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serafina20Well, this needs some work, but I need to go buy a bra before my boobs fall off. And I don't know how much I want to work on this.
Title: Freedom
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Norrington
Rating: PG (yeah, I don't get it either)
Sequel to "Silent as the Grave"
Unbeta'd, un-revised, un-anything. I did read it over to check for glaring surface errors. I'll probably post something more finished at a later date.
This is set during the space between leaving the island after the defeat of Barbossa and Jack's hanging.
"Brought me here for you to gloat, have you?" Jack drawled once the guards were gone and the restraints taken off. "Now that's not very gentleman-like at all."
Norrington didn't deign to answer as he poured rum into two finely-etched silver goblets. He turned and handed on to Jack. "I thought you might like one last drink before we land tomorrow."
"Under the guise of freedom, I see?"
"The guise, yes." He clinked goblets with Jack and took a sip. Then, feeling awkward, he turned. "I'm sorry your ship left without you," he said, meaning it. The truth was, despite Jack having tried to have his crew killed and ship rendered defenseless, Norrington had, God save him, developed a sort of fondness for the pirate. He was predictable in an unpredictable way and, quite strangely, not malicious. Jack did what was right by him; he didn't go out of his way to do harm by others, and that was something Norrington could respect.
"But not enough to set me free," Jack suggested.
Norrington sighed and walked behind his desk. "You are guilty of all the crimes you are charged with, Jack," he said as he sat. "What would you have me do? The law is the law."
"But the law and what's right are not necessarily the same thing," Jack replied, reminding Norrington of their "conversation" en route to Isla de Los Muertes.
"Nevertheless, my hands are tied. And pirating isn't exactly the right thing to do, either."
"It's the means, love." Jack sashayed towards him, holding his goblet delicately. "Keeps me at the end, as it were."
"I'm really too tired to decipher that one."
Teeth glinted and Jack settled on the desk in front of Norrington. "If I could sail forever with a crew content only to sail, with the promise of food, rum, and means to purchase the necessities of life, then pirating wouldn't be necessary. But I need a source of income, both to keep the ship sailing and the crew what sails here. So, you see, the ends justifies the pillage and plundering."
"All so you can sail?"
A dreamy expression crossed Jack's face as he stared out the great windows behind Norrington. "Aye."
"Why?" Norrington asked, genuinely curious. He felt lost, looking at Jack. There was a passion there, and evidence of an experience Norrington would probably never understand.
"A ship is freedom, love," Jack said. "Freedom and life. It's the all."
Norrington swallowed. "Freedom without responsibility is terrifying."
The dreamy eyes came into sudden, sharp focus on him. "Aye," Jack said slowly. "But responsibility without freedom is even more." Very deliberately, he set his goblet down. His hand rested on the arms over Norrington's chair and he leaned in.
This time, the kiss did not surprise or upset him. Norrington welcomed the salty, chapped lips that took his own, and the rum flavored tongue that gently invaded his mouth.
But it was over too soon, and then Jack was sinking to his knees, breath hot on Norrington's crotch.
"Jack." He caught Jack's chin in his hand. "No."
"Why not? You want it. Jamie-boy is standing at attention."
He smiled regretfully. "It's wrong. You're my prisoner. You needn't ..."
"I know I needn't."
But he shook his head again. "Drink your rum, Jack. And talk to me about freedom."
Still on his knees, Jack gave him long, measuring look. He seemed to strip Norrington bare, laying clothes and skin aside until he looked in the very essence of the man.
Norrington swallowed and shifted, aware that, if anything, the feel of those eyes on him aroused him even more than the prospect of the chapped lips around him, the clever tongue massaging him, and the wicked mouth having Jack's way with him.
Slowly, Jack shook his head. "No one exists like you."
"I beg your pardon?" Norrington managed out through the lump in his throat.
Jack didn't seem to notice his problem as he repeated, "No one like you exists, James. You give me the guise of freedom, the idea of dignity before death. I know how far we are away, and I can only assume you mean to keep me here before we land."
Damn the man. "The brig is ... infested."
"Aye. I noticed." Lips quirked upwards, almost hidden by the beard. "You give this, but refuse me."
"I don't want ..."
"Yes. You do."
He closed his eyes briefly in annoyance before continuing, "I don't want this on my soul as well. I can promise you nothing. You *must* face the gallows, you have been charged and there is no doubt of your guilt. You yourself admit quite freely."
