A/n: Again, don't own PotC, I'm getting sick of reminding myself of this fact. Thankies again for the reviews! Also, I don't really know Will's fave breakfast so I said the first thing that came to my mind.
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You wake up early the next morning and look around. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register where you are. You're in the bed that Elizabeth offered you. And a comfortable bed it was. You get up and peek your head out of the door. The coast is clear. You sigh and open the door. You still feel a bit lagged down from last night's conversation, will kept steering it towards how beautiful you looked and you'd have to steer it right back away. You head down the stairs and lean against the windowsill. You place your hand on the window and the cold frost prickles your hand but you don't remove it. The frost melts beneath your hand and you lift your hand off. A perfect imprint of your hand is left there. You look out once more and head back up to your room. Along the way, you hear scuffling in Jack's room and you run into yours, peering out the door a little to see what he's doing. He walks out, fully dressed, with a solemn look on his face. Your heart breaks and you wonder why he looks so sad. He carefully makes his way down the stairs and in front of the window. You hold your breath as he places his callused hand on top of the print you left and sighs. You wish you could run down and hug him but your feet won't let you. He stands there for a second and abruptly turns around and begins back up the stairs. You close the door and hear him enter the next room.
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A few minutes later, you hear the bathroom door squeak open and the second door connecting to your room.
"Jack!!!" you yell at Jack, dressed only in a towel. You watch his well muscled chest ripple as he puts his arms up in defense.
"What, luv? Willing ter give yerself up to me now?" he says smoothly. You pout.
"No, Jack, get out!!" you yell again and force yourself not to smile.
"But, I can't lass, ye have the soap," he says and takes it from the dresser. You smile sheepishly. He smiles and leaves. Through the walls, you can hear Jack singing and splashing and having a grand ole time. He can't have had too many baths to be having so much fun.
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Much later, when you're squeaky clean, you walk downstairs and meet Elizabeth in the hallway.
"Oh, (you), breakfast is ready, Will and Jack are already in the dining room," she says. You smile.
"Thanks," you say and walk past her. She grabs your arm lightly and you turn sharply.
"Could I just say something?" she says with a pity look in her eyes. You nod. "I really think you should talk to Jack about what you're feeling." You shake your head and pull away.
"No, Elizabeth, I'm not like you, I'm not brave or pretty or anything that Jack would like…" you begin to babble on and on. Your brain is churning. How could she ask you this? You told her in secrecy! How can she ask you to just let go? It's like losing a child, just revealing yourself in front of a pirate that could tear your heart to pieces with one little word.
"Please, (you). I know it must be tearing you up inside, I know it is," she begs of you.
"Elizabeth…" you whine and feel tears start to sting the edges of your eyes.
"Please" she says and looks at you just like she did last night, with so much sadness in her eyes that you can't help but feel sorry and willing to bend to her every whim just to see her happy. You blink the tears away. Think about this! If you tell Jack, he'll hurt you, don't give in to her! Stand your ground! You'll know when it's right. Elizabeth sees the sudden resolution in your eyes.
"If you won't do it for me now, sooner or later, he's going to figure it out and then where will you be? Trapped in a corner!" she says with a rigid tone. You sigh unhappily.
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As you walked into the dining room, you noticed Will and Jack having completely different meals. Will is eating Eggs, sunny side up, and toast with butter and a glass of orange juice while Jack is having plain cereal (which he's eating with his hands) and pancakes with a bottle of rum. Elizabeth kisses Will on the cheek and he greets her happily. Jack pats on the seat next to his and looks at you. He wiggles his eyebrows and you smile, taking the seat next to him. You look at the amazingly huge pile of food on the table and have to stop yourself from drooling. You've never even imagined this much food in your life. Usually Joe feed you when you worked overtime. You feel a pang of guilt. Where is Joe now?
"What do ye want, luv?" Jack asks and smiles at you.
"Oh, there's so much though, how about just some pancakes?" you respond and Jack loads a plate with pancakes and places it in front of you. You look at the plate for a second and then smile. You can't eat this much.
"How's yer ankle?" Jack asks, interrupting your thoughts. You pick up your fork and knife and dig in.
"Perfect, fully healed," you say and lick the syrup off your lips. Jack gulps, so does Will. Elizabeth slaps him upside the arm. Will moans and rubs his now red arm. You smile.
"So, how was the room?" Will asks you, still holding his injured arm.
"Great, the bed is so comfortable," you comment and are almost finished your pancakes.
"Elizabeth has good taste" Jack says.
"Isn't it? In the blacksmith shop, I used to have to sleep on this old ratty thing," Will says, ignoring Jack's comment.
"Thank you, Jack," Elizabeth says graciously.
"Me too! Above the tavern, in a tiny little room, with hardly anything," you say, still looking at Will, ignoring Elizabeth's comment.
"Really?" Will asks and gets another hit from Elizabeth. His eyes start to well up and you look down, nearly laughing. Jack smiles behind his hand and Elizabeth looks contrary. You finish the last bite of your pancakes and Jack follows you to your room.
"We'll be heading out today, Will and Elizabeth have decided to come to Tortuga," Jack says and watches you gather the dress Elizabeth gave you "I was right when I said ye looked beautiful in that dress." You look at him and realize he probably doesn't show anyone affection. He's a pirate; he's supposed to be cold and ruthless.
"Thanks, Jack," you smile.
He takes a step closer and you fidget. He places his hand on your cheek and runs his fingers down your face, slowly lifting each one. You look deeply into his eyes and see softness staring back at you. You skin is tingling under the feeling of his touch as he leans in slowly and the moment you've be yearning for for so long…
"(You)? Are you in there?" you hear a loud knock on the door and a masculine voice. You look towards the door when Jack suddenly sweeps you into that kiss. The excitement of his lips pressed against yours, the pounding in your ears, the blood rushing to your head, Jack's breath softly drifting its way down your skin, makes your whole world spin. Finally, he lets go and you almost want to grasp him again. If it weren't for Will at the door. Jack smiles, pecks you again, and lingers for just a second. He gives you another deep kiss, this time weakening your knees and then leaves. You sigh contentedly and straighten your clothes, still remembering the feel of his soft lips.
"(You)!" Will yells, snapping you out of your relentless happiness. You fix your hair and fling the door open.
"Hey" you say. Will looks at you strangely. You're suddenly stricken by the need to explain the reason why you didn't come to the door straightaway.
"I was in the bath."
"Oh," he says, accepting the excuse, "I just came to see how you were."
"Great, this room is the best I've ever slept in," you say quickly.
"Wonderful, are you sure you're okay? You look a bit flushed," he asks worriedly. You smile reassuringly.
"I'm fine, anything else?" you ask and lean against the door.
"No, not really, I was just wondering if you'd like to talk, Elizabeth is bad with my past, she hasn't been through what we have," he says. You weigh the factors and decide you might as well let him in, you're just talking.
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A/n: He he. Cliffie! Makes you wonder, eh? Anyways, will post very soon. My brain is out of the gutter and working' double-time on this story. Thankies again!