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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual
disclaimers, but I’m plotting with Hilary…
Thanks to May
El-Diablo, darigan-sparrow, insolitus, Rachel Sparrow, Jack-Sparrow-Lover,
SummerRain, wamy, Cayenne, Esmarelda Sparrow, Aurora, Chelsey, Killer K and of
course Hilary for your reviews.
I hope I’ve
described the dress well enough for you. I can see it in my minds eye but it
was hard to put down on paper, so to speak.
…
Chapter
twenty seven: ‘A giant whirlpool opened up, spat me out, an’ I landed on
the deck of th’Pearl.’
Jack crept
aboard The Pearl, hoping he would not meet Jenny on the way to his
cabin. He wanted to keep the dress as a surprise. He pulled open the deep
bottom drawer of the tallboy and carefully laid it down, shutting and locking
the drawer just as Jenny walked into the cabin.
‘Jack! I did not
expect you back yet. What are you doing?’
‘Nothin’ luv,
nothin’ at all. I came ter tell ya we’ve been invited ter dinner at
Valentine’s.’
‘Oh. Oh dear, I
suppose we’re going?’ she looked dubiously at him, chewing on her lip, which
Jack watched with growing interest.
‘Aye luv but
there’s nothin’ ter worry about,’ he muttered softly, moving closer until he
caught Jenny’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, eliciting a
murmur of pleasure from his lover. ‘How about...?’ he broke away, rubbing the
tip of his nose across Jenny’s. ‘We go an’ heat some water up in th’galley an’
have a bath, eh? That sound good ter you luv?’
‘Sounds like the
best idea I’ve heard all day,’ she giggled, pulling away from his embrace and
skipping across the cabin. They spent the next hour heating up the water and
after four trips to and from the galley, the bath tub was full and Jack and
Jenny were both wet through.
‘C’mon luv, you
first being as yer cleaner than I am.’ He peeled off her wet clothes and ran
his hands down her body, feeling her stomach muscles contract the further down
his fingers went.
‘Ah but we don’t
want you to get any wetter than you already are, do we? So now it’s your turn.’
Jenny returned the favour and rid Jack of his clothes, teasing him by flitting
her tongue across his body and sucking on his nipples, relishing the salty
taste of sweat and the feel of his fingers as they explored her body, stroking,
probing and pinching gently.
‘Get in th’tub
woman before I ravish ya.’ Jack watched keenly as Jenny got into the tub and
quickly washed herself down then climbed in as she stepped out and washed
himself quicker still. He grabbed her arms and pulled her back in, on top of
him, kissing her hungrily.
Jenny knelt as
best she could in the tub, with her knees either side of Jack’s hips and
lowered herself onto him, gasping as he thrust his hips upwards and drove
deeper into her.
‘Lean forward
Jen,’ Jack urged, sucking hard on her throat as she came nearer, then turned
his attention to her neck, jaw and ear-lobes, nipping and sucking as he went.
‘I luv yer neck, d’ya know that?’
‘I think I might
have had an idea,’ Jenny panted, then buried her face in Jack’s neck and bit
hard, bruising the skin, only breaking off as she neared her climax. ‘Uh… Jack…
harder, please harder.’ Jenny arched her back and groaned Jack’s name
over and over like a mantra as her passion built up in waves until it came
crashing over and she went limp in his arms.
‘Y’all right
luv?’ Jack chuckled, running his hands across her back and feeling Jenny
shudder. ‘C’mon, let’s get out an’ on to th’bunk where it’s more comfy, eh?’
She eased off Jack and stood stiffly, laughing as water went all over the deck
as he stood then she squealed as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her
to the bunk, sitting her on it and gently pushing her backwards then lying on
top and grinding himself against her. ‘Want that do we Jen?’ he teased, rubbing
his prick along the mound of hair between Jenny’s legs.
‘Uh… y-yes,
please,’ she pleaded, pushing her hips up to meet his as he continued his
teasing. ‘Damn you Jack,’ she hissed, slapping his backside hard.’
‘Oooh, gettin’
forceful now are we Jenny Wren? Maybe I should just go an’ let ya cool off,
eh?’ Jack made to get off the bunk, laughing raucously as she caught his
wrists, making him fall on top of her. ‘Mmm, there’s that neck again….’ He
pressed his lips to her neck and started nibbling once more, pulling away
suddenly when he remembered she would not want to be marked when wearing the
dress he had brought.