"So give me one last pleasure." Hands slid up Norrington's thighs.
Norrington caught him by the wrists. "Can't you see my position?"
"Aye. And I've seen your position many times before. No one says no."
"Then why do you offer?" he demanded angrily, squeezing the oddly delicate wrists. "You know the outcome. You know your position. It's one of weakness, and I have you surrounded by my guards and in my office. I could. Do *anything*, don't you understand?"
Jack nodded calmly and twisted his wrists until Norrington loosened his grip. "To the victor."
"I want no spoils." Abruptly, he released Jack and rose. Going to the great window, he leaned his head against the glass and said, "Allow me the illusion, Jack, that I am a good man."
There was a sigh behind him, and the soft creak of wood. Soon after, Jack came to stand behind Norrington. He placed on hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss the exposed skin just below Norrington's jaw gently.
"You need no illusion, Jamie."
He laughed without sound, eyes closed tightly against the night. He didn't wasn't even surprised when Jack put both arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"Open your eyes, love."
"I can't."
"Please." Lips pressed against his skin, and against that tone, he was suddenly helpless.
The sea was black under the night sky. But there were patterns and variations that drew him. Norrington watched in fascination as the stars danced lightly over the glassy surface and the moon paint long, bold streaks of silver that trailed after the ship.
"Freedom, Jamie, is always all around you," Jack whispered, breath hot against his ear. "You only need to look to find it."
He sighed and pressed his forehead against the glass harder. He felt as if he were burgeoning helplessly among the waves, a feeling both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
"I wish your crew had waited," he said softly.
Jack chuckled. "Aye." Teeth tugged at Norrington's earlobe. "I won't forget."
"Forget what?"
"That you said no. That you were an honor to your station, if a nuisance to me."
He couldn't help but smile dryly. "And what good will that do you, Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack laughed again and raised his hand to caress the side of Norrington's face. "Trust me, good Commodore. No matter what happens at the gallows, remembering your behavior tonight will do us both a world of good."
Fin
Title: Freedom
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Norrington
Rating: PG (yeah, I don't get it either)
Sequel to "Silent as the Grave"
Unbeta'd, un-revised, un-anything. I did read it over to check for glaring surface errors. I'll probably post something more finished at a later date.
This is set during the space between leaving the island after the defeat of Barbossa and Jack's hanging.
"Brought me here for you to gloat, have you?" Jack drawled once the guards were gone and the restraints taken off. "Now that's not very gentleman-like at all."
Norrington didn't deign to answer as he poured rum into two finely-etched silver goblets. He turned and handed on to Jack. "I thought you might like one last drink before we land tomorrow."
"Under the guise of freedom, I see?"
"The guise, yes." He clinked goblets with Jack and took a sip. Then, feeling awkward, he turned. "I'm sorry your ship left without you," he said, meaning it. The truth was, despite Jack having tried to have his crew killed and ship rendered defenseless, Norrington had, God save him, developed a sort of fondness for the pirate. He was predictable in an unpredictable way and, quite strangely, not malicious. Jack did what was right by him; he didn't go out of his way to do harm by others, and that was something Norrington could respect.
"But not enough to set me free," Jack suggested.
Norrington sighed and walked behind his desk. "You are guilty of all the crimes you are charged with, Jack," he said as he sat. "What would you have me do? The law is the law."
"But the law and what's right are not necessarily the same thing," Jack replied, reminding Norrington of their "conversation" en route to Isla de Los Muertes.
"Nevertheless, my hands are tied. And pirating isn't exactly the right thing to do, either."
"It's the means, love." Jack sashayed towards him, holding his goblet delicately. "Keeps me at the end, as it were."
"I'm really too tired to decipher that one."
Teeth glinted and Jack settled on the desk in front of Norrington. "If I could sail forever with a crew content only to sail, with the promise of food, rum, and means to purchase the necessities of life, then pirating wouldn't be necessary. But I need a source of income, both to keep the ship sailing and the crew what sails here. So, you see, the ends justifies the pillage and plundering."
"All so you can sail?"
A dreamy expression crossed Jack's face as he stared out the great windows behind Norrington. "Aye."
"Why?" Norrington asked, genuinely curious. He felt lost, looking at Jack. There was a passion there, and evidence of an experience Norrington would probably never understand.
"A ship is freedom, love," Jack said. "Freedom and life. It's the all."
