My Treasure (Norman Reedus Pirate)

Thirty: The Tavern

(Btw, here's an idea of what Jack looks like. Except no mutton chops. Just a black stubble. Sorry if there's too much smut. Just tell me and I'll dial it down. I mean, it's not like Captain Reedus got any actions for a few months. ;) )

Norman held the doors open for me, letting me go in first. I was greeted with the sound of fast violin playing with a mixture of bagpipes. Several men were shouting at each other, and women were walking around carrying drinks. A few glanced at us, but showed no interest. Assuming that these weren't tramps looking to bed a man, I let my guard down a little. Until I noticed a large amount of men staring at me, and that made me uncomfortable. Norman sensed my unease, and tightened his grip on my waist. I was still upset with him, but not terribly. I just hoped that he would still like me after the baby was born.

Norman led me to a booth in the corner of the bar, where I happily sat down. I rubbed my hand over my tummy, feeling the baby. I smiled a little, liking the feeling. Then I felt Norman's hand resting over mine, rubbing over my stomach as well. Norman's head rested on my shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

"I love you." He mumbled.

"So you've said multiple times tonight." I teased, leaning against him. I felt him laying kisses on my jaw, while his face pressed into my neck.

"That's because I love you." He mumbled. I knew he was trying to make up for not pushing that tramp away earlier. I felt his face moving down my neck, towards my collarbone. I giggled lightly, brushing his short hair back with my hand. His face wasn't lifting from my skin, and he was traveling lower, towards my more enhanced breasts.

"Quit trying to get into my cleavage." I whined, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"They've gotten bigger." He noticed, one of his hands unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. "I wanna see them."

"You can see them on the ship tonight." I said, moving my hand up to the base of his neck. Though I really wanted him to continue down into my shirt, I also knew that this wasn't the proper time or place. "Norman-" I didn't get to finish as he undid the second button, and I felt his beard scrape the top of my breast. "They'll see-"

"No they won't. I won't let 'em." He groaned, pulling away finally and starting to undo more buttons. "Scoot back." I nodded, and repositioned myself so that he was between my legs. Finally he released my breasts, and he eyed the mounds. I noticed that his eyes were darker from lust and he leaned forward, taking a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, arching my back against him, clawing at his hair. I glanced around the tavern, and saw Jack at the bar. Most of the other men were minding their own business, either hitting on tramps or downing mug after mug of brandy. I did notice, however, another man sitting across the tavern, eyeing us. I didn't like it, but quickly forgot as Norman's hand cupped my other breast, rubbing and pinching it between his fingers.

"Oh god-please don't stop." I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt his organ through his pants, and it was hard as ever. "More. Please, more." I begged, needing a release. Norman let go of my breast with his hand and used it to pull my pants down a little. Then I helped him lower his pants, releasing his monstrous cock. I moaned a little when I felt his already moist tip run up my soaking folds.

"So wet for me, aren't ya?" He growled against my breast.

"So wet..." I mumbled, feeling him push in slowly. At the time, I couldn't care less about anyone else in the bar at the time. I just focused on my pleasure.

When Norman was buried to the hilt, he switched his mouth over to my other nipple, leaving the other one coated with his hot saliva. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he started rocking his hips. I contracted tightly around him, earning a rough growl against my mound. I moaned, dragging my nails down his clothed back.