[A/N- Okay everybody, this is the last mushy. Then we're out of the mushy. I swear to god we're out of the mushy! For a while, anyway… though you may be wishing for it later…]

This was no ballroom waltz. The music was faster, more seductive. He spun her around, and she flowed from his arms like wine, graceful as hell. Her hand was on his chest, his on her hip, as they danced, their eyes locked, their feet moving in perfect unison, a mixture of sweat and hard breathing. A dance far more intricate and far more erotic than anything he'd ever done before. Far too soon, it was over. He kissed her, pressing her body along his, his hands tangled in her hair, his breeches several sizes too small. Jeering and catcalls in several languages ensued, but he ignored them, lost in the feeling of her lips against his. An airy whimper escaped her throat, and he pulled away, looking deep into her eyes.
"Shall we go, love?" his voice was rough.
"Yes," she replied, wondering if he even heard her or gathered the answer from watching her lips move. The end result was the same, as he led her toward a more secluded portion of the beach. He kissed her again, far more demandingly, spurred on by the vibration of her moans against him. She was fucking mute in bed, and the prospect of her making any noise at all excited him. He forced himself to keep his self- control, pulling back from her lips, her breathing labored, her eyes closed and her face in an expression that could only be defined as lust. She was shaking in his arms- no. He was the one shaking. Every emotion seemed to jar through his body like a sea squall, and he rested his head against the crook of her neck, crushing her in his arms. She held him as well, her breath tickling his chest through the thin shirt. It was a warm night, but she was covered in goosebumps.
"I sought thee the world over, and found you not," he whispered.
"But I was with you in every word and deed and gesture," she replied, looking him in the eyes and kissing him again. She had never experienced him in this light- so tender, uncertain, and so passionate. It was almost unnerving, but it was sending chills down her spine, simultaneously.
He ran his lips down her neck, nipping delicately on his way, and she melted under him, her knees giving out as he continued his way down her collarbone, and he chuckled as her weight fell on his arms, and he sank onto the sand, cradling her, his lips finding the bare skin of her stomach and sucking, causing her to whimper, her hands wrapped hard through his hair. After far too long, his lips made their way towards her breasts, and she moaned as he trailed his fingers over their outline, relishing the feeling of her skin under his. He leaned forward, kissing her thoroughly, his hand unlacing her trousers. Her hands ran down his shoulders and chest, gripping his sides forcefully as he pulled her pants down around her knees, dragging his fingernails up his thighs on the return trip.
He let out a gasp as her fingers traced the bulge in his pants, his hips involuntarily jerking forward at the loss of sensation, sighing as he felt the pressure in his pants decrease, though she wasn't nearly as quick about it as he had been. He ran his fingers up the joint of her thigh, grinning a little at her hiss of breath as she tried to jerk her hips to where she wanted him. He obliged her in that respect, though his touch was too light to do much good.
"Jack…" she whimpered, and the sound of her voice killed his self-control. He fell to his knees over her, his mouth dominating hers, his fingers wiggling inside her all the way to the knuckles, and she moaned against him, her hands finally defeating his pants, and he pulled back, growling, as her hands grasped his already- strained erection. She chuckled, and he ripped off her pants and boots, driving into her without another conscious thought.
She yelped, and he stopped, sheathed inside her, willing himself to stop the tremors that were coursing through him. Yes, this. He'd searched the whole damn city searching for this.
She, however, had gotten tired of waiting, and pushed him over. Her hips grinded against his as she landed on top of him. He rose up to kiss her, shifting his legs for balance, and ended up sitting, Indian- style, with her legs wrapped around his waist. Now this was a new one. He kissed her shoulder, his hands running down her waist, between her legs…
He was rewarded with a strangled cry as she fell backwards under his ministrations. He chuckled, thrusting gently as her body tensed around him, her cries getting louder as he went. She let out a mild scream after a short while, her back arching against his legs, her fists gripping futilely at the sand, and he closed his eyes as he went into oblivion with her.
***
She wanted her pants back. It was almost dawn, and the sand was grating against her legs. She stood, wiggling carefully out of Jack's arms, and walked waist deep into the ocean, feeling the cool water swirl around her body.
"Why don't you scream for me, lovely?"
She barreled backwards as though the man was standing right in front of her, nearly losing her balance as she approached the shore, nearly ripping her trousers as she slung them back on. She looked around, almost expecting to see Jonathan standing next to her.

She supposed that ship would never get any farther behind her.