melt your silver down / kiss your lover's face / the sirens start to sound

[herotypical]

Who: [Bad username or site: lists_to_port title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: slaying title= @ livejournal.com]
What: a battle dome date
When: july 9th
Where: the battle dome
Summary: one part training exercise, two parts tourism
Rating: r -- for violence. and then who knows what. better to be safe than sorry idek?

Buffy Summers asked Jack Sparrow to meet her at the battle dome. It was a plan that had been discussed before the pirate had disappeared and now that he was back? Well -- she cared very little for dawdling. They had dawdled before but now was the time for seizing. She had yet to overcome the horror of waking up alone for yet another morning when she had expected to be the furthest thing from it.

People change. And Buffy mused quietly upon the changes to be found in Jack as she waited just outside the dome's entrance. She had a bag-o-weapons at her feet and a plastic bottle filled with some sort of over-sugared juice in her hand.

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[herotypical]

A soundless, under-her-breath laugh. "Then...if anything, you seem a little extra-moored. Not so unmoored. Wow, that word is starting to lose all..."

Buffy jumped ship on the sentence before its conclusion; she chose instead to catch his mouth again and haul him down with her onto the bed.

[all7seas]

"Finding," Jack responded, rolling beneath her. "Falling," he whispered against her ear, before pressing his lips to her throat.

[herotypical]

One of those things was not like the others but far be it from her to argue. She liked the sound of it, anyway. Falling. It was still an accurate enough representation and she tucked her knees against his hips. Assume crash positions, falling.

Buffy leaned forward and felt the hum of enjoyment from the back of her throat at least a half of a second before she then heard it.

[all7seas]

That sound drew a soft chuckle from the pirate, and for a moment he drew her close, squeezing his arms tightly around her. It was like one of her rib-crushing hugs but of course not QUITE so crushing.

"I've found many things that were important to me, Buffy. Discovered what they truly were. Everything's clearer to me, now."

[herotypical]

She made a farce out of struggling for air though she hardly needed to. But eventually she settled into a comfortable-but-in-control sort of half hug.

"Soul searching,..." she offered as a quiet suggestion.

[all7seas]

"It's not a shiny soul, but it's patched up better than I thought it would ever be." Jack let up a little on the hug but didn't let go. With Angelica, he had tried to make things right. Sending her father to hell hadn't been, in her opinion, a favor, and of course she was likely still plotting revenge on that account, but the pirate still knew that there had been no other course of action. He'd never have let her die.

[herotypical]

"...Five second rule." She wasn't sure what even prompted her to say it. Because, truthfully, in that analogy the soul in question would've been food-on-the-proverbial-ground for a lot longer than five seconds. But perhaps the five seconds were proverbial as well.

"It's still good."

[all7seas]

"Not certain 'good' would be the correct estimation, Annie." Try as he had to at least somewhat make up for his corruption of Angelica years before, Jack still did not think of himself as dwelling in the realm of "good." That place was for Buffy, and McCoy, and Kennedy, perhaps. And Hornblower, he guessed.

[herotypical]

"Actually? Not the kind of good I was talking about." As things were about to get Philosophically Deep for all of three seconds, Buffy sat up in her somewhat customary way of lording it over the pirate whilst straddling his waist. This freed her hands for gestures most dramatic.

"I meant more in the vein of still serviceable and soulful and working despite the, y'know, patching." This was, in fact, a mercifully scaled down version of the explanation. Her first inclination had been to shoot somewhere close to I meant like that Froot Loop you drop on the kitchen floor but you still eat it anyway because it's still good. But even Buffy Summers managed the forethought to realize that this explanation would have been...ill-advised.

[all7seas]

That simile would have earned Buffy a look.

"Aye. Serviceable: I rather like that. Serviceable. That's what it is, I suppose---and mine, free and clear now. No more Davy Jones chasing after it. No more Blackbeard to jerk me about, eh? It's mine and all my own."

[herotypical]

A well-deserved look, in all honesty. There was a reason why she last-minute bailed on that simile.

But thoughts of it flew off when the B-name was mentioned and she crept a hand close to where she knew the mark was. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Not that Buffy quite knew what it felt like to have a soul bound up in anything other than her own steely will but...but she'd witnessed enough soul-recovering to gain at least a rudimentary appreciation for the importance. And there had been that one time she had thought she had no soul at all, after returning. But that had been a false alarm. And her relief had been intense.

Free and clear and his and his own? Practically on that level, she thought.

[all7seas]

"Feels exceptionally wonderful, darling--especially now that I've my Pearl back as well."

Often it felt like he couldn't have one without the other. But he still shied away from her touching that mark; Jack gently removed Buffy's palm from his chest and kissed it.

[herotypical]

"...Want to hear a funny story? Okay -- sort of funny. Not like ha-ha funny but...the other kind of funny?"

[all7seas]

"Aye? Tell me your funny story, Buffy Summers."

So rarely were her stories FUNNY. Though then Jack suspected it wouldn't be a ha-ha kind of funny. He ran his fingers lightly up her side and back down to her hip again, waiting.

[herotypical]

This was yet another of her spectacularly unfunny funny stories.

"...Raven was half-convinced that 'Pearl' was a woman's name. Not that--" Not that Buffy for even the splittest of seconds thought that the two years hadn't come with their own new women with all kinds of names. "And being a boat was just a cover story."

[all7seas]

"Ha! Raven. The Pearl, a woman?" But even as he said it, Jack thought of the boat, and wasn't quite aware that he was caressing Buffy's hips and then her thighs with a particularly sensuous touch.

"The...the very THOUGHT, darling."

[herotypical]

"...See? Funny story. Kind of." But only allowed to be so now that Jack was back; after all, the conversation had taken place only hours after the pirate had disappeared.

Buffy leaned forward once again, planting her palms on either side of Jack's shoulders.

[all7seas]

"I don't want to think about other women right now, ships or otherwise," came the gruff murmur. "Not while the beautifullest one of all is right here with me."

The Black Pearl: still his first love, of course. Not his ONLY love, not anymore. She's only a ship, mate, he had said to Gibbs just before the crew prepared to abandon her.

Jack had never intended to abandon her that day. Elizabeth's machinations were superfluous. He would have stayed with her as the kraken took her down. That is what he told himself, and it might have been a lie, but it might equally have been the truth.

[herotypical]

"Now -- beautifullest?" She fell to kissing him. They were the soft kinds of kisses that she had taken a liking to ever since Jack Sparrow had begun to unwind her harsher, nigh-brutal bedroom habits. "That is definitely not a word."

But she didn't really care, did she? Not about made up words and not about whether there had been others. So long as they weren't here; here, he was hers.

[all7seas]

There had been others, of course. Humans. A sea-goddess. A mermaid. None of them mattered here or now, at this moment. Here? He was hers.