‘Gone off me
now, have you?’ Jenny pouted playfully before pulling his right hand to her
lips and gently nibbled at the pulse spot on his wrist, listening with
satisfied pleasure as he mewled in her ear then she worked her way along his
arm, tracing the lines of the tattoos that marked him until she reached his
shoulder. She kissed her way along his jaw to his lips which she took greedily,
kissing him deeply and entangling her legs with his, rubbing the back of his
calf with the sole of her foot.
‘I’d never go
off you luv, ya know that,’ Jack murmured huskily, breaking away from Jenny and
looking at her tenderly as he eased into her and slowly started thrusting,
keeping at a gentle pace until she reached her climax, then finding release
himself.
…
‘Close yer eyes
an’ no peeking, savvy?’
‘I never
peek unlike some,’ Jenny teased, bobbing her tongue out at where she thought
Jack was. She could hear a drawer being pulled open and remembered Jack had
been by the tallboy when she had entered the cabin. There was a rustle of
fabric and she had to fight the urge to open her eyes. When he finally told her
she could look, Jenny was speechless and was too afraid to reach out and touch
the dress in case it disappeared in a puff of smoke.
‘Ya like it?’
Jack grinned, knowing full well the answer.
‘Jack… it’s….
it’s beautiful.’ Her eyes wandered down the length of the heavy brocade dress
of a burnt gold colour and dark brown relief, looking at the low cut of it, but
not indecently so and she marvelled at how it tapered in at the waist. She
gently fingered the brown satin petticoat showing through the opening at the
front of the dress.
‘Put it on luv.’
Jack could not wait to see her in it, but wondered how he would keep his hands
off her again once she had it on.
She needed no
second bidding and quickly unlaced the bodice of the dress and stepped into it,
allowing Jack to pull the laces and tie them for her. She lifted her arms and
gasped at the sleeves, lined with the same brown satin as the underskirt, which
almost hung down to her knees. ‘Where on earth…?’
‘There’s an ol’
lady in Tortuga, was married to a pirate until he got hanged. She makes a
livin’ by buyin’ an' sellin’ good stuff.
‘Jack, this is
the most wonderful dress I have ever seen, let alone worn.’ Jenny went to the
mirror in the side cabin and admired herself in it, smiling at him smirking over
her shoulder. ‘Thank you,’ she murmured, turning around and winding her arms
around his neck.
‘Th’pleasure’s
all mine luv, believe me,’ Jack smiled as she pressed her lips against his.
…
Jenny looked
about nervously at the curious glances the group were attracting as they made
their way towards the house of Absolon Valentine. She never felt gladder for
the bulk of the likes of Pete Symmonds and John Williams, nor for the sure
sword of Jack and Billy Wheeler. Jack squeezed her arm reassuringly as they reached
the heavy iron gates. ‘Don’t ferget Jen, what this man thrives on is knowledge.
Anything he can find out to use against people, he will. So if necessary play
innocent, savvy?’
‘All right
Jack,’ she whispered, wishing the evening was over already.
Pete opened the
gate and allowed Jack to lead the way through them and up the drive to the
imposing house. The door was opened by a butler who beckoned them into the
lavish hallway. Jenny gasped at the opulence, it had been a long time since she
was in a house so grand. Even James Norrington’s mansion was not so sumptuously
decorated. A large ornate metal chandelier covered with candles dominated the
hallway, lighting up oil paintings all over the walls. She stepped on to a
thick piled Persian rug, her feet sinking into it as they followed the butler
to some double doors leading to the dining room. A large oak table stretched
virtually from one end of the room to the other and Jenny counted sixteen
matching chairs around it.
‘Sparrow!
Welcome to my humble abode.’
Jack and Jenny
both turned to face Absolon Valentine, who was standing in the doorway, his
arms outstretched.
‘Valentine. Ter
what do we owe this… honour?’ Jack enquired, laconically.
‘I wanted to
congratulate you on finding Sanchez’s treasure and to see if the rumours on the
beauty of your woman were true. I find they indeed were.’ Valentine took
Jenny’s hand and kissed it, slyly flitting the tip of his tongue out and
licking her fingers.
She suppressed
the urge to pull her hand away and slap Valentine and instead smiled sweetly
through gritted teeth at the small, weedy looking man with cold blue eyes.
‘And?’
Jenny turned her
attention to Jack’s question then regardedAbsolon Valentine closely to see how
he would react to being questioned. From what she had been told about the man,
he was rarely challenged and those that did very often did not live to tell the
tale.
‘And nothing
Jack. I just want to hear all about that adventure o’yourn.’ He led the way to
the end of the table nearest the fireplace in which a roaring fire was blazing
away, despite it being a warm Caribbean evening. ‘Would your men like
refreshments?’
