Title: Sense of Demand

Rating: R

Summary: A year after Calypso's rage, Elizabeth had been working on a project to make the cove a better place. Jack had been looting and pirating in the Caribbean sea, his father's words still ringing in his ears. On a trip out, Elizabeth is arrested and set to trial. Should Jack take heed to Teague's words, and set to action?

Beta: The wonderful and lovely florencia7!

Chapter 3: Making Deals

"Jack Sparrow!" a voice, strangely delighted, called out.

Adopting a smirk, Jack turned on his heel and faced the blonde trollop.

"Giselle, be still my heart!" Jack pressed his hand to his chest in exaggeration.

The coarse, yet still beautiful, looking woman placed her hands on her hips and walked towards him. For a brief moment, Jack had an image of a scared mouse being tracked down by a hungry feline.

Resisting the urge to give a mouse-like squeak, the pirate stood his ground and allowed the cat to walk around him.

"'Aven't seen you for a year. Ye look good."

"Aye, so do you." he noted, noticing the lack of eye paint. "Where's the vixen?" he asked, referring to her red-headed friend.

"She's in her lie-in." Giselle tutted, standing close to Jack's side. "Silly bint not careful to catch it in her hand."

Jack smiled. "When is she due?"

"Any day now." Giselle gave a small smile. "Scarlet can't wait to meet 'em."

"And you?"

"Eh." Giselle shrugged. "Got me eye on something else now." And sneakingly, she ran her hand over his backside and pinched.

Smirking, Jack rested his arm over her shoulders and leaned in. "Meet me in the Fireside Lounge tonight."

The Fireside Lounge was a sort of tavern at the Cove, but only people who lived at the Cove (or have proven to be peaceful) were allowed in. Jack had access to it, and if Giselle went there with his word and favor, she would no doubt get in.

It was also lit by only a small fire, so there were many dark, private spots for a couple.

Giselle giggled, gave his bum another squeeze and walked away.

(J)(E)(J)(E)

After a couple of hours wandering. avoiding No-Eyed Barty and reading, Jack ended up at the Fireside Lounge. It looked exactly the same as the last time he was there. The small fire was flaming, casting light on the bar but shadows everywhere else. A man sat in the corner, playing a guitar. Faint sounds of pleasure combined with clinking of glasses were present.

One new thing, Jack noticed, was a welcome golden lady sitting at the bar. One hand was holding a piece of graphite, the other nursing a mug.

Her straightened his jacket and walked to the bar, taking a seat right next to her. "Working hard?"

Elizabeth jumped a little, than smiled. "As always." Turning back to her papers a look of distress crossed her face. "And frustrated."

"What is the problem?" Jack asked. He cupped his chin in his hand and leaned on the bar.

Angrily, Elizabeth threw her graphite on the bar top and growled. "I thought I would be done in one trip, but as it turns out, my supplies are in one area and my teachers are in another."

"Do you need help?"

Elizabeth stared at Jack, her hand resting on her lap. "You would be willing to gather the supplies for me?"

Jack smiled softly, resting his hand on hers. "I will always help you."

Then he was under the bar. Startled, Elizabeth tried to pull her hand free from his but Jack held on.

"I am not here. I never was. You do not know where I am."

"What- wait- what?" Elizabeth stuttered, utterly confused.

Jack squeezed her hand. "Giselle. Please."

Elizabeth turned her head toward the door and saw the blonde trollop, dolled up and ready for work, had walked in. Giselle made eye contact and walked over.

"Shit."

"What?"

"She is on her way over."

"Get rid of her!" Jack let go of her hand and shrank back.

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip. Soon, the blonde prostitute was standing by her; her bitter, spicy scent hit Elizabeth with a force like a wave crashing on the beach. The King fought back the urge to cough, also waving the girl away.

"How rude."

"I am terribly busy, what do you want?" Elizabeth asked- venom in her voice, tears in her eyes/

"'Ave you seen Jack Sparrow?"

"No." Elizabeth answered to quickly, and recieved a pinch above her knee for it. She jumped, which made Giselle look at her questionally.

"Is he hiding from me?"

Elizabeth shoved her body against the bar, seeming like she was reaching over the counter for a rag. Meanwhile, she had shoved her crotch in Jack's face, and was feeling very uncomfortable. Blush came to her cheeks.

"He has not been here." Elizabeth said, still over the counter. Jack moved his head to the side, to get air, be more comfortable and be non-offensive- but his cheek was still resting on her.

"Are you sure?"

Elizabeth snapped, standing up. Closed legs to hide Jack behind her, turned around to look down at the other blonde.

"You do not question me. You do not even belong in here, in this tavern. Leave now, or leave in two minutes with black eyes and a bloody nose."

Giselle's eyes widened in fear for a second, and with no further comment walked out. Elizabeth stayed standing straight for a couple more seconds before quickly bending over and grabbing Jack's arm to help him up.

"I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

Jack nodded, stretching out. "Fine. Thank ye."

"Would you like a drink?"

"Aye."

"A meal? On me." Elizabeth offered.

Jack smiled. "No thank ye. I already had a faceful of you."

Elizabeth looked embarrased, staring up into Jack's face. Then he wiggled his eyebrows, causing the blushing Pirate King to laugh.

