So guys! Hello I guess :)

First story, so I'm a little nervous, but hey, I love writing so I might as well upload something! I originally wrote this as a one shot, but it has the potential to become more, so you never know what might happen in time :)

Anyway, enjoy!

She was right there. Right there. She was calm, and quiet… and vulnerable. Any other day, with any other girl, Jack would have taken advantage of her without a second thought. But this wasn't just any other girl. This was Elizabeth Swann.

He had never formed an attachment to any other woman before. Attachments just created difficulties; it was so much easier just to get in and out (pardon the pun) before any real commitment was required.

But there was something about her. Something alluring, but not in the usual way, not just with her body language. She was strong, and confident and dangerous when she wanted to be. But throughout all of this, she still managed to remain feminine.

Despite having proven on many an occasion that she could be a complete badass, she had also shown that her humanity, her kindness and her morality had remained unchanged.

She didn't get upset often; that Jack new for a fact. Even rarer was the occasion that she found it necessary to drown her sorrows in alcohol. This was one of those times, and she hadn't held back; allowing the drink to mask her true feelings and pretend for a time that there was nothing wrong.

And she was all over him. Tempting him, torturing him without even realising. The hand that she let drop onto his chest, the small smile that played at her lips when he joked around. She was bold naturally, but she always held onto her dignity. That was something that she put at risk when she allowed herself to be free with the rum.

Jack gently stroked her arm. Starting at the top of her shoulder, and slowly making his way down to her fingertips, before moving back up to her shoulder. Up and down. Up and down. The action felt natural. Calming her felt natural.

She had passed her carefree stage, her borderline psychopath stage, and she was now in her final stage; highly strung emotions.

The final stage was sometimes Jack's favourite. He didn't need to watch over her like a hawk for one, but he also occasionally managed to get her to open up about herself, about her problems… about her true feelings.

It only took a couple of minutes of soothing to calm her down, and regulate her breathing. Sometimes he was scared that if he didn't calm her down, she would work herself up so much that she would break completely and never recover. It was certainly much quicker and easier for both of them if Jack stepped in.

"Elizabeth?" He said softly. More to see if she was still awake than to start a conversation.

"Yes?" Her reply was just as quiet.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Elizabeth took a deep breath in and sighed.

"I'm okay, but I've been better, I suppose."

Jack moved his hand to start stroking her hair.

"What is it, sweetheart? What's the matter?"

For a moment she was silent, trying to decide on how to best explain, a process which was only slowed by the alcohol running through her veins.

"I guess... I'm not even sure myself, Jack. I guess I'm just tired."

After a second's hesitation, he allowed himself to place a kiss on her forehead. Her lips curved into a small smile.

"Do you want me to leave you to sleep?" He sat up a bit straighter, signalling his willingness to go if that was what she desired. She grasped his arm and looked up at him. Her voice was firm but wavered slightly as she spoke.

"No! I mean, I'm not that kind of tired. Please don't leave just yet."

Jack settled back down, trying to stop a smug, childlike grin from spreading across his face.

"What kind of tired are you then, Lizzie?"

Her brow furrowed as she tried to concentrate on her words.

"I'm not sure, Jack." A moment of silence. He let her think. "I think I'm tired of... I don't know... Of life?"

Jack stopped stroking her hair, hit by a sudden panic. He took her face gently in his hands and looked into her eyes, trying to figure her out.

"Elizabeth, what do you mean by that? Please, love, tell me what you're thinking."

She closed her eyes.

"Don't worry, Jack. I'm not going to do anything crazy. I'm tired of routine, of my life. It's just lost its meaning. What am I even doing anymore? Everyday just feels the same."

He resumed stroking her hair as she relaxed back into him. He was slightly reassured, but not entirely.

"What do you want to do about that?"

"I don't know, Jack. I don't really know what my options are."

He bit his lip and decided to take a stab in the dark.

"Is it Will?"

Silence. Had he gone too far?

"What do you mean, is it Will?"

"Are you... Are you tired of Will?"

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked into his.

"I'm not tired of Will, I'm tired of waiting for him."

Jack chuckled a little.

"They're very similar things, love."

"I guess."

She closed her eyes again, and he didn't press the issue. She needed to rest. Jack bit his lip, wondering how much of this conversation she would remember tomorrow. She usually remembered bits and pieces. How much would she remember this time?

Jack wasn't sure how long he'd been with her for, but he could tell by her slow, deep breathing that she had fallen asleep.

He gently lifted her up and slipped away. He stopped to look at her. He couldn't properly look at her when she was awake, there was always the possibility that she would catch him staring. She was so beautiful. She was perfect.

Jack rubbed his face with his hands. She was asleep. She was just lying there. It would be so easy to kiss her. She wouldn't remember the feeling of his lips on hers, his hand gently cupping her face. She wouldn't remember. She wouldn't know.

He took a step closer to her; he was right next to her now. He was so close. He couldn't restrain himself. He leant down, and pressed his lips to hers.

Elizabeth jerked and a small gasp escaped from her mouth.

"Oh, shit." Jack whispered.

"Jack..." Elizabeth stared at him for a second, confusion etched across her fine features.

"Elizabeth, I am so-", she cupped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth back down to meet hers.

It only took Jack a second to respond. Pressing a little harder. Moving a little more desperately. Savouring every moment.

Suddenly, Jack pulled away.

"What's wrong, Jack?"

He shook his head. He suddenly felt so tired. She went to kiss him again, but he resisted.

"Lizzie, trust me, I want to, my god I want to, but I don't know if you want to..."

She held his face and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"I do Jack."

He placed his hand over hers, just for a second, before getting up and walking to the door.

"Lizzie, if you remember this in the morning, and you regret it, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry."

Jack bustled out of the room, bashing into the door frame as he did so.

Elizabeth fell back into her sheets and stared at the ceiling. What had just happened? The thought only buzzed around her head for a minute before sleep consumed her, saving her thoughts for the morning.