‘Nah, they’re
not eatin’ nor drinkin.’ Jack pulled a chair out for Jenny, noting the solid
silver cutlery and cut glass wine goblets laid out on the table then sat next
to her. ‘Gone to a bit o’trouble just fer a yarn, Valentine.’
‘Jack… Jack!
I don’t know why people think I’m such an ogre who dines on those he’s invited
for dinner.’ Valentine leered at Jenny as he said this, making her shudder involuntarily.
‘I like to socialise as much as the next man.’
‘Hmm,’
thought Jack, ‘I know your idea of socialising and if yer leer at Jen once
more, ya bastard…’ He twirled the ends of his moustache and plastered a
sickly smile on his face as he faced Valentine.
‘So, Jenny. I can
call you Jenny, can’t I?’ Absolon Valentine leaned forward and fixed his cold
eyes on her.
‘No ya can’t,’
Jack interrupted, glowering at his host.
‘Well, what can
I call you then?’ Valentine answered Jack by talking directly to Jenny.
‘Ya can call her
Mrs. Sparrow.’
‘You are
married?’ Valentine’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at Jenny’s hand, spying
her wedding band still on her finger.
‘In all but
name.’ Jack leaned back on the chair and clasped his hands behind his head.
Jenny half expected him to prop his feet on the table.
‘But you are
married, Jenny?’ Valentine pressed, determined to find something out
about Sparrow’s woman.
She opened her
mouth to answer but shut it again at Jack’s warning look, smiling ruefully. The
tension was relieved slightly by some servants arriving with the food and
Jenny’s mouth watered at the sight of the suckling pig surrounded by berries
and roasted apples. She smiled her thanks at the waiter who piled her plate
with food and poured a generous amount of wine in her glass.
Absolon
Valentine watched his guests carefully. Sparrow he knew a lot about, having had
dealings with him, either directly or in a roundabout way that Jack did not
know about. It was the woman who interested him. He had heard of a woman being
kidnapped from Port Royal some months before and wondered if she was the one
and whether there would be a reward for her safe return. ‘She does not look
as if she’s being held against her will,’ he mused to himself. Whether or
not, it was still something else he had on Jack Sparrow, something that made
the pirate vulnerable and that made Absolon Valentine a very happy man.
Jenny shifted
uneasily under her host’s intense stare and busied herself tucking into the
delicious food but she went easy on the wine. It was a good wine, very potent
and she did not want her tongue to be loosened so she took small sips from it,
smiling to herself as she noticed the slightly disappointed look on Valentine’s
face.
‘You don’t like
the wine Jen… Mrs. Sparrow?’
‘I do, but I’m
not a very good drinker I’m afraid, Mr. Valentine,’ she replied, ignoring
Jack’s snort of derision. ‘My compliments to your cook, the food is wonderful.’
‘Thank you, I
will be sure to pass your kind words along,’ he smiled graciously. ‘So, Jack.
This treasure o’yourn, worth the effort of finding it?’
Jenny finished
her meal in silence as Jack told a not altogether true tale of Sanchez’s
treasure, elaborating it with wild hand gestures and fancy words, none of which
Valentine believed if the sceptical look on his face was anything to go by.
‘Are you
married, Mr. Valentine?’ Jenny asked, as the servants took the dirty dishes
away.
‘I… um, yes I
was. My wife died.’
Jack flashed her
a grin at seeing the tables turned and Valentine shifting uncomfortably in his
seat, but she ignored him. ‘That’s terrible, how?’
‘During
childbirth a few years back.’ Valentine cursed himself for falling into what he
saw as a trap and his demeanour hardened as he pushed the memories away.
‘I am so sorry,’
she replied offering a sympathetic smile at the man who returned it, in a
fashion.
‘Ah good,
dessert. I hope you like dessert, Mrs. Sparrow. This is one of cook’s
specialties,’ he beamed, relieved of a chance to change the subject.
Even Jack seemed
impressed by the orange pudding sprinkled with dark bitter chocolate and the
three of them set work demolishing it quickly, settling back in their chairs
with satisfied smiles when the last spoonful was finished.
‘Must add me
compliments mate. Don’t suppose yer cook wants a job aboard me ship, eh?’
‘I doubt it
Sparrow,’ Valentine snorted. ‘I poached him from the King’s kitchen. He
wouldn’t rough it on a mere pirate ship,’ he sneered, looking down his nose at
Jack.
‘Poached him or
made him an offer he did not dare refuse?’ Jenny asked, her sweet smile
betrayed by a hard look in her eyes.
