favor and forget you ever even met Captain Jack Sparrow.�
A small but sensual smile caressed her lips. �William, darling,� she purred.
�Yes, Morgan, my angel?� A self-satisfied grin crossed his own face only to be wiped away by her next words.
She touched his face gently. �No matter what has transpired between us in the past, if you ever mention that bastard�s name in my presence again I will remove your kidney and bake it in a pie with steak and potatoes.� She patted his cheek and moved toward the inn instiostion. She�d stay there tonight and get over that blackguard one way or another.

The soft linen curtain gently lifted in the soft breeze that lazily wafted through the window. Muted light from the sunset alighted onto the bed and rested on Morgan�s beautifully nude form that was now beginning to writhe under the ministrations of an invisible lover. Breathing was becoming difficult, her eyes opening to try and ascertain who was doing this to her body � who was making her tremble, quake and want to cry out. On the rare moment when she could focus, all she saw in the room was a bird, a small but beautifully feathered sparrow.
The growing excitement was fast turning into an almost painful need for release. Her own hands began to work with the movements of the unknown, unseen lover to knead the tenderness from her full breasts, her fingers pulling and manipulating the ever-stiffening nipples. Dark eyes opened to fixate on the bird in a silent plea for assistance. Answering her cry, the savior flew nearer until the satiny under feathers of his wing gently caressed the hard nipple resulting in a soft moan of both pleasure and thanks. As if understanding her need, the bird continued his flight allowing the soft feathers to touch the valley between her breast and trail the silky skin of her rib cage � the strong muscles along her abdomen � the flat, well toned belly until it trailed toward the firm muscles of her long thighs. And then she slowly opened her legs, the excitement of the moment evident in the glistening moisture that pooled at the apex of her thighs. Her eyes pleaded with the sparrow � pleaded �
Stretched upon his side, knee lifted as his bare foot braced against the bed, Jack smiled wickedly down at Morgan, his dark eyes shinning with mischief and merriment. Trailing the long plume that hung carelessly between his fingers against her swollen dewy sex, he gave a slight shutter.
"Miss me, Morgan?" He whispered, applying the feather with a little more enthusiasm.
Jack leaned in then the tip of his tongue slithering from between firm well form lips and flicked at the red ripeness of her nipple.
Her hand moved in her slumber to grasp for the head that teased her breast and fanned the fire that trailed from her nipple to the very core of her sexuality. Her hips bucked upward and moved in a circular motion to try and relieve the ever-building lava that threatened to erupt but, as usual, was kept ever so barely contained.
�Yes,� she rasped, eyes barely beginning to open. �Faster, Jack.� Her slightly slurred speech was the only telling sign of her fight to awaken from her sleep state as her body rocked and gyrated to keep contact with the instrument of pleasure.
It was then with wide, almost innocent eyes, that he lifted the feather and tossed it over his shoulder replacing its presence between her thighs with his well versed hand. His calloused fingers slid home, finding small portal to sheath themselves in.
Her eyes then flashed open, all trace of sleep gone as she moved against his hand striving to find just the right callous for just the right movement on just the right spot. With panting breath she spoke in erotic, broken words. �Finish it, Jack ��
"As you wish..." His fingers began plunging into her withdrawing completely every few strokes to slow the pace. Jack Sparrow knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't about to bring her to completion as quickly as she wanted. No, he was the master of many of a woman's body and knew how to keep her teetering on the edge of carnal bliss.
She moved faster with more precision but no matter how close she came to release he kept her one thrust, one stroke away. Letting her arms stretch out, her hand moved under the pillow, her fingers curling around hard ivory. With lightening fast movements the dagger�s blade was under his chin, her face mere inches from his as her feminine muscle squeeze hard around his fingers, her eyes ablaze with fiery passion. �Goddamit, Sparrow, I said FINISH IT or I will gladly listen to the whisper of your well slit throat!�
He gave a deep disgruntled sigh. "Very well." But before giving in he lifted a free hand to the blade and slowly pushed it aside. Then he trained his attention to the business at hand, stroking her in a rushed and even rhythm. "This could have been magnificent. A simply beautiful reunion." He gave a quick shrug. "So be it."
