Oh.....!! Good Heavens....Where.......Where....am.....I ??
Evangeline emitted a small moan and squinted as her foggy mind struggled to decipher exactly into what situation she had been cast that would make her feel so out of sorts, thoroughly dazed and befuddled. She eased herself up on the bunk in which she was carefully lain and furtively took a quick look around.
The room was quite dim, but she could still make out a large desk coupled with a very ornate chair that seemed to be the focal point. There were windows; lots of speckled tiny paneled semi-curtained windows in which she could barely sneak a peek through. From her inconvenient vantage point on the bunk, she perceived that she was somewhere near water...or…
Wait...
Her brain halted mid- thought as she suddenly felt the slight repetitive rocking, and in that instant, it all came rushing back to her.
The incessant shrillness of the string quartet kept invading her thoughts as she stood on the balcony of the opulently decorated abode of Count Whoever or Lord of Wherever. There had been so many fancy soirees since the days had been steadily getting warmer that she didn’t care to remember who was who and what was what. She sighed wistfully, her gaze fixating on the serene coastline as she daydreamed about him, conveniently forgetting about the undulating celebration going on directly behind her.
It had been far too long…
Her body literally ached when she thought of his commanding touch…his sultry gaze that seemed to sear through to her very soul…his intoxicating kiss…..
She suddenly drew in a sharp breath of wanting, letting it slowly dissolve in an effort to maintain her composure. It had been almost a year without any kind of contact whatsoever, but her heart and spirit wouldn’t let her forget him. She couldn’t even bring herself to protest the fact that he completely owned her; Body and soul.
HE WAS HER ESSENCE.
She sighed again, shaking her head vehemently in a futile effort to clear her subconscious of him. She would be missed soon if she didn’t return to the party, and she couldn’t be caught in her reverie, with no possible way of explaining her thoughts; or any inkling of wanting to. No use in prolonging the inevitable.
She turned sharply to step back into the swirl of partygoers, when several dark forms suddenly impeded her progress. Her eyes went wide and a scream started in her throat.
“Shhhhh….We’re not going to hurt you,” she faintly heard one of them hiss as he quickly wrapped his arm around her crinolined waist and pressed a damp cloth gently to her lips. “It’s going to be ok…just relax…don’t fight …”
There was no possible way for her to resist as her head immediately felt fuzzy and her knees completely buckled out from under her. The last thing that she heard as she was being carried away from the party was a soothing voice close to her ear.
“Trust me, you’re going to be just fine. This is for your own good.
"Hello my love.”
His husky whisper brought her swiftly back to reality, her breath catching in her throat as she twisted to face whom she KNEW that bewitching murmur belonged to.
IT WAS HIM!
A slight shiver ran through her body as her stomach fluttered. He had her exactly where he wanted her. But then again, there was nowhere else she would rather be.
“James…” she uttered softly, lifting her eyes to meet his luminous emerald gaze. Her heart began to beat faster, as it usually did whenever she was in his presence. She quickly turned her face away before he could see her flush bright pink, not wanting him to yet discover the pent up longing that she knew was betraying her features.
She had to at least try to maintain a little decorum. She was, of course, supposed to be a dignified lady. But it was taking every last bit of her strength not to convey to him what an overwhelming effect he effortlessly seemed to have on her.
James furrowed his brow in concern, and closed the distance between Evangeline and himself. His nervous gaze flitted over her now conscious form.
“Gila?” he said, his concern evident in his tone. “Are you ok my love? Are you hurt you in any way?” He hastily lowered himself beside her on the bed and began a thorough scan for any sign of distress, all the while silently berating himself for having her brought to him in such fashion.
Evangeline quickly shifted to face him, a smile immediately forming on her lips at the uttering of his familiar nickname for her. Her heart began to soar as she gazed into those bewitching jade eyes of his once again.
“OH JAMES!!” Evangeline cried in elation as she flung herself into his waiting arms. “It is you my darling…Oh… How much I’ve missed you!” Tears of joy overflowed her glittering azure eyes as she clung to James, instantly vowing to never let him go from her embrace again.
