A/N: It's my first JE
one-shot, and it's also my first attempt at true JE smut-type things,
so.. if it's bad, please let me know :)
Their hearts pounded, their breathing rapid and only a whisper. The wind was calm, but the rain beat down hard on the ship, making a pitter-patter echo throughout the deck. Yet, it was so quiet, you could hear a pen drop. Silence. They faced eachother, their bodies close, the heat rising off their skin. A chill swept through the cabin, leaving them both even warmer. Jack's thoughts rushed back to the kiss. Jack had only been back one night and he realized how wrong it was of him to do this, yet his guiltiness was overrun with passion as he happened upon her, naked. Jack was clothed, and all he could do was stare. She moved closer, and that led to both of them standing there with nothing to cover themselves, nothing but a bed, a table, a bottle of Rum, and the increasing, aching desire rushing through their veins. Neither moved. They were so close, so close they could feel the throbbing, longing of eachother. Jack moved his face closer to Elizabeth's placing his salt-basted lips on her delicate ones. She loved it. It was the most sensual feeling she had ever felt. She kissed him, slowly at first, increasing as their tongues danced the guilty lust they so desired in each's mouth. Addiction. Their bodies ached for more, ached to go further, farther than she had ever gone with anybody, even her own fiance'. She gazed into his deep eyes, watching his every movement, his every twitch. Before they knew it, the bed lie underneath them, their own desires, their own increasing passion, it all took over. It didn't feel human to her. She moaned, the pleasure overtaking the pain. The speed increased, the heat began burning their flesh. The white ran through her minute fingers, as she clutched to his back, hanging onto the moment for what seemed like forever. And then, it was over. They climaxed, sending them both into a spiraling delirium of passion. Her head began spinning, her nails loosening their grip. They lay there, secure, breathing heavy, and treasuring the moment. The pain subsided, and the ache, the feeling, everything came back, making her want more. She wanted no longer to be with her own fiance', she wanted to be here, under the protection of a pirate, living her own life to the fullest, and filling an empty feeling that should have made her feel fuller than life itself. But it was over. It was only a dream. Only an addicting dream that she had dreamt before. If Only.
