Like the Sea
This fic is rated: NC-17
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Tia Dalma/Hector Barbossa
Summary: PWP
Warnings: sex
Spoilers: For the end of Dead Man's Chest and all of At World's End
Word Count: 458
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: stuck in the shack together for a couple of days, they must have done SOMETHING to pass the time!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Barbossa finds it in the jumble of stuff that fills Tia Dalma's shack; carved from ivory in intricate detail. The thing even has veins, he realizes, as he sets it quickly back in its place.
His fondest hope, that Tia Dalma didn't notice what he was looking at, is dashed when he hears her low chuckle. "Useful, that is. I could show you ... "
"No."
"Some other time, maybe." She sways her way across the shack. Lays one hand on his chest, then lets it slide down to the buckle of his belt. "Besides, I have de real ting. What do you say, Hector Barbossa ... we could get to know each other a bit better?"
It's a bad idea; he knows it, even if his cock doesn't.
But she's in his arms now, and she's warm and soft and alive and he's alive and he doesn't protest when she peels him out of his clothes and pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top.
Ten years of undeath and two years of real death have left him desperate. He lasts three thrusts.
"My apologies," he says. "I seem to have been a mite too eager."
Tia Dalma lets out a wordless, frustrated growl, and pounces. Straddles his mouth, and twists his fingers into his hair. "Tongue," she orders. "Fingers and tongue, ah yes, clever, clever man."
Barbossa doesn't need to be told twice; he buries his face into the hot folds. She tastes slightly salty, like the sea air on a still morning. But that's all that's still; she jerks and trembles and thrashes until her cries are all he can hear. He realizes he's hard again, and even before he was cursed it had been decades since that happened.
Finally, Tia Dalma lets out a high-pitched wail, and slumps.
He's about to push her away so that he can breathe, when she back-crawls down his body. She meets his eyes, then wraps her lips around his cock. Holds his gaze while she sinks down to his belly. And then he's the one who is arching, his eyes rolling back because he doesn't think anything has ever felt so good, and then he can't think of much at all. He's still aware enough to know that putting a hand on her head would be a bad idea, so he bunches his hands in the worn sheets as his pleasure peaks and crests and finally subsides, leaving him panting and limp and too exhausted to move.
Tia Dalma straightens and turns away, heads out the door with her dress trailing over one shoudler. "Rest well, Barbossa," she calls back, as he slides down into sleep. "You will need your strength over the next few days."
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Tia Dalma/Hector Barbossa
Summary: PWP
Warnings: sex
Spoilers: For the end of Dead Man's Chest and all of At World's End
Word Count: 458
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: stuck in the shack together for a couple of days, they must have done SOMETHING to pass the time!
Cross-Posted were_lemur
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Barbossa finds it in the jumble of stuff that fills Tia Dalma's shack; carved from ivory in intricate detail. The thing even has veins, he realizes, as he sets it quickly back in its place.
His fondest hope, that Tia Dalma didn't notice what he was looking at, is dashed when he hears her low chuckle. "Useful, that is. I could show you ... "
"No."
"Some other time, maybe." She sways her way across the shack. Lays one hand on his chest, then lets it slide down to the buckle of his belt. "Besides, I have de real ting. What do you say, Hector Barbossa ... we could get to know each other a bit better?"
It's a bad idea; he knows it, even if his cock doesn't.
But she's in his arms now, and she's warm and soft and alive and he's alive and he doesn't protest when she peels him out of his clothes and pushes him back onto the bed and climbs on top.
Ten years of undeath and two years of real death have left him desperate. He lasts three thrusts.
"My apologies," he says. "I seem to have been a mite too eager."
Tia Dalma lets out a wordless, frustrated growl, and pounces. Straddles his mouth, and twists his fingers into his hair. "Tongue," she orders. "Fingers and tongue, ah yes, clever, clever man."
Barbossa doesn't need to be told twice; he buries his face into the hot folds. She tastes slightly salty, like the sea air on a still morning. But that's all that's still; she jerks and trembles and thrashes until her cries are all he can hear. He realizes he's hard again, and even before he was cursed it had been decades since that happened.
Finally, Tia Dalma lets out a high-pitched wail, and slumps.
He's about to push her away so that he can breathe, when she back-crawls down his body. She meets his eyes, then wraps her lips around his cock. Holds his gaze while she sinks down to his belly. And then he's the one who is arching, his eyes rolling back because he doesn't think anything has ever felt so good, and then he can't think of much at all. He's still aware enough to know that putting a hand on her head would be a bad idea, so he bunches his hands in the worn sheets as his pleasure peaks and crests and finally subsides, leaving him panting and limp and too exhausted to move.
Tia Dalma straightens and turns away, heads out the door with her dress trailing over one shoudler. "Rest well, Barbossa," she calls back, as he slides down into sleep. "You will need your strength over the next few days."