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The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

At his wife's urging, John devoted more of his attention to her breast. His lips closed on the hardened, tender flesh, squeezing and tugging as his tongue caressed her. He lifted her breast with his hand, enjoying the heavy softness in his palm. A moan of delight escaped him, hot breath playing over damp flesh before his mouth returned to her once more.

As he lapped at her, his free hand released her other breast to stroke her ribs and explore her belly. Fingers traced her skin in a slow-slow-quick rhythm, nails occasionally scraping ticklishly as he worked lower. He sighed as he felt the curve of ber thigh, and he let the thumb stroke the damp curls over her pussy without letting bimself touch skin.

Glancing up at Jenny, his dark eyes glittered with a saucy, devilish glee. He rose then, the hand on her thigh sliding around and behind as he did, lifting her off his feet. "Come home?" he grinned, layig her back on the bed. "Oh, I plan to." With that he straddled her, gripping her legs with his thighs as he held her arms above her head by her wrists. He leaned close, letting her feel the fabric of his shirt against her body and the hardness trapped within his breeches.

"I plan to," he repeated, devouring her lips. "Over and over again."
 
"Mmm John..."

Her breath caught as he caught up her lips in his. Jenny put up a token struggle against his grip if nothing but for the fun of it. Her hips undulated against him, trapped as she was between his body and the mattress, and she struggled to free herself, to open her thighs to him. It wouldn't be so easy as that, of course, but still she could try. Leaning up she captured his lip gently between her teeth, nipping playfully before licking that spot.

"Please John," she groaned. "I've waited so long. Fuck me...oh God please just fuck me!" She still struggled against her husband's body, eager to feel him filling her, completing her in that perfect way.
 
Even with his clothes on, the feel of Jenny moving against him as she begged to be fucked nearly finished him there and then. "Oh, I will," he growled, pressing her back into the mattress as he kissed her ferociously. He pushed backwatds, teeth and lips trailing down her throat and over her breast. "Over and over," he promised, capturing the taught bud of a nippke in his teeth. "All night long."

He suckled for a minute, hips moving as he did, grinding his length against her soaking wet slit. Then he abandoned her breast and worked down her stomach, slipping to the floir as he did. "Ask me again," he breathed, tongue circling her navel. "Beg me, Jenny. Beg me to fuck you."

As he spoke he spread her legs, tracing the lines if her nether lips with his long, callused fingers. "Here?" he asked, breath hot on her wet folds as a single finger parted them. "Is this what you want?" The finger slid deep inside her, and he groaned as he felt her slick walls tighten around the digit. "For me to fuck you like this." He leaned forward, tongue sliding over her clit as his finger worked in and out, filling tbe air with wet sounds. "Is this how you want your husband to fuck you?"


"Please, John..."

The voice was slightly muffled by the wall, but it still made Will groan in irritation. "God," he started to complain. "Are they at it..."

"I've waited so long... fuck me..."

"...again.?" His voice trailed away as he realized what he was hearing. "Oh... oh no."

"Oh God please just fuck me!"

That had been perfectly clear and unambiguous. Shifting awkwardly, he managed to look at Elizabeth. "Pkease tell me I was imagining that."
 
John pulled little mewls from her as he promised to fuck her through the night. Jenny squirmed as he suckled at her nipple, grinding against her, before moving downward. God she just wanted to rip off his clothes and ride him! When he slipped to the floor he was forced to release her wrists, but she found herself clutching the far edge of the bed as he slid further and further. His tongue warmed her skin as he circled her navel, his breath cooling it and leaving her with goosebumps all over. She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut as his lips moved against her stomach, trying not to come too close too early. While she could go all night she would need recovery time if she came now before he'd even touched her; she wasn't seventeen anymore, after all.

"Fuck me John," she groaned, obeying as he spread her legs and knelt between her knees. "Please...oh please fuck me hard..."

"Here?" He ran a single finger up her soaked slit, teasing her. "Is this what you want? For me to fuck you like this?" Jenny moaned when he slipped a single long finger inside her.

"Just like that," she moaned.

"Is this how you want your husband to fuck you?"

Jenny whimpered and nodded fervently. "Please...oh God please John take me! Fuck me hard my love!"

~*~

Elizabeth was grateful for the darkness, though she wished she could free herself so she could bang on the wall to remind their hosts that they were there. In the dark the crimson hue of her embarrassment was hidden from Will as he complained about their arguing.

"Over and over, all night long."

"Well, it would certainly seem they're going at it." The darkness could hide Elizabeth's flush but not the mortification in her voice. "I don't think I've ever heard such language from a Catholic." Perhaps if she pretended hard enough that this was normal and not at all horrifying it would be so.

"Is this how you want your husband to fuck you?"

"...Please John take me! Fuck me hard my love!"

God she just wanted to melt into the floor and disappear! "Funny, you never think about it but I suppose Jack's name must be Jonathan, mustn't it? It's just so queer to think of anyone calling him anything but Jack." Please just let the small talks cover...no, no they did not cover the moans coming from the next room. Surely this must count as some form of torture.
 
John shivered as Jenny's pleading demand sent a thrill of lust through him, and he moaned against her. "Fuck you?" he whispered back, voice low and husky. "I'm not sure that you're ready. Let me check..." With that be worked a second finger into her slick channel, stretching her more as his hand moved within her. His fingertips stroked and caressed as they slid in and out, seeking the soft inner flesh that always seemed to drive her wild.