Of course, as a split second of clarity wormed its ugly way into her joyful reunion, she realized that would be next to impossible. She quickly willed the moment away; this was not the time to let that tribulation ruin their fortuitous reconciliation.
James squeezed his eyes tight in relief and hugged her snug against him, quietly reveling in the fact that she had not been harmed. “I’ve missed you too, my love.”
Though Evangeline was hesitant to be released from the protection of his arms, she drew back slowly from him, her gaze drifting arduously over his rugged features. She was deliriously happy in the fact that her Captain had finally come back for her. She also knew that they should have words; her mind was swirling with a million questions, but she was totally overcome by just being here with him. Talking was most certainly the last thing on her mind at the moment.
James encircled Evangeline's slight waist and held her near to him as she rested her head on his shoulder. She reveled in the feel of his closeness, his warm breath on her neck, the way she felt his heart beat in excitement just by having her wrapped so near to him like he did. James closed his eyes and let her spirit flow through him, completely overtaking his senses, utterly rendering him powerless against her charms.
While not of her own doing, it was something she exuded without even realizing that it was even occurring. James sighed in contentment as he brushed his lips gently across the heated skin of Evangeline's neck. Her scent was faintly of lavender and lily; an intoxicating combination. He was, himself, just becoming aware that this was NOT a dream that he had been so cruelly awoken from like so many other junctures before: that she was finally here in his arms after what seemed like an eternity of being torn from each other.
Evangeline’s breath caught in her throat, and in easing her head back, she offered him full access to that most sensitive area, silently wishing he would kiss her there again. She shivered in anticipation as James accepted her obvious invitation, whispering her name as he nipped gently at her neck, his delicate touch sending waves of yearning though her already needy body.
"James…" she rasped in a deep voice, wrapping her arms around his neck and crushing her lips on his. She marveled in his taste of dark rum and salted ocean breeze and savored it; she had been aching for his kiss for far too long now. James barely stifled a low groan as her fingers lightly danced over his broad chest, eagerly capturing her tongue and deepening the sultry kiss in a battle of passions, as a rush of desire overtook him. It felt like a lifetime since they had been together in this way.
James' groan was palatable this time as Evangeline suddenly broke their fiery kiss, her eyes burning a cerulean flame as she gazed lustfully into his half- lidded stare. Evangeline entwined her fingers in his and pulled him steadfastly towards her. He relented; he was more than willing to let her take control of this seductive dance.
That was, at least for the time being.
Evangeline eagerly steered James towards his spartan desk, the place where he conducted most of his “pirate” business…but was now her target for a much more pleasurable encounter. She tugged anxiously on James's waistcoat which made him chuckle softly....It was undeniable that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and James was going to make certain that he surely didn't disappoint.
Evangeline pressed James back into his desk, resting his arse lightly on the edge, a mischievous look cavorting over her features as she seized him by his sash and drew him tightly to her. James wrapped his arm around her waist and tangled his fingers in her silky tresses, pulling her even closer yet, delivering a searing kiss on her eager lips. Evangeline moaned in satisfaction as his tongue slipped through her lips and took command of hers. A swift current jolted her body, completely overwhelming her senses as James gently nipped at her neck, his fingers drumming a rhythmic tune on the small of her back. His dancing fingers reached to tug at the hem of her chemise, urgently, his eyes soliciting a silent question to which she breathlessly granted him consent.
"Yes...my God...PLEASE."
A restless grin flashed on his lips, which quickly turned to impatient swearing at the lacing of her chemise, which was being terribly obstinate to his repeated urgings to come undone post haste.
So many obstacles.
Finally, James slid the chemise sleeves down Evangeline's creamy shoulders, sucking in a deep breath of anticipation as her flawless twin orbs were finally revealed to him. They were amply revealed, and anxiously aching for James' searing touch. His appreciative gaze roamed over her; now noticeably exposed, sparking in pent up longing as her pert nipples silently beckoned for his lips to tease and caress them.
