This is not the first time I've written fanfiction, and not the first time I've written for this fandom/pairing. However, I would like to point out that this will be my first 'M' rated story, and my first attempt(s) at writing smut. Please do not criticise too heavily.
Enjoy!
Captivated
Chapter 1
"After all, I know that you'd never put me in a position that would compromise my honour," Elizabeth breathed quietly, Jack's hand reaching out to stroke her cheek with feather-like delicacy. In response, he smiled slightly, a grin that would have made her weak at the knees had she noticed it flit across his tan face.
"What honour?" he challenged, equally as quiet, as though if they spoke any louder, this wonderful game they were playing would be shattered.
Elizabeth didn't have a moment to register what he was implying, and barely enough time to realise he'd even spoken before his lips had crashed down on hers, his free hand gripping her waist, and his other hand, previously lingering on her flushed cheek, having moved up to tangle in her golden strands of hair.
Her hands came up to grip the tops of his arms tightly as she responded fiercely to the kiss. She half-heartedly considered pulling back when she felt Jack's tongue trying to part her lips. Against her better judgement, she granted him entrance, and she felt her heart flutter like it never had before as their tongues moved against each other. She and Will had never kissed like this before, and she couldn't help making the comparison that Jack was a much better kisser anyway, as the time waned on, their lips still fused together.
Elizabeth was becoming increasingly light-headed, due to the awareness of what they were doing, and also from a lack of necessary oxygen. However, Jack showed no signs of stopping soon as she felt his hand starting to bruise her waist, still mashing his lips against hers with infuriating passion.
The inner battle continued to rage ferociously; Elizabeth's need for oxygen versus her desire to never let this kiss end, until her body decided to let neither win. With a groan of half disappointment, half panic, Elizabeth felt her hands slip from Jack's arms, her mouth wrenched away from his, and she almost hit the floor. Fortunately, Jack realised what was happening, and his arms encircled her in the moment before she lost consciousness. He stared down at her crimson cheeks and swollen lips before he grinned slightly. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, much like his own, and he thought suddenly that she'd never been more beautiful than she was in her current disposition.
"Cap'n! Is Miss Swann alright?" Gibbs' voice resounded as the world, that had seemingly faded away, returned to Jack. He looked up at Gibbs' worried face, wondering if he'd seen…if anyone had seen.
"Oh, she's perfectly fine, Mister Gibbs," he answered quite smugly. "I think I'd best be takin' the lass to 'er cabin. If you wouldn't mind, fetch 'er some water from the galley."
"Aye, right away, sir," he nodded eagerly before hurrying off. A few crew members looked over to where Jack was still holding an out cold Elizabeth, peering nosily.
Turning away from them, he tightened his grip on Elizabeth and lifted her up, balancing her precariously in his arms as he carried her over to the double doors beneath the helm and down the stairs that lay behind them. When he reached the corridor at the bottom of the stairs, he seriously debated whether to take her to his cabin or her own. Remembering what he told Gibbs, however, he frowned and turned left towards hers.
As he walked towards her door, he quickly cast a glance down at her face, her face reminding him of once forgotten dreams he'd had as a boy of angels that came to visit him. He almost stopped for a moment, but a slight groan from her sent him on his way again. She seemed to have control over his every move even when she wasn't conscious.
With quite unnecessary force, he kicked her door, almost sending it flying off the hinges. He swore under his breath, and moved inside. The room smelt as Elizabeth did; a wonderful mixture of lavender and the sea he found very endearing, though of course, he'd never tell her that.
He moved past the desk and over to the bed situated in the very corner of the room, laying her down gently and resting her head back against the pillow. Her forehead wrinkled into a frown and her mouth twisted into a grimace. He looked down at her lips, still slightly bruised, and smirked. Leaning down again, he brushed his lips over hers ever so lightly, and her eyelids fluttered open, but he was too preoccupied to notice. He finally kissed her, and she smiled into it, her eyes slipping closed again. Jack pulled away quickly, slightly confused, and looked at her questioningly.
"Mister Sparrow, it's rather inappropriate to take advantage of an unconscious woman," she reprimanded him, more serious that not.
He grinned, flashing a couple of gold teeth as she opened her eyes again. "I didn't hear ye complainin', love. An' it's Captain Sparrow to ye."
She blushed. "My apologies, Captain Sparrow. However, I do believe that I would have refused had my mouth been available at the time."
He held up his hands in defence, fighting the urge to laugh lest it annoy her. "Fair enough, love. I shall leave yer lovely bein' to yerself then."
He made to leave the room, but in a timid voice, she called out, "Jack?"
He sighed, inwardly smiling gleefully, and turned around with a half-bored expression plastered on his face. She blinked once before continuing, "My head hurts."
