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dwgmThis is for my dear jenthegypsy's...
Happy Birthday!!!!! (Wheeeeeee!!!)
I've written Jen another Jack/Molly Hatter fic as a little gift. Molly appeared first in her very own drabble , then as a bit player in The Elusive Norrington, then in Someone Waits. The last we saw of her was in A Bit of a Stick back in October.
This one is also a reply to the current drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails (Theme: "Jar"). Many thanks to my dearhereswith for editing this (and for letting me beta her very very hot Sawyer/Kate Lost fic that she wrote for Jen).
"Mistress Hatter! The Pearl! She's comin' into the harbor."
Molly Hatter gasped with joy, instantly forgiving young Daniel for bursting in the shop's door with a bang and a jangle of bells and startling her near out of her wits. "Oh! Oh, Danny, that's marvelous news! Thank you!"
She handed the boy a silver penny. He gave a gap-toothed grin and was off again -- down to the docks, no doubt, for the Pearl was always a sight to behold, relict of an earlier day, yet preternaturally fast and most fearsome in aspect, every inch of her a true Pirate Ship, meant to strike terror into the hearts of her victims.
Molly's own heart pattered in anticipation of the advent of the Pearl's captain, her darling, maddening (and possibly mad) Jack Sparrow.
Kind Fortune had led him to her not long after her arrival, widowed and penniless in Tortuga. She was not a whore, no, but taking in sewing alone had not answered. The only women in Tortuga who made enough money to do more than keep body and soul together were those who occupied the tiny upper rooms at taverns like The Faithful Bride or The Cat and Whistle. Molly had finally resolved that she must overcome her scruples if she were to have any chance of saving enough to fulfill her dream of owning her own shop, which she'd already named: Hatter's Hattery, Headgear for the Discerning Gentleman. Who could have guessed that her first customer would be her last, the wickedly handsome and much-sought-after Captain Jack Sparrow! He had singled her out that night in spite of (or maybe because of) her inexperience, putting a great many fair noses out of joint, for at that point he'd a full purse from the disposal of a recent prize in addition to his many other attractive attributes.
Their night together had been nothing short of wonderful. He might be erratic, eccentric, and a nefarious scoundrel, but he was also amusing and kind, and vastly experienced in the ways of pleasing a lady while pleasing himself most thoroughly. She blushed even now to think of how quickly he'd put her at her ease and led her into Cupid's Grove, along paths she'd barely ever imagined, for her late husband had been a staid creature. And there had been a meeting of hearts and minds as well, and she'd told him of her dream.
He had been gone the next morning, for he'd said they'd be sailing with the tide, but he'd left her gold—so much gold! -- and instructions to make him a hat before he returned.
And she had.
That was three years back. Her little shop was now a fixture in Tortuga, and a very successful one. And Jack, scoundrel and pirate, was true to her, in his way.
She roused from memory to find it already dusk, the tropical night coming on swiftly. Molly went to light the lamp and set it in the window with joy in her heart.
*
He came just after dark.
"Molly, love, you set out the lamp!" he said, drawing her close. Very close. He tasted deliciously of rum and his own sweet self, and his happiness was clearly evident in his heated kiss, the strength of his arms and… various other physical manifestations.
Breathless and blushing, she finally pulled away, laughing. “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
“Aye, let’s. But look what I’ve brought you – brought us!” And there was a glint in his eye that matched his golden smile as he rummaged in the pocket of his coat. He drew out a small, stoppered jar, exquisitely enameled in bright colors and exotic design. The jar wasn’t sealed, and he opened it and tipped a bit of the contents onto his finger, an amber oil with the loveliest scent… it reminded her of flowers, spices, fruits… and something more… something that made her tingle with pleasure when he smoothed it into the hollow between her collarbones and down… down… “It has aphrodesiakal properties”, he said in a husky tone that made her shiver.
“Let me see,” she said. She took it from him, and sniffed it, savoring. But her brow creased, too, for she could not help noticing that the little jar was only half full.
"Jack, darling… where did you find this? And how did you learn of… about these properties? Who told you? And under what circumstances?"
Jack stilled, smile fading, eyes slowly widening. "I… uh… er…"
Molly raised a brow. "Or.. perhaps I shouldn’t ask?"