"God," he moaned against her, "you smell so fucking good, Jenny." His tongue ran the length of her lips, caressing a path from where his fingers filled her to her swollen clit. "And you taste better." Parting his lips, he sucked the bud gently into his mouth, the motion of his fingers a counterpoint to lips and tongue.

"Come away, Jenny," he groaned, his voice both a demand and a plea. "Let me see you come for me." His tongue caressed her lips again. "Show me how much you need me..."



"I... I suppose you're right..." Will agreed, trying hard not to listen to the sounds through the wall. "Captain Johnathan Sparrow just doesn't have the same ring, does it?"

The voices softened, Jack's voice becoming an indistinct whisper that didn't make matters any easier or less awkward. Not with the audible gasping and groaning that left him disturbingly aroused as he tried nit to imagine what the (surprisingly) married couple were doing.

"And kids," he added in an effort to distract himself. "You just never imagine Captain Jack as a father, do you?"
 
"I'm ready," Jenny promised in a choked whisper, her voice squeaking as she squirmed and writhed. John slipped another finger inside her and took her breath away, slowly fucking her with his fingers. He ran his tongue the length of her slit and her grip on the far edge of the mattress tightened.

"Jooooohhhnnn..." She sobbed for breath as his tongue found that sensitive bud and she climbed to that peak. "Oh...oh Gooooood! Ah!" He'd found it, that certain spot, and her lower back arched slightly off of the bed.

"Come away, Jenny. Let me see you come for me." His tongue caressed her lips again. "Show me how much you need me..."

She didn't need telling twice. With a cry Jenny allowed herself to fall over that precipice, crying out as everything tightened deliciously and leaving her struggling more for her breath. Her scalp, palms, and the bottoms of her feet tingled pleasantly and she half-laughed as she looked down, able to see only the top of her husband's head.

"But you didn't even get to..." she protested. "Gimme a mo' and I'll be ready to go again. I'm thirty-three, not a teenager anymore." She chuckled weakly and finally caught her breath. "Dear God John I've missed you!"

~*~

The voices had lowered, thank God, but the moans and gasps of lovemaking were still audible through the wall. Elizabeth would never have admitted that it was arousing, especially not to Will, and she shifted uncomfortably. Then she tried very hard not to remember that she was in Mrs. Sparrow's spare nightshift.

"No," she agreed. "No you never do." Though she could only imagine now how he'd become so. "And five! Well, I mean they're Catholic so I suppose that likely has something to do with it. Wait..." She scowled at the ceiling as a revelation came to her. "Captain Jack Sparrow is Catholic. Not a very good one, obviously, but can you just imagine him in mass or something?" A hint of amusement crept into Elizabeth's voice. "Sitting in a confessional in all seriousness and earnestness telling their priest about everything he's done while he's been with us? Saying a rosary and singing those dull hymns and shouting 'God bless the Pope' like they do? Well I mean the Irish say that, anyway."

Mrs. Sparrow's orgasmic cry interrupted their conversation and Elizabeth wanted to hide her face in her mortification. The voices on the other side of the wall were still low and indistinguishable. "Maybe they're done. Maybe it's over..." she suggested to the dark, more a plea than a suggestion.
 
John grinned, lost in pleasure of his own as Jenny came beneath his lips and around his fingers. "I've missed you too," he answered, stripping off his shirt as he rose. Pants and boots followed, and for a moment he stood naked before her. He was lean and muscled, and new scars cut white lines across chest and arms, and his cock stood out like an iron rod. Then he was crouching over her, tongue playing over her sex one last time before he slowly kissed his way back up her body.

"And I know you're not a teenager anymore, Missus Jennifer Sparrow," he purred, one hand caressing her breast as he kissed her. "I've no interest in girls, after all." Hands slid beneath her head, pulling her face to him as he kissed her again. "I like women. Full bodied women with ripe breasts and firm thighs..." Another kiss, one hand exploring the length of her as he gripped her rear and pulled her body against his. "Women that know how to please a man, and take their pleasure in turn."

His hand squeezed her rear, fingers brushing against the damp cleft between her legs as he did, and his cock pulsed against her leg. "And there's only one woman that meets all of those requirements, Missus Jennifer Sparrow," he breathed, nipping at her neck. "And she's catching her breath, before she shows me what a real woman can do for her man..."


It was embarrassing to admit, but Will was hard as a rock. Beet red, he had no doubt, because there was something unsettling about listening in to Captain Jack and his wife as they made love. But clearly, from the way she'd sounded, they knew their business. And it made him wish he wasn't sewn in to this damnable sailcloth, so he could see if he could wring the same sort of sounds from Elizabeth's throat.

"Maybe..." he echoed, trying to shift himself a little to keep his erection from being quite so obvious beneath the blankets and the sailcloth. Find something else to focus on. "I can't imagine what he'd sound like. In a confessional, I mean. Probably... probably be waving a beaker of rum around." He chuckled. "Probably plans to tell the devil to remember the day he almost caught him."

No more sounds. God. Maybe they were done?
 
Over the years her husband had progressively collected more and more scars, the most recent livid white and ropy across his chest and arms. Because she knew of course that they came almost without exception from risking his life away from home Jenny had never told him how sexy they were. When he stood in front of her, naked, muscled, and hard like some Pagan god, her brain seemed to stop working for a moment and her mouth dropped open slightly. It had been so long that she'd nearly forgotten exactly why they had five children to begin with. As John knelt over her Jenny's brain seemed to switch on again and she leaned up to meet his lips. Their hands explored one another as he kissed her and praised her body in a low, sultry voice.