He raised an eyebrow doubtfully. "Really, love? And this has nothing whatsoever to do with ye perhaps wantin' me lovely company, 'cause ye really can't resist me dashin' good looks?"
"Certainly not!" she replied quite angrily. She scowled at him and turned on her side, facing away from him. "Fine, Captain Sparrow, you may leave."
He frowned. "Love, I was only jokin'. I know yer still betrothed to yer whelp…'scuse me, William, so I'll leave if it makes ye feel more comfortable."
Despite saying this, he made no move towards the door, but started backing away when she sighed heavily.
"Fine. I'll see you later, Jack," she said, speaking quite resignedly.
Just then, Gibbs walked in carrying the water that Jack had asked him for in a bottle that previously held rum. Jack turned towards him, and almost asked him what the devil's mother he was doing in Elizabeth's room, but when he saw the water in Gibbs' hands, he grinned and snatched it from him, shooing him with his other hand. Gibbs rolled his eyes and left as Jack looked at the bottle.
"Lizzie? I asked Gibbs to fetch ye some water. It might help with yer headache," he said, keeping the sarcasm out of his voice as he moved over to her. She sat up and eyed the water as if wondering whether he was going to poison her.
"That was nice of you," she muttered, looking down and fiddling with her hands distractedly. "You can put it on my bedside cabinet before you leave."
Jack gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing slightly. She pursed her lips and looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to leave, or put the bottle down, or do…something instead of making her squirm under his gaze.
"Maybe I don't want to leave," he smirked, taking a quick drink of the water he still held. Elizabeth's eyes focused on a single drop that dripped down onto the bare expanse of bronzed chest showing through the gap in his white shirt. Her breath hitched in her throat. Jack's smirk only widened considerably as he studied her.
"Something wrong, love?" he enquired innocently despite the grin still etched into his features, taunting her as she struggled internally. "Ye seem…distracted."
She coughed suddenly and met his eyes again. "There is nothing wrong with me, thank you. I am perfectly fine."
"Then why…" he continued, surprising her by moving closer, "pray tell, are ye rather flustered? And why," he moved one step closer, "do yer pretty eyes keep a-wanderin' down below me neck?"
Elizabeth's cheeks flared a beautiful shade of scarlet; Jack had to restrain himself from losing his self-control and ravaging her there and then. She seemed to notice his eyes turn darker, and she swallowed nervously, watching as the lust washed over his face. He gently placed the bottle down on the bedside cabinet, leaning in close enough to hear Elizabeth's heavy breathing.
Her blood boiled as his obsidian eyes bore into hers, desire coursing through her veins and flooding her system with its warmth. She felt as though those charcoal orbs could see through to her very soul, could read every thought that sped through her jumbled mind.
She felt frighteningly naked under his piercing gaze, but what was even more frightening was the fact that she liked it more than she feared it. She wanted him to kiss her, to touch her with his weathered hands…found herself wondering what they would feel like gliding across her skin, lifting her up high above the clouds…into a limitless world until they floated serenely back down to the real earth within each other's arms…
Jack noticed her eyes had glazed over and travelled down to his lips, her own parted slightly, allowing him to hear her shallow breathing more clearly. One side of his mouth upturned in a seductive smile. She noticed and let her eyes travel back up to meet his. The air silently deafening them seemed to be pushing them together with its unseen hands, until Jack took matters into his own hands and grabbed the tops of Elizabeth's arms, pulling her into a bruising kiss and pushing her back down onto the bed at the same time.
A groan escaped Jack, and Elizabeth felt his need pressing into her thigh. Surprising herself with her sudden forwardness, and startling Jack even more, Elizabeth began mindlessly tearing at his clothing with blind eyes; so deeply engaged in the kiss were they that the necessity for sight was quickly forgotten. He regretfully pulled back from her, pulling the linen shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor with no second thought.
The rest of their clothing was quickly discarded to the floor and Jack spread Elizabeth's thighs, nestling his hips comfortably in between hers. Suddenly, she was scared.
She cupped the side of Jack's face in her hands, whispering, "Will it hurt?"
Jack smiled gently at her question, and replied, "Aye, love. But after, I'll let ye feel nothing but the most wonderful experience of yer life."
Elizabeth nodded, only half-reassured, and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and pushed into her slowly, reaching her barrier. She gasped slightly at the sensation and looked at him with wide eyes. His smile had faded, for he knew what was to come next, and he hated to inflict any pain on her whatsoever. She realised he was seeking permission of sorts, and nodded again…an unspoken way of telling him that she knew she could not blame him for refusing to stop should anything come of this.
He kissed her deeply once more and pushed forward.
That seemed like a relatively appropriate place to stop. Next chapter, unless I chicken out and decide otherwise, will be smut. Do not read if easily offended. But then, why are you reading 'M' rated if easily offended?
Reviews much appreciated!
WD,
xo.
