Lovers 100 : Spices
Title: Spices
Summery: He always thought the rum smell would be so much stronger…
Prompt: 075. Scent
Pairing: Sparrington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
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I find myself letting out a heavy sigh as I relax against him. It’s only a short way into our little holiday, but already we have burned through the night, slaking what pent up passion and lust we had between us.
I blink slowly, tracing my fingers across his naked chest. My mind fills with memory and tale as I come to the old wounds and scars. The tattoos across his back and arms I still pause at the sight of, I suppose that I always will. But his scars I have never turned away from. They are marks of battle, of bloodshed, and of life. I have my own collection, though much smaller in number and severity than his. Certainly mine do not bear such interesting stories in the workings of how they came to be. What is truth and what is fiction has been so interwoven over the years of telling, I’m not even sure Jack knows the full truth anymore.
It’s a curious thing life, fate, destiny- whatever one chooses to call it. Fortune’s wheel is ever turning, though sometimes through cards and hands never revealed in full, or sometimes even in part, some are able to remain in her favors without fail.
I never thought I would be here, lying in the arms of a pirate. Even as a boy, when I dreamt of adventure on the high seas, I never once believed I would ever come in such close relations with one.
But again I also never saw myself in the arms of another man. Times change, and with the unstoppable winds come many things, for good, and for regretful.
“Ye’re thinkin’ again, James.”
“How could you tell?”
“Ye’re brow furrows when ye think hard. I can feel it against meself.”
I chuckled quietly.
Indeed… so many things uncertain, so many things untamed. If it were not for a pair of sea turtles perhaps none of this would have ever come to be. If it were not my own sense of duty to become the scourge of piracy, then I would never have come to see what was right in front of me.
I inhaled slowly, letting my tired eyes slip closed. I can feel the warmth and pressure of his embrace as he lays an arm across my back, hand resting against my shoulder.
He smells of the sea, and of spices; a strange mix that somehow comes to meld together and work for his being.
I smile. It’s strange, but I always thought the rum smell would be so much stronger…
Summery: He always thought the rum smell would be so much stronger…
Prompt: 075. Scent
Pairing: Sparrington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
I find myself letting out a heavy sigh as I relax against him. It’s only a short way into our little holiday, but already we have burned through the night, slaking what pent up passion and lust we had between us.
I blink slowly, tracing my fingers across his naked chest. My mind fills with memory and tale as I come to the old wounds and scars. The tattoos across his back and arms I still pause at the sight of, I suppose that I always will. But his scars I have never turned away from. They are marks of battle, of bloodshed, and of life. I have my own collection, though much smaller in number and severity than his. Certainly mine do not bear such interesting stories in the workings of how they came to be. What is truth and what is fiction has been so interwoven over the years of telling, I’m not even sure Jack knows the full truth anymore.
It’s a curious thing life, fate, destiny- whatever one chooses to call it. Fortune’s wheel is ever turning, though sometimes through cards and hands never revealed in full, or sometimes even in part, some are able to remain in her favors without fail.
I never thought I would be here, lying in the arms of a pirate. Even as a boy, when I dreamt of adventure on the high seas, I never once believed I would ever come in such close relations with one.
But again I also never saw myself in the arms of another man. Times change, and with the unstoppable winds come many things, for good, and for regretful.
“Ye’re thinkin’ again, James.”
“How could you tell?”
“Ye’re brow furrows when ye think hard. I can feel it against meself.”
I chuckled quietly.
Indeed… so many things uncertain, so many things untamed. If it were not for a pair of sea turtles perhaps none of this would have ever come to be. If it were not my own sense of duty to become the scourge of piracy, then I would never have come to see what was right in front of me.
I inhaled slowly, letting my tired eyes slip closed. I can feel the warmth and pressure of his embrace as he lays an arm across my back, hand resting against my shoulder.
He smells of the sea, and of spices; a strange mix that somehow comes to meld together and work for his being.
I smile. It’s strange, but I always thought the rum smell would be so much stronger…