(fic) Shadowdancers (50 Smutlets, #10 - Woods)
Title: Shadowdancers (50 Smutlets, #10 - Woods)
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: Help! Help! The Smut-Muse has me captive and she won't let me go until I write, write, write more smut! Aaaaaaaaaaaagh! ;-)
More for my 50 smutlets table.
Comments feed my insatiable smut-muse and make me write more!
Shadowdancers
The fire crackled and sent a shower of sparks up into the night air. The shadowy figures of the trees surrounded their little clearing, possessing a certain dark mystery that was not always benign. The rock outcroppings loomed tall and jagged behind them, reflecting the dancing light of the flames. And yet, sitting at this fireside with Jack, Elizabeth felt very safe. Not due to the fact that they were wholly and totally lost.
Elizabeth hugged her knees to her chest as she watched Jack throw another piece of wood onto the fire. "Jack, do you have any clue where we are?"
"Of course I do, sweeting. I know exactly where we are and exactly where we will go in the morning. I just felt like a little bonfire, is all." Jack smiled that sly half-smile at her, and she swatted at him with her hat.
"You horrid pirate. You're making jokes and I'm sitting here, freezing to death."
"Well, you wouldn't be so cold if you'd not insisted on wearing that silly dress. What was wrong with your fetching little breeches, anyway?"
"I told you, they were filthy. This dress was the only thing clean onboard." Elizabeth rubbed her arms briskly, trying to lose the gooseflesh that had come up.
"Never will understand why you insist on everything being so bloody clean all the time. A little dirt never killed a man.. or a woman, for that matter." Jack sat himself down next to his girl, taking out his flask or rum and taking a nice long pull. He passed it to Elizabeth, who took a dainty, and yet just as long, drink.
Elizabeth set the flask on the ground and turned to Jack, huddling herself up against his warm body. She nuzzled his neck, smelling his delicious scent of sweat, old leather and patchouli. He insisted that the fragrant resin he procured in India kept the insects away, but Elizabeth knew he wore it for her, to cover up the odors that came from long days on deck in the sun. Not that she minded overmuch; it took a lot for the smell of Jack's sweat to offend her. And now he smelled warm, smoky, and so wholly Jack. It made her want to wrap herself in him, climb inside. "Well, you'll just have to keep me warm, then."
"And how shall I do that, sweeting? Shall I strip naked and give you my clothes, maybe dance like a pagan savage around the fire?" Jack nippled playfully at her earlobe, his fingers playing in her hair.
"As entertaining as that sounds, Captain Sparrow, " Elizabeth slide her hands under Jack's frock coat and inside his vest, searching for his skin, "I can think of quite another way of sharing your warmth." When her fingers found Jack's lean, muscled chest she splayed her fingers over him, warming her hands on his skin. Jack was always so hot, never cold and goosefleshy, even when the temperature on deck plummeted. It was as if he possessed some sort of internal fire, always banked low to give off a steady, baking heat. She buried her face where his neck met his shoulder, blanketed by the soft scratch of his tangled hair.
Jack pulled Elizabeth into his lap, wrapping the sides of his coat around her like a cocoon. She snuggled into him, seeking his skin and his lips with hers, tasting rum and the delicious saltiness of his mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Jack fumbled under her skirt until he found the junction of her thighs. His fingers slipped over her folds, searching for the place that would make her squirm and whimper deliciously in his lap. When he found his mark, Elizabeth kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth as her hips ground against his hand.
Elizabeth's mewling cries rose out of the smoke of the fire as Jack rubbed her, bringing her to that pleasure-on-the-edge-of-pain that she now knew so well. When her release took her, the warm contractions slicked Jack's hand and made him growl in lust against her mouth. He withdrew his hand and slid out from under her, removing his coat to take his vest off and wadding it up on the ground. He replaced his coat over his shirt and took Elizabeth in his arms again, lowering her to the ground to rest her head on the makeshift pillow.
Fire danced off the rocks, reflecting the boughs of the pine trees in spiny, vaguely monstrous shapes. Elizabeth lifted her skirt and arranged it around her waist so she could wrap her legs around Jack's trim waist. Jack didn't bother to remove his breeches, he simply opened them to allow his firm, hot length to escape. When his mouth found hers once again, he slid himself inside her tight, slick passage. He buried his face in the softness of her breasts, pushed into a cleavage by the bodice of her dress, and she clutched his head to her, moaning wordless endearments into his pierced ear.
The lovers found a slow, easy rhythm, punctuated by the crackle of the fire and the far-off howls of night animals. As Jack moved inside her, suffusing her with his heat, Elizabeth watched the smoke curl up into the black velvet sky flocked with too many stars to count. She let her head fall to the side and saw their forms in dark profile, reflected in shadow by the fire. There was the strong arch of Jack's back, the tuck and curl of his hips, and the dark ropes of hair swaying with each movement. When she raised her legs from his waist she could turn them into a totally different animal, with teeth and arms and long spills of hair on the ground. Despite the rising passion in her body, Elizabeth giggled, remembering the shadow games she'd played as a girl.
When the pace of Jack's strokes increased against that magic spot inside her channel, Jack's teeth found the flesh of her neck, and the shadows surrounding them shifted. He cried out and arched up on strong arms, his pelvis sealed to hers. As Jack's seed flooded her, Elizabeth felt herself snap and burst into a shower of sparks, becoming as hot and transparent as the dancers on the rocks.
The rest of the night they lay entwined, Jack's warm body protecting Elizabeth from the encroaching dark.
She didn't even notice when the fire died.
- For Cat, at her request. Big hugs, darling.
-Laurel
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