Ah, nothing like a little R-rated smut for a Monday morning! It probably won't hurt to skip this chapter if you are averse to same.
550 words, with many thanks to
hereswith for beta reading, editing, and suggestions.
Previous bits...
And here's today's...
52. Magic
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
She noticed that his hands trembled slightly as he began to undress her, and she gathered them up, stopping him, and kissed his fingers, as he had just done for her. Her heart was full of joy, and of the warmest affection, but she tried not to smile as she asked, "Are you afraid?"
He gave a short, desperate-sounding laugh, but then said, quite seriously, "I won't ruin you."
"You keep telling me that," Nell observed. "But perhaps it's I who'll ruin you."
A gleam of humor appeared. "God send!"
After that his hands were steadier, though no less slow and careful, and her trust in him grew apace. She fought the quite natural, maidenly urge to cover herself—her course was chosen, her fate decreed. But his gaze seemed a flame, scorching her without and within as she was revealed, and when he knelt, unfastened and let fall her loose breeches, his hands seemed to burn as he reverently took her hips, stilling her, and placed a tender kiss just above the scant curls.
"Jack," she whispered, feeling almost faint. She grabbed at his shoulders – so delightfully solid with wiry muscle – and urged him up. He let her go, and as he rose she stepped out of her breeches, kicked them away and faced him squarely. She marveled at her boldness, yet his expression urged it: wonder, admiration, and perhaps a little fear.
"My God, Nell," he said, rather hoarsely.
And then he gave an intriguing little gasp as she drew close and placed her own hands on his trim waist. She let them slip down, light over his belly, which caused him to jerk and give a startled laugh – ticklish, there! – but when she took the waistband of his breeches, he placed a hand over hers and she stopped and looked up, her eyes catching on the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard, before rising to meet his own.
"You've seen pictures in books," he said—and was that a flush on his cheeks? "But have you ever really seen a man… aroused?"
A few disturbing scenes flashed through her brain. "Tortuga," she admitted, trying not to wince.
Apparently she'd failed, for he gave a grim chuckle. "Of course Tortuga. All right, then."
He took his hand away. She fumbled with the buttons, accidentally grazing that which tented the soft fabric, and his reaction was so satisfactory that she did it again before she was through. His breeches were tighter than hers, and she had to take the fabric in hand to draw them off, but once they were down over his hips, and his sex released, she let them go and they pooled at his ankles. She stood back and stared while he toed them off and shoved them aside.
He studied her, warily. "Still all right?"
She started to put out her hand, but hesitated and asked, "Does it hurt?"
He gave a shout of laughter and swooped, and she gave a small shriek as he scooped her up. "Shhhh!" he admonished, hugging her close, his voice stern though he was still laughing. "Don't exactly hurt, but remember when I said you'd be the death of me?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Well, this is the beginning of that," he told her, and carried her to his bed.
TBC...
550 words, with many thanks to
Previous bits...
| 1. Tortuga 2. Happiness 3. Festive 4. Last Minute 5. Calm 6. Truth 7. Bargain 8. Spook 9. Down 10. Wounds 11. Moon 12. Monsters 13. Beauty 14. Name 15. History | 16. Service 17. Advice 18. Captain 19. Awe 20. Cross 21. Mistake 22. Heroism 23. Gold 24. Echo 25. Greed 26. Advance 27. Challenge 28. Adventure 29. Sentence 30. Treasure | 31. North 32. Coat 33. Good and Evil 34. Sickness & Health 35. Lost 36. Court 37. What if? 38. Island 39. That can't be 40. Prophesy 41. Ten Years Later 42. French 43. Deed 44. Tea 45. Scarlett & Giselle | 46. Link 47. Comedy 48. Mothers 49. Fathers 50. Rib 51. Music |
And here's today's...
52. Magic
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
She noticed that his hands trembled slightly as he began to undress her, and she gathered them up, stopping him, and kissed his fingers, as he had just done for her. Her heart was full of joy, and of the warmest affection, but she tried not to smile as she asked, "Are you afraid?"
He gave a short, desperate-sounding laugh, but then said, quite seriously, "I won't ruin you."
"You keep telling me that," Nell observed. "But perhaps it's I who'll ruin you."
A gleam of humor appeared. "God send!"
