The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

Uncomfortable Feelings

Sparrow woke up to the panicky breathing of her pirate. He was sleeping, chest to her back and clinging to her desperately.

"Reaver?" she questioned sleepily but worried.

He muttered a couple of words. The only one she understood was "Anna."

Sparrow tried to pull away, but the pirate kept a tight hold of her. She sighed and wondered what kind of dreams could haunt a man who seems to have no soul.

The little bird took hold of his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. She let out a squeak as the Pirate king suddenly pulled her on her back and hovered over her. His eyes were glazed over which worried Sparrow.

"Rea-"

She was cut off by his lips roughly taking hers. In her surprise, she didn't kiss back. Reaver took her wrists and held them over her head.

Sparrow thought their lips fit perfectly together and she loved the sparks that flew between them, but she didn't know what to do. Her brain said to stop him, but her body was fighting against her.

The Pirate bit her bottom lip causing her to gasp. He took the advantage to probe her mouth with his tongue. He let one of her wrists go to have his hand slide under her pajama shirt. Her mind finally kicked in and she used her free hand to push him back. He withdrew from her and sat by her. They were both panting to try and regain their breath.

Reaver stared at her with a deep unsated hunger. It made her spine tingle.

She slid off the bed and without a word went back to her own room. She sat on her bed and put a finger to her lips. They felt swollen, especially where he bit her.

She loved the kiss, but he was moving too quickly for her. His hand came very near to squeezing her breast. At least this helped confirm her fears. Sparrow was in love with her captor.

Sparrow ended up falling asleep in her bed huddled in the blankets. She was awoken by a knock at her door.

She sat up and curse whoever was waking her up. "Come in," she said quietly.

The little bird was surprised to see a woman enter her room. She had black long hair and very tanned skin like most of the people here looked. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue and she was quite tall.

"Good morning," she greeted, stepping into the room.

"Uh, morning," Sparrow said nervously. "My name is Sparrow."

"I am Keira. I was sent by my Master to bathe you and find you suitable clothing."

"Master?" Sparrow questioned with distaste.

"It is not as bad as you'd think," Keira tried to reassure. "Now come."

Sparrow followed the lady out of her room and down the hall.

"I'm surprised you speak this language," Sparrow said.

"Yes. Most everybody in the castle speaks this language as well. We were required to learn for your friend. He used to be here quite often."

"I'm not surprised," Sparrow muttered, as they stopped outside a door.

"This is the private bathing room for our Master, but he has allowed you to use it," Keira explained as she opened the door.

Sparrow was relieved to see it was empty. They stepped inside the steamy room and waited for the woman to leave. She did not budge.

"Are you going to leave or-"