"You like women who know how to please a man, do you Mister Jonathan Sparrow?" Jenny purred, trailing kisses across his neck and shoulders and pressing her body against his. "Want me to show you what a real woman can do for her man?" Her smile took a somewhat predatory turn as she ran her hands up and down his strong arms. She squeezed her thighs against John's sides before flipping them, straddling him and pinning his wrists to the bed. Her voice was low, her tone somewhere between serious and playful as she rubbed her clit against his stiff shaft. "A real woman can raise her man's children on her own." With a wicked grin she leaned her forehead against his. "It's a good thing you like women who take their own pleasure in turn, Mister Sparrow," she murmured hoarsely, "because you've got a lot of atoning before you find a woman who'll show you what a real woman can do for her man."

Jenny bit her lip as she slid slowly onto her husband's cock, moaning at the feeling of finally being one with the husband she'd so loved and missed. Of course she knew he could overpower her at any moment but that was part of the fun; seeing just how far she could push him, or if he would let her have her own way with him. Years of carrying children and breaking up bar fights had left her a little stronger than the average woman, but not so strong she would be able to keep him pinned if he chose to take control. Her breasts heaved as she moved up and down his thick shaft, moaning and letting her head loll back.

~*~

The dark hid their nervous, flushed complexions but with their eyes used to the lightlessness Elizabeth was able to see the silhouette of Will's erection rather clearly in the bed next to her. On the one hand she was glad she wasn't the only one, but on the other it was still a bit mortifying. At least she knew now why Mrs. Sparrow had insisted on sewing them into the damned sack in the first place; were they not restrained the temptation would have proven too much. Will shifted and made a valiant effort at keeping the conversation going.

"I can imagine it now," Elizabeth replied with a smile before doing her best Captain Jack impression. "'An' you tell ol' Old Scratch that he'll never forget the day he almos' caught the soul of Captain Jack Sparrow.' You know he'd say something like that, you just know it." She giggled. "I wonder if she knows though. Y'know, about Giselle and Scarlet and Ana Maria and God knows how many others. I mean she'd almost have to know, wouldn't she?"

There was a pause in their conversation, and at the same time there was no noise from next door. Thank God! One and done!

A rhythmic thumping began as the Sparrows' headboard banged against the wall.

"Oh for fuck's sake, really?"
 
John moaned aloud as Jenny straddled him, pinning his wrists to the bed and grinding herself against his aching shaft. "Oh, and what sort of atonement did you have in mind, Missus Sparrow?" he managed, responding to the wanton words. He craned his head, trying to kiss her and missing, then caught a nipple in his mouth as she hovered above him. She slid over him once more, her slick thighs and slit wet against his shaft, and then he caught his breath and arched his back as she slid her self down over him.

God how he'd missed her. Not just because of this, mind - she was his lover and his best friend, after all. But... God! The feel of her, gripping and caressing him after nearly a year of imagination and his own fist. "Fuck," he moaned, watching her gnaw her own lip as she arched her back and pleasured herself on him. "Is... this my penance, Missus Sparrow?" He tried to sit up, only to let himself be pushed back down as she leaned forward into his wrists - taking him deeper as she did. "To be used by my sexy, hot wife until she gives me permission to come?"

His voice shattered into a nearly painful cry of pleasure as she responded by rolling her hips, rising up on him and slamming herself down around him, the force driving the headboard into the wall with a violent crash. "God, fuck me Jenny! Show me how a real woman takes her man!"


Will shook his head, mortified and amazed at the same time. "He's... what? Twice my age?" The slamming continued, headboard thumping into the wall, and Will shook h is head as he heard Jack beg his wife to fuck him. "Where does he get the energy? Rum isn't that healthy."

More pounding. More thumping.

"And... she struck me as being a good Catholic. Are... are they evel allowed to do... that?"
 
John tried to sit up and she absolutely forbade it, leaning over him and pushing him down with her body. Jenny grinned wickedly when he asked about his penance. She had missed their games nearly as much as she had missed her husband himself and she intended to make up for lost time. It wasn't often she took the role of disciplinarian mistress but when she did she was strict and ruthless.

"You best believe it," she answered in a low tone, moaning as he slid deeper inside of her. "And of course you know the penalty for coming without permission." Jenny nipped at his collarbone, leaving a line of little purple bruises across his skin as she shifted her hips forward before slamming herself down. Each time she slid up she shifted her hips forward before driving his cock deep inside of her, rolling her hips back again. The headboard rocked against the wall violently and Jenny moaned as John begged her to fuck him, to take him; the begging almost undid her.

But instead of coming undone she instead relinquished one wrist and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging near the scalp to make him look up at her. "Was that you telling me what to do?" Jenny demanded. "Try it again and see how much longer you get to wait. Oh God John...tell me how much you missed me...how glad you are to be home." Before he could get a chance to answer she leaned down and kissed him hard, shifting her hips forward again as she rode him to slide her clit along his shaft. "God I've missed you...missed your cock inside me..." At this new angle Jenny was fast approaching her second climax, her voice rising as the headboard banged more frantically against the wall.

~*~

"Oh I wouldn't say twice your age," Elizabeth said as casually as she could. "Maybe half over. He's not yet forty, surely."

"God, fuck me Jenny! Show me how a real woman takes her man!"

"Oh...oh my..." Elizabeth tilted her head to look at the wall behind them as Will considered the health benefits of rum. "Well I imagine being dead for a year would fortify stamina. And she's his wife, I'm sure that counts for something."

"God I've missed you...Missed your cock inside me...

