Sparrington Oneshots

Sparrow

Another cute one. Again, not good at this type, more for drama. But I try.

Norrington lie in his bed, his eyes closed the the picture of his mind would be clearer to see as he slept. His pale chest rising a falling slowly, his shirt hung over the back of a chair as he felt it was too hot to wear it. He still kept on his briefs and frowned ever so slightly, rolling onto his side. But his legs wrapped in the sheet he used to cover him, making it fall to just above his waist.

The moonlight beam giving his bare back a soft glow, the little shadows, outlining the muscles as they contracted and relaxed until he was comfy in bed. He let out a soft sigh as he continued to sleep.

Some time had passed and James soon smiled as he heard boots trying to creep across the floorboards, the soft breeze from the now open window made the curtains dance slightly. James then heard shuffling around before he felt the weight of the bed shift as someone climbing in and lie next to him. That's when he opened his eyes. He looked at the man in front of him who'd curled up slightly, he then reached out and pulled him close, wrapping an arm round his waist and kissed his shoulder blade.

"There you are my little birdie." He said quietly. The golden skinned, scarred man, turned around, onto his back and looked at him. The kohl round his eyes only brought out the lovely brown colour.
"Where were you?" He asked softly. He watched as the captain smiled at him.

"Well, there was a bit of trouble in Tortuga. But nothin' serious." Jack whispered. He then kissed James softly and curled up against him, tired.
"But 'm here now 'n I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. Savvy?" Jack mumbled. James chuckled and nodded, he just wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

He knew this wasn't right, that he should be disgusted and disappointed in himself. But he hasn't felt so alive in all his life. He knew Pirates went round, taking gold and committing crimes. But he was the one who felt like he has got the treasure, and is thankful he has it to himself. He then closed his eyes again and he started to sleep. Whilst he thought.

Maybe this pirate thing isn't too hard. As he thought earlier, he had his treasure. His treasure was his little birdie. His little birdie names Sparrow.