"I'll buy you a drink. Maybe two, or five for me..." Elizabeth said, still embarrased.

"You make it seem like it was a bad thing." Jack smirked, setting his dark eyes on fire. "Trust me when I say, Lizzie, it was an honor to be in that position."

Elizabeth smiled, feeling a warmth pool down from her heart to her belly. She stood close to Jack, and gently nudged him to the bar. "Come on. I'll buy you a drink."

(J)(E)(J)(E)

The door slammed opened and as soon as the two bumbling figures were in the room, the door slammed shut. Then another slam was heard when Elizabeth hit a wall.

"Ow." she complained, breaking free from a fiery kiss.

"This is my room..." Jack replied, voice sounding hot. "I have a wall there." He took her in his arms again, fingers going up from the bottom of her shirt.

"Oh." Elizabeth lifted her arms, letting Jack remove her blouse. "I knew that."

Pressing her bare chest on his clothed one, the Pirate King stole Jack's lips with her own and kissed him. Her own hands went up his shirt, feeling his smooth skin. Jack responded by shrugging off his shirt, letting Elizabeth pull his belt off. In two seconds, both pairs of trousers were on the floor.

"Bed." Elizabeth gasped out when Jack pressed himself on her.

Without a second thought, Jack swooped (note to Kate: I need a better word than "swooped" or "carried" help?) her up carriage- style and carried her to his bed. Setting her down, Elizabeth knocked to the floor a journal and accepted Jack into her arms.

He didn't fully accept her invitation, opting to kiss her, kiss her neck, her breasts, moving down...

... and then stopped cold. Jack had noticed a lack of response and also that her breathing slowed and was rhythmic.

"Lizzie?" he asked, and started traveling up to look into her face. "Lizzie? Hello?"

His response was Elizabeth yawning and moving to lay on her side. Jack laughed, and laid down on the other side of the bed. Sighing, he closed his eyes and willed his body to calm down;.

"Can't bloody believe you fell asleep. I am wide awake." Lighting an oil lamp, he searched the bed for the journal he was reading. Sighing, he reached over the naked- Naked, distracting... - Lizzie and found his book on the floor. Quickly, he threw a blanket over them.

Opening the book, he settled down and started reading.

One day my daughter looked at me and frowned. Upon asking her what was wrong, she stamped her tiny foot and glared- for a six year old, she was terrifyingly adorable- and demanded that the young Thomas Todd (who, admittedly, was handsome for an eight year old) marry her.

I smiled, and thought nothing of it, until my little Rosemarie was sixteen and married to the young Todd. I asked myself, did the world hear her demand and answered it, or did the pull of her determination brought her dream to come true?

Jack smiled at the thought of young Rose, and saw a drawing of her on the next page. She, unfortunately, passed away when Jack was only twelve. He thought about his friend, so close to be a sister, as he settled into bed for the night.

(J)(E)(J)(E)

Elizabeth awoke curled up in comfortable blankets. She cursed at the lost opportunity from the night before.

Fine job, Elizabeth. He probably hates you right now. Sighing, she snuggled into her blanket and fell back to sleep. The King was only asleep for five minutes before hearing laughter.

"Ye are lazy, my dear King." She heard Jack laugh. "It is way past the afternoon."

Mumbling, she answered. "I like sleep."

"I realize this." He crawled back into his bed and sprawled out next to Elizabeth. "I'm tired."

"What did you do today?" Elizabeth asked. She moved to look at Jack, resting up on her elbows and gazing down at him. The action seemed oddly familiar and right.

"Put breeches on. Got food. Came back." Jack yawned. "I'm exhausted."

"Mmm... food." Elizabeth threw off the blanket grabbed a shirt (Jack protesting that she did not really need it) and walked to the table which Jack deposited the food. "Yum, chocolate."

"Stole that from the special supply. Glad Gretta was busy with Barty." Jack stretched and laid on his back.

"That's disturbing."

Jack smiled. "Sex is sex, no matter where you get it."

"Changing the subject..." Elizabeth stated, munching on a chocolate biscuit. "Last night you said that you would help me."

Jack perked up. "With that special itch? You know, I'm not that tired..."

Elizabeth threw a biscuit at him. "No. I meant with the supply run."

"The other offer of scratching still stands..."

"Jack!"

Jack picked up the biscuit and bit into it. "I remember. No worries, love, I said I would help and I will."

"Good. Because after the trips..." Elizabeth smiled, making Jack nervous. "I was wondering if I could join the Pearl's crew." Suddenly looking innocent and irresistable, the blonde woman carefully walked over and crawled into bed at Jack's side. "Could I, Jack?"

Telling his brain to stop spinning, Jack allowed Elizabeth to curl up into his arms. The feeling of her warmth next to him was intoxicating; yes, but it was also very solacing and satisfying. He could stay like this for hours and not get tired of it. After a moment of silence, Jack answered.

"Aye, Lizzy. Ye can join the crew." His hand rested on her thigh. "When do we leave."

"This afternoon?" Elizabeth asked, excited. She wondered if that was too soon.

He quickly squeezed her thigh and jumped over her. "I'll go get the school maidens!"

Elizabeth burst out laughing.