Potc | Anamaria/James, Ching/James
Title: Pirate, indeed
Characters/Pairings: Anamaria/James, Mistress Ching/James
Rating: PG
Word Count: 414
Note: ritten in the cutler_beckett Sunday Chat 29th of August.
originally posted here
Pirate, indeed
The stone-hard shock over the sudden cool wetness on her cheeks made Anamaria smash the bottle of rum against the opposite wall with such force that it shattered into a million little pieces, spilling the fiery liquid all over the bed, coating the pillows in the scent of sin - his scent, lately. She should have known this would happen, Ana growled silently at the thought, pacing up and down the small room like a caged tigress, she should never have brought James here. This wasn’t his world and it was swallowing him up, tearing him from her side. It had all been written on his pained face lost in awe as Mistress Ching had placed gentle kisses around his neck, the collar he would never be able to put down again.
Ana kicked the now empty chest that once hid Davey Jones’ heart so hard it made her see stars but the pain at least helped her ignore the bitter tears running down her face. She should have brought the heart alone, or better still, should have let James take it to Beckett in exchange for his precious title. Maybe then she could have gone back to who she had been before his sad green eyes and gentle ways reminded her of what was truly hidden under her men’s clothes. He taught her how to be a woman despite the rough crust, she taught him how to be a pirate, and he’s been a good pupil indeed.
Ana whirled around with accusing anger in her burning eyes as the door opened silently and James seemed like he’d just turn and run if he was more of a coward but he wasn’t that much of a pirate yet. He opened his mouth to say something - what, he didn’t know - but before he could speak a calloused palm connected hard with his cheek. He rubbed the sore place, his fingers still confused by the gentle roughness of his beard, and didn’t meet her lightning-sharp look.
“Mistress Ching gratefully accepted the heart,” he said, almost too silent against Ana’s loud, ragged breathing. He was unprepared for the violent power with which she pulled him flush against her body, crashing her lips against his in feral anger, her fingers tangled in his long hair, pulling so hard he had to wince into the kiss. But the soft brush of her trembling hand against his wildly beating heart is not lost on him.
“This heart is not part of the bargain, James.”
Characters/Pairings: Anamaria/James, Mistress Ching/James
Rating: PG
Word Count: 414
Note: ritten in the cutler_beckett Sunday Chat 29th of August.
originally posted here
Pirate, indeed
The stone-hard shock over the sudden cool wetness on her cheeks made Anamaria smash the bottle of rum against the opposite wall with such force that it shattered into a million little pieces, spilling the fiery liquid all over the bed, coating the pillows in the scent of sin - his scent, lately. She should have known this would happen, Ana growled silently at the thought, pacing up and down the small room like a caged tigress, she should never have brought James here. This wasn’t his world and it was swallowing him up, tearing him from her side. It had all been written on his pained face lost in awe as Mistress Ching had placed gentle kisses around his neck, the collar he would never be able to put down again.
Ana kicked the now empty chest that once hid Davey Jones’ heart so hard it made her see stars but the pain at least helped her ignore the bitter tears running down her face. She should have brought the heart alone, or better still, should have let James take it to Beckett in exchange for his precious title. Maybe then she could have gone back to who she had been before his sad green eyes and gentle ways reminded her of what was truly hidden under her men’s clothes. He taught her how to be a woman despite the rough crust, she taught him how to be a pirate, and he’s been a good pupil indeed.
Ana whirled around with accusing anger in her burning eyes as the door opened silently and James seemed like he’d just turn and run if he was more of a coward but he wasn’t that much of a pirate yet. He opened his mouth to say something - what, he didn’t know - but before he could speak a calloused palm connected hard with his cheek. He rubbed the sore place, his fingers still confused by the gentle roughness of his beard, and didn’t meet her lightning-sharp look.
“Mistress Ching gratefully accepted the heart,” he said, almost too silent against Ana’s loud, ragged breathing. He was unprepared for the violent power with which she pulled him flush against her body, crashing her lips against his in feral anger, her fingers tangled in his long hair, pulling so hard he had to wince into the kiss. But the soft brush of her trembling hand against his wildly beating heart is not lost on him.
“This heart is not part of the bargain, James.”