"Now that's just vulgar." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in surprise. More thumping against the wall as will questioned whether they were even allowed by their religion to have this sort of sex. She shrugged and looked over at him. "'Sexual immorality' is a vague sort of term isn't it? And I mean, they are married. I'm sure God will let them do whatever they want. Even if He didn't, what sort of a woman do you imagine would marry Captain Jack Sparrow?" She thought on her own question for a moment. "Well surely not a Catholic, I suppose..."
 
"God how I've missed you, Jenny!" John moaned, lost in the game and the pleasure it was bringing them both. He kissed her back, lips dragging over hers and down her throat as she threw her head back. "Missed... missed you... fucking me... with your hot... cunt..." He made a show of trying to twist his arm free and failing, and scraped the nails of his free hand lightly along her spine and over her ass. "Please," he moaned, meeting her eyes, "please... fuck me, pleade."

He closed his eyes, concentrating on holding off his climax as he felt her walls flutter around him. "God, Jenny," he gasped, "fuck... yourself... on me!" His hips arched, thrusting up and deeper into her body as his fingers dug into her hip. "Use... use my... my thick cock... to.. to fuck... yourself!" A little keening sound escaped him as he felt her clench around his shaft, and he had to bite his lip to keep from cumming.

"Please," he begged, body arched and taught beneath her, "please... please fuck... fuck my... my cum... out of me." They were nearly nonsense words, driven only by his desperate need for release and his desire to hold that release off as long as possibke. "Let... let me... fill... fill your... your cunt with... my... cum!"


After a year sailing with pirates, Will thought he was immune to shock. But hearing the Sparrows increasingly vulgar cries mingled with the rhymith pounding against the wall, he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Well, to his cheeks and his cock - which was painfully erect. "I... can't imagine," he managed.

"What?" Elizabeth answered, sounding distracted.

"What kind of woman would marry Captain Jack." The headboard hit the wall again, now with enough force to rattle the picture frame next to the bed. "I mean, she seemed a goid, God-fearing woman. But..."

"Let... let me...fill... fill your... your cunt with... my... cum!"

Blushing harder and trying to ignore the aching hardness between his legs, he didn't finish the thought.
 
"Aaaahhh Joohhhn!" Jenny shivered as his nails scraped down her spine and across her ass. As her husband submitted, immediately and completely to her, only brought her closer. Faster and harder she slammed herself down onto him, rolling her hips as she moved and angling them for her own pleasure. Oh God she was so close.

"Fuck...yourself...on me!" So close... "Use...use my...my thick cock...to...to fuck...yourself!"

She couldn't help it. Jenny had meant to last longer but her husband arching his hips up into her, begging to be used after all this time apart, was too much. With a wordless wail Jenny arched her back as her walls closed around his shaft, pulsing as she rode him through her orgasm. She slowed a little but didn't stop thrusting him deep inside of her as he pleaded with her, arching his body.

"God I love it when you beg," she breathed, slowly riding John's cock as he writhed beneath her. "Beg me again, tell me how much you love being my little fuck toy and maybe I'll let you cum."

~*~

The picture frame rattled against the wall in time with the headboard. Elizabeth turned her head from Will though she knew the dark would hide her deep flush and she shifted uncomfortably. Captain Jack's begging had left her soaking wet and needy, though obviously there was nothing they could do about it in this damned sailcloth.

"What?" She hadn't registered whatever it was Will had said. The hand farthest from Will was creeping slowly over her own thigh, bunching up the nightdress where she could.

Will explained, but was interrupted by Captain Jack on the other side of the wall, begging to be allowed to cum. Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. She could imagine Will saying those things...or making her say those things. She could imagine writhing and moaning beneath her fiance, desperate to cum but only allowed to when he said. One side of the shift was bunched at her hip and Elizabeth's hand slowly crept toward her slick inner thighs.
 
When Jenny came, John slammed his head into the headboard. Hard. It hurt, but the pain was the only reason her orgasm didn't send him screaming into his own release. But even that was barely enough, as her walks clenched and milked at his iron-hard dick and she writhed and wailed and rode him hard. Her eyes were wild and lust-glazed as she stared down at him, dripping with sweat and scented with musk. "Gid I love it when you beg," she purred, vouce husky. "Beg me again, tell me how much you love being my little fuck toy and maybe ai'll let you cum."

John's hands caressed her sweat-slick skin, brushing over her ribs and lifting breasts that heaved with every breath. "I love you fucking me," he said, voice thick with lust. "God, I love how you get off on my dick." He pushed himself up to a sitting position, burying himself deeper in her. "I love how your cunt drips down my balls when you use my cock as your fucktoy."

One hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. "You are so fucking hot, using my cock like that," he growled, biting at her throat as he rolled his hips, impaling her in his length. "God, Jenny, let me cum. Let me fill your cunt with my cum." He tugged harder, arching her back. "Let me fuck my cum deep into you, Jenny."

His tongue traced her breat, the damp muscle cool against the red-flushed skin. "Fuck!" he swore, nearly losing cintrol as his cock pulsed within her. "Please." He dragged the word out, biting her nipple as punctuation. "God, Jenny, I want you to feel how much I missed you as I fill you with my cum..."



"Huh?" Will had his hand around his cock now, hesitantly stroking it. He knew it was a bad idea. Knew that jerking off would just make a mess. But he coyldn't help it. The gutteral moans and screams of pleasure, left him aching. And the thought of Eluzabeth next to him, so close and so unreachable, was unbearable.

Slowly, but slowly picking up speed, he squeezed and stroked.
 
