Norrington releasing him relieves Jack's wish for flight somewhat. Curbs it into something he can manage. Hide behind a brash exterior of swinging limbs and maddening smiles. For a moment though he stares at it, the abused skin circling his wrist. The beginnings of a bruise starting to tinge the corners of the finger-bands blue. Jack rotates his wrist, feeling intently for the crack and snap of the joint resettling into place. Letting his mind wander for a second in an attempt to square with hisself that momentary slip.
What was that? Almost like... a possessiveness. Treasure. Intoxication. But more than that even. He doesn't understand it. Doesn't want there to be something to understand. All he wanted was Norrington, because for some reason Norrignton wants him -- oh, he wants him, certainly, Jack is convinced at this point, thinking of the force the Commodore kissed him with -- and he wants to know just why there is that wanting. Finds Norrington's behavior intriguing. And why now the man still decides to kiss him rather than engage him in a battle when it is apparent that he and Norrington both still have their swords nearby. But his own response is something else curious. Not just playful but demanding. Just as forceful as Norrington's reaction to him.
Maybe he wants to be caught in this circumstance.
That thought needs more time to settle and Jack mentally shakes off his wonderment. Drops his wrist to his side and looks at Norrington when he clears his throat. The man looks not at all effected, straight back and stiffed shoulders. Only the disarranged hair and redden lips give away what they were just at.
And oh, to taste those lips again...
No. The Commodore is speaking. Best pay attention or he might miss something important. Like an apology.
Jack chuckles at that, that Norrington should apologise when Jack suckered him into a kiss. Always the proper one, he is. The inner jibe buoys Jack's mood from the unsure place where it went.
"Prisoner you are definitely not," he says, twisting a hand around to gesture. "Things maybe different in your Navy but I don't go around kissing prisoners." He tries a leer but it falls flat and so Jack continues around it, as if it were never there. "But a place for you in me crew, eh?" He pauses to think, sauntering past Norrington to pace around the room. "And what would the likes of a Commodore prefer to be doing aboard a pirate ship? Wouldn't think you'd be partial to swabbing decks as it were," Jack muses aloud.
Suddenly he turns, and levels a stare at Norrington. "Decided to turn pirate after all? In the end?"
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What was that? Almost like... a possessiveness. Treasure. Intoxication. But more than that even. He doesn't understand it. Doesn't want there to be something to understand. All he wanted was Norrington, because for some reason Norrignton wants him -- oh, he wants him, certainly, Jack is convinced at this point, thinking of the force the Commodore kissed him with -- and he wants to know just why there is that wanting. Finds Norrington's behavior intriguing. And why now the man still decides to kiss him rather than engage him in a battle when it is apparent that he and Norrington both still have their swords nearby. But his own response is something else curious. Not just playful but demanding. Just as forceful as Norrington's reaction to him.
Maybe he wants to be caught in this circumstance.
That thought needs more time to settle and Jack mentally shakes off his wonderment. Drops his wrist to his side and looks at Norrington when he clears his throat. The man looks not at all effected, straight back and stiffed shoulders. Only the disarranged hair and redden lips give away what they were just at.
And oh, to taste those lips again...
No. The Commodore is speaking. Best pay attention or he might miss something important. Like an apology.
Jack chuckles at that, that Norrington should apologise when Jack suckered him into a kiss. Always the proper one, he is. The inner jibe buoys Jack's mood from the unsure place where it went.
"Prisoner you are definitely not," he says, twisting a hand around to gesture. "Things maybe different in your Navy but I don't go around kissing prisoners." He tries a leer but it falls flat and so Jack continues around it, as if it were never there. "But a place for you in me crew, eh?" He pauses to think, sauntering past Norrington to pace around the room. "And what would the likes of a Commodore prefer to be doing aboard a pirate ship? Wouldn't think you'd be partial to swabbing decks as it were," Jack muses aloud.
Suddenly he turns, and levels a stare at Norrington. "Decided to turn pirate after all? In the end?"