[A/N- WARNING. THIS IS WHY IT'S RATED R. Jack wasn't lying when he said every sordid detail. Make sure the kids are busy somewhere else. For a while. And wow. *sings* Everybody loves me nobody hates me I think I'll write another chapter! *clap clap* Out of sheer curiosity am I doing all right on Jack's characterization? You have no idea how difficult it is until you try to write him! Thanks for the glowing praise to keep me motivated, all my reviewers, all ten of you! Kisses to all! I shall write more at top speed!]

Jack opened his eyes leisurely, lifting his head to look out the pitch- black window. There was at least an hour before dawn, and here he was, waking up. He groaned slightly as his head dropped back to the pillow. He was pretty well wedged into the bunk, until Alinnya woke up, his hard on threatening to bust through his trousers. He considered it momentarily. He wasn't really in the mood to restrain himself anymore. He'd been infinitely patient with this girl. And after all, all she could do was get over it, as she'd have to share a bed with him the next night. Or she'd get thrown overboard. But then again…

To hell with it, his much smaller head decided.

He kissed her shoulder, following the slope to the back of her neck and to her ear, chuckling slightly as the only reaction he got was a small sigh as she leaned against him in her sleep. Well then. He pushed his hand under her shirt, running it lightly up her waist, and tracing her breast with that same feather- light touch he'd found so effective before, shifting so that he could kiss her stomach, forcing her onto her back –Was she really this heavy a sleeper? - and freeing his other hand as he kissed his way up her navel to her breasts, nipping each one lightly before moving on. His very breath against her stomach made her shiver, and a low moan made him pause momentarily. Well, she'd be up in a minute. He may as well make sure he'd get to finish before he was slapped.

He unlaced her trousers and pulled them off deftly, kissing her hipbones before working his way back up her stomach, one hand slowly tracing it's way up her thigh, until it finally reached the place he wanted it to be.

Well, he bit back a chuckle of relief. This may not be so hard after all.

She was so comfortably warm, and wet, and tight as all hell around his fingers alone that he felt himself twitch in anticipation. He added a second finger, delicately, slowly and unmercifully wiggling them to hit at different angles, testing each and every surface of his new- found toy. His thumb fished around for a moment, then started a merciless job of teasing that one little spot on a woman's body that worked miracles.

She'd thought it was all a dream. A very vivid one, but nonetheless. It was a fantasy that went crashing down as she gasped, her eyes flying open and her back arching hard, her whole body flying into this ethereal state in which she felt nothing, and everything at once. It felt like eternity, and she relished it, whimpering softly. She closed her eyes, breathing hard, waiting. Waiting for the laugh, the pain. Waiting for him to gloat. But it never came. Instead, the fingers worked inside her one more time, and he kissed her, almost chastely, on the lips. She opened her eyes, confused, and met his brown ones in the dim candlelight. For a moment, neither of them moved.

"Yes or no, love?" he whispered, withdrawing his hand. He was very careful not to smile as he felt her hips follow its departure.

She didn't answer, kissing him with all the fire running through her.

"No," he pulled away from her. "You're not pulling me into that trap. In a word. Yes, or no."

She didn't really understand why she was having so much trouble with it. Her voice was lost to her, somewhere across the room, in the ocean. He stole it with that kiss.

"Yes," it was a whisper, it almost wasn't there, but she said it. She ran her hands up his chest and buried them into his hair, pulling him down to kiss him. "Yes."

His tongue raked against hers, back and forth, back and forth, in a slow motion that sent goosebumps through her body. She moaned against him, her hands traveling to aid his in the struggle against his trousers. It took a minute or so, but they finally came off. He stopped kissing her, his eyes boring into hers, his hands traveling up her hips and her waist. She wrapped her legs around him, her breath coming in very audible gasps.

"What are you going to do when the whole ship hears you?" he asked quietly, his hands traveling up her arms and pinning her wrists.

"What are you going to do when they don't?" her mouth formed a half- smile, and she added a seductive look to it.

He laughed quietly, positioning himself right against her hips. She moaned in frustration as he teased her, pushing himself in only to the head before leaving again. He positioned himself so he could hold both her wrists in one hand and ran the other one down her collarbone to play with her nipple, dragging his nails across it rather hard, but stopping when she winced in pain. She opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted her, kissing her brutally while he slammed his hips into hers. She squealed against him, and he held still, hanging onto a mild nirvana in this glorious moment. He used his free hand to brush up against her clit, holding himself as deep inside her as he could get, and stroked mercilessly. She gasped, and continued to whimper as he sped up his hand, her hips bucking and grinding against him, her wonderful little breasts crushed up against him. And for the second time, her world went spinning, as she jolted against him, spasming violently against his already strained erection.

He let go of her arms, propping himself on that elbow instead, moving in and out of her at a languid pace, his head buried in the pillow beside hers. He waited a few moments until her breathing had slowed, and his hand started it's offensive against her again.

"Ah! I thought you said free," her voice was strained, part with laughter and part with arousal.

"And it is, love," he whispered against her ear. "Your pleasure is mine. I bring you, and eventually, you bring me. Savvy?"

He smiled, as her only reply was a strangled gasp and a tension that brought a groan out of him. He kissed her neck as his fingers continued their assault, his hips picking up the pace, as well. It was an unending cycle of building tension that made his head spin, and he kissed her jaw, her eyes, her lips, and the two of them were caught in that position for a long while. Her fingernails in his back were the last straw, and he thrust one last time, feeling like a puppet with cut strings. A flick of his fingers, and he sent her over one final time, a strangled whimper tearing from her throat. He rolled off to the side, sweat pouring off his body and sticking to the sheets. He gathered her, still shaking slightly, into his arms, and nuzzled against her neck.

"Jack…" she whispered, edging closer into him.

"Rest, love," he held her just a little more firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

With that, she drifted off into her exhausted nirvana.