Deep water {willxjack }

thirteen

A/N

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Third person pov

It's been around a fortnight since Jack and Will escaped Port Royale, with the help of Elizabeth Swann.

The Royal navy and the East India Trading Company, were yet to find or even hear about the Black Pearl or any of Jack's crew who had stocked up on supplies and were right now docked at a remote island somewhere between Singapore and shipwreck cove.

Jack stands against the railing of his beloved ship, and gazes out to sea, the moon and stars reflecting perfectly on the mirror like surface of the water, and breathing in the fresh ocean breeze that blows through his hair.

He smiles slightly, everything is perfect right now. He's got his ship, and he's free, and living on an island in the Caribbean, but most importantly, he has Will by his side.

Speaking of said Will, his ribs have healed and he's back to his energetic self and all but bounds onto the deck and throws his arms around Jack.

"What are you doing out here, Captain?" he whispers, noticing that Jack shivers at his use of the word Captain.

"Just thinking, that everything is working out right for us," Jack replies, turning his head and kissing Will.

Will moves back a bit, allowing Jack to turn around fully before pressing needily against Jack. After his forced rest, Jack had been treating him gently, at if he was a china tea set, and Jack was afraid that he'd break, but Will wanted more. He needed to be held by, touched by Jack.

《Would you look at that, an NBC's Hannibal reference. Yay.》

Jack turns them around, so that Will is pressed between the railing and Jack. Jack runs his hands down Will's back and hoists him up.

Will wraps his legs around Jack's waist and his arms rest around Jack's shoulders. Jack holds him under his thighs and makes his way to his chambers, their lips barely leaving each other's.

Jack closes the door to his room with his foot before depositing Will onto his bed. He grins at that. William Turner was laying in his bed, utterly dishevelled. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, his soft, pink lips parted slightly, his eyes, their pupils blown wide, focused on Jack, his hands quickly pulling off his shirt to reveal a toned body, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Jack leans down, capturing Will's lips again, interlocking their fingers as he kisses his way down Will's body. He leaves a mark on Will's chest, and pulling his pants down on one side, he leaves another on his hip.

Will arches his back at Jack's touch, the only thought in his mind being Jack. Jack... who's wearing way too much clothes. He pulls at the hem of Jack's shirt and he gets the message, lifting it over his head and pulling it off.

"I love you," he murmurs and Will's heart catches in his throat when he sees the pure adoration in Jack's eyes.

"I love you too, Captain Jack Sparrow."

A/N

There you go. It's all done. Sorry about the bad smut, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I can't write smut. At all.

But other than that I think it came out pretty good, do you?

Let me know what you think in the comments. Please and thank you.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I love you so much!

Bi.