POTC drabble: "Heroes Among Us"
Title: "Heroes Among Us"
Rating: PG for slashy thoughts
Characters: J and E, with some imagined J/W
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I profit from their portrayal. I do not own this situation/idea, as I was inspired by another writer (see note below).
Summary: CotBP-era, Jack and Elizabeth on the island after Jack passes out.
A/N: Written for the potc100 prompt "Heroism." Inspired by florencia7's "Why the Rum Was Gone" that you can find at blackpearlsails here. Hopefully reading both will tickle people of all persuasions (and if you read the other drabble, please leave the writer positive FB).
Dark hair with threads of gold … melting brown eyes … youthful, determined, spirited.
Kissing him.
Jack welcomed it. Plenty of dreams about sea beasties come to eat him, not enough about young beauties having a taste of the legend. His dream-fingers itched to reach up and grab, but even asleep, he heroically restrained himself.
His tongue was not so restrained. “Mmmm,” he managed around those lips. “Hrrmmm … William …”
The kissing stopped. Jack chewed at empty air, licked his lips, then rolled over with a snort.
He wondered why he awoke to burning rum and a testy strumpet.
Rating: PG for slashy thoughts
Characters: J and E, with some imagined J/W
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, nor do I profit from their portrayal. I do not own this situation/idea, as I was inspired by another writer (see note below).
Summary: CotBP-era, Jack and Elizabeth on the island after Jack passes out.
A/N: Written for the potc100 prompt "Heroism." Inspired by florencia7's "Why the Rum Was Gone" that you can find at blackpearlsails here. Hopefully reading both will tickle people of all persuasions (and if you read the other drabble, please leave the writer positive FB).
Dark hair with threads of gold … melting brown eyes … youthful, determined, spirited.
Kissing him.
Jack welcomed it. Plenty of dreams about sea beasties come to eat him, not enough about young beauties having a taste of the legend. His dream-fingers itched to reach up and grab, but even asleep, he heroically restrained himself.
His tongue was not so restrained. “Mmmm,” he managed around those lips. “Hrrmmm … William …”
The kissing stopped. Jack chewed at empty air, licked his lips, then rolled over with a snort.
He wondered why he awoke to burning rum and a testy strumpet.