A/N- Ok, chapter three…I almost gave up, but decided not to, I really need ideas, a lot of ideas, and I like listening to your ideas because they're fun- I thank you all for the reviews, please keep them coming!

Chapter Three: Admit

Starr couldn't believe her luck, or the lack thereof. Jack had not only kidnapped her, he had confused her more than any man in existence…. She knew she had to hate him, and yet she knew that she knew she couldn't, she had been trying to hate him for the past ten years, that had barely succeed when she thought him dead. He had killed Bram, and that same night, before Bram had been found…while they lay in bed- he had asked her to marry him, she had loved him, maybe she still did. Starr knew that Jack couldn't help his nature, he was a scallywag- she didn't and hadn't ever denied that- and once he had been a good man; greed does funny things to people.

She watched him pace the room, half a tankard of rum in his hand, the other half pooling in his stomach. From all his ranting, Starr had discovered that Jack thought she had killed Bram. He also thought she had taken his money after drugging him and tying him naked to the bed…now Starr was vindictive, but she wasn't sadistically evil.

"Jack, I can swear to ye that I wouldna, nay, I never killed Bram." He glared at her, his drunken stance seemingly lethal , "Can I believe you? Should I believe you?" Starr fought down an urge to pummel him and shifted her weight, keeping her eyes locked on Jack. "You tell me, Captain Jack, can you believe me?" Jack lunged at her and brought his face inches from hers-

"Why did you do it? He was your brother, wasn't he? Why kill him?"

"I didin kill him, it was you, Jack, I know it had to of been you, when I woke you were gone, probably back to Amelia- why Jack? Why kill him?" Jack threw the now empty bottle against the wall, it shattered and Starr forced herself not to flinch as he grabbed her by the wrists. "Admit it, Starr, 'twas you, not me that fired the gun!" she sneered up into his face, "My admittance will happen when you admit that I admit that I'm right."

Jack cursed and threw Starr across the room, she landed on the bed after ricocheting off the wall. When she glared back at him, he saw that her lips was cut and bleeding, there was a scratch across her cheek, and her green eyes were full of an emotion he hadn't thought she possessed…sorrow.

He approached her and she flew to the other side of the bed, her voice was venom: "Don't you touch me, don't ye dare touch me, you vile, despicable pig! You killed Bram, I know ye did, he was me family, he was my heart…I gave you a chance, Jack Sparrow, I gave ye my heart, I gave you my everything…I hate you." he had stopped to hear her out, and now that she had finished he went to her, dropping to his knees before her, "Starr…you played me like a fool, I loved you, I could still love you, just tell me why."

Starr jumped up from the bed and flew to the door, "I don't need to xplain meself, Jack, I xplain meself to no one and I won't xplain meself to you."

"Love, I'm not no one, I'm Jack Sparrow, and you will explain yourself to me, I'll get it out of you eventually, but until then…" he jumped on her, capturing her lips in his and running his hands roughly over her body, she gasped and tried to pull away, he wouldn't allow escape.

His tongue force its way into her mouth, he knees gave away and she found herself melting into his arms, "You've become so cold, Starr, let me warm you." Starr hadn't the strength to argue. He carried her to the bed and fell down on top of her. His breath raggedly mixing with hers, smelled strongly of rum and Starr knew he was drunk.

"Jack, you don't want this."

"No, love, I think I do."

"Jack, you've drunk too much, you have no clue to what yer doing-" his hungry mouth stopped her from pleading, his hands convinced her that she wanted him just as badly. He undressed her in a dizzy haste, his lip suckling on a bright nub, Starr's hands twining into his dark hair; so they didn't have trust, who did these days? At least they had lust, without lust no relationship survived…if they were said to, the people that said it, were lying.

Jack kneed her legs apart and began kissing his way down her body, his mouth moved to the juncture between her hips. His breath was hot, he was hot, Starr gasped as his tongue flipped out to tease her vulva. She pulled his head up and forced him to look her in the eyes, "Jack don't, for both our sanities, I beg you, don't." whether of the rum or the fact that he no longer cared- Jack's mouth sank back down to capture her.

'Starr screamed, her scream shattered jack's remaining restrain and he brought himself back up to her eyes, he placed himself above her and plunged himself into her as deeply as he could, he wanted to hear her cry, he wanted her to feel pain, he wanted her to feel him. She struggled under him, but only briefly, and then gave up as a wave of passionate abandon took her…

Afterwards she lay staring at the ceiling. Why did loving him hurt so right? It didn't make sense!- but she loved him, she had known that at twenty-six when she had first met him, and she knew it now ten years later, and through all the lies, through all the hate…he loved her too.

A/N- More reviews and I will type up more, if you follow through with your half of the deal I promise to follow through with mine…I'm stuck for next chapter and would like ideas…actually…review please! I'm sooo unbearably lonely!