James's tongue flitted over his lips before he dipped his head in to flick his tongue over the taut nubs, scraping his teeth ever-so-gently on the sensitive area, reveling in her pleasurable moans and hisses of delight. He breathed deeply of her, cupping Evangeline's face in his hands and amorously covered her mouth with his. His kiss was demanding, wanting...
He felt a surge of adrenaline run through him as her lips greedily devoured his. The cabin was like a sauna, humid and sultry. James felt his tunic cling to his back as the humidity left a slick sheen on their heated skin.
"It’s been far too long, my Captain,” Evangeline murmured breathlessly as he effortlessly parted her petticoats and slid in between them.
He skimmed his fingertips on the inside of her damp thighs as his searing kisses relayed how badly he craved her; how he ravenously needed her.
"Trust me my love… I know," James growled, pulling Evangeline towards him and spinning her to perch on his desk with ease. He quickly and with one deft move, removed her petticoats altogether, practically ripping them down the length of her, until finally, she was before him in all her naked splendor. His eyes gleamed as they skimmed over every inch of her breathtaking form, and he felt his breeches growing tighter as his hunger completely overtook him.
"I need you…." Evangeline whispered, anxiously tearing at his shirt, quickly peeling it off his sticky body before ceremoniously tossing it in a heap on the cabin floor. Pleased, her eyes widened in delight as they swept over his well-defined chest and his muscled arms. Arms that she craved wrapped tightly around her while he swept her to the heavens and beyond.
James arched a cunning eyebrow as he reached for the drawstring of his breeches, a wry smirk passing over his lips. “As well I can see, my love. And… THAT feeling is very mutual.”
Evangeline giggled softly. His confidence was contagious, and she anxiously chewed at her lower lip, anticipation boiling her blood as James wriggled out of his breeches, sliding them enticingly down his torso until finally he stood before her in his full glory.
Even fully nude, he still held as commanding of a figure as ever.
Evangeline smiled widely, beckoning him to her with a wave of her finger. He was sexy, virile, and captivating, all rolled up into one tantalizing man. The time was now to prove that destiny was never wrong; it had brought them together again at this moment in time for a reason, and she was determined to make their time together... unforgettable.
"Come here..." Evangeline purred seductively, and James wasted no time in shortening the gap between them. She rested her arse on the edge of his desk and ushered him between her legs, sucking in an anxious breath as she felt his hardening cock lightly brush the inside of her trembling thigh. She couldn't believe how ready she was for him; her moist center was already aching to feel him and it never failed to surprise and thrill her at the same time. With James, she was instantly willing, and aching to feel his generous shaft deep inside her, until she was screaming his name in complete and utter ecstasy.
Evangeline nibbled at her lower lip hopefully as she felt James' scruffy beard graze her cheek.
She wanted him inside her.
Enough of this tarrying about. Evangeline inhaled a deep breath of anticipation, scooting herself further back on the mahogany desk top, her ardent gaze locking with his, her pulse thundering in her ears. Sparks began shooting through her like white hot lightning.
James's blood was ablaze as he positioned himself, reaching down to guide his willing cock into her sweet, tempting salvation. Although he was wholly consumed with desire, he thrust gingerly at first, in order to let her body become accustomed to his thick length and impressive girth. It was painfully arduous for him to control his urges, but he wanted to fully concentrate on satisfying this beautiful creature's passion before his own. Every time they were together, she astounded him beyond belief. He had never wanted any other woman this fervently before in his life. He didn't know the exact reason, and he didn't fucking care; all he knew was how he felt when he was totally immersed in her. It was eternally incredible, like nothing he had ever felt before.
James groaned as she tightened around him, spurring him to quicken his pace, reveling in the pleasurable moans radiating from her. His emerald eyes bored deep into her own, searching for reassurance that he was satisfying her better than anybody ever had. Or for that fact… ever would.
Evangeline wriggled frantically underneath him as his fingers tightly gripped her hips, looking for leverage as he continued his assault on her addictive center. "Yes…” she growled, grinding her hips hard into James' throbbing cock, bringing him deeper inside her and screaming his name as he found her sweet spot. The mini fireworks signaled the ultimate explosion that was about to befall her.
