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The next morning
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the bright sun in the cabin. She frowned, rubbing her eyes a few times before yawning and stretching. Her neck suddenly itched and she reached an arm up, pausing when she noticed what was causing the itch. Jack was sound asleep, curled up against her, his untied arm lazily thrown over her stomach. And face was pressed against her neck, muttering words in his sleep, causing his moustache to scratch her neck. She grinned, slowly moving her arm down and resting on the side of his face, running her thumb over his high cheekbones. He laughed once, clutching her tighter to him before he fell back completely asleep.
Well this was new. She couldn't help smiling to herself, remembering the night's events.
"Lizzie?" She looked up at his voice, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jack stood before her, in the doorway to cabin. She was sitting on the deck, fiddling with her sword. He met her eyes and she shivered at his stare. His coat heavily fell to the floor.
"I'm going to sleep now. If you want to join me…" She blinked as she remembered the haste in the kiss from the morning. And when he had her pushed up against the wall in the Pearl's eating quarters when the crew was on deck. And only an hour ago when she pinned him, yet again, to the ship's mast and kissed him so hard she thought his lips would bruise. That was quite the flashback, she had giggled, as he had survived this time she had done that.
"If you want to know what freedom truly is," he whispered, stepping backwards into the cabin's shadows. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked around, realizing no one was watching, and scurried to her feet, hurrying into the cabin behind him.
"Jack?" She looked around in the dark, trying to find him. Suddenly strong hands gripped her shoulders and pressed her up against the wall. She was about to speak when his lips crushed against hers, one hand running down her side quickly before returning back up to wrap his fingers in her hair. She greedily kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his thin waist, causing him to press her harder into the wall. She groaned.
"Jack your arm-"
"Dammit love, I'm fine," he growled as he used the tip of his boot and kicked the door shut.
Elizabeth grinned with a blush, realizing this was the first time she spent an entire night with a man in his bed. This too, was new to her. She realized she could lay there all day with him clutching to her like she was his lifeline, sheets tangled around them. Her fair skinned hands stood out against the golden tan of his arms and she lightly ran her fingers up and down his arm, content to stay like this.
She briefly wondered if this would have been the same way if she had Will now. Would she have been happy if they lived the life they had planned? In a large house with many fancy objects and those corsets she hated so much, having to live so proper and true? She looked down at the man, the pirate, sleeping against her and she knew this was the right choice. She was never supposed to be a proper woman, she was meant to be a pirate.
Jack took in a deep breath and lightly kissed the side of her neck, fingers moving against her waist. Elizabeth tilted her head toward him and he rested his lips against her neck.
"I love you too, Lizzie," he muttered, the words almost incoherent as he spoke into her skin, but she heard them. She smiled to herself, running her fingers over his sparrow tattoo on his forearm.
Yes, this was the right choice.
