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January 6th, 2008
01:48 pm - 12Days of Christmas challenge: Day 12: Summer Nights
Last one, and now I'm @ Uni. This evening I intend to find every possible way to relax. Tomorrow I begin working obscenely hard. (Seriously. Will be writing essays from tomorrow onward.)
Title: Would you Offer your Throat?
Author:Lord Localfreak
Fandom: PotC
Ship: JS/HB
Summary: "On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"-Meatloaf
On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
The nights, like the days, were humid and sticky in this here part of the world. The activity on the dock was slower than usual, the breezless discomfort putting a dampner on all the typical nighttime activities of a bustling port town.
Standing barefoot on the deck of his beloved Pearl, Jack Sparrow couldn't wait to be out at sea once more. Sweat prickled on his skin as he peered at the comings-and-goings occuring on the land. He was watching in particular a man with a broad-brimmed hat who had been loitering on the dockside for some time, glancing often towards Jack's ship (well, who could help but appreciate her magnificence? She easily outclassed the small and meagre vessels made fast on either side of her, She was a peacock among pigeons; a jungle cat amidst imbred pets.)
Eventually curiosity and boredom prompted Jack to hail the man below and climb down to meet him, "See you've an eye to my ship, mate."
The man startled but covered it quickly, "Aye," a lecherous glare raked up and down Jack's person, "I've an eye for attractive things." Jack's lips quirked into a smile. The man was not handsome, his smile was crooked, his face weatherbeaten (athough his teeth, despite their unwholesome appearance appeared to be his own which was something rather special in the sailing way of life) the man was not without some allure, piratical to be sure, with a rough low voice which was enough to make any Tortuga whore squirm excitedly in the man's lap. And now he was looking at Jack, who basked in the apparant appreciation of his self and tilted his head back to look at the man from lowered lids. The effect this had was most satisyfying as the man surged forward and captured Jack's lips in a bruising kiss and ground their hips together. Hmm, thought Jack, perhaps the night was looking up after all.
"Come aboard," he insisted as they parted gasping for breath, "an' mayhaps we'll see how...deep...your appreciation lies.,,,oh, and the name's Jack, for future reference." he winked, beckoning the man to follow him. When they reached the deck, the man pinned Jack with a gaze as hungry as a wild animal and smiled that wolfish smile that sent shivers down Jack's spine, "Hector Barbossa, at your service...so t'speak."
On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
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| Date: | January 6th, 2008 - 07:59 am |
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(versipellis)
Oooh, lovely, very creepy and with a really strong atmosphere! |
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