Ficlet: Entrapment
Title: Entrapment
Author:
lady_di75
Rating: R
Pairing/Chars: Jack/Elizabeth, Jack/Scarlett/Giselle implied
Word Count: 443 (I'd say 'quadruple drabble' but that's just being unnecessarily difficult ...)
Summary: When pillow talk turns lethal...
A/N: Cross-posted to
sparrabeth and
blackpearlsails; for the drabble prompt "Scarlett and Giselle." Inspired by
mamazano's response to said prompt ;)
For some men, it was drink that could loose their tongues, allowing them the opportunity to be the architects of their own demise.
Captain Jack Sparrow -- not being some men, or even most men, for that matter -- was nigh impervious to the effects of rum upon lesser men. Being a man, however, he was decidedly not impervious to that intoxicant which vexes all men.
Her limbs languid and golden in repose as the lamp flickered its last, Elizabeth traced lazy patterns across the inked flesh of his torso. So contentedly sated was Jack that he lolled on the cusp of slumber, her voice drifting to him upon the current of lucid dreaming.
"... never believe what I heard tell of in the Faithful Bride last night..."
Fully lucid now at the mention of the most notorious tavern in Tortuga -- a place that had oft assuaged for him all manner of ills and bother -- he opened one eye and cautiously trained it upon the golden head on his chest. "And why would I 'never believe' what nugget of information might come out of the Bride, eh, Lizzie?"
"Well..." He could see her eyebrows knit as she flushed, evidently unsure how to repeat what scandal she had encountered. Equally deadly with a sword or pistol, politically savvy beyond the ken of her years, when it came to verbalizing matters of the flesh beyond her own experience, Elizabeth reverted to the sensibilities of a pink-cheeked maid. "What -- why would -- how could someone... two women at once?" she finally stammered, her eyes burning with equal measures of horror and fascination.
A broad, feral grin slowly spread across his face, midnight eyes taking on a distant gleam. "What indeed, love... "
The sharp sting of a slap on the flank brought his focus painfully back to the present, where the Pirate King glared at him in the near-dark of the Atalanta's Great Cabin. "Jack Sparrow... have you ever..." she trailed off, her tone akin to curiosity, her body language that of murder.
Some lost bit of wisdom about fools and angels fearing to tread skittered across his brain as the truth tumbled from his lips, an abbrieveated but lurid account of the pleasures had in the company of a certain pair of doxies... For the briefest moment, he saw Lizzie's eyes glitter with the allure of things sensual and forbidden.
He was left to wonder at that spark, however, as it quickly darkened to a scowl. Rewarded for his honesty with a silently turned back, Jack nonetheless found himself smiling as he fell to sleep, his memories a cosy pair of companions.