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Fic: Running Out of Shirts
estelendur wrote in sparrington
Title: Running Out of Shirts
Author: Estelendur
Pairing: Sparrington (duh! :P)
Word Count: 344
Rating: PG, probably
Genre: Silly
Summary: Jack and Norrington have a swordfight.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns them and I have no money.
Spoilers: None whatsoever. Outside of movie-time.
Warnings: None really.
Notes: Written for piratechallenge
Special Thanks: Thanks to witchbabyweetz for the beta. ^_^ And thanks to Ring of Steel for teaching me stage combat.

"Well, here we are." Jack grinned.

"Indeed. Though I fail to see why you insisted that we meet aboard your ship."

"Why, good Commodore, the reason is quite simple." Jack drew his sword. "So all your incompetent little soldiers won't interfere." He lunged for Norrington.

Norrington hurriedly drew his sword and parried, then cast Jack's sword off and slashed at his waist.

Jack jumped back and circled around cautiously, watching for an opening in Norrington's guard, then attacking with a flurry of cuts.

Norrington avoided or blocked most. One attack slipped through and tore his shirt open. "How dare you?" he snarled, rushing at Jack.

"Ah-ah-ah," Jack warned playfully, easily avoiding Norrington's blade. Norrington stumbled past him. Taking advantage of the situation, Jack grabbed Norrington's collar and pulled him closer. He put his sword-arm around Norrington's waist and stripped Norrington's sword from his hand with the other.

"Give up?" Jack whispered into Norrington's ear.

"Give me my sword back, and I'll consider it," Norrington murmured, twisting around in Jack's grasp so he was facing Jack.

"Persuade me," Jack whispered, putting his other arm around Norrington's shoulders.

"Very well," Norrington said, leaning in. ‚"If you keep my sword from me, I shall be forced to take it from you by means of violence, and then I shall feel compelled to return to my home. If you give it up willingly, I will consider remaining here."

"Put that way, I have no choice," Jack said, releasing Norrington. "After all," he continued, pressing Norrington's sword into its owner's hand, "the Pearl is the only thing," he sheathed his own sword, "more important to me," he put his arms around Norrington, "than my own," he kissed Norrington once, "precious," he kissed Norrington again, "Commodore." He kissed Norrington a third time.

"When did your crew stop watching?" Norrington asked softly.

"Around when I tore your shirt," Jack answered, nuzzling the base of Norrington's neck, "I heard Gibbs order them below."

"You need another way to disguise our meetings, Jack," Norrington said. "I'm running out of shirts."

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Aww! The boys are so very cute here, and fooling absolutely no one. *g*

I can't decide whether or not Gibbs knows. *g*

CUTE!!! I do love the idea he keeps ripping his shirt! How adorable!

Yeah, I actually came up with a rationalisation for that:
Think about it: tearing the shirt gives a glimpse of what's underneath the shirt. How can Jack resist? :P Plus it would be a way for Jack to further prove his skill with a blade - he can't very well injure his James, but tearing the shirt without touching the skin would require that he be very very good at estimating his distance. So there. It's logical. ^_^

Heeh <3 Love the punchline.

ah. the old ripped shirt que.


i loves it.

I just wanted to tell you that your icon reminds me of those biscuits which are covered in hundreds and thousands. You know the pink ones? I love it. Sorry, just saw it and had to comment.


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Silly is so much fun.

I love your icon. :)

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Well, it's turnabout again, 'cause I love that icon, too. (Scruffy!Norrie!)

*thinks* *concludes* This exchange isn't quite silly... yet.

You're wonderful. Write something else. Anything. ^.^ I wait.

I'm trying to write something else... I almost promise to have something by Tuesday.

In fact, I can absolutely promise something by Tuesday. (I'm in a challenge group. Deadlines are the only thing that can make me write fast.)

Ha! Both so cute and so hot. I love it.

(And I think Gibbs knows. =) Aw Gibbs.)

Thank you! ^_^

Yeah, I think he probably does. But he knows his captain's happiness depends on being able to see his Commodore without the crew knowing, and Norrington isn't such a bad fellow as all that, despite his Commodoriness. :P (Giving minor characters motivations is fun, isn't it?)

Awwwwwwwww!! that's lovely :)

Poor Norrie. He's running out of shirts. That's ok, I don't think Jack will mind too much.

Jack won't mind, no. :D And I'm pretty sure that the people who will mind are people Jack would be glad to help antagonise. ;)

OMG, excellent!!!

At first I thought - wow, fencing innuendo. Then Jack kissed Norrington and I realized that they were used to that. Which makes it all the more hilarious, especially since the crew obviously knows. *LOL*

Wonderful! *adds to memories*

Cute! And so funny how they keep having their little sword games that clearly are not fooling anyone! ^_^ Poor James, what must his tailor be thinking? *teehee!!*

*snerk* Naughty boys. Nothing better than a bit of swordfighting as foreplay.

How do you write sword fighting like that?! Normally it's like really disjointed and heavy, but that was great. No fair(!)

I'm more than a bit late with the commenting and all, but I have to say I loved this!

'My own precious Commodore.' AWWWW!

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