Valentine
swivelled his gaze to her and his expression changed. ‘I’ll have you know, Mrs.
Sparrow, my cook works under better conditions than he did with the King,’ he
bristled, pressing his fingers together until they were white.
‘All right, all
right, calm down Valentine. She was only teasin.’ Jack’s hand automatically
went to the hilt of his short sword and he pushed his chair back, ready to
spring up.
‘Jack…’ Jenny
placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Valentine, I
forgot my manners.’
‘Apology
accepted.’ Valentine smiled grudgingly then stood. ‘Perhaps some coffee by the
fire?’
Jack narrowed
his eyes suspiciously but nodded. He knew Valentine was up to something, but what?
He made sure that he was still between Valentine and Jenny as they sat on a
large settee and took a delicate coffee cup each from the tray and sipped the
strong bitter liquid, his eyes never ceasing their wandering around the room,
sizing its worth and looking out for trouble. There had to be trouble,
this was Absolon Valentine. Jack was broken from his revere by the realisation
that Valentine was paying far too much attention to Jenny for his liking and he
leaned forward, partially blocking the man’s view of her.
‘What was that,
Valentine?’
‘I was just
asking Je… Mrs. Sparrow how long she’d been in the Caribbean. She still has
that English rose glow about her, don’t you think?’ Valentine turned his
attention back to Jenny. ‘What part of England are you from, my dear? I’m from
Cornwall originally, but haven’t been back for many years.’
‘From
Worcestershire.’ She did not see that the answer would do any harm and glared
at Jack’s dark look. ‘Are you a sailor, Mr. Valentine?’
Valentine
chuckled, shaking his head. ‘I used to be but don’t sully my hands with toil
now that I can afford not to,’ he cast a sly glance at Jack, a smirk playing on
his lips.
‘I can afford
not to if I wanted,’ Jack retorted, his anger flaring up. ‘I just prefer to do
some honest hard work instead of mincing around.’
‘Not so sure
about honest, Jack…’ Valentine chuckled glad to see he had finally got
under the pirate’s skin. ‘How about you, Jack Sparrow? Where are you
from?’
‘A giant
whirlpool opened up, spat me out, an’ I landed on the deck of th’Pearl,’
he grinned, sardonically. ‘C’mon luv, time ter go.’ He stood and took Jenny’s
hand, helping her from the settee. ‘Thank you fer your hospitality, Valentine.
I’ll return the favour some time.’
‘I shall look
forward to it,’ Valentine lied, smiling broadly. ‘No doubt we shall bump into
each other from time to time,’ he smiled at Jenny, taking her free hand and
kissing it in the same fashion as before.
Jack led the way
from the room, signalling to his men to follow and the group of them strode towards
the door where the butler was holding it open.
‘Goodbye,’
Absolon Valentine called as they walked down the drive, a satisfied smile on
his face at the end of what he considered a reasonably successful evening.
…
‘Jack! Will you
please stop pacing up and down and come to bed.’ Jenny sank back on the pillows
with an exasperated sigh, cursing him under her breath.
‘What did he want?
Valentine doesn’t invite people around t’his house unless there’s a very good
reason or he wants ter kill ‘em.’
‘Maybe he was
curious as to where the treasure was found?’ she suggested, before deciding to
distract Jack by throwing back the bedclothes and lounging back in a seductive
manner with her legs slightly apart and her arms above her head. It worked and
she yelped with delight as he came hurtling across the cabin, landing on the
bunk with a thud and rolled on top of her.
‘Damn ya woman,
I’m tryin’ ter think!’
‘Think
afterwards then,’ she laughed, pressing her lips against his and muffling any
more protests that he might think of.
‘I always sleep
afterwards, ya know that,’ he grumbled half heartedly as he broke away from the
clinch.
‘So sleep on it
and think about it with a fresh mind in the morning, eh?’ Jenny ran her fingers
down his chest and started playing with the laces holding Jack’s breeches
together.
‘Yer a wicked
woman, ya know that, Jenny Samuels?’ he grinned, grinding his hips against her
and tugging at her earlobe with his teeth.
‘I’ve had a good
teacher Jack,’ she teased, sliding his breeches down as far as she could reach.
‘Oh aye, an’ who
might he be?’ Jack laughed, rolling off Jenny and kicking his breeches off.
‘Oh, let me see.
There’s John, Pete, Davy, oh and young Billy knows a trick or two as well...’
Jenny shrieked as Jack rolled back on top of her and they giggled as they made
love, their moans of desire punctuated with cries of laughter throughout the
night.
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