Edited
Okay, I actually edited this post to give the story a proper header. I also seperated them. It's been pointed out to me that Balancing and Listen are actual companion pieces in a way (go Monkey-subconcious! 'cause I sure as hell didn't plan it like that *g*). However, there is a very slight mention of bondage in Balancing and I know some are quite sensative to that; therefore, I thought I should seperated the two stories, as well as give them proper headers.
Title: Balancing
Author: Monkeypuzzle
Fandom: PotC
Pairing: Norrington/Sparrow
Rating: R
Summery: "To any lubber's eyes it would seem a precarious position, but they are sailor's both, and to them it feels only natural."
Warnings: Slight mention of bondage.
A/N: For doolabug, based on the Theban Band picture "Rigging"
The harsh grating of the shrouds in one hand, the soft caress of hair in the other, and on his lips the feel of heaven. The Pearl is shifting beneath them, riding the smooth swell of the sea, and they are balancing perfectly. To any lubber's eyes it would seem a precarious position, but they are sailor's both, and to them it feels only natural.
Jack leans back reluctantly, not wanting to pull away, but instead remain there suspended between sky and sea; remain floating between his lady love and his heart's desire. However, alack and alas, he must go aloft, and so he pulls away. The moonlight washes over James's bare skin, colouring it in the night's subtle hues; his eyes glisten like sea reflected stars. And his slight smile is as glorious as a fresh breeze after too long becalmed.
Jack is hard--very, very, very hard. And, yes he has work to do, as his girl would not forgive him for ignoring her sprung topmast in favor of another kind of, ahem, sprung mast. Especially seeing how that particular piece of timber was already tended to not fifteen minutes past. But, but... James half naked, his hair shifting in the slight air, SMILING THAT SMILE!
This, Jack reminds himself, is the problem with having two loves. Not that James would feel slighted by Jack leaving him for a bit to take care of the lady. He's far too sailor born. In fact any second Jack is certain he will be chided about ignoring his duty. Yet... The man is so new to him, even after all these months.
The Pearl heaves with a particularly large wave, and from aloft comes a creak of discomfort. James looks up, eyes trying to follow ears in the pale moonlight, instinctively tracking, trying to locate the small break. His eyes return to Jack.
"Go on then, up you go. It isn't wise to let a lady suffer."
Jack grins softly. "Come up with me, luv. Go easier with four hands instead of just me lonely two."
"That," James laughs,"is why I will remain with my feet firmly on the deck." Jack cocks his head to the side, his action for all the world like his name sake.
"Eh?"
James laughs some more, and starts to push him up and into the lines.
"I know you Sparrow, and whilst the Pearl's tops are generous, I doubt they can safely hold two men rolling about as you'd have us doing in no time." He reaches out, and runs his hand fondly over her gunnal. "And besides, I think perhaps she would like sometime with you alone."
He might have a point, so Jack listens close, trying to gage if his sweet ship is jealous of the attention paid to her newest crew. All he hears is a sound half way between the susurration of the waves, and the purr of Marty's cat.
Jack smiles. "I doubt that'd be an issue. She likes you, mate. She like you a lot." There is a strange, undefinable flicker in the back of James's eyes, and it causes Jack's grin to falter slightly. He's seen it before, when long night's conversations have turned to the beautiful ship, and he wants no more than to know what it means. But he can be patient when he wants, or when there is something more important to do--like getting James to come up with him so that he can indulge in his new favorite fantasy.
The Pearl whispers a thought to him, and his smile returns full. The odd, ineffable cast to James's eyes turns to a more familiar wariness. The wariness that whilst screaming Don't you dare, Sparrow! breathes please, Jack, please.
Jack leans forward, and brushes his mouth against James's ear and say quietly, "I've plenty of line. And after I'm done binding the lady, I can bind the man." He feels the slide of sun roughened skin against his lips as James's head falls back. Feels the hitch in his breathing. "Oh aye," he continues, "bind you up to her, and let her motion guide mine. Now will you come aloft with me?"
