A/N: Okay, I'm back. Sorry, the wait was longer than I though it'd be, on account of our computer crashed and we sorta lost EVERYTHING! Sucks, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy. And REVIEW! pleez!

Disclaimer: I already PUT a disclaimer. Read the first chapter.

Jack smirked at her and stumbled over to a chest, where her jerked open a drawer and pulled out a pair of rusty, beaten up old shackles and jingled them at her menacingly.

"I was considering chaining you to that bedpost there, love, and 'aving me way wiv you…but then I figured it'd be safer –for me, anyhows, - to hide them, 'fore you turn them on me, eh?" he winked at her and threw the cuffs carelessly over his shoulder. They hit the wall with a dismal clang.

"Are you ever going to forgive me?" Elizabeth asked, watching him nervously. He raised on dark eyebrow at her.

"It's a decidedly remote possibility." Jack drawled. "After all you were- what was it, now? - 'Not sorry'. I can't very well forgive a lady with no regrets."

Elizabeth's guilt bubbled to the surface, fresh and searing, and she felt tears prickling at her eyes. She wanted to turn a way, to leave, hating that he might see her cry, see her weakness.

"But-you're back, you're alive! I- I…"

"Thought I'd forgive you for restoring me life- the life you ended so cleverly- and ease your haunting conscious? Why, Lizzie, you'd don't know me at all! You, m'dear, are very naïve."

Jack stepped up to her and caught a strand of her honey coloured hair between his thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me, Elizabeth," he asked softly, holding her gaze tauntingly, "do you feel guilty? Do you lay awake at night, plagued by what you did? Do you hate yourself, love?"

Elizabeth swallowed, her shoulders trembling slightly, and shoved his hand a way in what she hope was a rough, defiant way.

"I do not feel guilty." She said, knowing her trembling voice betrayed her true feelings of guilt and despair.

"No a very good liar, are ye, Lizzie? Bloody awful, in fact. You can't deny it, you're tearing yourself apart, it's in those bewitching eyes of yours. No, you can't deny it, and you don't even believe your own attempts to justify your betrayal." Jack shook his head knowingly and leaned in. "And you know I can see right through you."

Elizabeth backed up from him, flushing at his proximity, looking away from him as she struggled to hold back tears. Again, he smirked and whirled away from her, pacing his cabin and examining his belongings. She followed him with her eyes, watching as he ran his fingers over a map on a table beside the bed.

"Sleeping in me bed, were you girl?" he asked with mirth, giving her a suggestive look. Elizabeth choked, startled, and placed a little.

"What?" she gasped. Jack gestured lazily to the pillows. Elizabeth saw that the imprint of her hair was still there, along with strands of hair from were she sat every morning and plaited her curls in a long braid.

"I'll 'ave to thanks you for keeping it warm." he teased.

"I didn't much fancy the idea of sleeping in a hammock amongst twenty men." Elizabeth defended coldly. He raised an eyebrow.

"S'at so? And will ye still be warming my bed no that the original occupant is returned, darling?" he asked provocatively.

His question caught her off guard and her cheeks coloured. She quailed under the hot intensity of his gaze, grasping for something to say, loathing the smirk that was spreading across Jack's face…the face that haunted her dreams and thoughts, caused her doubts, made her smile, and broke her heart.

She longed to be out of here, out from under Jack's influence. Back where she could forget about the feels of his lips against hers and convince herself she was in love with Will, even if it was the biggest lie of her life.

"You seem to be rendered speechless by my charm, a rather rare occurrence in your case, love. The speechlessness, that is. It is tempting, is it not? After all I am…irresistible." He spread his arm, wide in a welcoming gesture, his eyes smoldering, hypnotizing her.

"What do you want from me, Jack?" Elizabeth asked desperately, trying to ignore the feelings his heated stare was arousing.

"I want you." Jack answered in a low voice, grabbing Elizabeth by the shoulders and pulling her close to him. Her body was tight against his, her mouth inches away. He kissed her heatedly, holding her firmly eve as she struggled.

"Let-me-go!" she demanded, writhing and twisting in his grip.

"Do you really want me to let you go?" Jack asked softly, moving a hand from her shoulder to the skin of her neck. "Nobody's here to hold you back, love. Tell me what you really want. Just," he slid a finger down her throat, "give in."

"I love Will!" Elizabeth cried desperately, grinding her heel into his foot, fighting the impulse to jerk his lips back down on her and let him have her. Jack scowled and pinned her arms tightly to her side, ignoring her foot as if it didn't even hurt him.

