Pirates of the Caribbean drabble// honey.
Title: Honey
Author: torilane
Rating: PG13
Character/Pairing: Jack/OC (really, it could be any female character you wish)
Summary: Jack caught the jar with strong, stained fingers just a moment before it shattered. She exhaled in annoyance as he stood straight up, setting the jar back on the table. He pulled his jeweled hand away, revealing honey, shiny and sweet in the gold luminance, left on his fingertips.
Word Count: 370
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing but this drabble.
For the prompt honey at potc_drabbles
Honey
Jack was easily distracted, unless he knew exactly what it was that he wanted. Then again, Jack was easily distracted because he knew exactly what it was he wanted. She wasn’t speaking to him, for he was at times infuriating, disrespectful, and downright wretched (her words, not his).
He waltzed down to the galley when he saw the light of her lantern and her small hands push the doors open, with means to apologize, or something of the sort. He saw her at the table, her knees pressed to her chest, stirring her cup of tea thoughtfully. She heard footsteps and as she turned to curse at the pirate behind her, her elbow connected with the jar of honey sitting on that cracked wooden table, sending it towards the floor boards. With reflexes similar to a cat, Jack caught the jar with strong, stained fingers just a moment before it shattered. She exhaled in annoyance as he stood straight up, setting the jar back on the table. He pulled his jeweled hand away, revealing honey, shiny and sweet in the gold luminance, left on his fingertips. Catching her stare with his own, Jack lifted his index finger to his lips, tasting the sweet substance with intense, engrossing eyes.
She stood, preparing herself as she turned away from him, only to be grabbed by the arm and swung back around, his mouth covering hers in a fervent, overzealous kiss. She knew she should deny him, to smack him across that dirtied cheek for taking advantage of her, but she also knew a part of her wanted him to take advantage of her.
Breathless and tense, she pulled away from him, only to be caught up once again in those eyes of his, so dark and empowering. With a wicked grin on his face, he lifted his other finger to taste the last bit of the honey, but she leaned forward and tasted it herself, causing a sound similar to a growl to emerge from his chest as her lips enclosed around his fingertip. She pushed him back against the table, lifting one leg up on its edge to rest her knee against the outside of his thigh.
He guessed she wasn’t that angry with him anymore.