Elizabeth moaned halfheartedly as Will's hands and mouth traveled down her body, pausing at her breasts, and then continued down over her newly swelling stomach, and then finally down between her legs.
She looked up and began to count how many dips and cracks covered the ceiling of the tiny bedroom in their modest house, and then moved on to count how many water spots darkened the white ceiling. She decided she would check the roof the next morning, see what the problem was.
Her thoughts moved on to what she and her husband needed from the market, and she mentally wrote a checklist, planning on going to the market the next day also. She realized she'd need new dresses, now that she was beginning to show signs of her pregnancy.
She jumped, slightly startled as she felt Will climb back up her body and press his lips against hers. She really didn't mean for her thoughts to wander so, but with Will, it always seemed to happen.
She knew what was coming next, and as always, her thoughts drifted to Jack. She imagined it was he who was making love to her as he had that night 3 months ago and not her husband of a year.
At first she had tried to fight these fantasies, and had tried to force herself to feel guilt about this secret she kept to herself. But eventually she gave into the fantasy, and realized she didn't feel the slightest bit guilty for her feelings toward the pirate. She knew that thinking of him was the only way to get her through the expected couplings.
As she imagined looking up into the pirate's face, and seeing his lust filled eyes as she had once before, she felt herself grow closer to her finish.
Will shuddered over her, resting for a moment, and then ventured back down her body to bring her to her own climax. It was always easier for her to fantasize when she didn't have to look him in the face. She closed her eyes once again, imagined it was Jack, and cried out in pleasure, careful not to say his name, as she finished. Will was back up next to her, leaning into her, wrapping his arms around her.
She pressed her cheek against his chest, and once again her thoughts drifted to Jack and their night together. She smiled as she rolled over and turned her back to Will.
She remembered how Jack had touched her, and how he hadn't treated her as if she was a porcelain doll as Will often did. Elizabeth realized she wasn't nearly satisfied.
She ran her hand down the front of her body, stopping suddenly as her hand reached her stomach. She did a mental calculation of the time she had been with Jack, when she had last had her bleeds, and how many months the mid wife thought she was into her pregnancy.
She sat up suddenly, cursing herself. There was a chance that she was carrying Jack Sparrow's child. She looked at her husband who was concernedly asking her if she was all right. She bit her lip, and laid back down, realizing there wasn't anything she could do with this information; realizing now that she had another secret she had to keep about Captain Jack Sparrow.