Nothing but a little sweet, harmless, Sparrabeth fluff whilst I procrastinate writing my other story...

He couldn't help but stare at her as she ran across the deck. It was raining heavily, and she was completely soaked, her hair dark with moisture swinging about her face in heavy locks, his white shirt stuck to her body with the rainwater. It was of course, the only thing she was wearing, and it was much to large, covering her almost to her knees, but its soggy state nonetheless revealed every trace of her body that lay beneath.

They were the only two on board, naturally, or he had no doubt in his mind that she would still be lying perfectly naked his bed.

The ship was tied up at the Tortuga docks, and the whole of the crew was in the raw town, no doubt blowing every last piece of their plundered specie in the prevalent taverns and brothels that resided there.

"Jack!" She yelled at him over the drumming of rain on the deck boards. "Come out here!" she demanded, pointing at the space before her.

"No... I really don't think I shall." he answered, leaning against the door to his cabin.

They had been lying in bed resting, as it were, when she had heard the rain begin, and had grabbed his discarded shirt and ran out into the storm. Not entirely willing to spend the night alone, he had retrieved his breeches and followed her as far as the door. Between them they were nearly fully dressed.

"Come on, Jack!" She laughed, spinning in the downpour. "You smell awful enough as it is!" she taunted him.

"Oh, I smell, now, do I?" He asked, mocking insulted. But he walked out into the rain with her, and slipped his arms about her waist.

"Yes you do." she answered, waving a hand before her face. "Positively reeking."

"Oh, is that so? Because you're not exactly fresh as a daisy yourself, dearie."

She laughed, and ducked out of his arms, running forward to swing herself about the mast.

"In fact," he continued, striding up to her again, "I'm half temped to simply throw you overboard."

"Is that so?" she asked, bringing her face close to his, expecting a kiss.

"Quite so." He grabbed her up, marriage style, and walked over to the railing, dangling her legs over the edge, tauntingly. She laughed and grabbed about his body, pleading him not to drop her, knowing he would do no such thing anyways.

All of her fighting and squirming soon ended as their mouths met, and she found herself sitting facing him on the railing of his beloved ship, with his bare ribs pressed close between her thighs. Thighs which both soon realized were completely unclothed.

"Shall we find our way back inside?" He asked, already well aware of her answer, inferring it from every detail of her body; the way her fingers were tangled in his hair, the way her legs were wrapped inextricably about his back, the way her breath fell hot and bothered against his forehead.

"Please, yes." She positively moaned.

"Very well." He answered, slipping his hands about her bottom and lifting her up like a child, and walking back into his quarters, and dropping her back onto their bed. Immediately walking away, he shut the cabin doors, and turned back to her.

"Now. Where were we?"