When Sparrow insinuates a hand into his hair, tangling the locks among his fingers, clever fingertips massaging and rubbing at his scalp, Norrington very nearly moans, his eyelids fluttering closed. He bites his lip to hold back the noise which wants to escape. Partially as a result of being a Commodore, he often suffered from tension headaches- a tendency not at all alleviated by the events of the past few months and the chase of the Black Pearl. But Sparrow's fingers rubbing like that... the strain dropping away until he feels lighter than he has done in a good while.
But his attention is soon drawn from the feeling of Sparrow’s hands in his hair to the sound of Sparrow’s voice reprimanding James playfully for his language- cheeky- and then the feel of his lips once again on his, this time a firm, chaste press against the corner of his mouth- even cheekier. He’s about to answer, something faux-aloof and Commodorial, no doubt, though he’s not entirely sure what he intends to say, when suddenly Sparrow kisses him again.
Hard.
Now this is the proper kiss James had asked for; Sparrow’s lips firmly against his, moving just so, so that James is compelled to kiss back, lips sliding and pressing against each other, chapped and rough from salt and sea. Sparrow opens his mouth and then there’s a tongue, sliding out, tentatively running along James’s lower lip, and eagerly he meets it with his own.
But Sparrow is being… gentle, coaxing, almost as if he’s- what, tentative? unsure? afraid? No, no that’s wrong. That Sparrow is taking this slowly (and James is sure that the pirate isn’t this gentle with the many conquests he’s purported to have) suggests that there’s meaning behind it, and meaning is something James does not want. Give and take, push and pull. But this gentle, almost affectionate… it’s giving James too much time to think, and suddenly irritated, he kisses harder, fiercer, pushing Sparrow backwards with his body, daring him to push back.
Whether literally or figuratively, he once again doesn’t know, but he doesn’t really care at the moment- either would be fine with him.
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But his attention is soon drawn from the feeling of Sparrow’s hands in his hair to the sound of Sparrow’s voice reprimanding James playfully for his language- cheeky- and then the feel of his lips once again on his, this time a firm, chaste press against the corner of his mouth- even cheekier. He’s about to answer, something faux-aloof and Commodorial, no doubt, though he’s not entirely sure what he intends to say, when suddenly Sparrow kisses him again.
Hard.
Now this is the proper kiss James had asked for; Sparrow’s lips firmly against his, moving just so, so that James is compelled to kiss back, lips sliding and pressing against each other, chapped and rough from salt and sea. Sparrow opens his mouth and then there’s a tongue, sliding out, tentatively running along James’s lower lip, and eagerly he meets it with his own.
But Sparrow is being… gentle, coaxing, almost as if he’s- what, tentative? unsure? afraid? No, no that’s wrong. That Sparrow is taking this slowly (and James is sure that the pirate isn’t this gentle with the many conquests he’s purported to have) suggests that there’s meaning behind it, and meaning is something James does not want. Give and take, push and pull. But this gentle, almost affectionate… it’s giving James too much time to think, and suddenly irritated, he kisses harder, fiercer, pushing Sparrow backwards with his body, daring him to push back.
Whether literally or figuratively, he once again doesn’t know, but he doesn’t really care at the moment- either would be fine with him.