She tensed, the moment of release coming quickly and with the greatest explosion. Yet as powerful as the climax had been, the tremors were over quickly and her body went slack, her breathing quickly returning to normal. As usual, the need for climax was more pleasurable than the climax itself. She closed her eyes briefly wondering if she would ever feel that all encompassing, all shattering, body weakening eruption that she knew was there but could never quite channel. With a hard shove, she threw the pirate from her and moved to the opposite side of the bed searching for her shirt. �Did you enjoy yourself, Sparrow?�
"Actually...." He propped himself on the cascade of pillows behind him and cut his eyes down to his sizable erection.
Pulling the linen shirt over her shoulders, she looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening slightly as her smile turned provocatively sensual. Standing, she almost slithered to where he lay, her hands trailing languidly over his hard thigh toward his hardened member. �Oh, Jack. I can help you with that, love."
"Oh, Morgan, please..." He gave into a feminine gasp of entreaty while his eyes took on a pleading that was a bit more honest then he would have liked her to know.
Her smile was that of a sexual predator, her legs moving to straddle his as her hand brazenly grasped the bulge that so prominently protruded. And then her other hand neared. Without warning he was greeted with a very sharp point ready to impale the sensitive sacs surrounding the steel hardness that was now being squeeze mercilessly. �Which would you prefer? Shall I alter or cut off completely?�
A shrill squeak purged from Jack's lips as he threw up his hands waiving them in front of himself as if the action would ward of her attack. "Come, Morgan, lets not be too hasty..." Offering up his most devastatingly charming smile he reached out as if to stroke her cheek. "Now, love, why not save us both from purgatory?"
A thrilling whirlwind of sexual energy coursed through her. The feeling caused anger to build. What good is the energy when the end result would be so � disappointingly average? Her vice-like hand tightened even more, the dagger pressing harder. �We�re fighters, you and I. No purgatory for us, Sparrow. We go straight to hell.�
He cringed at the added pressure to his already painfully swollen member, his face contorting in an effort to solicit a small measure of sympathy from the woman above him. "I'd rather be a lover at the present..." He shrugged. "Give me a moment�s joy before you condemn me to the life of a eunuch."
Her grip lessened. Even if she had been only mildly satisfied in her sexual endeavors, she was certainly able to appreciate a magnificently impressive member when she saw one � and held one. It would be a sin against nature to deprive the world of this one. The dagger�s pressure lessened as well, her head moving down toward his. The warmth of her tongue encircled his ear, memories of his sensitivity to this gesture running through her mind. �And in return for this joy?� The moist tip flicked inside the cavity of his ear. �What�s in it for me?� She chuckled, the breath warm and tantalizing on his skin. �Other than what obviously would be in me?� Her thumb stroked the length of his hardness.
Jack gave into a wild shiver at the wet heat invading his ear. Below, his hips bucked with her teasing touch. "Now see..." A low growl pulled his lips into unwilling grin. "Just the question I would expect you'd ask. And to this I can only say, I come baring a gift. Well." He cocked his head to the side for a moment to contemplate if what he knew, what he had, was really a gift. "...More like a secret really."
Her eyes moved to the hardness in her grip. �Secret? I�ve seen it before, Jack.� She sighed with a smile, her thumb continuing to caress. �Impressive, of course. But hardly a mystery.�
Jack giggled and reached out patting her cheek like a confused child. "What a minx you are, love. But my manhood is hardly what I was referring to. Pleasures of the flesh are one thing but riches upon the sea are quite another..." He let the little piece of information dangle between them and then gave a melancholy sigh. "But alas my memory fails me at time when my body demands pleasuring."
