Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.

Author's Note: WARNING! This scene is why I have chosen the most mature rating for this story. It is an XXX scene, so if you don't feel comfortable reading it you can just skip this chapter and the story will continue from there. But I highly recommend you read it with a cigarette available afterwards.

Chapter 41: The Sex Scene

Camille made her way to Jack's cabin, where the door was wide open. This was very unusual, because Jack always enjoyed his privacy. She walked right in, looking around. "Jack?"

He appeared, through the doorway of his office. His coat and hat were gone, and he looked quite comfy in his bare feet. "Hello, darling!" he said gaily, lifting his bottle of rum before swaggering over to her. "Would you care for some rum?" he offered.

Camille didn't quite know how to react to this. He was in an amazingly pleasant mood, which rarely happened. He was also sharing his alcohol with her and not hoarding it for himself, which was also rare. She had never witnessed this before. And he wasn't upset about the book she'd taken? She accepted the half empty bottle he was holding out to her. "Thank you," she said slowly, taking the bottle and sipping from it.

"Don't drink too much. You're going to need some concentration a bit later," he said, waving his finger at her as he shut the door and locked it.

Camille looked around. It was so bright in there! She looked up, above the table. That chandelier looked very familiar. "Jack, how did you manage to take a chandelier from my house?" she inquired.

He just grinned. "Would you like me to return it?"

"No, I think it looks wonderful. It makes the room so much more cheery," she said, proceeding to look around. The place did look very different. It was clean, as well. Usually things were caked in dust. And no maps lying everywhere between piles of books. "Okay Jack, what gives?"

"What do you mean, love?" he asked nicely.

"You've cleaned your cabin, you're sharing your rum with me, we're not in the middle of an argument…and you haven't even noticed that I stole your book."

He lifted his eyebrows. "What? Oh, Wordsworth, I know. What's your point?"

"Well it's a bit…unsettling," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "To me, at least."

"Well…" Jack said, scratching his head. "I suppose I could start an argument with you. I mean, if it would make you feel more at ease."

Camille smiled. "Are you doing this just for me?"

"I was, yes," he answered honestly.

"You don't have to do this to get me in bed with you, Jack."

"You know, that was the motivation. But after I did it all, I realized that whether I get you or not, I'm happy just to be spending an evening with you."

Her mouth dropped open. "Whoa," she said. This was certainly not Captain Jack Sparrow saying these sweet words. Certainly not a side of him that anyone had actually seen, or taken into account that it had even existed. "Whoa," she said again, putting her hands out. "That is crossing the line, Jack. Just what the hell are you getting at?"

"What are you talking about?" he said, surprised at her sudden disgust.

"I don't like this new game you're playing with me."
"Camille, what game?" he insisted, beginning to get irritated.

"You! You would never say those things to me!" Then she held her tongue. Wait, why was she getting so upset over that? Wasn't it what she wanted? She had gotten so used to Jack's egotistical, childish ways that she didn't know how to tolerate this.

"All right then, you want me to call you a tramp again, is that it? Would that make you feel better?" he began yelling. She had gotten him going now.

"Jack no, I'm sorry," she said, coming towards him and trying to calm him down.

"I try and do something nice for you; I try to apologize, and you throw it in my face! I can't win with you, I just can't!" he was raving.

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting it," she said, stepping up to him.

"Well then, what are you expecting? You might want to leave me a note next time, because all you do is confuse me," he said, not lowering the tone of his voice.

"Jack," she said calmly, but he wouldn't calm down. She forced his arms down at his sides and kissed him, backing him up against the wall. The tension on Jack's side immediately was turned into lust, and he wrapped himself around her.

He ran his hands down her neck, underneath the back of her dress. He quickly untied her corset and threw it to the side. She unbuttoned his shirt carefully, knowing how hard it was to find buttons. Once he was shirtless, she pulled off his "belt", or the rag he wore around his waist. Her dress was on the floor at their heels, and Jack took the rings off his fingers while they groped each other. Making their way to the bed, Jack's trousers finally came off and he lowered her gently, not separating his mouth from hers. No, Jack, he told himself.

Camille was trembling, her hair was coming out, and she shook her head so that it came down in a flurry of red and just scattered on the pillow. She bit Jack's lip, moving her hand down to his scrotum and being ever so gentle with it. I can't have feelings for this woman, he again tried to convince himself before all hope of that was lost.

Jack moaned. He had not been expecting her to do anything. He had never actually been intimate with a woman with whom he'd had romantic feelings for, so it had always just been for the sex. There was usually nothing leading up to it, no fooling around; not even anything oral except on rare occasions. He rolled over as she forced him to lie on his back, and then gently put her tongue between his testicles. He clutched the covers with each hand as she lightly ran her teeth along his penis, going around the head with the tip of her tongue. She then licked him all the way up to his navel, while at the same time grabbing his penis and squeezing it.

He couldn't hold back anymore. He sat up and grabbed her, pinning her underneath him and kissing her as he found her vagina and began gently massaging the outside of it.

Camille shuddered. His touch felt so good, and she tried to spread her legs wider and wider. It wasn't long until one of his fingers was stroking the inner lips, just by her clitoris. She would have been satisfied merely with this, because it felt so amazing. She could feel herself beginning to climax as he eased his way inside her.

Jack was extremely gentle, but his thrusts were powerful enough that they were both sweating within seconds. He had his mouth right next to her ear, holding her head close as he groaned. "Oh God, Camille. Oh my God," he whispered. Then he began grunting as they went faster.

She couldn't say anything, the ecstasy was so powerful. She moaned, and the moans turned louder until she nearly screamed if Jack's ears hadn't been so close to her mouth. She wrapped one of her legs around his buttocks, pressing as hard as she could against him. With a final thrust, they both climaxed at the same time. It only lasted a couple of seconds with Jack, but he still rubbed against her so that her orgasm lasted for about half a minute.

He watched her, trailing his hand slowly around her breasts as she finished. He slipped out of her, kissing each of her breasts slowly several times. They were both out of breath, and without saying a word he laid his head next to hers, draping his arm over her exposed body. Camille whimpered one final time, took one last deep breath, and fell asleep beside him as he did the same. (Smoke if ya got 'em! Woooooo!)