"I'm so damn sick of your lies!" he hissed, eyes burning. Elizabeth kicked his shin feeble, but he only tightened his grip painfully.

"Don't fight me, girl. I know you, Elizabeth; I know how your mind works. You're woven yourself a comforting little web of lies to hid behind. You're miserable, keeping all your true thoughts, and desires behind bars, your true self locked up like a caged bird. I know what you want; your tricks don't work on me. Tell me what you want," Jack leaned close, challenging her, "don't fight me!" he growled.

Elizabeth's eyes burned and stung with the effort of still holding back tears. She was alarmingly aware of how hot her body was, of how much she wanted to taste his lips on hers again. The more she stumbled through her protests, the more her resolve slipped way from her, the more triumphantly his eyes glittered.

"I'm engaged! I'm getting- getting married… to Will!" she stammered, lowering her eyes, unable to look him in the eyes. Jack gave a frustrated grunt and shook her roughly.

"Stop! Jack-stop, please!" Elizabeth gasped, tears spilling involuntarily over her cheeks. "Please…I love Will, I-"

"No you don't! you think you should love him, you have a little girl's fantasy of love, want, marriage, whatever it is you're going on about! You told yourself you loved him because you though he was what you wanted, needed; you thought he was freedom and escape. But now you know he's not! He's just a bloody blacksmith. And you love, you want, you need, a rogue, and adventurer," Jack's lips were almost brushing her as he spoke; he was so close, "a pirate."

Elizabeth had unconsciously grasped Jack's arms for support, staring up at him with tortured eyes.

"You've never had the feeling of your skin being on fire when touched, never known the shivers that shoot up your spine. Have you ever just felt the need to feel Will's skin against yours, ever felt hot all over when he kissed you? You don't know what it can feel like…how good it is…what a simple touch can do. You don't know what passion is, Lizzie."

Elizabeth parted her lips, trying to breathe, trying to think, too close to him for rational though. She had felt like that before. She felt like that now…here, with Jack. Elizabeth sobbed softly, feeling what was left of her resolve shatter, her protests become empty, knowing she could no longer deny this feeling. He was right; she wasn't in love with Will.

"Please, Jack. Let me go." She pleaded softly, her voice small and shaking. She knew her voice betrayed her, knew she's feel cold and hollow without his body close…but she had to try, she had to try to not let this happen.

Jack put his mouth close to her ear, smiling triumphantly, and whispered:

"You're free to go love, but it's me you'll have to release."

Elizabeth realized her had let go of her, that his hands were resting at his belt and it was she who was gripping his arms tightly, pressed to close to him of her own accord. Jack tilted his head at her.

'What're you thinking, love?" he asked gently, brushing tears off her cheeks with his roughened hand. The gentleness surprised her and she lifted her eyes to his.

"You win, Jack." She whispered brokenly, looking at him through defeated eyes. Jack's eyebrows raised, but he kept his countenance, waiting. "I don't love Will, I-"

Jack seized her around the middle and drew her almost painfully tight against him, his lips meeting hers so forcefully it hurt.

Elizabeth's knees buckled but Jack's arms supported her. The feeling of his tongue on hers sent chills through her whole body, the new sensations overwhelmed her. She broke away, shaking, trying to catch her breath, and lay her head lightly on Jack's shoulder. Her brushed her hair off of her neck and kissed her there; Elizabeth moaned.

She'd never felt like this before, so out of control and lost yet so excited. With Will, she held the reigns, she allowed the kisses, the touches, she made the rules. But this…this was different. Jack was in control, taking liberties Will had never tried, doing this his way. He moved her head where he wanted it, touched her freely, intimately…Will had never made her feel like this. She never wanted Jack to let her go, never wanted this feeling to stop.

His mouth slipped further down her neck and she gripped his hair, shivering.

The sudden hollow wound of a gun being cocked froze the blood in her body.

"I'd take a guess and say this is more than a 'friendly chat'" growled Will, his voice low and angry.

A/N: I just realized that in the story, the Crew has the Pearl BEFORE the rescue Jack, which is wrong, because in the movie, Jack is in Jones's locker with the Pearl. So, if you caught that and were thinking, 'wtf is wrong wit her', here you go, and let's just say 'its fanfiction, so wut the hell?!' Again, please review, and I'll update soon. I would do more now, but I have a hand cramp, so bye!!!!