Norrington swallowed. "Freedom without responsibility is terrifying."
The dreamy eyes came into sudden, sharp focus on him. "Aye," Jack said slowly. "But responsibility without freedom is even more." Very deliberately, he set his goblet down. His hand rested on the arms over Norrington's chair and he leaned in.
This time, the kiss did not surprise or upset him. Norrington welcomed the salty, chapped lips that took his own, and the rum flavored tongue that gently invaded his mouth.
But it was over too soon, and then Jack was sinking to his knees, breath hot on Norrington's crotch.
"Jack." He caught Jack's chin in his hand. "No."
"Why not? You want it. Jamie-boy is standing at attention."
He smiled regretfully. "It's wrong. You're my prisoner. You needn't ..."
"I know I needn't."
But he shook his head again. "Drink your rum, Jack. And talk to me about freedom."
Still on his knees, Jack gave him long, measuring look. He seemed to strip Norrington bare, laying clothes and skin aside until he looked in the very essence of the man.
Norrington swallowed and shifted, aware that, if anything, the feel of those eyes on him aroused him even more than the prospect of the chapped lips around him, the clever tongue massaging him, and the wicked mouth having Jack's way with him.
Slowly, Jack shook his head. "No one exists like you."
"I beg your pardon?" Norrington managed out through the lump in his throat.
Jack didn't seem to notice his problem as he repeated, "No one like you exists, James. You give me the guise of freedom, the idea of dignity before death. I know how far we are away, and I can only assume you mean to keep me here before we land."
Damn the man. "The brig is ... infested."
"Aye. I noticed." Lips quirked upwards, almost hidden by the beard. "You give this, but refuse me."
"I don't want ..."
"Yes. You do."
He closed his eyes briefly in annoyance before continuing, "I don't want this on my soul as well. I can promise you nothing. You *must* face the gallows, you have been charged and there is no doubt of your guilt. You yourself admit quite freely."
"So give me one last pleasure." Hands slid up Norrington's thighs.
Norrington caught him by the wrists. "Can't you see my position?"
"Aye. And I've seen your position many times before. No one says no."
"Then why do you offer?" he demanded angrily, squeezing the oddly delicate wrists. "You know the outcome. You know your position. It's one of weakness, and I have you surrounded by my guards and in my office. I could. Do *anything*, don't you understand?"
Jack nodded calmly and twisted his wrists until Norrington loosened his grip. "To the victor."
"I want no spoils." Abruptly, he released Jack and rose. Going to the great window, he leaned his head against the glass and said, "Allow me the illusion, Jack, that I am a good man."
There was a sigh behind him, and the soft creak of wood. Soon after, Jack came to stand behind Norrington. He placed on hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss the exposed skin just below Norrington's jaw gently.
"You need no illusion, Jamie."
He laughed without sound, eyes closed tightly against the night. He didn't wasn't even surprised when Jack put both arms around him and rested his chin on his shoulder.
"Open your eyes, love."
"I can't."
"Please." Lips pressed against his skin, and against that tone, he was suddenly helpless.
The sea was black under the night sky. But there were patterns and variations that drew him. Norrington watched in fascination as the stars danced lightly over the glassy surface and the moon paint long, bold streaks of silver that trailed after the ship.
"Freedom, Jamie, is always all around you," Jack whispered, breath hot against his ear. "You only need to look to find it."
He sighed and pressed his forehead against the glass harder. He felt as if he were burgeoning helplessly among the waves, a feeling both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
"I wish your crew had waited," he said softly.
Jack chuckled. "Aye." Teeth tugged at Norrington's earlobe. "I won't forget."
"Forget what?"
"That you said no. That you were an honor to your station, if a nuisance to me."
He couldn't help but smile dryly. "And what good will that do you, Mr. Sparrow?"
Jack laughed again and raised his hand to caress the side of Norrington's face. "Trust me, good Commodore. No matter what happens at the gallows, remembering your behavior tonight will do us both a world of good."
Fin
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Date: 2004-04-15 09:41 am (UTC)That was really kick-ass. I loved it. :-D
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Date: 2004-04-15 11:29 am (UTC)Of course, this means I have to either write a sequel or just add more onto this fic, but that's okay. :)
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Date: 2004-04-15 12:07 pm (UTC)You probably have no intention of turning this into a trilogy/series/whatever, but I think that this fic works really well without the sex.
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Date: 2004-04-15 12:35 pm (UTC)