Morgan�s brows knitted as she absorbed the words. As they slowly came together to make sense, her eyes widened, the sparkle in them impossible to hide. Her smile turned from provocative to anxious exhilaration in the blink of an eye. �Riches? Upon the sea?� Controlling herself, her expression returned to that of commander of the situation. �I�m familiar with that, as well, Jack. Remember Cut Throat Island?� She used the side of the dagger to stroke his tightened sac. �You�ll have to do better than that, love, if you want to save your �hide?� Her hand moved gently fondle his maleness, skin to skin. The feeling inside her was growing. The man had made her want him, and that he was going to pay for that. After he paid for stealing her parasol. And he�d pay for that after he told her what riches upon the sea. If there were more treasure to be plundered, she be damned if she�d let Captain Jack Sparrow do the plundering.
Jack had no intention of spilling his little secret a moment before he was ready and exactly when that was depended solely upon her. Of course, he wanted his pleasuring. After all, he had done as much for her. But it was more than that, more than physical release. He needed, wanted, and swore he would have her swearing an alliance with him. It would be an alliance for common gain. Who was he fooling; Jack Sparrow did nothing for common gain. He would get her assistance, get her ship, and walk away with the whole bounty to himself.
She bent her head to his ear, her tongue enjoying the slightly spicy taste of his skin. �What riches,� she asked. As her hand continued to smooth the velvety steel, Morgan felt the moisture forming more heavily between her thighs. Releasing a sigh, she couldn�t help but vocalize what she had almost forgotten. �Big boy, eh, Jack?� Her mouth moved to ravage his ear again as her hand encircled him and began a slow up and down rhythm. Damn him! He�d pay. Later, she agreed with herself. Much later.
"All in good time � all in good time. I wouldn't want to prematurely spill..." He gave into a throaty moan and hitched his hips up into her stroking hand, gaining more of her thrilling attention. "Such comely bits of ...." Bait.
For a brief moment Morgan let herself enjoy the feel of such extraordinary manhood in her fingers, her hand moving from its very tip to the lowest base and back again slowly, and then with sudden quickness, and then slowly again until she was caught up in the thrill of the moment. And then she remembered that it would be but a moment of satisfaction. �What time could be better than now, dearest?� Damn! Her body was betraying her! She moved strategically as she straddled his legs hoping her movements would be seen as erotic instead of exposing the need she hated feeling.
"When we are both well and sated, my love." His growl turned feral, animalistic, something that one would expect from a lion on the prowl. He felt the slick moisture seeping from her, spreading across his thigh and inhaled sharply letting her arousal fill his nostrils. All the while, his lower half took on a life of its own bucking into her hand more forcefully, more demanding.
She felt a momentary emotion akin to sadness. Sated? Her? She almost laughed and revealed to him what she swore she would never tell any man � she never had been sated and doubted very much that she ever would be. She sensed he knew � if any man could be aware of it, he would. He knew how to please a woman, of that she was certain. Just as likely, if he sensed it, he cared not. Cared only of sating himself. Well, if that was what it took to get the information she needed, she would play along. As his pelvis moved wildly she found the perfect rhythm � the one she remembered caused the release that she knew so well. Her tongue ran quickly across her dry lips as she thought of his climax, his essence on her skin. Her own hips moved of their own accord, her free hand moving to slide under his body and seek out the one part of his body she could never resist � that beautifully perfect derri�re. Her fingers found and instantly kneaded the firmness. God help her if he ever found out just what his backside did for her. And with that, she worked harder for his release. If she couldn�t be �sated,� by God, he would be.

Jack was near mindless with his building release, a climax that was sure to rival all others. Morgan had never been one to disappoint in the sensual art of lovemaking. With the duel stimulation to both front and back, he broke, his essence spilling thick and creamy over a hand that was almost as calloused as his own. "Morgan!" He screamed, never having been one to suppress his natural reaction to the world spinning away from him as he gave into his body�s fulfillment.