Jenny left kisses and love bites across his throat, shoulders, and chest as her husband did as instructed, telling her how much he loved it when she fucked him. She made a noise of surprise as he pushed himself into a sitting position and she braced herself on the headboard to keep her balance. Then, she knew, she was beginning to lose her power over him as he grabbed her hair and pulled.

"John!" she cried out, hands flying to his shoulders, holding his body against hers as he bit her and tugged her hair harder. John's tongue dragged along her breasts and she pressed his face to them as he swore. "Cum for me John," Jenny moaned, leaving her throat exposed and slowly lowering herself onto his thick cock. "Fuck me as hard as you want my love, fuck me hard til you fill me with your cum. Oh God John I want to feel you fill me up again and again John please cum..." She was losing control of her words, sentences running together as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

~*~

Elizabeth noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and turned her head slightly. She could plainly see the slow but quickening motion as Will stroked himself. A throb of need made her shiver and she bit her lip, spreading her legs a little wider and sliding her fingers across her soaking wet slit.

"I can't imagine how much discipline that takes," she murmured, "keeping yourself from cumming until you're told. Must be difficult...worth it though..." In the dark she watched the motion of Will's hand beneath the sheets and the sailcloth. Slowly she slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out in time with Will stroking his shaft. With her other hand she slowly stroked her clit.
 
Her words - her words and the feel of her body and the sting if her nails - shattered his control. With a posessive sound that was nearly a roar he leaned forward, driving her hard into the headboard as he pounded his cick into her without mercy. She was begging him now, begging him for his cock and his cum, her words exploding from her in time with the savage, brutal pistoning of his hips.

"Fuck!" he grunted, voice raised to be heard over the hammering of the headboard against the wall. "You... you... FUCK!" Hands shifted, fingers digging into the soft globes of her rear with bruising force, jerking her around his cock as he pounded into her yielding, greedy depths. "Fuck.... fuck... oh, fuck!"

There was no sense to his cries, no meaning. They ere just animal noises, the cries of a man claiming a woman in a frenzy. He held on, just barely, still fighting his own release even as he drove himself towards it. "Fuck! Jenny! Fu...fu..."

It was too much. "JENNY!" he roared, arching his back into a final thrust as his cock throbbed and hot streams of semen pulsed deep into his wife's channel. He made strangled, agonized sounds as he moved within her, the sounds growing sharper with each new wave of pleasure. Finally, shaking and spent, he sagged into the embrace of his lover and best friend.

"Haaa," he gasped, grinning weakly as he brushed a sweat-damp lock of hair from her face. "God I love you," he whispered, kissing her gently.


He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But he could feel his own aching arousal, and the subtle movements of Elizabeth next to him. It had taken a moment ir two, but he'd realized what they were. She was pleaduring herself as well. Pleasuring herself to the orgiastic cries of the Sparrow's wild rutting.

"Elizabeth," he whispered, hand working faster as he imagined her astride him instesd. "God... Elizabeth..." In his mind she was the one uttering those wild cries. Those obscene, erotic demands. His hips arched, fucking his cock into his hand as he imagined her nude form...

"Elizabeth!" he gasped in shock, as his cock pulsed in his hand and his seed spurted onto his stomach.
 
He had lost any sense to his words and Jenny winced a little as his fingers pressed into her flesh, jerking her to him as he pounded her against the headboard. She clung to her husband tightly, leaning her forehead against his shoulder so she wouldn't hit her head. John was still fighting it and she didn't know why, but now all Jenny wanted more than anything was to feel him cum inside her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and trailed her tongue along the ridge of his ear.

"Cum for me John," she begged in a sweet whisper. "I need your seed inside me oh please my love please please cum inside me oh God fuck me Jo--AH!" Jenny's cry was drowned out by her name as finally John reached that release and gave her what she had begged him for. She tightened her thighs against his sides as he moved inside her, his seed pulsing into her, and a single tear escaped.

"I love you too," Jenny whispered back, kissing her husband, shaking, unable to move. "And I've missed you so much." Her chest heaved as she worked to catch her breath, breasts pressing against his chest, milk dribbling over her breasts. "We should find time to get away from the children tomorrow," she suggested. "I want you to take me out in the garden, John...up against the tree out front...right there on the sitting room floor...God John I want you so bad." But this was where a yawn forced it's way out and she chuckled. "Though maybe a little rest is in order first."

~*~

"Will..." Elizabeth's voice was a soft moan.

Biting her lip she watched the silhouette of his hand in the dark. Her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy as Will's hand worked up and down that cock she'd only dreamed about but never had the privilege of seeing or feeling inside her. Her inner walls clenched as he gasped her name, cumming into his hand, across his stomach, and she leaned over to kiss him hard. Her other fingers worked more frantically over her clit as her kisses traced across his jaw and down his neck.

"God Will...I want you soooo badly..." She bent her knees and arched her back. "Want you inside me...ooooohhh Will...Ah!" Elizabeth hadn't meant to cum so suddenly, but she had with her head resting on Will's shoulder, lips leaving ghosts of kisses on his skin as best as she could move within the sailcloth. Her breasts heaved as her heart rate slowly came down. "I love you, Will Turner," she murmured to him in the dark. "And our wedding night will be even better than them."
 
"Maybe... maybe a little rest is in order," John agreed, pulling Jenny back with him as he sagged backwards into their bed. "Like you said, we're not teenagers anymore." Keeping one arm around her shoulders to hold her against his chest, he groped around and tugged until their comforter covered them both. Then, stroking her back, he gently kissed her. "But I think I'll keep you anyway," he announced with a cheeky grin before kissing her once more. "Because you made me the happiest man on earth."

