Title: When he closes his eyes
Rating: M
Summary: Jack musing on his ship.
WHEN HE CLOSES HIS EYES
"You're like a poison. Seeping into my brain, making me think of nothing else but when my next dose is going to be. In pain if I don't get it. Hurt and angry at the withdrawal." Jack now had Elizabeth pinned against his desk, his arms caging her so she couldn't move. "You're killing me slowly, Elizabeth."
Jack looked into her dark eyes, seeing her confusion and lust run through them. She opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind and leaned in closer to him. Elizabeth grabbed Jack around his neck and roughly brought his head down towards hers, meeting his lips in a harsh kiss. Jack's hands rudely grabbed her lower back and lifted her up on his desk. None-too-gently, he ripped her breeches off and shimmied out of his. He laid on top of her, and caught her mouth in another rough kiss.
He sheathed himself inside her, hearing her gasp and mewl. Screwing his eyes shut, he stayed inside of her not moving. One move and he would become undone. _
It was such a long night. A long, dark, and tedious night of nothing to do but sit at the railing and sip rum. Normally, that would be a good night for Captain Jack Sparrow when he was on the sea, but not lately. He had been having those dreams again... about her.
It had been a full five years since he had last laid eyes on her, last heard her voice; but she was everywhere when he closed his eyes. That damn girl had gotten into him, coursing through his blood; and he knew he had to see her or he would hurt. He was already hurting; so full of desire but not able to find company pleasurable enough to satisfy him. Wracking his brains for answers as to 'Why her?' and only coming away with headaches.
Jack took another pull from his bottle before shutting his eyes and letting the wind blow on his face. There, he was greeted by her smile.
_ Elizabeth would always scratch his arms and shoulders with her nails, drawing blood. She would always gasp his name and hold him close as he moved in and out of her; making him feel like he was at his wit's end when she kissed his chest.
"I'm dying without you."
Elizabeth smirked, and kissed his lips. _
He never moved from his spot, giving the appearance of a statue. But he had to stay still. Any movement could set him off in a fury - he could accidently drop his rum or step on a board wrong, and half the crew would pay for it.
So he stayed still. Dreaming about her, and wondering why. He would see her everytime he closed his eyes, her smiling at him. Most times he would just assume it was because he wanted to fuck her.
But he knew that that was not true. Unfortunately for Captain Jack Sparrow, it was more than that.
_ Sweating still, Jack collected Elizabeth in his arms and held her close.
"Never leave me."
"I can't do that." Elizabeth smiled, sitting up and getting dressed. "One thing about addictions." Elizabeth said as she walked out the door, leaving Jack to lie suffering in his bed. "You always seem to run out of whatever you're addicted to."