A twinge of sweetness touched her smile as she felt his body twitch, draining itself of the last remaining drop. She watched his face thrilling vicariously as he tensed, was overcome, and then went slack. Inconspicuously she brought her hand to lips and quickly flicked her tongue out tasting briefly manifestation of his body�s spirit. When her eyes met his, she smiled used both her hands to mold his stern. �Come on, Jack,� she practically cooed, her body stretching against his for better reach underneath him. �You know what I want.� She hoped her voice was as steady as her smile. �Show it to me!�

His smile then was languid, blissfully replete, eyes dropping to half-mast as he shifted on the bed. He turned onto his stomach, presenting her with the rounded globes of his posterior, which was as perfectly tanned as the rest of his body. "Tell me this love..."
She stopped herself from exhaling the mounting excitement as her hands caressed the smooth mounds of his perfectly formed buttocks. Letting her index finger trail the line of separation, her eyes suddenly narrowed in confusion. She knew every miniscule portion of this beautiful behind. Something was very different. �This is new,� she breathed seductively letting her finger trail the colorful tattoo that now decorated almost one entire side of her obsession. He felt the silken strands of her curled tresses as she lowered her head, her tongue trailing a portion of the artwork. �What HAVE you done?�
"Enjoying that little creation?" He laughed, wiggling below her, all the while thinking of the pains he had gone to for such and oddity.
Gently scraping the skin with her teeth, she then playfully took a nip from the most rounded part before giving the area a sound smack. �It�s amusing enough. Dresses it up nicely, I�d say.� She worked hard to keep her almost irrepressible desire under control. �Must have had a barrelful of rum in you for that one, Sparrow.�
"That I can't deny, my love. But it�s more than just a simple dressing up." He shifted again and rolled to face her, his eyes hooded. "Will you partner with me, Morgan, if I promise you more riches than you've ever laid eyes upon?" Pushing his face towards her, he willed the right response from her.
For a moment she heard nothing, thought of nothing but his luscious lips. Taking his mouth in a searing kiss that partially released the pent up passion that was becoming close to overwhelming, she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked heavily before releasing it ever so slowly. Then her mind cleared slightly. �I repeat, Jack � Cut Throat Island? I�ve already plundered the largest store of treasure ever. What more could your offer me?� Her fingers trailed and manipulated to find their way back to that firm rear flesh.
"First�" He pulled away from her tapping his index finger against the tip of her nose. "You swear to partner with me and I'll tell you just how much larger than Cut Throat I'm talking about."
Seconds went by as she stared at him unblinking. And then a sudden coldness began to overtake her senses. She hadn�t gone into climactic thralls but she did enjoy what his body could do to hers. And until now she was certain his return was for nothing more than a retelling of their time together. But he was here for business. And she never mixed her business with pleasure. Well, not since Shaw. Placing a good distance between them she focused what she hoped was a stony gaze. He�d never know how much she wanted to continue their sport. Business it would be. Treasures beyond that of Cut Throat Island? That was worth giving up rights to physical pleasure!
�Do I really seem like enough of a mutton-headed dolt that I would agree to an alliance with you without knowing first what I�m allying for?� She pulled the thin linen shirt down to her thighs. �I want to know what treasure, where it is, how much and who you got your information from, if you please.� Damn, did he have to be so alluring?
"If I please?" He mocked, slithering away from her and moving to place beside the bed, turning just so allowing for small glimpses of the intricately tattooed map across his rear quarter. "You'll have to trust me. You'll get nothing lest you give ya word."
Her word? A pirate�s word? Lord, that thought almost made her laugh out loud, the silly bastard! As her eyes fought to keep from the colorful flesh he exhibited, she sighed with a noncommittal air. �So, it IS a map, then. A real one.� She nibbled on her full lower lip. �All right then, Sparrow. You�ve got a partner.� Why did those words cause her nipples to harden? Yet another reason she�d have his head!
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