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Ye Merry Gentlemen by Sleeps With Coyotes (NC-17)
Fandom: MISCELLANEOUS JOHNNY DEPP MOVIES (Sleepy Hollow)
Pairing: Ichabod Crane/Jack Sparrow
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ciceqi
Author Website: Sleeps With Coyotes's Slash Fiction
Why this must be read: First of all, it's Sleeps With Coyotes. If you've ever read her work you know this is good. Eerie, magical, and above all, HOT, this story slashes two characters played by Johnny Depp. It just doesn't get any better than that!
Sleeps With Coyotes's own summary is "Headless horsemen in the back forty? Ghost ships on the Sound? Who ya gonna call?" Yep, you've got it. Constable Ichabod Crane is the only one with any qualifications to deal with the supernatural, so one Christmas he is tapped to deal with a ghost ship, The Black Pearl. Its cursed captain bears an uncanny resemblance to him and has an unnatural interest in him. Yum!
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Katrina's face floated suddenly into his thoughts, but he'd never kept any secrets from his wife, and she knew of his past lovers, all of them. She knew exactly why the Hessian Horseman had let them leave the Hollow once her stepmother's hold on the ghost was broken--nor had that been the only time since. She was remarkably tolerant of the fascination the dead seemed to have with him, saying only that he was what he was. It was the living that would get him hexed, but no one living drew him more than his own dear Katrina.
No one living. And Jack Sparrow didn't--quite--fit that description anymore.
"Well, well, Constable," Jack purred, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see just how close the resemblance is, shall we?"
He was pushed back onto the bed before he knew it, boots off, belt undone, and then he lost track of things entirely as Jack's hot mouth made its way down his chest by slow degrees. He was aware of a tongue thrusting into his navel, and he arched up to meet that teasing caress, hungry for its promise of more. He had no idea of how he'd come to be naked, but Jack was kissing downward, a faint chuckle sighing a warm breath across the length of Ichabod's shaft.
"Bloody hell, I hope you're not my grandson," Jack muttered feelingly, taking Ichabod in hand and running his tongue from root to tip, chuckling again as Ichabod bucked and whimpered. "Steady, lad, and let Jack do what he does best."
Ye Merry Gentlemen
This is Mojave Dragonfly signing off of the Crack Van for August!
Pairing: Ichabod Crane/Jack Sparrow
Author on LJ:
ciceqiAuthor Website: Sleeps With Coyotes's Slash Fiction
Why this must be read: First of all, it's Sleeps With Coyotes. If you've ever read her work you know this is good. Eerie, magical, and above all, HOT, this story slashes two characters played by Johnny Depp. It just doesn't get any better than that!
Sleeps With Coyotes's own summary is "Headless horsemen in the back forty? Ghost ships on the Sound? Who ya gonna call?" Yep, you've got it. Constable Ichabod Crane is the only one with any qualifications to deal with the supernatural, so one Christmas he is tapped to deal with a ghost ship, The Black Pearl. Its cursed captain bears an uncanny resemblance to him and has an unnatural interest in him. Yum!
Katrina's face floated suddenly into his thoughts, but he'd never kept any secrets from his wife, and she knew of his past lovers, all of them. She knew exactly why the Hessian Horseman had let them leave the Hollow once her stepmother's hold on the ghost was broken--nor had that been the only time since. She was remarkably tolerant of the fascination the dead seemed to have with him, saying only that he was what he was. It was the living that would get him hexed, but no one living drew him more than his own dear Katrina.
No one living. And Jack Sparrow didn't--quite--fit that description anymore.
"Well, well, Constable," Jack purred, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see just how close the resemblance is, shall we?"
He was pushed back onto the bed before he knew it, boots off, belt undone, and then he lost track of things entirely as Jack's hot mouth made its way down his chest by slow degrees. He was aware of a tongue thrusting into his navel, and he arched up to meet that teasing caress, hungry for its promise of more. He had no idea of how he'd come to be naked, but Jack was kissing downward, a faint chuckle sighing a warm breath across the length of Ichabod's shaft.
"Bloody hell, I hope you're not my grandson," Jack muttered feelingly, taking Ichabod in hand and running his tongue from root to tip, chuckling again as Ichabod bucked and whimpered. "Steady, lad, and let Jack do what he does best."
Ye Merry Gentlemen
This is Mojave Dragonfly signing off of the Crack Van for August!