Her mind was whirling, and her skin was arcing as James leaned in to lap a trickle of sweat that was beading in the valley between her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm, my love," James rasped, grasping the back of Evangeline's head and bringing her lips within inches of his own. "Tell me Gila," James growled lustily as he entwined his fingers in her damp, tousled hair.
Evangeline moaned frantically, her hunger completely overtaking her as James circled his cock around her torrid walls. Feeling him this way was always surreal to her; her whole body was trembling as he continued to thrust deep inside her. The little bit of pain that his bountiful cock was inflicting on her was overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that was overtaking her entire being. James hissed in pleasure, gritting his teeth, sweat raining off his glistening body, as he concentrated on meeting her wanting thrusts, her body moving in a rhythm that matched his own ardent hunger.
Evangeline moaned and raked her fingernails sharply down his back, leaving tell-tale red streaks that he was definitely going to be feeling later. James bit his lower lip as his breathing became ragged. He was close, but he was determined to make her scream his name before he started his ascent. His attention was fixed on Evangeline's focused expression... her tightly closed eyes… her anxiously wrinkled forehead…
She was about to go hurtling over the edge soon enough; and he was the one going to bring sweet rapture to her.
“That’s it, Gila.”
James' throaty whisper fueled Evangeline's pent up urge and she felt herself start to rise, like a firework ready to explode into the sultry night air. She abruptly arched her back and cried at the top of her lungs, squeezing James's midsection between her thighs, her tense body rising, high and higher until...
" JAMES...oh my God!!"
James ducked in to furiously crush his lips on hers as she finally exploded into a million sparks that she swore scorched the heavens for a long glorious moment before silently raining down to settle contentedly between them.
“Gila,” James rasped as Evangeline deeply dug her fingernails into his back, spiraling him into his much anticipated release. The sheer intensity ripped through his taut body, leaving him utterly spent, yet completely fulfilled.
James grinned, exhaling a contented breath while shaking slightly. He let his desk be his rock as he slowly wound down, waiting for his bearings to trickle back to him. His mind and heart wound in a joyful parallel. He was once again back in the arms of the woman he utterly adored; the one he could never get enough of.
Both of their bodies were saturated as they lie, reveling quietly in each other, waiting for the moment when their breathing became regular again and they could carry on a decent conversation.
Well, James wasn't sure that it might already be too late for that.
A slight giggle from Evangeline swayed James from his reverie and he twisted on his side to face her, uttering a silent curse as the tip from his feather pen poked him in his hip. He shook his head and chuckled.
His desk?? Well, it was used to plunder in a different sort of manner this time.
“What’s that cocky grin for, my Captain?” Evangeline teased, brushing a strand of his copper hair from his eyes and smiled affectionately at him. Although their circumstances were far from perfect, she was happier then she had been in a very long time. Just being with him inspired her; she felt whole and complete. She was invincible, and she knew that she would have to be resolute for it to remain that way.
James chuckled softly. “I’m just overjoyed that you are finally here with me,” he answered. He leaned in and placed a possessive kiss on her forehead, his intense emerald eyes boring into hers. “Where you belong, my love.”
“As am I.” Evangeline smiled softly at her beloved Captain, doing her best to contain the whirl of conflicting emotions that suddenly arose from within her. He was finally back in her arms after their prolonged separation; she couldn’t let him detect the storm that had already started brewing inside of her, of her terrifying fear for him, and of his present safety.
James grinned at her affectionately, but then his expression turned sheepish as he realized that he had to try to explain the way they came to be together. He had to tell her why he had to have her brought to him. So to speak.
“My love...," he began. "I regret that I had my crew abduct you in the way that they did.” James pursed his lips ruefully as his thoughts wandered back to how terrified she must have been being seized abruptly as she had been. “But, as you are well aware, I’m not the most welcome person in Port Royal these days. My enemies are always on the watch for any offering of me.”
