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He kept her pressed against him, leaning up against the doorframe to close it. A sweet thing he thought, hardly fighting me and I didn’t even have to pay her for it. He was used to women playing hard to get unless he was going to reward them for doing otherwise. But this one was different.
His hand gently lifted her skirt, not venturing under quite yet, just brushing against the soft skin of her upper thigh. She was certainly not a woman who had seen much action, be it combat or otherwise. No, her skin felt soft and smooth against the rough calluses on his hands, a feeling he welcomed. He couldn’t say he missed it, though that was only because he’d never had someone like this before.
“What’s your plan, Captain?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him as she turned to face the man behind her.
“I haven’t got a plan,” he said confidently, a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his lips. “These sort of things aren’t ones you need to plot out.”
“I guess I wouldn’t know,” she responded innocently as he pulled her back towards him once again.
“You’re about to find out,” he promised her, spinning the pair around and backing her into the wall. He then took his time, lowering himself to the ground slowly as he slid his hands gently up her skirt, this time caressing more of her flesh, trailing slowly up to where she needed him most. But, ever the tease, he stopped himself.
“Looks like we’ll need to do away with these boots,” he said, much to her apparent chagrin. “May I?” he asked, looking up at her for permission. She huffed softly.
“Fine,” she said, only drawing his smirk further across his lips with her impatience. And he took his time, gently untying the shoes, sliding a hand up her calf to raise her leg and allow him to remove the article with more ease.
“Frilly,” he commented, poking at the lace at the tops of her socks. “Now there’s something you don’t always notice,” he said. “I met a man once that-”
“Would you get on with it?” she cut him off, prompting him to throw up his hands in concession, returning to his duties of disrobing her one item of clothing at a time after muttering an apology.
Once he had finished painstakingly removing her shoes and socks he stood suddenly, pulling her into a fervent kiss. It took her by surprise, requiring a moment of adjustment before she could adequately respond, matching his intensity and energy and wrapping her arms around his neck.
It would have been far more difficult to pretend she was uninterested in the man than to simply give into her passions, and she told him that herself, just not in so many words. He understood simply from the way she kissed him back, even though she rolled her eyes at him and called him a brute and ignored his advances most days. But his charms had worked on her, he had faith that they always would.
“Please,” she mumbled softly against his lips. His fingers carded through her messy hair gently, pulling away and grinning at her as he scanned her features, taking in more of her little details thanks to their close proximity.
“Now don’t tell me you’re eager,” he teased, turning her around and quickly untucking her blouse from her skirt. She gasped softly as his fingers roamed her stomach, finding their way to the waist of her skirt and tracing over it slowly. “Or do, who knows how I may respond,” he chuckled to himself.
Unable to contain his desires much longer, he cupped one of her bare breasts beneath the light fabric. She shifted slightly during his ministrations. “Relax, it’s alright,” he soothed her, gently kneading her breast and savoring the moment. “Just getting acquainted is all,” he grinned, his hot breath blowing into her ear as he spoke. She felt a blush heating up her cheeks, having the sense to bite her lip to avoid any sounds passing her lips.
With his right hand cupping her breast, his left hand searched the rest of her body, tracing down the curvature of her sides and down to her hips. Cradling her body gently, they swayed together with the movement of the ship. One of her hands fell to the side, gripping onto whatever part of him she could reach which just so happened to be his thigh. Her right hand followed his, roaming her chest and sliding slowly up to her neck.
Now was as good a time as any for the woman to slip her hand into the pocket of her skirt moving slowly and letting out a breathy moan to distract the man behind her. He was becoming acquainted with her, but she already knew what she wanted from him.
Gripping the steel of her knife carefully, she pulled her hand out of her pocket slowly, so as not to alert the Captain to her movements or her hidden intentions. With a quick jab, she brought the blade back, hoping to connect with his stomach or his side that was positioned behind her. But instead of feeling her blade piercing through flesh, she felt a strong grip around her wrist.
He twisted her around, holding her hand up above her head and studying the woman for a moment as she struggled in his grip. “So that’s why you weren’t fighting me,” he chuckled. She simply fixed her annoyed gaze on him. “What’s the plan, kill the captain, steal his ship?” He raised an eyebrow. “The men won’t like taking orders from someone who looks like you.”
“I want the map,” she practically growled, glaring at the smug pirate.
“You’ll have to kill me for it, and so far that hasn’t worked out very well for you, has it?” he chuckled, pulling her arms behind her back and slipping the knife from her hands. He stashed it away in his own pockets, pushing her out the doors and onto the deck of the ship. “Help me escort this young lady to the brig, would you please?” he asked one of the crewmembers on the deck.
“Aye, Cap!” the man replied, taking one of her arms as well, the both of them leading her down into the belly of the ship.
“Nobody crosses Jack Sparrow and gets away with it, love,” he whispered in her ear. “Shame too, I could’ve shown you a good time.”
His words echoed in her ears as the door to the cell clanked shut. Now all she was left with were her own thoughts, and plenty of time to plan how to steal from the pirate once she’d made her escape. He was a madman, surely she’d best him eventually. “Jack Sparrow,” she grumbled. “Bugger.”