He gave a slight grimace. "Best not."
"I see." Molly pursed her lips as some very interesting visions sprang to mind. She saw that he was eyeing her warily and said, "You are… are…"
"Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Her own eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted against a laugh. "Yes, you certainly are!" she agreed, accusing. Then grabbed a handful of soft, tangled hair and pulled him to her for another kiss.
~.~
jenthegypsy's...Happy Birthday!!!!! (Wheeeeeee!!!)
I've written Jen another Jack/Molly Hatter fic as a little gift. Molly appeared first in her very own drabble , then as a bit player in The Elusive Norrington, then in Someone Waits. The last we saw of her was in A Bit of a Stick back in October.
This one is also a reply to the current drabble challenge at Black Pearl Sails (Theme: "Jar"). Many thanks to my dear
hereswith for editing this (and for letting me beta her very very hot Sawyer/Kate Lost fic that she wrote for Jen).~ Home from the Sea ~
"Mistress Hatter! The Pearl! She's comin' into the harbor."
Molly Hatter gasped with joy, instantly forgiving young Daniel for bursting in the shop's door with a bang and a jangle of bells and startling her near out of her wits. "Oh! Oh, Danny, that's marvelous news! Thank you!"
She handed the boy a silver penny. He gave a gap-toothed grin and was off again -- down to the docks, no doubt, for the Pearl was always a sight to behold, relict of an earlier day, yet preternaturally fast and most fearsome in aspect, every inch of her a true Pirate Ship, meant to strike terror into the hearts of her victims.
Molly's own heart pattered in anticipation of the advent of the Pearl's captain, her darling, maddening (and possibly mad) Jack Sparrow.
Kind Fortune had led him to her not long after her arrival, widowed and penniless in Tortuga. She was not a whore, no, but taking in sewing alone had not answered. The only women in Tortuga who made enough money to do more than keep body and soul together were those who occupied the tiny upper rooms at taverns like The Faithful Bride or The Cat and Whistle. Molly had finally resolved that she must overcome her scruples if she were to have any chance of saving enough to fulfill her dream of owning her own shop, which she'd already named: Hatter's Hattery, Headgear for the Discerning Gentleman. Who could have guessed that her first customer would be her last, the wickedly handsome and much-sought-after Captain Jack Sparrow! He had singled her out that night in spite of (or maybe because of) her inexperience, putting a great many fair noses out of joint, for at that point he'd a full purse from the disposal of a recent prize in addition to his many other attractive attributes.
Their night together had been nothing short of wonderful. He might be erratic, eccentric, and a nefarious scoundrel, but he was also amusing and kind, and vastly experienced in the ways of pleasing a lady while pleasing himself most thoroughly. She blushed even now to think of how quickly he'd put her at her ease and led her into Cupid's Grove, along paths she'd barely ever imagined, for her late husband had been a staid creature. And there had been a meeting of hearts and minds as well, and she'd told him of her dream.
He had been gone the next morning, for he'd said they'd be sailing with the tide, but he'd left her gold—so much gold! -- and instructions to make him a hat before he returned.
And she had.
That was three years back. Her little shop was now a fixture in Tortuga, and a very successful one. And Jack, scoundrel and pirate, was true to her, in his way.
She roused from memory to find it already dusk, the tropical night coming on swiftly. Molly went to light the lamp and set it in the window with joy in her heart.
*
He came just after dark.
"Molly, love, you set out the lamp!" he said, drawing her close. Very close. He tasted deliciously of rum and his own sweet self, and his happiness was clearly evident in his heated kiss, the strength of his arms and… various other physical manifestations.
Breathless and blushing, she finally pulled away, laughing. “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
“Aye, let’s. But look what I’ve brought you – brought us!” And there was a glint in his eye that matched his golden smile as he rummaged in the pocket of his coat. He drew out a small, stoppered jar, exquisitely enameled in bright colors and exotic design. The jar wasn’t sealed, and he opened it and tipped a bit of the contents onto his finger, an amber oil with the loveliest scent… it reminded her of flowers, spices, fruits… and something more… something that made her tingle with pleasure when he smoothed it into the hollow between her collarbones and down… down… “It has aphrodesiakal properties”, he said in a husky tone that made her shiver.