He shifted a little, holding her close as he burrowed beneath the covers. God, he'd missed this. Not just the sex - although he'd missed that as well - but the closeness. The smell of her hair and skin, and the feel of her heartbeat. Her warm smile and gentle laughter. All of the little things that enriched his life so much more than money evercould.

John tightened his arms, just a little. "My God, I love you Jenny." He kissed her again, sweetly at first but deepening it by stages, then rubbed his nose against hers with a little smile. "But tell me about your tree plan, love. It sounds intriguing..."


Will's cheeks burned as he heard Elizabeth reach her own pleasure. But as she spoke, as she snuggled against him as well as she could, he felt his embarrasment fade away. "You're right," he murmured, twisting and managing to kiss her back. Then he laughed. "But, on the whole, I think it will also be private."
 
Through the night Jenny elaborated on her plans for the tree out front and Elizabeth elaborated on their wedding night. The younger couple were mortified when once again there was a rhythmic thumping against the wall, though this was a few feet to the left of the Sparrows' headboard and they eventually figured out it was Mrs. Sparrow being pounded against the wall though they didn't realize the married couple were directly opposite a mirror in their room. It was well past midnight before the Sparrows seemed to finally settle down and go to sleep for the night. Some time around two in the morning there was a thud the sleeping Sparrows were too exhausted to hear and Laoch grumbled but didn't bark at young Jack coming back home for the night through a window.

It had been morning for several hours by the time Jack awoke. The pillow still smelled of Jenny but she was nowhere to be found, nor were his clothes. His usual clothes, anyway. At the end of the bed she had laid out what she considered his usual clothes, of the sort he had worn when he was still just John Sparrow the apothecary. Jenny had offered to wash Will and Elizabeth's clothes when she'd come in shortly after dawn to cut open the stitches of the bundling cloth, but in their mortification over what they'd done the previous night they declined and hoped she wouldn't notice a few new stains on their old clothes. When Jack came out of the bedroom his wife was still nowhere to be found, nor was Laoch. The house was, in fact, quiet though there was a bowl of porridge on the table for him which was all the sort of breakfast Jenny could afford. Will and Elizabeth had already eaten their breakfast and sat awkwardly with a book each, not wanting to interrupt Mrs. Sparrow in her chores but not knowing what else to do. Elizabeth's eyes fell on a framed miniature on the mantel and she stood to get a closer look, taking it from its spot.

"Will, come look," she said as she looked at it, sounding amused. "It looks like it's from their wedding day. Never thought I'd see Jack...well...like that." Though when he emerged from his room dressed similarly she had to stifle a giggle.

Jenny and the girls were in the back yard, having taken a sort of holiday in order to spend more time with John. Jack had gone to his apprenticeship at the blacksmith as though there were nothing special about the day. While the twins played and Anne sat and sketched--she was becoming quite the artist--Jenny did the washing. When Jack found them she was just hanging his clothes on the line to dry.

"I was half convinced you'd come out starkers rather than wear your old clothes," she admitted with a smile after glancing at him. "Good morning, sleepyhead."
 
Jack - John - awoke stiff and fuzzy-headed. Not the good kind of stiff, either. Not the kind of stiff that Jenny had demanded several times last night - in bed, and against the wall and then upon her knees on the floor. No, this was the kind of stiff that followed the next morning, after vigorous and unaccustomed exercise. He could still smell her, smell them both, on the bed as he sat up.

There was a large tub of lujewarm water in the room. And a cake of soap. And clean clothes. A hint, he assumed. So he splashed and scrubbed and dried and dressed, and examined himself in the mirror. His goatee and moustache were still there, but the kohl that ringed his eyes was gone and he wore plain breeches and shirt if good homespun. In a sense, he was a Captain John Sparrow right now, a strange hybrid of past and future all at once.

He would be, he assumed, until this matter with the Company was resolved.

Bucklung his swordbelt on, an action as natural as breathing these days, he emerged from the bedroom to find a bowl of porridge waiting. And Will and Elizabeth, one engrossed in the family Bible and the other in Jenny's book of fairy stories. Both looked a little awkward when they saw him. Probably still getting used to the idea of him as a family man, he decided. "Sleep well?" he asked, sitting.

Both of them flinched. "Uhm... not as such," Will said. "It's hard." Eluzabeth giggled awkwardly at that and loojed away, blushing. "Sleeping in a strange bed, I mean. You?"


"Oh, like a baby," John assured him. "Up and down all night." Elizabeth made a snorting sound and civered her mouth. "Hard to sleep without the motion of a ship beneath me, these days." He dug into his breakfast, finding it bland but filling. "Any plans?"

"I thought we'd go into Dover," Will said. "Explore the town. Give you and your wife a little time to yourselves."

"A little privacy," Elizabeth added.

John grinned. "I appreciate it. It's been far too long since I saw my Jenny."

"We know," Elizaberh muttered, making Will jump.

"What?" John asked, puzzled.

"She means," Will added hastily, "that we know you want to spend more time with her. Before we have to sail."

John nodded. "You're bith good friends, better than I deserve." He gave them a devulish wink, and for an instant they could see the roguish Captain Jack in him once more. "I'm glad I didn't manage to kill either of you."



Breakfast done, Jihn bid Will and Eluzabeth good day and wanderec into the back yard. Near the garden, Jenny was pinning up the washing to dry. He joined her, falling easily into the rhythms of mundane household chires once more. "Good morning to you, too," he laughed, kissing her lightly. "And why would I come out as God made me? You weren't in the house, and my friends were."

