Curiosity and the Kiss
Declaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, or even this scene
"I always knew you were a good man, Jack," Elizabeth said, and leaned forward on a sudden impulse. Her lips met Jack's for the kiss that was long overdue. This kiss was hers. She had wanted it, been ashamed of wanting it, and at last had it. It didn't matter that she was kissing a man other than her fiance, she wasn't being disloyal to Will. She didn't love anyone but Will, but she was curious. Curious what it was like to kiss Jack. Just a bit infatuated. Not really. She loved Will, she didn't love Jack. She only wanted this one kiss, that was all.
Jack's slightly rough lips moved hungrily and lustily on hers. She had had what she wanted. She wanted to pull away, but she knew what she had to do. She moved forward, answering Jack's lust. Elizabeth forced him back, farther and farther, until she felt him hit the mast. She ran her hand down Jack's right arm from where her hand lay on his shoulder. Her fingers found the shackle on the mast, the cold of the metal contrasting with the warmth of Jack's skin. She slipped it around his wrist and closed it, pulling about of the kiss. The shackle and her teeth closed violently at the same time. She felt her lips draw back in a snarl, her lips and Jack's a millimeter apart, almost touching. Cold flooded her heart, horror at what she had just done.
"It's after you, not the ship. It's not us," she forced herself to say, her lips moving numbly. "And this is the only way, don't you see?" She half-gasped desperately. She wanted Jack to understand. If he didn't understand, she felt he would die. She leaned her head slightly to one side, wanting to kiss Jack's lips again, to ask for forgiveness, if there could be any. But she didn't kiss him. She had promised herself that it would be one kiss, and one kiss alone. And how could he forgive her what she had done?
"I'm not sorry," she whispered. What a lie. That was probably the worst lie she had ever told. Their lips were still almost brushing. Her breathing was harsh, her teeth still set in determination. There was no going back now. Her soul was a black pit of despair. She wanted Jack to say something, if even to accuse her and curse her. She thought she would die if he didn't say a word.
"Pirate," he said finally. The word was at once a challenge, an acknowledgment, an accusation, a release, a forgiveness. There was an undeniable ring of finality there. It was the end.
A/N: If you want me to do Jack's POV on this, review!