A/N: Thanks so much to everybody who has reviewed! I tried to put a little more dialouge in this chapter just for you Gigi!
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Elizabeth woke to the early morning rays of the sun resting on her closed eyes as they peaked in through the window. Not wanting to open her eyes just yet, she buried her head deeper into the pillow. She was confused for a moment when she smelt the faint scent of rum. Where am I? she thought. She moved her head and felt something tickle her chin. Groggily opening her eyes, she looked slightly to her left to see Jack's dreadlocks.
"Oh my god.." she breathed as she remembered what happened between the two of them last night. And yet, she felt no regrets. It had been wonderful. She felt as if she was soaring through the clouds every time Jack touched her or whispered seductively in her ear. Fire seemed to spread through her entire body with every kiss he left on her satiny skin. With every gasp and moan she heard from him, she felt a growing need for him, a growing arousal as the ache became unbearable and she begged him to take her. It had been nothing but excruciating pain at first and she cried out, almost asking him to stop. Tears fell down her face, and she barely registered Jack whispering how sorry he was for causing her this pain. She felt him kiss away her tears and run his hands over her sweat covered body in an attempt to ease the pain.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked her, concern clearly evident in his voice.
"No," she grimaced. With a shaky breath she said, "Go on Jack. Please."
The pain went away and nothing but pure pleasure filled its space. Elizabeth felt as though she were on top of the world as the pleasure continued to coil in her stomach waiting to be released from the tight hold. She was flying like a bird – a sparrow – free to do what she wanted. There wasn't a care nor worry in the world as Jack continued to bring out these strange sensations from somewhere deep inside of her. All that mattered was Jack. She didn't care about what her fiancé would think of her betrayal if he found out, because to her, this wasn't betrayal. It was earning Jack's forgiveness, and at the moment, that was more important than some engagement. When the tight coil was finally released, pleasure exploded within her and was sent in waves through her body. She screamed out Jack's name as she felt herself falling from that cloud and gently floated to the ground like a feather. I love you, her heart screamed before she closed her eyes and gave into the exhaustion.
The warmth from Jack's skin caused Elizabeth to blush when she realized the position they were in. She was lying on her back with her left arm wrapped around Jack's shoulders while Jack was laying on his stomach, resting slightly on Elizabeth, their legs entwined. Both of his arms were wrapped around her waist, as if trying to keep her there forever. His face was resting on her collar bone and she could feel the warmth of his breath as it tickled her neck.
Elizabeth smiled when she found her hand running through Jack's dreadlocks. She felt as if she could stay there forever. She wanted to stay here. She didn't want to know what today would bring. Who would die? How many injuries will there be? Who will win? What if Will dies? What if I die? she thought. We'll never be together. These thoughts kept running across her mind and she began to wonder if she made the right decision as Pirate King to fight against the East India Trading Company.
Of course they had to fight. It was the only way. If the pirates wanted to be free, they had to fight or face extinction. They would be able to sail anywhere they wanted and do what they wanted. They could pillage and plunder and not worry about the East India Trading Company threatening to kill anyone that committed even the smallest of crimes. Sure they could get caught and face the hangman's noose, but what is life without a few risks? At least innocent men, women, and children wouldn't be hung for coming in contact with a pirate. It would be worth it to fight.
Although if Will dies, I don't think I could live with myself. she thought. I love him.
No you don't, an annoying voice in the back of her head told her. Not according to what you did last night.
Yes I do love Will! Elizabeth argued back. I didn't betray him by engaging in those activities last night. I did that so Jack could forgive me.
I wasn't talking about those activities, the voice answered. You said those three words to Jack.
It was then that Elizabeth recalled that she told Jack she loved him. I didn't tell him, she argued with herself. I merely thought it. That doesn't mean anything.
Yes it does, the voice said in an annoying sing-song way. It means you love him, but you won't admit it.
Elizabeth let out a shaky breath as she refused to believe what that annoying voice was trying to tell her. Her emotions were already in turmoil from worrying about the upcoming battle. She didn't need to worry about who she loved.
She swallowed her tears and tried to keep her feelings in check as she thought about the battle today. Looking out the window, she saw that the sun was quickly rising. She could hear the crew moving about outside and wondered if they wondered where she was. Probably not, she thought. All of them are most likely too hung-over to notice I'm not in my cabin.
Sighing, Elizabeth unwrapped her arm from Jack's neck. Moving her hands to his arms, she carefully removed them from around her waist as she tried not to wake him. She sat up slowly and pulled the covers off of her naked body. She noticed the blood on the sheets but thought nothing of it. Whats done is done, she thought. Can't go back now. As quietly as she could, she got off the bed and went to gather her clothes that had been strewn about the cabin. Elizabeth pulled on her pants and was finishing buttoning up her shirt when she heard a soft chuckle.
"You do know that those clothes don't flatter you at all luv. Personally, I think you look better without 'em."
Elizabeth turned her head and smirked at Jack. He was sitting up with the sheets barely covering his waist. His lustful gaze sent shivers down her spine and she looked at his chest so she could control her raging emotions. That didn't help much, considering how perfectly bronzed and muscled it was, and lust quickly formed in her eyes. "How long have you been awake?" she asked, trying to focus on something else.
Jack looked her up and down before answering. "Since you been runnin' your hands through me dreads."
She had to swallow hard in order to gain some sort of control over her body as Jack looked at her hungrily. See. You do love him, the voice said. No I don't.
