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I know everyone on LJ has exploded with their thoughts on Dead Man's Chest today, and I find I agree with just about everyone by turns (with the additional comment that I do like brainless action fluff too, so the hurty bits for the nay-sayers didn't really kill anything for me). I will say this, though
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"What're you talking about?"
"The scars. They still hurt when something presses on them." Will looked away with a frown, but didn't step back.
He paused, then reached up into Will's hair, smoothing it down. "Talk to me."
"It's all right. It's just the mark of my time on the Dutchman. Five marks, actually. They haven't yet healed properly. I don't think that whip was made of cowhide." A soft smile and a shrug; he wanted to ease Jack's conscience. "They don't bleed anymore; it's just waiting."
"Let me see."
"Why?"
"Are you sayin' I won't eventually, anyway?"
Will's eyes closed and his fingers reached up to unbutton his shirt. He hesitated, then drew the material off to present his back to the captain. "It's ugly, I know. The salt water hurt it terribly evertime I fell in."
Hands reached up to grip Will's upper arms. The scars were so unexpected, still so raw and pink, that Jack swallowed hard. "I didn' mean for that to happen," he swore. "'Upon me honor, Will ..."
"A final gift from my father, as it were."
He was so distracted, he didn't hear at first. "Bill did this to you?"
"He had to. He could, at least, use less force than the bo'sun." Those large shoulders shifted in a shrug. "He tried to do so much for me, and I was only there a short time."
Leaning forward, Jack pressed against Will's back, perfect except for those few lashes. Rubbing Will's arms, he shook his hair forward and brushed some thick strands across the abraded flesh, going slowly.
He hadn't been prepared for the flash of fire that ran down his spine at that soft, feather touch. The new skin was much more sensitive than the rest, and it gave him the shivers. "That tickles."
"Hmm?" Jack made an indeterminate, soft noise, raising his nose to rub lightly along each mark.
That hurt. "Ow. Your skin... you're salty."
He followed it with the tip of his tongue, well-moistened, lightly dotting the skin.
The shivers returned. "Jaaack..." He drew the pirate's name out on a breathy moan, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Like that, love?" He did it again, savoring the textures of skin.
"I can... I can feel the little bumps on your tongue when you do that," he admitted, squirming where he stood.
"Taste buds," he explained, pulling up and pressing a kiss instead to the crisscrossed flesh, breathing across it at the same time. "Does this hurt you, Will?"
Nut-brown curls brushed across Jack's forehead as Will shook his head. "No. Your mouth isn't salty. It's the salt that hurts, and pressure."
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WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME??
*crumples into boneless heap*
Not to imply that expiration in this manner would be, or is, the least bit unpleasant...
Gahhh the H/C self-conscious pretties T____T
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*scribbling* M'working on it, I mean ^_^;; Also, friending you!
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