Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor The Notebook.
"It would never have worked out between us, Jack." rung in his ears like a ghostly siren. Distant, and wailing. His response to her remark, "Just keep telling yerself that." Wasn't what she wanted to hear. Lizzie was a stallion of a girl. She didn't want him to coincide with her remark, she wanted him to argue, to take her mouth into a flaming kiss and finally unite what should have already been.
The rum bottles surrounding him reminded him of his heart. Cold, empty, drunk dry. Some nights he woke up, smiling like a loon, having had a dream of holding his Lizzie in his arms again, but after realizing he was dreaming, broke out into dry sobs. "Jack?" someone said. He sighed. "What did I tell yer about leaving me alone when I'm in me cabin!?" He snapped suddenly. He wiped a tear from his cheek and stood up, back still facing the door.
"Jack, please. I, I need to talk to you." He startled. That voice—that was the voice of a young, English woman. "What?" He snapped again. "I don't got anything to discuss with yer so just, just go away." He heard a choked sob, then the sound of a shoe scraping the floorboards. "Wait," he turned around finally, coming face to face with the woman that tore his heart out so many times, but could always make it three times its size.
She sniffed. "Lizzie, I, I want yer, God knows I do, and I can't take one more night without ye falling asleep on me chest. Or one more mornin' without ye layin' peacefully b'side me." She smiled sadly, "Jack we can't, what about Will? Or, or my father, they wouldn't be very happy about this." He took her hand and laid it palm-down in his.
"Lizzie, it don' matter wha' other people want. It don' matter wha' I want, wha' Will wants, wha' yer father wants, what do you want?" A tear escaped the corner of her eye and fell until Jack wiped it off with the back of his and. Elizabeth closed her eyes when he touched her and seemed to drink him in.
"It's not that easy." She said, another tear falling down from her sea-green eye. This time he kissed it off, trembling slightly when he heard her moan. "Why not, love?" he whispered into her ear. She gasped, "No matter what I do, someone will get hurt." Jack looked sadly but determinedly into her eyes. 'but if ye don' do wha' you wan', you get hurt, pet."
He held her close to him, rocking back and forth. She laid her head on his chest and if someone had walked by just then, they would have thought they were dancing to music that only they could hear. Lizzie shifted, Jack thought she was just turning her head but she kissed him on the chest. He trembled; she started to kiss everywhere she could reach. His chest, his shoulder, is pectoral, his arm, his chin.
He was lost in her caresses, they built up a storm inside of him that only she could tame. Her hands worked their way down to his belt buckle, unsnapping, unbuckling, untying. He still found that he could not move, her touches were keeping him immobile for what seemed like eternity. He had never lost his mind to a woman before. 'But,' he thought, 'this be no mere lass, this be a Pirate King!' she had powers over him that he had never felt vulnerable to before. Her lips traced a line along his jaw line, and that's when he snapped.
He pushed Elizabeth up against the wall and assaulted her neck and chest. She gasped harshly and wove her long, delicate fingers through his dreads. Jack put one of her legs around his hips and her other one followed suit, completely closing the distance between them. He ground his hips into her and she moaned an animalistic moan, biting her bottom lip.
"Jack?" Elizabeth groaned. "What, Liz?" He asked, voice muffled by her shoulder. She never answered, just went on making noises that to Jack's ears, was like sweet, sweet music. He carried her to his desk and sat her down, never stopping his attack on her skin.
Her sudden yell told him where she liked to be bit most—under her earlobe—so he continually went back to that area. "Jack, I, I don't know how long I can do this." He questioned her with a "Hmmm…?" She moaned-slash-laughed and continued, "Jack, you need to make love to me—NOW!" without missing a beat he ripped off her dress, ripping it quite a bit, while Elizabeth took his shirttails out of his breeches.
Clad in nothing but underwear, Jack and Elizabeth continued their kissing. Elizabeth put her hand down Jacks underwear and slowly stroked his length. His head was forced back and he let out a strong growl. "Aye, Lizzie, yer killin' me!" He exclaimed, low and husky. She smiled knowingly and grabbed his member with her other hand, and traced random shapes all over "him".
Jack twitched violently, his manhood feeling full enough to bust—not in a good way—and he wasn't looking forward to that. He snatched her hands out of his pants and put them in his hair, "Make sure ye have a good grip, otherwise you migh' fly off to tha moon." He winked and got on his knees in front of the desk, eye level with her sex.
She groaned in want, and he watched a drop of her nectar fall down the lips of her sex. He licked it off before starting his "dessert" of her. 'Too bad it can' be Lizzie A La Mode' He thought, storing this idea away for later use. He licked her sex from top to bottom slowly, and all she could say was, "Jaackk, JAACKK!!" He growled while he was licking, causing vibrations that she very much enjoyed.
