Consolation Prize | By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He took the apple with a wide delighted smile and bit in.
For a second he froze, savoring the taste, and then after a loud moan started
to devour it.
Elizabeth
watched him scarf down several huge bites in quick succession, and then
snatched the apple away. “Slow down,” she laughed, “You’re going to be sick.”
As he chewed and smacked his lips, eyes locked on his prize
as if worried it might disappear, Elizabeth
felt a little jealous and took a bite for herself.
It was crunchy, sweet, a little
sour. Juicy, too – a drop slid down her chin and fell onto her chest.
She raised her hand to wipe off, a little self-consciously,
not wanting to draw attention to her cleavage when she was locked up with a
sex-starved pirate king. Too late – Barbossa caught
her wrist. He leaned in and efficiently licked the drop right off her. “Waste
not.”
Her chest burned where his tongue had been. She felt
suddenly breathless and warm… and very daring. Here was a pirate – a real
pirate, not like Jack Sparrow – who had the power to make her heart pound and
who responded to her touch as if it were all that had ever mattered in the
world. She wasn't sure she wanted to be ladylike for much longer.
Elizabeth bit
into the apple again and this time held the piece between her teeth and edged
closer. He looked several times from her eyes to her lips as though to check
that he wasn’t misunderstanding, then leaned in and took the piece from her
mouth.
She sat back, licking her lips, and watched him eat. When
his eyes flickered to the apple in her hand, she took another bite…
This time his tongue scooped the piece away at once but his
lips didn’t leave hers. Instead his hands came up around her face and then he
was kissing her, hungrily, deeply, desperately at first and then with
increasing confidence.
She hardly knew what to do with his tongue when it pushed
into her mouth, but she opened her lips to him and didn’t resist.
She felt a little light-headed when at last he pulled away.
“Apologies, miss.”
“You don’t need to apologize… for just that.” She dropped
her eyes.
It was pride versus ten years of deprivation, and the pride
lost. Badly. Barbossa
dragged Elizabeth up onto his lap
and wrapped his arms around her. “You feel so good,” he whispered into her
dress. “You taste… oh God…” He breathed in her smell and shuddered; for no
reason she understood, she felt an answering shiver run up her spine. He
brought her hand to his face and pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist.
When she felt his tongue moving against her skin, she
gasped.
They each pulled back a little, and made somewhat dazed eye
contact. “I… I don’t know what you want,” she stammered, to explain her
hesitation.
“I don’t know what ye would give,” he answered, to explain
his.
“Me neither.” She laughed a little.
“In any case don’t go,” he said. “If I’ve frightened you I
apologize and it won’t happen again. Elizabeth
…” It was the first time he’d used her name. “You’ve no idea how badly I want
to know a woman again before I leave this world… but if you’re not willin, then I’ll settle for the weight of ye on my knee.”
He tightened his arms around her. “I was decent to you, now be decent in turn.
Don’t go just yet.”
Decent? He’d been more than decent
to her, she knew, he’d been honest. Open. I feel nothin,
he’d told her, in anguish… How could she pull away now, and use his very
own words to lie to him?
His bandana was covered in old faded bloodstains. She kissed
the top of his head and then tilted his chin up to make him look at her.
“You’ll have to teach me,” she warned, barely above a whisper. “I don’t…”
“Be glad to,” he purred. He’d gone a little hoarse with the
painful intensity of his arousal. “D’ye want me Christian name?”
She blinked. “No, not really,” she decided after a moment of
thought. She wanted to remember him as just the fearsome pirate Captain Barbossa… Although, on second thought,
perhaps he might not appreciate that. “Is that wrong?”
“No more wrong than my wantin to
know how old you are,” he answered, smiling.
“Seventeen.”
“And whether you’ve ever been touched by a
man.”
“Never.”
“Never?” he repeated. “So no man’s ever been… here?” He
skimmed his fingernails lightly down the side of her neck and she whimpered,
shaking her head.
He chuckled. “Nor anyplace else, I’d bet.”
She shook her head again and draped her arms around his
neck.
This put his face very close to some of the anyplace else
in question. “Consolation prize, indeed,” he whispered into her bodice.
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TBC.
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