Clean again

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A/N: POTC still doesn't belong to me and I'm not gaining anything from this but a buzz.

Jack turned the key in the lock and just leant back against the door. He could see Nell was shivering, whether from cold, or anticipation, or nerves he wasn't sure; perhaps even all three. He had to take stock; control his urge to grab her and throw her down onto the bunk to claim her. He shifted from the door and moved forwards, shrugging out of his coat as he walked; he watched her swallow hard at his actions, the apprehension in her eyes clear for him to see. He stopped beside the tub and slipped out of his waistcoat, letting it drop to where he'd discarded his coat.

"Right then, Nell, in you go else the water will be cold," he said, his voice low and calm.

Nell blinked at him, surprised when he reached out and gripped her elbow urging her into the tub. She stepped in and sat down; sighing as the water closed over her.

"Does your shoulder still ache?" Jack asked her quietly as he knelt down, resting his chin on his arms across the side of the tub.

Nell stared at him, her arms folded over her chest and her knees raised in the confines of the small barrel. 

"A little," she admitted; the warmth of the water seemed to amplify the various aches and pains she'd acquired on the island.

"The warm water will ease out a lot of the pain," he said quietly, a husky tone in his voice now. He kept his eyes level with hers, waiting till she eased slightly - he wouldn't rush this, wouldn't rush her; he'd wait till she was at ease with him. Jack realised that now might not even be the right time for he knew that several of the crew were preparing some food for everyone who had returned from the island and soon enough someone would be banging on the door. But that didn't mean he couldn't just touch her a little, relax her enough to make tonight easier on both of them.

Jack looked around and seeing a cloth that Lady Clarence had put out with some soap, and reached over and picked it up. 

"Lean forward, darlin', and I'll wash your back," he whispered, desire darkening his voice.

Nell watched wide eyed as he wet the cloth and ran the soap over it. He had to rub quite hard to get any sort of lather from the lump of hard soap, but soon enough he was stroking the cloth over her back, while Nell rested her cheek on her knees, her arms clasped around them as she looked at him. His strokes were light, circles on her skin, starting at her neck and going in wide circles below the water and across the top of her buttocks.

"Jack..."

"Shhh!" Jack watched as his hands traced over the markings on her back. He let the cloth slide over her skin and leaning forwards he kissed her cheek gently. 

"Just let me touch you, Nell." He licked at the shell of her ear, pleased when she shivered in response and her eyes darkened. "For now, just touch you."

She nodded, not really knowing nor caring to what extent he meant. She lifted her head and kissed him back; his hands caught her shoulders, the cloth clutched in one hand as he pushed her gently backwards and leaned in to sear her lips with a kiss that branded into her brain and soul his possession of her.

Nell's breathing hitched as she felt him shift and lift her foot drawing the cloth over the foot and up her calf, lingering over her knee and then moving inside her leg, moving in slow circles as he inched upwards. She could feel something building deep in the pit of her stomach; an ache that was low and throbbing, making her want to move back from him and draw closer to him all at the same time. Her body was languid as he reached the apex of her thighs, and she sucked in her breath when he lifted the cloth before he could touch her, moving down to her other foot. Nell let her head sink back as he paid careful attention to her other leg, drawing the cloth over her hip and up onto her stomach, moving upwards in slow circles that made Nell want to squirm, wanted to ask him for something she didn't really understand.

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