"No you don't what, luv?" Jack asked.
Confused, she stared at him for a moment before realizing that she had spoken those words out loud. A blush came to her face and spread down her neck. "Never mind," she said turning her head away.
Jack pushed the covers back and swung his legs off the bed. He began to walk towards her, and she had to fight the urge to look at him knowing that he wasn't clothed. He stopped right in front of her and ran his fingers across her jaw. Involuntary shivers ran up and down her spine as she felt her body relax and lean into his touch. His deft fingers made their way to her neck and she heard him chuckle. "Now that's going to leave a nice bruise luv."
With her own will betraying her, she turned her head and looked him in the eye. "What do you mean?" She brought her hand up to her neck and winced when her fingers made contact. Brushing past Jack, she rushed over to the small mirror on the wall and examined her neck. There, at the point where the shoulder meets the neck, was a big, red bite mark. "Jack!" She spun around, an angry look on her face as she stared at Jack, who had pulled his pants on whilst she was examining her neck.
"What?" he playfully asked. "If I remember correctly, you seemed to enjoy it."
"At the time!" she yelled as his smirk was getting her riled up. "Now I have to deal with the possibility of someone seeing this and figuring out what occurred last night!"
Jack stepped toward her, his smirk starting to get the better of her. "And what would be wrong with that?"
"I'm engaged to Will!" she yelled.
The smirk disappeared from Jack's face. It was replaced with...Elizabeth didn't know what, but whatever it was it made her feel guilty and suddenly ashamed of the way she was acting. "Jack, I..."
"Doesn't matter Miss Swann. Tis done with. Once you put yer coat on no one will notice." With that Jack grabbed his shirt and put it on, followed by his black vest.
Elizabeth watched as he grabbed his other belt and put that on as well. "Don't call me that Jack," she whispered.
Jack looked up. "Call you what? Miss Swann? I vaguely remember not so long ago that anytime I would so much as call you anything other than Miss Swann, you would get a snippy and very nearly bite my head off. Now you're saying that you don't want to be called that? You're not making any sense at all."
Elizabeth felt tears come to her eyes. "My name is Elizabeth. I want you to address me as Elizabeth." She suddenly looked down as she tried to hide the tears. "Damn it Jack! I miss you calling me Lizzie!"
She felt his hand grab her chin and force her head up so she would have to look at him. Not caring, she let a few tears trail down her face. Jack gently brushed them away with his thumb. "Why is that luv?"
She swallowed, not knowing if she could trust her voice at the moment. "I miss the old you, Jack."
Jack let his eyes wander over her face, briefly remembering how gorgeous she looked when her face was flushed with passion and pleasure. Not that she didn't look beautiful now, it's just that she looked so helpless. Regret seemed to fill his whole being. You didn't have to snap at her like that Jackie, the voice inside his head said.
"I know." He meant to answer the voice in his head, but instead ending up answering Elizabeth. He didn't know what else to say, and he didn't think he would be able to bring himself to say he was sorry.
It seemed to be the right thing to say, seeing as Elizabeth smiled through her tears. "Thank you, Jack." He stepped back and gave a slight bow before turning around and opening the door and making a motion with his arm for her to go first. Elizabeth just shook her head as she walked past him.
She walked over to the door and threw Jack's boots at him before putting on her own that she had 'borrowed' from Port Royale. Next, she picked up all the pins that had been in her hair before when she had been in Sao Feng's quarters and walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall behind Jack's desk. She attempted to pin her hair up to the way it was and when it looked like it had some resemblance she decided it was good enough. She heard a faint click and knew that Jack unlocked the door. Rustling of clothing could be heard as she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time.
Elizabeth turned around to find Jack, fully clothed, standing there. He had her hat in one hand and her coat in the other. He held out the coat so she could put her arms through and he made sure that the collar covered the bite mark as she began to secure the strings. She straightened out the coat a little before turning to face him once more.
Jack looked her up and down before speaking. "Now, something seems to be missing," he said to himself. Elizabeth smiled, enjoying his playfulness. Jack snapped his fingers. "Ah! I know!" With that, he placed her hat upon her head. "There. Now you look like a Pirate King."
"Thank you, Jack. And you look like the Captain Jack Sparrow that I know." She answered playfully.
He gave a slight smirk before letting his face carry the expression called sadness. His deep brown eyes lost a hint of their sparkle as he looked at Elizabeth's face again. Walking out is always the hardest part. He thought. But why does it seem harder now?
Elizabeth met Jack's sad gaze with one of her own. She was lost in his eyes as both of them registered how hard it was going to be to act like this never happened. Before she broke down into tears again, Elizabeth brushed past Jack and walked toward the door. She paused before opening it. Her heart was screaming at her Tell him now! You love him! Tell him. "Jack..."
Jack turned around to see Elizabeth turning to face him. This is your chance. Don't let her go! Tell her! "Yes luv?"
She raised her tear-filled eyes to stare into his almost black ones. "I really am sorry Jack." No! Why didn't you tell him?
Say it! "I know Lizzie. I forgive you." Coward.
With the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, all she did was nod her head before opening the door and rushing out.
Jack stared at the closed door for a while before turning around and walking over to his desk. He placed both of his hands on the top and braced himself against it. Defeated, he lowered his head, ashamed of his lack of courage. "I'm sorry too luv."
A/N: What do you guys think about their feelings? Is it real and in character? Or did I completely fail?