~*Spread Wings*~

[Jacky]

I break our kiss and eagerly move my lips to her neck again, kissing her there instead.. and once again it surprises me to know how little seems to have changed in the past ten years. Her reaction to my kisses, such as a small tremble of her body or a whimper that escapes her lips, betray that I still know to find her weak spots flawlessly. The nape of her neck, a soft graze on her bottomlip or my hand firmly settled on her hip, it all seems perfect once again.

Though ten years did pass.. and ten years did change not only our circumstances, but us as well. Inward and outward, that is. A decade of fighting to achieve my goal taught me not to take things for granted all that easily.. and to treasure whatever bit of luck comes your way. And I treasure her now, I most certainly do. More than I thought I could.

And on the outside.. ah, there's no denying that either. Ten years didn't go without suffering, and a new collection of smaller and larger scars on my torso is soon revealed when she takes of my shirt. The most prominent of all still the shotwounds. And my not fully healed recent wound too. Well, she saw me when she bandaged me up of course, though usually that was a shirt-on matter. But now we're here in front of eachother, I first realize the contrast between my scarred skin and her flawless perfection. Which still remained, as I find out when I slip a hand under her shirt and caress her soft skin.

[Lana]

When his shirt slides down onto the wooden floor, my eyes occasionally spot the new scars on his body, and it brings a small sad smile onto my features, as I caress the scars on his skin gently with my fingers. I look up, into his eyes, at his still gorgeous face, and moan a little when I feel his warm hands under my shirt, caressing my skin.

It surprises me, that he still knows me too well, he seems to know everything, how to give me the most pleasure... ten years - where are they now? It seems that nothing changed, that we're still the same, that everything is back to normal. And this horrible decade seems to have been just a nightmare. And now I wake up from this nightmare.

Though, this time did change the both of us. I've been dreaming of and about Jack too much, now I came to treasure the moment when he's holding me tight even more, because I know how much losing it would hurt. Only when my heart nearly split into a million tiny pieces, I realized *how* much I loved Jack. Still love. Even more, because I know what is my life with him and what it is without.

The passion that has been suppressed for too long, can't be hidden anymore, Jack finally managed to fire up the real me, the pirate-Scarlett...
I make a few steps towards his bed, making him follow me.

[Jacky]

After undoing the top two buttons of her shirt, I pause our kisses and take a hold of the edge of the fabric, and I swiftly take the thing of over her head. I chuck it aside and give her an appreciative grin, "Now there's a sight I missed." I tell her, before our lips lock once again. My hands slide up to caress her chest, as the both of us sit down on my matress.

I swear, if anybody dares to interupt now they'll be swimming back to the Caribbean. I grin slightly and push her down on her back, lowering my kisses down over her neck and onward.

[Lana]

Inbetween the two kisses, I manage to reply: "I missed the whole of you", - I confess, my voice sounding rather hoarse. I smirk and keep kissing him, while my arms embrace his shoulders, pulling him down onto the bed.

[Jacky]

~And the night develops as we expect it~

Afterwards, when more time passed than either of us probably assumes, we lay in eachothers tight embrace. My arms are around Scarlett in a possive, almost protective manner, holding her body close to mine. I nuzzle her neck lazily, feeling how sticky it is due to a thin layer of sweat that's on her body as well as mine.

It was bloody amazing. Perhaps it's just the months I had to do without the warmth of a woman's body by my side.. though I doubt it. It was not only amazing because of that, it was amazing because it's Scarlett. I'm not sure whether I'm glad to admit so to myself (it seems so mushy mushy goo goo), but I'm not sure whether I can deny it either. To me, perhaps. To her? Unlikely.

"Hmm," I stop nuzzling her neck for a second, and I place a lazy kiss on her lips, "Very hm." I grin.

[Lana]

( bahahaha yeah, 'as we expect it' )

Since a long time, I finally understand what being happy really means. It's when you're aboard the best ship in the world, with the best Captain I've ever heard of, and when this very Captain is holding you so tight, that your bodies seem to be one, and placing featherlight kisses on your neck. That's the feeling of happiness, when you need nothing else in the world, nothing else matters, but tonight. This tight embrace, these kisses, these eyes with fire burning in them too obviously.

How could I live without him? I don't know. It's a pure miracle that I stayed alive. That we met again.

"Very 'hm'?" - I smirk, tracing my finger across his chest, looking into his eyes. - "What do you mean by that, Captain Sparrow", - I grin, though I don't give him much chance to reply 'cause I press my lips against his that very moment, kissing him lazily, but still passionately.

[Jacky]

"Hmmmm." I 'reply' as we kiss again. And when we break apart once more I give her a golden grin, "Exactly that." I confirm, as if she just gave the answer. I move my hand over her back and let it rest on the curve of her hip. The sheets are kicked down to the foot-end of the bed, but it's not like we need 'em. It's warm enough, and even if it weren't we're doing a good job at keeping one another warm anyhow.

With my hand that's not on her hip I lightly trace my fingertip along the curve of her jaw. "You're still gorgeous." I tell her, my gaze following the movement of my finger on her face.

[Lana]

I smirk, letting my fingers play with his goatee-beard and the jingling beads in it. Flattered as I am by his compliment, I still can't help but tease him a bit: "Oh, yes, I know", - I grin wickedly. - "You're not the first who tells me that".

I tilt my head to a sid slightly, still grinning at his reaction, but, yet again, exactly when he opens his mouth to say something, I shut him up with another kiss. Having broken it, I whisper: "Just kidding. You're absolutely gorgeous as well".

[Jacky]

I give her a teasing grin to match hers, "Aye, I know. The girl who just hid in the closet usually tells me the same." Her facial expression makes my grin broaden, and I smirkingly steal a quick kiss from her lips, "Though I like it better from you." I assure her, still grinning mischieviously

[Lana]

I laugh: "Oh well, thank you very much", - I distract his attention from my hands by kissing him, and, exactly at the moment when I break the kiss, I'm already holding the pistol in my right hand: the pistol that I have just found in his pants which are lying on the floor. I smirk maliciously, glancing at the closet: and pointing the pistol at the door "The girl there? She won't say anything anymore".

I grin slightly.