A/N If this all seems a bit familiar, that's because it is, but before you give up on me, I ask you this question: What would have happened, in the "I do want to know what it tastes like" scene…if the black spot hadn't appeared?

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. It belongs to dirty, nasty Willabethers by the name of "Disney". Psh.

"You'll have the chance to do something…something courageous. And when you do, you'll discover something,"

Jack looked over at Elizabeth with his eyebrows raised slightly, his expression bored, waiting for the comment she'd probably been perfecting all day.

"That you're a good man." Elizabeth finished, almost mockingly. Jack smirked and turned his head.

"All evidence to the contrary." He answered smartly, looking down and running his pal along the smooth surface of the Pearl. Elizabeth laughed softly.

"Oh, I have faith in you. Do you want to know why?" she asked childishly, batting her long lashes, twisting around to face him with pursed lips. Jack rolled his eyes lazily, playing along.

"Do tell, dearie." He sighed sarcastically. Elizabeth fluttered her eyelashes temptingly again and slipped in front of him, turning her head up, unbearably close.

"Curiosity." She said, the corners of her mouth turning up in a teasing smile. Jack looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, turning his head towards her, his attention caught. "You're going to want it," Elizabeth continued, lowering her voice. "A chance to be admired and gain the rewards that follow." She laughed, tauntingly. "You won't be able to resist."

Her voice lowered again and she moved closer, looking at him through her lashes. Jack's blood boiled as he challenged her eyes…daring her to go on.

"You're going to want to know…what it tastes like."

She was so close to him now, her breath brushing his lips softly as she spoke, her tantalizing mouth just inches from his. Jack stared at her, his eyes gleaming, and turned closer, tired of wasting time. She sent shivers down his spine, made his skin crawl, set his nerves on fire.

"I do want to know what it tastes like." Her murmured huskily.

"But…seeing as you're a good man," she whispered innocently, turning her head up as he stepped closer. Jack grazed his fingers along her cheek and against her hair as she spoke; leaning in closer to her mouth with every word until her lips almost brushed his as she spoke. "I know you would never put me in a position that would compromise my honor—"

Her last words where barely spoken when Jack closed his mouth on hers, tangling his hand in her hair and drawing her tightly against him. She was so close, but he wanted her closer, needed her closer.

Elizabeth trembled and her body seemed to shrink in his arms. She slipped her hands up to his neck and touched him gently, parting her lips ever so slightly. Jack moved his hand down her back, keeping her pressed against him. She squeezed the collar of his coat and turned her head slightly, suddenly, to the side, so he kissed her cheek.

"Jack…" she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. Her eyes sparkled with sadness, with guilt, even shame. "This is wrong." Her voice quavered. Jack lifted his head with an impatient sight and gave her a look.

"Feels right to me, love." He said with a shrug, leaning in to recapture her lips, aching to taste her on his lips again. Elizabeth pulled back, shaking her head.

"What…what about Will?" she asked, moving his hand off her back. He jerked it out of her gently grasp and brought it to her hair.

"What about 'im? He's not here to object, is he?" Jack answered, pulling her back. Elizabeth closed her eyes and pulled his hand away from her cheek.

"I love him."

"Do you?" Jack challenged softly, his dark eyes staring firmly, unwavering, into hers. He smirked when she failed to answer. "I can see right through you, darling."

"Stop it, Jack. You know I love Will. I- I don't know what happened here- It was wrong! I love him." Elizabeth reiterated, her face hardening. She hated how his knowing eyes made her question herself so deeply, brought her doubts to the surface. Jack jerked his hands out of her grasp again.

"You show it so well, Lizzie." He snapped sardonically. She flinched, still trying to look firm in her conviction, though the truth in his barb rang loudly in her ears, attached itself to her heart.

"You manipulated me!" she accused sharply, a little bit desperately, hating herself for giving such a weak reason. She needed to get a way, now. Before her walls came crumbling down. Jack was laughing at her, cruelly.

"You tried so hard to get away, love. Kicking and screaming, weren't you?" he leered, and dangerous edge to his voice. HE grabbed her wrists and pulled her close again. "You want me to manipulate you?" he asked, his voice like she'd never heard it before. Poisonous, dark, threatening.

"Let me go, Jack." She demanded, pulling at her wrists, genuinely frightened.

"Do you really want me to?" Jack growled in a low voice. She swallowed, and Jack smirked nastily when he saw the conflict flare in her eyes. He kissed her again, roughly, with reckless abandon this time, and threw her against the side of the ship. She gasped as her back hit the ridge, and tears sprang to her eyes more of shock than actual pain.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Jack snapped, "Just what dear William might feel should he discover what a lying, shameless little vixen you've become."

He scowled and turned away from her tears, leaving her slumped against the side of the ship.

Elizabeth touched her lips, remembering the feel of his mouth hot against hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned softly, wondering who she was hurting more by carrying on with this deception, this lie she weaved around herself, a web so think because she refused to let herself give in to sweet sine. Who was she hurting more, Will? Or…herself?

A/N: Review, please!!!! And hey, do me a favor: go watch that scene on your DVD, and give me your opinion on how I captured the movements and emotions of the scene. I'd love you forever. Well, I'll love you forever if you just review…please...:)