He finished hanging the damp clothes, and was about to kiss her again - somewhat more thoroughly - when his youngest made a fussing sound from his blanket by the old tree. Scooping the boy up, he bounced him in his arms soothingly. "Shh... shhh... it's all right." The child, suddenly fascinated by the beads in his beard, stopped squalling and grabbed one hard. John's eyes were watering by the time he got the tiny hand disengaged.

"This reminds me," he said, rubbing his chin. "I'll need to speak with Sean, soon. I know he probably hates me, and with some good reason I warrant. But I'll need his professional opinion on a matter."
 
"Oh, I always imagined Captain Jack Sparrow as the sort who's unashamed in the face of God and Man," Jenny said lightly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she hung another article of clothing and smirking. "Certainly got nothing to be ashamed of, anyway. But there are children about, I suppose." She nodded over to the girls playing and Anne sitting quietly in the shade.

The eldest girl moved to make her way over to her brother but John beat her to it, scooping Steven up and bouncing him. Anne didn't mind and in fact smiled, then laughed when the baby yanked on their father's beard. She had speculated quietly with Jack sometimes, about whether they would ever see their father hold this baby. Between her home life and the constant reminders of her own mortality Anne had grown into a pretty but quiet young girl of ten, quick to smile but more often solemn and very shy. As John struggled to disengage Steven's hand she said nothing but smiled quietly and committed the scene to memory before bending to her sketch book once more. She was aware that she had many siblings who all required attention in their turn, and that she often required more attention than they because of her condition; she didn't begrudge her baby brother the first interactions with his father in his short life.

"He does dislike you, and for very good reason," Jenny confirmed, dumping the washing water into the grass. "What business might that be then?" She put her hands on her hips and looked at him expectantly. "It'll have to wait anyway. The girls have been making plans for you for over a year now."

"We're going to go to the beach," Anne informed him. "And Brigid wants to show you the tree cave. Lucy swears they saw fairies there once, but she's gotten her story awful mixed up sometimes."
 
"The beach?" John thought about it, then gave Jenny a sidelong glance and a sly little grin. "But I'd been looking forward to going to the garden today..."

"No, daddy!" Brigid cried out, looking distraught. "The beach. We're going to the beach!"

Lucy scurried over, grabbing his free hand. "Please? Please, daddy? Can we? Can we?"

For a moment, John was so happy he didn't know if he would laugh or weep. So he settled for dropping to one knee and hugging Lucy while carefully hanging on to Steven. "Of course we can," he assured her, kissing the top of her head. "Daddy was just teasing mommy, that's all."

"It isn't nice to tease!" Lucy informed him solemnly.

"Oh, that rather depends..." John answered, winking at his wife before looking at Lucy once more. "Is it true what Anne said? You really saw fairies?"

"Of course not," Anne said, with all the authority and experience of her years. "Fairies aren't real. Everyone knows that."

"Are too!" Lucy countered stubbornly, stamping her foot.

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"I've seen fairies," John tossed out, interrupting the sibling fight. Both girls stared at him, startled.

"Really?" "Where?" "Can we see them?" "You're fooling, right?" Both girls were firing questions at him now, demanding answers.

"It was years ago,".John told them, sitting down. "When I was sailing with your grandpa. We sailed to a fairy island."

All three girls were listening wide-eyed now, Anne dragging herself closer on her crutches as he talked. "Did you see pixies?" Brigid asked, breathless.

John shrugged. "Dunno. I saw little moving lights in the forest, though. And a small man, dressed all in leaves. And..."

"But... aren't they dangerous?" Anne asked, eyes wide and skepticism forgotten.

Hell, yes.. He remembered a wild plunge through the forest, bearing a gold-fleshed apple. And the stones, too large for three men to shift, hurled by the woodwose. "Some," he admitted. "But your dad and your grandpa were too clever for them, we were. And we got away safe and sound."

"Now," he said, rising, "I believe we were going to the beach. So get your things!"
 
Jenny grinned at John's tease about the garden. It was a lovely fantasy, but unless her parents were willing to take all of the children for a few hours then there simply wasn't the privacy for it. And the children saw their grandparents every day; their father was a rare treat indeed and they'd be loathe to leave him for so much as a moment. As John sat down and the girls gathered around him Jenny simply stood and watched the scene she wouldn't forget til the last of her many, many days. She sniffed and quickly wiped a tear away while the girls were preoccupied and looked away. Now that they were older, more likely to remember her tears, in her pride she was more careful not to cry around her children. It wouldn't have been fair to prop herself up on their support when they needed her, anyway.

Story time was over and the twins rushed into the house, Anne stilting behind them on her crutches as quickly as she could. "I remember that," Jenny said quietly as she followed with her husband. "We'd thought you were dead when really you'd been pressganged by your own family. At least I can say that my in-laws are never boring." She shrugged and gave a small smile as an afterthought, determined not to start a fight today. Not if it could be helped.

The Sparrows were finally all together again, less Jack, as they walked through Dover. Jenny walked arm-in-arm with her husband who held the baby while the girls all took turns holding his free hand or hanging on to his coat. Anne wheeled down the street in her little cart, which allowed more mobility on the sand than crutches which would easily get stuck. The children all shouted and waved to Ion on his usual street corner before Jenny had even seen him. She tore her eyes away from her husband to look at the gypsy and smile. Was that what they would become to each other once John was home for good? Two people who just smile in the street? Guilt weighed heavily on Jenny when she realized just how much the thought terrified her.
 
