PotC fic: First Kiss (Jack/Giselle, PG-13)
Title: First Kiss
Author: Shy
Rating: PG-13? (archaic strong language - not sure how to classify it...)
Pairing: Jack/Giselle
Summary: Candlelight, alone at night - isn't it romantic?
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters are owned by Disney. I use them without permission, but with much love and respect.
Author's note: For camille_moineau again! This time in return for the icon. Thank you. :-) And I suppose it's another one for the potc_dogwatch 'minor characters' activity.
Jack had been tumbling her some months by the time they first kissed.
He had put his mouth to uses new even to her, and she had had every member of his body in her own mouth except his tongue; but Giselle, like many a lady of her old old profession, held that a kiss was one intimacy that could not be bought, no matter how many of the other women of her trade scorned it as foolish, romantic prudery. Some men, too, thought they should have her kiss as well as her cunny. She'd taken (and dished out) black eyes in that argument.
Jack was unruffled by her refusal. The first time, when she'd turned her face away and told him no, that wasn't for sale, he'd simply smiled and said, "Maybe later, eh?" and pressed his lips to her neck instead. He'd tried once or twice since, but never aggressively.
Now, after time away pirating on the high seas, he was back in her room, where she had lit her precious, expensive candles for him. She rested her knee on the bed before her while he industriously unlaced her dress.
He paused, and twisted one of her flaxen ringlets around his fingers, then traced down her spine to touch the small of her back, and ran his hand over her hip. With the other he caressed her bared shoulder. She turned to look back at him and, smoothly, fluidly, he darted his head forward to cover her lips with his. Soft, warm, moustached -
Her first instinct was to kick him in the balls. He knew damned well she didn't do this.
Her second response was to breathe in deep the scent of oranges - he used orange oil on his hair, she knew this because sometimes she applied it for him, and when they lay together his locks brushed over her shoulders and breasts - and she started to relax.
Jack untied the knot fully, loosening her stays. With one taut arm he circled her waist; the other grimy hand trailed down into her bodice. She sagged back against his chest.
Her third reaction was to kiss him back.
Author: Shy
Rating: PG-13? (archaic strong language - not sure how to classify it...)
Pairing: Jack/Giselle
Summary: Candlelight, alone at night - isn't it romantic?
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters are owned by Disney. I use them without permission, but with much love and respect.
Author's note: For camille_moineau again! This time in return for the icon. Thank you. :-) And I suppose it's another one for the potc_dogwatch 'minor characters' activity.
Jack had been tumbling her some months by the time they first kissed.
He had put his mouth to uses new even to her, and she had had every member of his body in her own mouth except his tongue; but Giselle, like many a lady of her old old profession, held that a kiss was one intimacy that could not be bought, no matter how many of the other women of her trade scorned it as foolish, romantic prudery. Some men, too, thought they should have her kiss as well as her cunny. She'd taken (and dished out) black eyes in that argument.
Jack was unruffled by her refusal. The first time, when she'd turned her face away and told him no, that wasn't for sale, he'd simply smiled and said, "Maybe later, eh?" and pressed his lips to her neck instead. He'd tried once or twice since, but never aggressively.
Now, after time away pirating on the high seas, he was back in her room, where she had lit her precious, expensive candles for him. She rested her knee on the bed before her while he industriously unlaced her dress.
He paused, and twisted one of her flaxen ringlets around his fingers, then traced down her spine to touch the small of her back, and ran his hand over her hip. With the other he caressed her bared shoulder. She turned to look back at him and, smoothly, fluidly, he darted his head forward to cover her lips with his. Soft, warm, moustached -
Her first instinct was to kick him in the balls. He knew damned well she didn't do this.
Her second response was to breathe in deep the scent of oranges - he used orange oil on his hair, she knew this because sometimes she applied it for him, and when they lay together his locks brushed over her shoulders and breasts - and she started to relax.
Jack untied the knot fully, loosening her stays. With one taut arm he circled her waist; the other grimy hand trailed down into her bodice. She sagged back against his chest.
Her third reaction was to kiss him back.