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Challenge: "I should have..."
February 27, 2008

Please Note: The following drabbles are rated 'R'...

By Sequence_fairy
February 27, 2008

~ A Bet Laid~

In that moment, she knew, her face flushed and her breath coming in gasps as his hands wandered all over her. She shivered, arching under him, desperate to feel his body against her own. His smile glittered gold, and her eyes were like tawny fire. He pressed, just so, and she shattered. She spiralled, flew, dove, spun, and finally, rested. His smile was a smirk now. “I should have known better,” she murmured, and he laughed

By Cersia5
February 28, 2008

~ Drinks On Me~

Rum.

To Captain Jack Sparrow it was more that a way to become mind numbingly inebriated; it was the seasoning of his life.

He licked his lips as Elizabeth Swann-Turner-Sparrow smiled as she rubbed the liquor sensuously over the top of her naked bosom beneath him. “I should have done this seven years ago on the island,” she said as his mouth swept from her neck to her chest swiping at her rum laden skin.

“That, my dear rum laden Mrs. Sparrow, would have been a more satisfactory excuse of why the rum was gone.

By Desiring_me
March 3, 2008

~ Who Taught You? ~

"I don't believe we should have done that." James sighed, placing his face in his hands and sighing.

Elizabeth untangled her naked limbs from the blanket and sat up behind the Commodore. Kissing his bare shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him and murmered in his ear: "You liked it."

Despite himself, he smiled. "Who taught you how to do those things?"

Grinning, Elizabeth answered. "Sparrow."

By Cmgacrux
March 3, 2008

~ Covet ~

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Jack.”

She is just a breath away, her lips a sweet prize, her body a haven he desperately needs, and he can feel the blood rush through his veins, hear its dull throb as he looks into her eyes, defiant yet defenseless against her scrutiny. White-knuckled hands gripping the rail, he thinks it would be much easier to hate her if he didn't long to spread her thighs and sink into the silken recesses of her body; curses himself for not doing so when she was the embodiment of Turner's dreams, not his own.

~.~

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