Title: My
Name
Rated R
Warning: Hand job, mild cussing (if any)
Summary:
Jack finally sees the oppoturne moment to take what he wants... will
he be able to go through with it?
Jack's POV, so any thing in
italics are his thoughts.
Notes: Mmm... cookies... or peanut
butter cups? Anyway, I was wondering if someone can do fanart for
this story.
MY NAME
It was the golden moment, a perfet chance to have Elizabeth all to himself, for at least twenty minutes.
She was lying on her bed, eyes closed and snoring lightly. Jack had come down to see her, to see if she could take over watch tonight... but he didn't have the heart now to wake her up. His eyes fell upon her breasts... those beautiful, small yet full breasts that he so desperately wanted to hold in his hands. They were slowly rising... up...down... up... and down. It was hypnotic, and he could already feel his arousal press against his breeches.
He decided to do it. Why not? She was there, he was there, it was a simple lock on the door and he could finally have her. To himself. For a little while, at least. It was immoral, wrong, and decietful... but, then again, he was a pirate. And he would steal whatever he wanted... and he so wanted her right now.
Quietly, he latched the door close and removed his two belts. He pulled off his rings, his vest, and boots. Jack looked over at her and sighed. He couldn't wait... he could practically feel her around him already, and had to supress groans and sighs- he didn't want to wake her. Not yet. He wanted to surprise her... but how?
Jack went to scratch his head in thought, and felt his bandana underneath his fingers.
Perfect.
He untied it (something that hadn't been done in years... it crackled and stayed in shape in his hands), and bent over her sleeping form. He felt her soft breaths against his cheek as he blew lightly in her ear, causing her to pick her head up a little in annoyance. Quickly, he tied the bandana around her eyes and smiled.
"Mmmm... Will?"
Tha's not me name...
Jack kissed her, and felt her soft lips part under his, accepting his tounge. He darted his tounge between them and explored her mouth, tasting her refined taste of mint and a spice... rum. He groaned.
My Lizzie...
Jack lightly ran his lips over her chin and kissed her neck, making a hot trail down to the base of her throat. She moaned, and grabbed onto his shoulders, urging him to go on.
"Oh... oh..."
Oh.
"Yes... please, W- OH!"
Oh... Lizzie, I will...
Jack stopped kissing her long enough to unbutton her first shirt button.
"Will..."
"Shh..."
He knew
her and the eunuch had slept together, he heard them at night when he
laid in his cabin, all alone. He was never jealous of anyone before,
but every night he laid in his bed with a sickening feeling in his
gut- he wanted to punch Will so hard and knock all of his teeth out,
but he wanted to be the one entwined with Elizabeth on her bed. Many
times he felt... empty, inside, and he was tired of it. Sick and
tired, he wanted her, and dammit, I'm going to have her! Stop
talking... I'm not William- the- bloody- eunuch!
Oh so bloody beautiful...
"Kiss me... please, I love it when you kiss me..."
Jack ignored the last part of her sentence and moaned, lowering his lips to her right breast. It hardened underneath his lips, and he ran his tongue against it, feeling her arch up into his touch. She was sighing contently, not moving to remove the bandana... wench. She liked the mystery of what he was going to do next.
Soon his own shirt had been taken off, and Jack secured his hands on her pants, pulling them down slowly. His breath hitched and he bit his lips from crying out, she was so beautiful and wonderful and gorgeous and any other word he could think of right now. Carefully, he laid down by her side and began touching her- her cheeks, her lips, her breast- his fingers touched everything. He trailed down to her stomach, and rubbed little circles, making her groan loudly and gasp for air.
"Oh... Wi-"
"Sh!" Tha's not me name!!
Jack began thinking of the eunuch- when all was said and done, what would happen?
Then Elizabeth grabbed his hand and pushed it down to her womanhood, sighing and smiling as his tarred fingers began circling her opening, dipping in so she could clench at him.
Oh. Bugger Will... she's here, I'm here, and she's loving what I am doing to her...
"Oh... I-, oh, Wi- I... I love you..."
Jack's eyes widened.
Did she just...?
"Will? I love you..."
The
whelp. William.
Something in Jack snapped and he removed his hand and sat up. He looked down at the flushed woman next to him, the redness of the bandana accuenting the blush in her cheeks. Something felt like it was breaking, it hurt...
I'm a bloody pirate! Captain of a ship! I shouldn't feel this way...
"Will?" She sounded concerned now, sitting up. When she went to remove the blindfold, Jack stopped her and guided her back down to the bed. She smiled, and ran her hands up and down his arms, inviting him back.
I... I can't... Not
like this.
"Will?"
Stop. That's... that's not my name.
Jack reached over and pulled his shirt off the floor, slipping it on and getting up from the bed. He only had moments, maybe seconds, to gather everything. He stood at the doorway, with everything in his arms, and looked over at her one last time.
I'm not the one you want... Elizabeth.
She was sitting up again, feeling for him- no, William- in the bed. Jack sighed again and opened the door, leaving and running up to his cabin before she could have the chance to untie her blindfold and see him. That would be... very bad.
"Bugger."
Jack slammed his door shut and threw his belts and other effects on the floor, then stomped over to his desk and grabbing the bottle of rum that he left there. He took an angry swig, then looked down at the amber liqiud.
My name... my name is not Will... I am not William!
"I..." his grip tightened on the bottle neck. " ...am not..." He brought his arm back. "WILLIAM!!!"
And the bottle went flying and crashed into the wall, the liquid running down the wood. Jack cursed to himself and he roughly pulled his chair back, plopping down in it and resting his head in his hands. He needed to calm down, he needed...
"Where's me bandana?"
Oh... bugger.