“Let me see,” she said. She took it from him, and sniffed it, savoring. But her brow creased, too, for she could not help noticing that the little jar was only half full.
"Jack, darling… where did you find this? And how did you learn of… about these properties? Who told you? And under what circumstances?"
Jack stilled, smile fading, eyes slowly widening. "I… uh… er…"
Molly raised a brow. "Or.. perhaps I shouldn’t ask?"
He gave a slight grimace. "Best not."
"I see." Molly pursed her lips as some very interesting visions sprang to mind. She saw that he was eyeing her warily and said, "You are… are…"
"Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Her own eyes narrowed, and her lips twisted against a laugh. "Yes, you certainly are!" she agreed, accusing. Then grabbed a handful of soft, tangled hair and pulled him to her for another kiss.
~.~
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Date: 2007-02-20 11:08 pm (UTC)I hope Jack has learned to judge the dosage by now! Geek mama, these are lovely drabbles and whatnot.
And jenthegypsy, Happy Birthday from me as well, though I don't know you- but I feel guilty commenting first on what is YOUR birthday gift!
You have just the.. oh, the loveliest icons... :)
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Date: 2007-02-20 11:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 12:00 am (UTC)maddening (and possibly mad) Jack Sparrow I'm very fond of that description and really, all her descriptions of him here.
Molly pursed her lips as some very interesting visions sprang to mind. Indeed ;-) The ending is very funny, and works wonderfully.
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Date: 2007-02-21 12:05 am (UTC)xo
(And sweet dreams!)
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Date: 2007-02-21 12:22 am (UTC)"Best not" indeed!
Am I guessing right about the hat she made him?
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Date: 2007-02-21 12:39 am (UTC)The very one! *G*
Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-21 03:49 am (UTC)Actually I like that icon you used first -- one of my favorite Howard Pyle works. Poor pirate.
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:52 am (UTC)As for the artwork. I LOVE it. If I didn't, it wouldn't be an icon. You may have it, if you wish.
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:47 am (UTC)I miss your Jack voice, and it rings so true here. “It has aphrodesiakal properties”, he said in a husky tone that made her shiver. and with a sparkle in his eye to rival the glint off his smile too, no doubt. The rogue!
"Best not." *snicker* So simple, and yet, so Jack.
Thank you, thank you a thousand times over for coming to this surprise of a party in my honor, and bearing such a wonderful gift. I'm tickled to death to have another Molly fic written for me. &hearts
*huge hugs and many thanks*
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:55 am (UTC)You're so welcome! I do enjoy writing that pairing -- it's just fun and romance, my favorite things.
I'm glad you are having a wonderful birthday. You deserve it!
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-02-21 08:55 am (UTC)So, when Jack offers to buy Barbossa a really big hat, he's planning a little deal on the side for Molly... ;)
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Date: 2007-02-21 02:09 pm (UTC)Maybe so. And you know Will's hat, at the end of CotBP? There's mention of that in the last Jack/Molly fic I wrote. Hats are important. Just ask Ted and Terry.
I'm so happy you enjoyed the story. Thank you very much for commenting.
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:00 am (UTC)bursting in the shop's door with a bang and a jangle of bells
I love the rhythm of this phrase and also how it makes me see that young scamp exploding into the shop.
He might be erratic, eccentric, and a nefarious scoundrel, but he was also amusing and kind, and vastly experienced in the ways of pleasing a lady while pleasing himself most thoroughly.
So very Jack. So absolutely, perfectly, delightfully Jack, just as I see him.
“It has aphrodesiakal properties”, he said in a husky tone that made her shiver.
Oh my (is it warm in here?). Love the Impverse
spellingflavor.Jack stilled, smile fading, eyes slowly widening. "I… uh… er…"
Molly raised a brow. "Or.. perhaps I shouldn’t ask?"
Adore this bit, as I adore seeing Jack and Molly together again. *sees
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:22 am (UTC)I tried to imply in the story that the jar has a history (being unsealed and half used), but I've not written it. I'm sure you can use your imagination, though. *G*
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Date: 2007-02-22 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
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