A hand reaches up to rest on the shroud beneath Jack's own, and James handily swings himself up to balance on the gunnal. His full body presses into Jack's.
"Jack... Just shut up and climb."
Title: Balancing
Author: Monkeypuzzle
Fandom: PotC
Pairing: Norrington/Sparrow
Rating: R
Summery: "To any lubber's eyes it would seem a precarious position, but they are sailor's both, and to them it feels only natural."
Warnings: Slight mention of bondage.
A/N: For doolabug, based on the Theban Band picture "Rigging"
The harsh grating of the shrouds in one hand, the soft caress of hair in the other, and on his lips the feel of heaven. The Pearl is shifting beneath them, riding the smooth swell of the sea, and they are balancing perfectly. To any lubber's eyes it would seem a precarious position, but they are sailor's both, and to them it feels only natural.
Jack leans back reluctantly, not wanting to pull away, but instead remain there suspended between sky and sea; remain floating between his lady love and his heart's desire. However, alack and alas, he must go aloft, and so he pulls away. The moonlight washes over James's bare skin, colouring it in the night's subtle hues; his eyes glisten like sea reflected stars. And his slight smile is as glorious as a fresh breeze after too long becalmed.
Jack is hard--very, very, very hard. And, yes he has work to do, as his girl would not forgive him for ignoring her sprung topmast in favor of another kind of, ahem, sprung mast. Especially seeing how that particular piece of timber was already tended to not fifteen minutes past. But, but... James half naked, his hair shifting in the slight air, SMILING THAT SMILE!
This, Jack reminds himself, is the problem with having two loves. Not that James would feel slighted by Jack leaving him for a bit to take care of the lady. He's far too sailor born. In fact any second Jack is certain he will be chided about ignoring his duty. Yet... The man is so new to him, even after all these months.
The Pearl heaves with a particularly large wave, and from aloft comes a creak of discomfort. James looks up, eyes trying to follow ears in the pale moonlight, instinctively tracking, trying to locate the small break. His eyes return to Jack.
"Go on then, up you go. It isn't wise to let a lady suffer."
Jack grins softly. "Come up with me, luv. Go easier with four hands instead of just me lonely two."
"That," James laughs,"is why I will remain with my feet firmly on the deck." Jack cocks his head to the side, his action for all the world like his name sake.
"Eh?"
James laughs some more, and starts to push him up and into the lines.
"I know you Sparrow, and whilst the Pearl's tops are generous, I doubt they can safely hold two men rolling about as you'd have us doing in no time." He reaches out, and runs his hand fondly over her gunnal. "And besides, I think perhaps she would like sometime with you alone."
He might have a point, so Jack listens close, trying to gage if his sweet ship is jealous of the attention paid to her newest crew. All he hears is a sound half way between the susurration of the waves, and the purr of Marty's cat.
Jack smiles. "I doubt that'd be an issue. She likes you, mate. She like you a lot." There is a strange, undefinable flicker in the back of James's eyes, and it causes Jack's grin to falter slightly. He's seen it before, when long night's conversations have turned to the beautiful ship, and he wants no more than to know what it means. But he can be patient when he wants, or when there is something more important to do--like getting James to come up with him so that he can indulge in his new favorite fantasy.
The Pearl whispers a thought to him, and his smile returns full. The odd, ineffable cast to James's eyes turns to a more familiar wariness. The wariness that whilst screaming Don't you dare, Sparrow! breathes please, Jack, please.
Jack leans forward, and brushes his mouth against James's ear and say quietly, "I've plenty of line. And after I'm done binding the lady, I can bind the man." He feels the slide of sun roughened skin against his lips as James's head falls back. Feels the hitch in his breathing. "Oh aye," he continues, "bind you up to her, and let her motion guide mine. Now will you come aloft with me?"
A hand reaches up to rest on the shroud beneath Jack's own, and James handily swings himself up to balance on the gunnal. His full body presses into Jack's.
"Jack... Just shut up and climb."