“Shhhhhh,” Evangeline pursed her lips as she shushed a very complacent James. “It’s not any fault of your own, darling.” She quickly scrambled to sit, taking his hand in hers as reassurance. “I am fully aware of the dire circumstances. And, I wasn’t harmed in any way. “
She leaned in close to convince James with a smoldering kiss. “Whichever way fate determined that it was to bring us back together, it was surely meant to be.”
They gazed silently at each other for a few blissful moments, completely apart from the tumultuous world just waiting to pounce and rip them apart with its harsh reality.
“CAPTAIN FLINT!!!” An insistent pounding at James’ cabin door suddenly shook them both out of their contented reverie. The worried voice boomed its urgency. “I sincerely apologize for the intrusion, but I need to have a word with you…immediately… If you don’t mind.”
A dark scowl settled firmly on James’ features, his demeanor altered suddenly from attentive lover to the notorious Captain Flint, leader of all pirate brethren. “What IS it?!” he demanded, frantically motioning for Evangeline to make herself scarce, whilst he angrily strode stark naked to his cabin door, apprehension overriding the need for decency at the moment.
He was thoroughly enraged at the interruption, as he had given his crew strict orders NOT to be disturbed unless Blackbeard himself was plundering his ship and taking his crew asunder.
Flint flung open his cabin door, glowering hot at his quartermaster, John Silver, gritted his teeth and hissed angrily. “There had better be a fucking damned good explanation for this intrusion.”
Silver sighed heavily, arched a surprised eyebrow, and cocked his head, his gaze quickly flitting over Flint’s obviously bare form. Although the situation he brought to his Captain was most dire, he couldn’t help to shoot a barb in his Captain’s direction, though he most certainly realized he might have hell to pay for it after. “Well, I can see that you have at least dressed for the occasion.”
Flint pressed his lips together and swallowed hard. Damned Silver. Cocksure as the day was long, but all in all the only man that Flint would take this kind of insubordination from. Flint shot a quick look over his shoulder and noticed that Evangeline had burrowed herself under the covers of his bunk, so he turned back to Silver, his voice as sharp as a long handled dagger and threw the cabin door open wider for him, warranting him entry.
“Just get in here.”
Silver nervously cleared his throat and proceeded cautiously into Flint’s lair. A quiet smirk flashed across his lips as he noted the disarray of his Captain’s desk, and how hastily Flint struggled to at least barely cover himself with his tunic, finally crossing his arms and offering Silver a concerned look.
“So please advise …What brings you here with such urgency?” Flint asked.
Silver felt a tiny pang of relief that Flint didn’t cuff him for being so salty with him just now. He blew out a frustrated breath, his eyes darting to the obvious knot of sheets trying “its” best to be invisible in Flint’s bunk.
“May I speak plainly?” Mr. Silver requested.
Flint’s gaze snapped towards his bunk, his eyes softening for a split second, than nodded reassuringly at Silver. “Go on. There is nothing to fear here.”
Silver nodded, a worried furrow crossing his brow. " Word is that there is a British patrol frantically surveying the area searching for a certain...ahhhh... someone." Silver's eyes wandered back to the bed where Evangeline lie enshrouded in a flurry of bed sheets. "Someone, whom they think, by a distressed witness account, may have been 'taken against their will' by a 'villainous group of unsavory ruffians'."
Silver leaned in on the desk, his expression somber, his eyes bristling with trepidation. "Apparently this..'person'... is related to a very important British Naval Officer, and the whole damn Royal Navy is scouring every inch of Port Royal to find them."
Silver leaned in even closer to Flint, his words clipped, his tone tense, hoping he would drive his point across to his rebellious Captain. "EVERY SINGLE INCH."
Silver then stood to his full height, his steely gaze imploring Flint to give this reconnaissance the utmost seriousness it fully deserved. "If the Royal Navy finds us and finds..." Silver tilted his head in a silent gesture towards Evangeline, "there will be absolutely no mercy on any of our souls." Silver blew out an exasperated breath and pulled his fingers anxiously through his dark mane of hair. "Especially yours," he finished.
