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Jack sighed and turned back to the pasty wench. She was so annoying, shouldn't even be here, and now she was causing trouble. Time for some fun, he thought, walking to her. "I don't feeling like fighting," he said grabbing the wrist that held the gun and forced it away leaning into her face. "I feel like pleasuring," he whispered tracing his tongue across her cheek.

Jack let out a deep throating rumbling chuckle as he traced her lips with his own. "Would you like to show off ourselves to my men," He licked her neck. "Would the safety of my room, mouse?" He slipped his hands on her waist squeezing slightly.

Jack smiled at her little rant. She really did perk his interest, but that would have to be taken care of later, he vowed as he pulled her toward the room. He would get a better look at his little minx, but now was not the time. He pushed her in and shut the door, the glare of the sunset making everything cast in shadows.

Jack leaned down close to her face and pressed his lips to hers softly, teasingly at first, then strong and forceful in the next second. Meanwhile he kissed her, he gently nudged her back towards the bed.

jack removed his mouth from her lip and ran his hands slowly, felling her soft skin, up from her arms, to her throat, and down her stomach bunching the fabric of her clothing but not removing it. He traced his fingers down her legs as well, massaging gently, adding pressure here and there.

"Do you not like it little mouse?" he asked looking up at her with sincere dark eyes. He slowly stood and picked her up to lay her down the long side of the bed and crawled onto the bed pulling off his vest, guns, and finally his rag of a shirt.

Jack grinned at her blazing eyes. "Everyone has a name that defies them and how they act." He placed his hand on the side of her neck and leaned toward her, forcing her down onto her back. His breath blew in her face. "Little mouse. It tells me you are strong for your size, you don't let that stop you, you don't let words twist your plans, that your not afraid to bring pain to those who deserve it." He leaned closer so that their noses touched. "That, little mouse, is why it suits you so perfectly."

He returned her smile and moved his hands over her wrists and held them above her head. "So tell, Alex," he drew out her name. "What made you think you could just hop on and join my crew, hmm?" he voice muffled against her collarbone.