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Amanda had just stripped down to her chemise to get ready for bed. She hummed quietly to herself as she undid her hair from its bun on the top of her head. She began idly running her fingers through it and for the first time in weeks began to zone out. Her thoughts drifted to Annabella. She hadn't come out of her cabin all day and night and Amanda knew that that was a very bad sign. She had either found some stash of alcohol and drank herself into a stupor or she had planned something for Jack and was trying to work up the nerve to do it. Amanda guessed on the latter, or at least hoped for it. Her thoughts were beginning to drift into her usual fantasy of the fancy house, carefree life, and doting husband whose face looked suspiciously similar to that of Jack Sparrow's when a loud rapping at her door made her jump. So the princess has left her tower she thought well humoredly. She opened the door expecting to see a tearful Annabella, but what she got was a lustful looking Jack.

They looked at each other for a good two minutes, neither wanting to be the first to speak, when Amanda asked, "Can I help you?" He grinned, "Yeah, yeah you can help me luv', ye see I've got this itch that needs scratchin' and since lil' miss priss is still angry at my rejection I thought ye might be interested in accomidatin' me, if ye catch me drift." Amanda paled slightly, he couldn't be serious. This couldn't be the same man she'd been talking to earlier this evening. Jack Sparrow had had another of his maniac mood changes. Well, if he wanted to play games, she was happy to play along. "I'd be most interested in 'accomidatin' ye,'" She mocked and then promptly slammed the door in his face, bruising his nose. Or at least, that's how it should have happened.

As it was, he blocked the closing door with his forearm and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him and began his advance on her. She backed away from him and he matched her steps, reminding her of a predatory animal. For every step she took back, he took one forward. "I knew ye were in a gen'rous mood tonight," he threw at her with a playful grin crossing his features. After a moment Amanda finally found her voice, "I'm sorry to disappoint but I happen to be in a fairly greedy mood tonight . . . so if you'd be so kind as to go to your own cabin." He grinned ferally and closed the distance between them. Oh me, thought Amanda as she was pushed up against the wall, this position again. Her senses were overwhelmed with Captain Jack Sparrow as he pressed himself against her and when he spoke his warm breath caressed her face and neck, "I know you want this as much as I do luv," his voice was deeper than usual, "so you might as well have some fun of yer own, cuz tonight I ain't takin' no as an answer." She could only stare at him. He began kissing her all over her face, sweet little tickling kisses that, much to her own disgust, made her giggle. He began kissing her mouth then, but they were nothing like his previous kisses, they were more similar to the one she had given him. She tentatively moved her hands from his forearms up to his chest, running unsure fingertips over his bare skin. He let out a noise that could best be described as a groan and pressed himself, if it was possible, even closer. He pressed his rock hardness against her stomach. The kisses were growing hotter and faster. His tongue slid into her mouth and then retracted and she shyly put her own tongue into his mouth. He seemed pleased with her reaction as he sucked gently on her tongue and brought one hand up to massage her breast through the thin chemise.

When she whimpered with pleasure in response he knew he was home clear, now he could do what he really wanted to the lovely little raven in his arms. He managed to get her lying on the bed without breaking their kiss, and he lay on top of her with his hips cradled between her thighs. He lowered his head to her collarbone and licked along the taut skin, drawing a moan from her lips. He reached down and pulled the hem of her chemise up over her knees and up further still until his hand had access to her deepest parts. Not wanting to scare her, he rubbed the outer part of her thighs first. Gently tickling around until came to her inner thigh, she whimpered at his hesitation needing more. He finally slid a finger into her tight warmth, teasing a little and trying to coax out more of her juices. She wasn't wet enough yet, and the last thing Jack wanted to do was hurt her because he was so careless he didn't get her as aroused as she needed to be. He used both hands to rid her of the chemise as his mouth went back to hers, his tongue sliding once again into her warm mouth. He broke the kiss to take off his own clothing, which didn't take very long at all. When he looked back to her he almost laughed.

She was staring at his manhood with the back of one hand pressed gently her mouth. "See something ye like, luv?" he whispered. She met his eyes and remembering that she was stark naked, covered her breasts with her arms in maidenly shyness, "I didn't think they were that big," she whispered back. Jack smiled at her compliment and giving her a quick kiss said, "This may seem . . . odd to you, but trust me, you'll like it." Amanda smiled and kissed him, showing her compliance. He kissed his way down her body until his face was in between her thighs.