Flint glared intently at Silver for a long moment, wordlessly weighing the information he had just been given by his somber quartermaster. It wasn’t like he was unaware that this was coming; He was certain that THEY would be searching for her when it was found that she was missing.
The rewards far outweighed the risk, FOR HIM. But not for his crew.
Flint sighed heavily, and reached for the decanter of rum that had somehow survived the torrent of activity that had just occurred on his desk. He partook in a long swig, knowing full well it wouldn’t help him bring forth the best course of action to get him, Evangeline, AND his crew out of this predicament in which he had put them. Also, to quell the pang of guilt that the now felt for doing so. He was also well aware that he'd had no choice in the matter. He was desperate to see his Gila, and he had to do whatever it took to achieve just that: Get to HER.
Flint's essence was literally ripped in two. He wanted so desperately to just direct Silver to damn it all to hell and prepare to defend themselves against the wrath of the ranks of the British Royal Navy, so that he and Evangeline could somehow escape to the freedom of anonymity. A deserted island, perhaps. Maybe the uncharted parts of the Americas; anywhere where the two lovers would not be recognized, for especially who HE was, and live out their lives together in relative peace and serenity.
The other side of Flint instinctively knew that he and his crew could not take on the sheer numbers of the enemy and come out in any kind of shape to vanish and remain an infamous thorn in the side of the Royal Navy, or anyone else who dared come against them.
Flint assayed Silver's questioning gaze with his own unyielding stare. "I shall need a few moments to deliver my order."
Silver pursed his lips and nodded curtly. He knew from experience he should utter not one word of dissent towards his unpredictable captain. "I and the crew shall eagerly await your command," the quartermaster replied. Silver's gaze flickered purposely towards Flint's bunk as he abruptly turned on his heel and promptly exited the cabin.
Flint nodded sharply, waiting until Silver was out of his cabin to exhale the clenched breath of distress that was wreaking havoc on his entire psyche at that moment. He didn’t want to appear weakened or distracted in the eyes of his quartermaster or crew, so he had to give them his verdict post haste.
He also realized that whatever his ruling was, it would change the rest of his... ALL of their lives, for better or for worse, now and forever.
But it had to be done.
James cautiously made his way to Evangeline, who by now was sitting on the middle of the bunk, her arms wrapped around her, head resting on her knees, a wide-eyed look of panic etched across her delicate features.
“Gila”, James whispered hoarsely, “I take it that you are aware of the situation at hand, my love?” He grasp her hand tightly in his and met her worried gaze with his own.
Evangeline squeezed James’ hand in understanding and nodded. “Yes. I’m so very sorry darling.” She warily lifted her head to nuzzle in the nape of James’ neck. “I know my father wont relent on trying to locate me...and...and…,” Her fearful gaze locked with his. “As you are fully aware, he is ruthless beyond words.” She clasped James in an agitated embrace. “If he finds me here with you and your crew…”
A strangled sob escaped Evangeline’s lips. “I…I can’t, my darling, It’s just too dreadful to try to fathom.“
James winced as he drew Evangeline in a tight embrace, silently cursing himself for putting her in this all too danger some situation. But then again, did he have any other choice in the matter? “Shhhhhhh….Please don’t agonize my love. When the dust ultimately settles, the resolution will firmly be in our favor. I can promise you that.”
He gently lifted Evangeline’s chin, resolution running through his veins as he beheld her tearful demeanor. “I have envisioned a strategy that shall help us escape our predicament,” he said.
James held Evangeline’s distressed gaze steady with his. He needed her to fully comprehend what he was about to propose to her. It was essential for both of their well-being that she acquiesce to his expressed desire, for he was resolute that he would not abandon Evangeline once again. He knew his passion for her would never subside, and he desperately needed her to visualize that and agree with him. If they were ever to have any semblance of a future together, as circumstances dictated, it would have to start right now. This very instant.
He was fully determined to make that happen, come hell or high water.
No matter what the cost.
Toby Stephens as Captain Flint and Gabriella Wilde as Evangeline
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Fanfic from the series Black Sails created by Starz