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A Most Unusual Interest
Chapter Twenty Four (NC-17)
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Anna Maria
raised a brow at Jack as he tore violently into his hardtack, glowering out
over the sea as he chewed. �She get to
ya then, did she?� she asked mildly, picking at her own dinner as if she were
already full.
�No one,�
he snapped, �got to me.� He had half
expected her to come out of his cabin after him and even waited for her near
the door, making a small show of inspecting a brass lantern for the benefit of
Gibbs, who lingered nearby. When she
did not emerge after a short while, Jack became irritated, much to his
consternation, and removed himself to the forecastle. He had been snapping and
snarling at everyone who crossed his path ever since. �Where�s the new ones?
Ruinin� my ship, belike,� he answered himself, frowning at the
half-eaten hardtack. �More�n likely true.� He finished his hardtack in relative silence
and sighed, gazing out over the sea, ignoring the sounds of Zoruba behind
them. �It shouldn�t �ave gotten me so
riled��
She
shrugged. �Aye, but it did. You thought you were havin� her figured out
and she hit you blind with the witch thing.�
Anna Maria smiled slightly. �I
shoulda known it were a spell on you, to make ye so moon eyed over the bint.�
Jack
snorted. �No one bewitches me,� he
tossed over his shoulder as he shoved himself away from the railing. �See to the new ones, eh, before you get
back to your own ship.�
Anna Maria
could take a hint. She smiled at Jack�s
back and finished her hardtack. She had
never seen her old friend so addled over anything, not even when Barbossa had
stolen the Pearl. She had a good
feeling about this.

Myrtle was
tired but unable to sleep as she lay on Jack�s bunk. The afternoon had passed into evening and the smells of the port drifted in through
the small porthole along with the salty tang of sea air. She wanted to be out on the open water
again, she wanted to sink into her fantasy again as she had on The
Nautilus. Reading the penny dreadfuls,
it had been easy to imagine being swept off her feet by a dashing piracaptcaptain and sailing the high seas. Or
better, she amended, being the pirate captain, having her own ship and
sailing wherever she damn well pleased, living a life of adventure and� She
sighed, looking around the cabin. �A
life of hardship, bad food, danger, uncertainty and strange rashes you get from
strange ports.�
�Heat.�
She jumped
at the sound of Jack�s voice, his silent entry lending to the surprise. �Pardon me?� she managed, not sounding
afraid at all.
�The
rashes. It�s from the heat.� He closed the door behind him and crossed
towards her, his eyes pinning her to the spot.
His half-smile bespoke nothing more than mild interest in her presence
even as he sat down on the edge of the bunk, close enough to smell the faint
lime scent of her skin from the soap Anna Maria had provided and the sandy warm
smell of her clothes. �At least most of
the time�I knew this girl once, everyone was callin� her Ruby the Red��
�I�m not
sure I want to know why,� Myrtle cut him off primly. �Is the door to the other cabin fixed yet? I�d like to go to bed now.�
�You�re in
bed, poppet,� he murmured, smiling a little more. �Mine, to be exact.� He leaned closer, not quite touching her but
making her lean back until she was against the boards of the wall. �And I need to make sure you stay here.�
She blinked
rapidly in surprise. ?� s?� she finally
asked, cringing inwardly at how childish that sounded.
Jack
laughed sharply, his eyes crinklin ain amusement as he closed the distance
between them, brushing his lips against hers before replying softly, �Because I�m
thinkin� you need protectin�.� He
kissed her again, this time lingering to sample her lower lip, nipping her
there and making her gasp. �And I need
you out of my thoughts.�
�Pardon?�
she breathed, unable to move even if she wanted to. He was so warm, leaning close to her like that, and smelled so
good, like skin and rum and salt air and spices she could not name. She lost track of just what it was she had
been so worried about moments before as he held her in his gaze, his hand
moving slowly across her shoulder to her throat, his fingers splaying as if to
capture her pulse before slipping downward over the lawn material covering her
breasts.
Jack�s
smile slid a little, becoming a new expression, more intent but somehow
hazy. He was familiar with lust, far
more than any other feeling aside from greed, if he were to be honest with
himself, not a trait he wished to cultivate, but he felt something strange when
he touched her. He was almost willing
to believe Anna Maria�s joke that Myrtle HAD bewitched him as he felt the rise
and fall of her breath against his hand, the
turgid peak of her nipple pressed into his palm as she stared back at
him with her oddly colored eyes. The
fleshy curves of her body stood out in the thin gown she had donned after her
scrub down by Anna Maria. She was not
the firey sort he was used to, nor was she the lithe, cool sort he thought he
favored. Instead, she was short and
verging on pudgy, not the first stare of fashion nor looks, but he found
himself oddly captivated. �Why do you
want to be a pirate?� he murmured unexpectedly.
Myrtle
found she had the answer ready, even though her mind was distracted by the lazy
circles he was making across her sensitive flesh. �Freedom,� she replied simply.
She reached out tentatively and grasped his wrist, holding his hand over
her breast and pressing gently. �I want
freedom.�
Jack closed
his eyes for a moment, her words an echo of his own once, so long ago that he
almost could not remember the boy who spoke them. When he looked at her again, she was peering at him closely,
almost worried. �Freedom is difficult
to hold onto,� he murmured, kissing her one more time. This time, she was the one who deepened the
embrace, her tongue darting out to meet his as she led him downward, laying
back against the thin pillow on the bunk and sighing as he moved over her.
She not not
quite sure why she wanted this just then but she knew she needed it on a level
beyond simple lust and longing. She
wanted to feel safe, feel whole, feel like there was not some monster lurking
outside, wanting her body and soul.
Despite the warm tropical night, she shivered as Jack pushed the gown up
over her hips, her skin dimpling as his breath teased her folds. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting
anything to interfere with the sensations coursing through her veins. She heard the moan escape her lips as his
tongue parted her wet sex and involuntarily arched her hips, offering better
access to her delicate folds. She could
almost forget about Richard and his ways, almost forget her sisters, almost
forget everything for just a few minutes as Jack teased and laved her core,
making her entire body feel like she was melting and burning in most pleasing
ways. Her strangled cry when he slipped
his fingers into her made her face flame in embarrassment, so needy did she
sound. He chuckled against her, his
beard and mustache tickling her as he gently drew on the pearl of her desire,
the very tip of his tongue nearly torturing her as he flicked it over the
tingling bundle of nerves. Her body clutched
at him, her femininity slickening with
growing need, her release imminent as he increased his pace within her,
licking and sucking her sex as her muted cries became more vocal, his name a
litany on her lips as she felt climax wash over her.
Jack lapped
at the pearly moisture of her core as she shuddered release, her gasping mewls fading
and her body shivering as he slowly withdrew from her. She was limp, post orgasmic lassitude
seeping over her, unable to be staved off.
He could wait a bit longer, he knew, before his own satisfaction with
her body. He pulled the rough sheet
over her after righting her clothes, bending to kiss her forehead as she fought
to keep her eyes open. �I�ll be back
tonight, dove.�
Myrtle
nodded, satisfied with that, and began to drift off with the seeds of an idea
forming.
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