Ion waved cheerfully as he spotted Jenny and the girls, then flinched into a double-take as he realised that Captain Jack was with her. He didn't need this, not now. Not again. Not with his split lip still healing and the memory of a naked blade still fresh in his mind's eye. And certainly not with his aunt's terrified expressiin, when he'd asked what "you don't get the post in Hell" might mean.

Ion looked again, hoping that the presence of three young girls and a baby might be some protection. But the pirate had lengthened his stride, heading straight towards him with his rapier swaying at his hip. Was the man so brazen as to kill him before witnesses? The broadsheets made him seem as if he would.

"Mister Vrabie?" the pirate stated, looking at him with those uncanny dark eyes. "I... owe you an apology, it seems."

The gypsy blinked, startled. "Ah, no... if anything..."

Captain Jack smiled and shook his head. "You were right. You were right, and I didn't want to hear it." Jack seized his hand and shook it. "Thank you."

"For... for what?"

"For being a good friend to my wife," Jack said. "For watching over her, and standing up for her when I wasn't there. And for being man enough to be honest with me, and to refuse to back down when you defended her honor."

"So..." Ion scrstched his head, nonplussed. "You're not angry that I... I..."

"That you tried to steal my Jenny away?" The pirate glanced over his shoulder at her. "I'd say the attempt just shows that you have a keen eye and a tasfe for the finer things in life." He leaned close, voice falling to a whisper. "Course, had you succeeded, I'd have had yer balls."

Then he was clapping Ion on the shoulder. "That said, I'd be honored to count you as a friend, Mr. Vrabie."

"Ion, Caotain Sparrow." The gyosy smiked, just a litt,e. "My friends call me Ion."

"Then call me John," Captain Jack replied. "It's a far better name for a Dover man, din't you think?"
 
Jenny watched in horror as her husband started toward her friend, thinking she knew what was coming. "John don't...!" But he ignored her and strode over, leaving the girls with her for the moment as they all caught up. When they had and stood behind him he was...thanking Ion. She raised her eyebrows as she watched the two men interact, and when Ion mentioned his many attempts at winning her heart she looked away and blushed.

"Ion," she scolded lightly, attempting to cover the girls' ears but not having enough hands. Her eyes widened a little when her husband threatened to have her friend's balls. "Johnathan! There's children about!"

"But why would he have Uncle Ion's balls Mama?" Brigid asked loudly. "Daddy can't juggle. Can you Daddy?" But Jenny only blushed and told her to hush and the men proclaimed themselves friends.

"Then call me John," Captain Jack replied. "It's a far better name for a Dover man, don't you think?"

"John don't, you'll..."

But it was too late. "You're coming home Daddy?"

"To stay?"

"You're not gonna be a sailor no more?"

"...get their hopes up," Jenny finished lamely. "And mine," she added with a sigh. "We'll talk about it later, lovelies. The yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery, today is a gift."

"That's why they call it a present!" Lucy chimed in with a grin displaying her missing front tooth that had fallen out last week.

"Exactly!" Jenny said with a nod. "And today's present is the beach, hm?" She smiled apologetically at Ion. "I'll see you probably tomorrow," she told him. "Today's a bit of a holiday but I won't let Da pay me for two weeks without doing anything for him, so I'll be back to work."
 
John didn't like it, but he nodded his understanding. "Of course," he reluctantly agreed. "Your dad's been more than kind to us, after all. You don't take advantage of family." He smiled. "Think I could come round? I hear he emp,oys a beautiful young serving maid, and..."

"Nuh-uh," Anne corrected. "Just momny, most nights. Though gramma sometimes... hey! Don't laugh, daddy! That's night nice!"

Another snort of amusement escaped his lips, even as he clapped a hand to his face to stifle it. "I'm sorry," he swore, humor still glittering in his eyes. "I was just teasing her."

Anne shuffled along, voice filled with offended dignity. "That's not nice either."

That's ot what you thought last night," John whispered, leaning close so Jenny could hear.

"What, daddy?" Anne asjed.

"Nothing," John answered with a straight face. "Just planning to be nicer to your mother tonight..."



Brigid and Lucy shrieked as they chased each ither through the surf, stoppi g frequently to examine some treasure they'd found. Broken shells, and bits of druftwooc. Even a crab they'd oohed at until it had snapped its claws, causing them to squeal and run ofv. Then, at a safe distance, they peltted it with shells a d handfulls of sand.

Anne, of course, couldn't join them. She sat quietly, arms around her knees and staring out at the horizon. Then she started as her father scooped her up. "Wondering what's out there?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, daddy. I know what's out there."

"What?" he asked.

"The world." Giggling, she snatched his hat and stared towards the hirizon. "All those places you wrote about. Egypt and America and Jamaica. And I'll see them, someday. I'll see everyth..." Her words were cut off by aa painful wracking cough.

John hugged her tightly as the cough subsided, her face against his chest so she woukdn't see the fear and pain in his eyes. "Of course you will," he said. "All of it." She snuggled against him, and bdgan whispering. It took him a minute to catch the words.

"All hands, pull together," she sang in her high, girlish voice, "hoist the colors high..."

It sent a thrill of emotion down his spine, hearing that song from his baby's lips. But he joined in softly. ""Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die..."

"Yay!" Anne grinned. "You know my dream song!"

He couldn't speak for a moment. Then, an imoish grin hiding his worry, he swung Anne onto his back. "Let's go get your sisters!" With that he took off along the beach, Anne clinging and shouting as Brigid and Lucy squealed in delight and fled before them.
 
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