His tongue lashed over her small, pert clit, causing her muscles down there to tighten suddenly, then release. Her orgasm coming closer she screamed his name in a line like "JackJackJackJackJackJackJACK-JAAAACK!" she came. He licked her clean while rubbing his sore scalp that Elizabeth had almost ripped off. He stuck his finger in her tight wet slit and she bit his shoulder. Rotating his finger he pushed in another. She moved her hips in rhythm with his fingers and it hit him, he could barely push one of his fingers into her, and two was her limit. So how in Gods name was he going to fit inside her? He didn't know, but he sure was going to enjoy finding out.
When he felt her tighten around him and heard her scream he knew it was time. The bulge in his underwear was beyond ginormous—and Elizabeth noticed. Jack was taking off his undies when Elizabeth glanced down, cleared her throat, and said softly, "Uhm, Jack?" "Hmmmm…?" He answered. "Uhm, Jack I'm…I'm…Uhm…" Jack looked at her. "Wait, are yer trying to tell me after all this time you've been wit tha eunich tha' ye still got yer…uh…virtue?" She nodded. He looked at her in shock, then smirked. "Then this is a big moment for ye, hm?" She nodded again.
He smiled, she wanted to save her maidenhood for him. Little ole Jack Sparrow. He glanced down. 'Well,' he thought, 'not too, too little.' "Aye…" he said, "Uhmm, well, ye still want ter go on with this?" She nodded a third time, and he smiled. "Alrigh'." He said, still grinning. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly put the tip of his head into her. She grabbed his shoulders in pleasure, then looked at him expectantly.
He pushed in another inch or so, and he felt his barrier. He looked at her and she had this look in her eyes, of…of…trust? Yes, it was trust. "Jack," she started, "I…I love you." He was surprised, just as much at the fact that she said it as how he felt about her saying it. When other women in the past had said it he just said "Aye," and continued thrusting. But this….this was different. Elizabeth, his Lizzie, was confessing her feelings for him.
"Aye, Liz, and I love you." He replied, stealing a kiss. When he went to pull away she bit down on his bottom lip. As hard as it was he still moaned in indescribable pleasure. The Lizzie he knew was sweet, innocent, gentle. Had he created a monster? He didn't care, all he knew was he liked it…..a lot.
He slid in further, feeling her barrier begin to rip. She whimpered in pain against his lips and kissed him harder to get her mind off her aching core. She gasped in pain and exclaimed, "Jack just get it over with!" Wordlessly, he thrust past her barrier and several tears fell down her face. "Oh, Elizabeth," Jack said, about to cry himself at just watching her. He kissed the tears away from her face and pulled out of her.
"No, Jack, keep going…please." He said. Even though it pained him to cause her more pain he continued, just as she wished. She still whimpered and grunted in pain here and there but pretty soon they turned into whimpers and grunts of pure bliss. She pushed her buttocks off the desk and wrapped her legs around Jack. He carried her like this, still inside her, and placed her on a mat in the floor.
"I'm sorry if yer unhappy with tha..er…arrangements." Jack said, being embarrassed that he didn't have a bed to suit her. "In this current… oh!.. .position… unhh… I'd be happy.. ahhhhh… anywhere." Elizabeth said between moans and groans. The fact that he was causing her so much pleasure caused his orgasm to build up. He pulled out, taking long slow breaths. He had just started pleasing his girl, he wanted it to last as long as possible.
When he had calmed down some, he re-entered her. She moaned, "Jack, oh Jack!" which brought him close again. He gained speed, he thrust into her faster and harder then rougher and then she screamed his name one last time and his vision went cloudy.
Lying on her chest, he re-gained his breath while she stroked his hair. She suddenly pushed herself him off of her and began to cry. "Shh, Liz what's wrong?" jack asked, concerned. "Wh—what have—have I DOOONE!!" she wailed. "What about Will? I'M ENGAGED, JACK! I have ruined everything..eveyone. What will I do when Will finds out about this? What about my father? Oh God, my Father!!"
She was having a near-panic attack now. Her breath sharp and quick, and the color draining from her face, "Shh, love, its alrigh'" Jack petted her hair, shushing her. "Jack—Jack I have to go." He froze, "You—you will be back…right?" He held his breath, waiting for her answer. "Jack, I don't…I just don't know." "What about tonight, hmm? What about what just happened, doesn' that mean anythin' to you?" He snapped, more out of heartbreak than anger.
"Jack, of course it means something to me—it means everything to me. But—" Jack interrupted, tears brimming his amber eyes. "But what, I'm jus' yer…yer…booty-call when ye have somethin' missin' from yer life?" Elizabeth looked taken aback, "Will is my fiancé! If I didn't have everything I needed why would I be engaged—"
"If ye have everythin' ya need…then why are ye here? If ye have everythin' ya need, why did we just do what we did? More importantly, why would you have waited fer me ter take yer virginity?" He was tearing up now, a tear or two fell down his face, Elizabeth moved to brush them away, but he pulled away from her.
"Jack, he gave me a ring and I gave him my word—" "well yer word's shot ter hell now, don' ya think?, Oh my God…just go." He turned on his heel and left without another word.