After that his hands were steadier, though no less slow and careful, and her trust in him grew apace. She fought the quite natural, maidenly urge to cover herself—her course was chosen, her fate decreed. But his gaze seemed a flame, scorching her without and within as she was revealed, and when he knelt, unfastened and let fall her loose breeches, his hands seemed to burn as he reverently took her hips, stilling her, and placed a tender kiss just above the scant curls.
"Jack," she whispered, feeling almost faint. She grabbed at his shoulders – so delightfully solid with wiry muscle – and urged him up. He let her go, and as he rose she stepped out of her breeches, kicked them away and faced him squarely. She marveled at her boldness, yet his expression urged it: wonder, admiration, and perhaps a little fear.
"My God, Nell," he said, rather hoarsely.
And then he gave an intriguing little gasp as she drew close and placed her own hands on his trim waist. She let them slip down, light over his belly, which caused him to jerk and give a startled laugh – ticklish, there! – but when she took the waistband of his breeches, he placed a hand over hers and she stopped and looked up, her eyes catching on the movement of his throat as he swallowed hard, before rising to meet his own.
"You've seen pictures in books," he said—and was that a flush on his cheeks? "But have you ever really seen a man… aroused?"
A few disturbing scenes flashed through her brain. "Tortuga," she admitted, trying not to wince.
Apparently she'd failed, for he gave a grim chuckle. "Of course Tortuga. All right, then."
He took his hand away. She fumbled with the buttons, accidentally grazing that which tented the soft fabric, and his reaction was so satisfactory that she did it again before she was through. His breeches were tighter than hers, and she had to take the fabric in hand to draw them off, but once they were down over his hips, and his sex released, she let them go and they pooled at his ankles. She stood back and stared while he toed them off and shoved them aside.
He studied her, warily. "Still all right?"
She started to put out her hand, but hesitated and asked, "Does it hurt?"
He gave a shout of laughter and swooped, and she gave a small shriek as he scooped her up. "Shhhh!" he admonished, hugging her close, his voice stern though he was still laughing. "Don't exactly hurt, but remember when I said you'd be the death of me?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Well, this is the beginning of that," he told her, and carried her to his bed.
TBC...
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Date: 2009-03-02 03:52 pm (UTC)Have I mentioned you do this beautifully?
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Date: 2009-03-03 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 12:02 am (UTC)(I gather you liked it, then?) *g*
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Date: 2009-03-02 04:43 pm (UTC)Simply gorgeous! Brilliant! I LOVE that your Jack can still tremble and blush! SO tender, and tentative, and CARING between the two of them! *Sigh* Perfection!
And Nell's "...perhaps it's I who'll ruin you." What a wonderful line! Like, who's seducing who, here? ;-)
Off to re-read (and blush some more), and count the hours until tomorrow's installment ...
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Date: 2009-03-03 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 04:46 pm (UTC)Lord, Bill's gonna kill him.
You make writing this seem so effortless, you know.
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Date: 2009-03-03 12:08 am (UTC)Thank you! It's been going pretty smoothly. Not much more to go now. And yes, I feel Bill wouldn't approve at all -- if he finds out.
I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! Thank you for letting me know!
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Date: 2009-03-02 05:02 pm (UTC)"But have you ever really seen a man… aroused?"
I can hear JD/Jack saying this, with just the right amount of twist on that last word. Well done, m'dear.
Okay, off to read it again -- good way to get the heart racing of a morning. *wishes she were Nell*
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Date: 2009-03-03 12:10 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed this! Thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-03-02 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 12:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 12:15 am (UTC)Oooh, what a lovely compliment, especially coming from you, one of the best writers of Jack around. He is quite young here, and life hasn't toughened that roguish carapace too much yet.
I'm so glad you liked this -- thank you for commenting!
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Date: 2009-03-02 10:30 pm (UTC)This installment was amazing! *waiting breathlessly for more* :)
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Date: 2009-03-03 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-02 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 01:06 am (UTC)Isn't that the truth. *g*
I'm so glad you enjoyed this! Thank you!
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Date: 2009-03-03 03:12 am (UTC)"Don't exactly hurt, but remember when I said you'd be the death of me?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Well, this is the beginning of that," he told her, and carried her to his bed.
So funny! Love that Jack is reassuring her, and I love the ending. It definitely leaves me wanting more!
Looking forward to tomorrow. :)
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Date: 2009-03-03 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 05:09 pm (UTC)Um......................*thoughts of Jack naked are getting the better of me at the moment....loss of words....*
Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2009-03-04 03:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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