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Title: The Button, Part II
Rating: PG
"Jack, hold still!"
"Get it loose, dammit!"
"I'm trying, but you have to HOLD STILL."
"It hurts."
"Well, you pulling on it won't help any. How did you get it stuck in there like that?"
"How should I know, mate? I was focused on something else entirely."
"This has never happened befo.... goddamnit, hold still, I say... and stop yanking. Let me do it."
"Ahhhh! Careful! Handsomely now, mate!"
"There. You're free. Come here and let me rub it."
"Won't be doing that again."
"Jack. Its really quite simple. Just pull my breeches out of the way and your hair won't get caught in the buttons."
Title: Cuffs
Rating: Teen and Up
Jack locked the manacle securely in place around Commodore Norrington’s wrist. The thick cuff of iron fit snugly around the man’s arm, from just below the palm to nearly halfway up his forearm. His other arm was restrained in the same manner, chains running from the manacles to rings in the wall. Jack stepped back to survey his work. Norrington pulled against his bonds, muscles flexing and fists balling with the effort. The sharp edges of the manacles cut into his skin, bruising the tender flesh.
“What do you mean, Sparrow!” he demanded. “You will release me at once!”
“Oh, I think not, Commodore. In fact, I rather like you… trussed up.”
Norrington strained again, but the iron had no give. He looked at Jack for a long moment with an unreadable expression. “Well, the least you could do is remove my coat.”
“But Commodore,” said Jack as he stepped close to push the snowy white cuff of Norrington’s uniform coat up his arm, “that’s the best part.” And pulling aside the shirt sleeve, he leaned in to lick a hot path from James’s palm, across the manacle, and to the soft skin inside his elbow.
James watched the pirate’s progression, his mouth and chin burrowing under the coat cuff as his tongue flicked against the pulse at his elbow, and knew he was lost.
Untitled Poem
Rating: PG
skirts of weed
eyes of pearl
black as sin
she's Jack's girl
eyes of green
wig powdered and curled
an enchanting grin
he's Jack's world
ship or man
a choice to mourn
he can't have both
Jack's heart is torn
to a pirate's life
the rogue was born
adventure and freedom
Jack's path is worn
a life of crime
with that he's square
but the Commodore isn't
and he won't share
Jack must decide
what's fair is fair
piracy or passion
what will he dare?
fate is fickle
as Jack has learned
if love is offered
its not to be spurned
but change is good
and bridges can burn
if Jack's the prize
the Commodore might turn