The two Heroes searched for a house that wasn't so decrepit. In the end, they stayed in a small two story house. They both rammed an aged bookcase in front of the surprisingly still attached door and gathered the rest of the furniture to build a small fire, upstairs. They didn't talk much, seeing as neither of them had anything to say to each other.
Unfortunately, the beds were too broken to use, so the dingy floor was their comfort.
The two skillful shooters sat by the fire across from each other. Reaver was becoming irritated at the aspect of sleeping on the hardwood floor with Sparrow most likely on the other side of the house. It was infuriating that she would not fall for his charm while any other woman would pay him to jump into his bed. Why was she any different?
Sparrow shivered hard. The nights were even colder than the day if that were truly possible. Reaver noticed her movements causing a smirk to spread across his face.
'You seem so cold, Sparrow. I suggest we cuddle together for warmth through this bitter night."
The Hero considered the idea for a minute causing Reaver's grin to twitch down into a frown.
"Fine," she decided quietly.
"Pardon?" Reaver questioned. He thought she was just going to ignore him.
"I said okay but only because I really am cold... And no funny business or I will cut your perfect skin."
The Pirate grinned again as his ego rose. He knew he was perfect but he still rejoiced from the words coming from her lips.
Sparrow groaned again when she saw his smirk. Like his ego needed to be any bigger. In his shoes, the Hero would hate herself.
As much as the floor let her, the little bird got into a comfortable sleeping position with her back to the fire.
After a few minutes, Reaver's feet shuffled over to her. Then when a few more seconds passed, he closely laid behind Sparrow.
Our Hero fell asleep swiftly with the added warmth behind her. Our Pirate took it a step further by wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Reaver delighted in how their bodies felt pressed together. Now only if they were both naked, he could truly cherish this murky night.
His real plan crossed his muddled mind generating another frown on his charming face. Oddly enough, he felt slightly against his own idea... but that was ridiculous.
This little bird was not going to change who he has been for the last few hundred years. HIs identity... Reaver would never be changed.
With great difficulty, he drifted away into a non-peaceful sleep.
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The Unwilling Queen of Pirates
FanfictionIt's been about six years since the death of Lucien and Sparrow made her wish. She wished she could be selfish and save her dog but her heart was pure. While the workers were saved and returned home lost and confused, Sparrow had lost everything. He...