Amanda didn't really know what to expect at that point, he wasn't going to do something with his mouth was he? She yelped as he did. "Jack! What are you doing?" she whispered terrified as he began to lick at her opening. He stopped and looked up at her propped up on her elbows, "Basket weaving. What the bloody ell' does it look like I'm doing?! Now lay back and let me pleasure ye good and proper cuz I'm not leavin' this room till' ye scream my name so everyone on this ship 'ears it." She did what she was told, thoroughly uncomfortable until he began licking at a spot that she hadn't known existed. New feelings fired through her veins and her muscles began working with their own will. Her eyes screwed shut and her hands clenched into fists. She spread her legs as far as they would go and her heals dug into the mattress. Her thigh and butt muscles flexed and her back arched as her stomach muscles contracted. Even her vocal chords betrayed her, "Oh . . . Jack . . . Jack!" she cried out as she felt something in her core build. To her utter horror he stopped and looked at her, "Blast damn woman! What is it now!" She met his eyes, "Why the hell did you stop?!" Realization lit his eyes, "Ohhhhhhhh! Sorry luv. We'll get it back."

With that he continued his ministrations, only harder then before and slid a finger into her. She flung her head back again and to her relief felt the sensation building once more. She couldn't help but wriggle her hips a little as the tension grew and grew. He pressed an arm over her hips to keep her from moving and she whimpered. She couldn't help the words and noises that escaped her mouth as she finally climaxed against his tongue. When the blackness covering her vision finally cleared and the waves of orgasm finally rolled through her body she became very worried that everyone on the boat had heard her scream, including Annabella.

Jack wriggled back up the length of her body and settled himself back into his previous position. He kissed her mouth again and rubbed the tip of his manhood against her entrance. When she bucked against him he decided that he couldn't take it any longer and pushed himself into her velvety tunnel. Much to his surprise there was no barrier to break through and she was so relaxed and wet that he sheathed himself inside her without any resistance. "Oh my GOD! That feels sooo good," Amanda ground out as she grabbed his hips and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him inside of her. He put one hand on one of her breasts and the other right by her head so he could lift himself up. He began pumping with long, steady thrusts, pulling himself out almost completely and then resheathing himself in her. As came close to climaxing though he decided he would do something fun.

He pulled out and then repositioned them so that he was on his back and she was straddling his hips. He then reached over the side of the bed and picked his hat up from off the floor placing it on top of her head. It was a little too big for her head so it covered her eyes, exactly the effect he was going for. He gripped her firmly by her slim hips with both hands, holding her slightly aloft from him and then penetrated her once more. His thrusts grew erratic, very hard, and very fast. With each stroke he thrust his hips up and at the same time slammed her hips down against him. He got going so hard and fast that she had to keep one hand atop her head to keep the hat on. He would have been worried about hurting her had she not been letting out constant cries and moans for him to go harder. He noted with satisfaction that the hand that wasn't holding the hat was rubbing at her own clitoris. Jack enjoyed having a woman that wasn't afraid to please herself. Their eyes met, but instead of breaking the gaze as he would have with any other woman, he let her see his pleasure and he let himself groan and give a gutteral cry as he came.

After a couple minutes of panting he broke the silence with, "How'd ye like being captain?" She couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was the first time that she had truly laughed in what seemed like ages. And it seemed that once she started she couldn't stop. She laughed until tears rolled down her cheeks and she was even more out of breath then before. When she finally finished she lifted off of him and rolled onto her back, taking the tri-cornered hat off of her head. "I liked it very much, thank you," she said as she handed it to him, "but I think I will hand the duties back. You're a much better captain then I'll ever be." He gave her a genuine smile as he turned back from setting the hat down. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her.

Captain Jack Sparrow never thought he'd seen a more beautiful sight then what lay before him. Her lovely dark cloud of hair surrounded her face and breasts and finally finished its swirling at her belly button. She lay with one arm above her head and the other resting on her flat yet soft belly. Her entrancing midnight, blue eyes looked up at him with such openness and he couldn't help but think what looked like wisdom. He had the strange feeling that this girl knew him inside and out and he could no longer hide from her behind his façade of drunkenness. Her ivory skin let off a soft glow in the moonlight streaming in from her small window. (Think Arwen in Lord of the Rings look)

Sighing in what seemed like resignation, he lay down next to her, burying his face in her soft hair. One of his arms went above their heads and he tangled his hand in hers and the other arm went across her ribs, stroking her silky arm and snuggling her closer to him. "Mind if I stay with ye tonight, luv?" He asked into her hair. She gave an affirmative noise, too sleepy to form coherent words. "Ye know," he said matter of factly, turning her face gently towards his so their eyes met, "When I call ye 'luv' I mean it." She smiled, "You think you're in love with me, Captain?" He smiled back, "I know I'm in luv wi' ye, sailor." She flipped onto her side, facing away from him, "No, captain. You just think you are."

A/N: ooooooooooooo shut down!!! I know he fell in love fast, but it is a romance, and there is more to the plot that I have to move on with that only works if he's in love w/ her so yeah . . . sorry. I love all my reviewers and your support, especially SkystheLimit. Me like . . . me like as well lol. Along w/ this being my first fanfic that was my first attempt at a lemony scene so I am sorry if it sucked.