Disclaimer: Yes! He's MINE! ALL MINE! Evil laugh ... coughs, clears throat, coughs Nope, sorry folks. He's still not mine. Nothing is, actually, except for Alana Cording and any people/things not mentioned in the movie.

A/n: This chapter is rated MA for ADULT CONTENT!

Chapter 3 – Proving a Point

"Will you stop that?" Jack yelled as he swaggered from the helm to where Alana was mopping. Like so many times before, she looked up at him with innocent green eyes – he hated it!

"'Stop' what?"

"Don't play coy with me, Alana! You know exactly what you're doing!"

Since the day she had "mysteriously" appeared on his ship – which he had concluded was truly an accident by now – he had given her nothing to do but scrub or mop the decks, not finding her very apt to do anything else on his ship. The real reason was he didn't very well trust her. She was sneaky. She had not complained about her task, though she sometimes suggested she could be more help in other things. Alana suggested quite a lot, he realized, and it was driving him mad. Every day she wore something different to fulfill her minor chore, but each outfit was as scandalous as its predecessor. This would not have been a problem to the pirate captain if only she was in his bed every night, but she was not. What bothered him above all was that she cunningly used it against him, purposefully scrubbing hard and causing her body to arch in unnecessary ways. Today she was scantily clad in her first outfit, the brilliant red "swimsuit" as she called it. He was finding it terribly hard to resist.

"Look," Alana spoke sharply, getting up from her knees and placing a hand on her hip, "if you don't like the way I clean your fucking ship, you can do it yourself. And that's Miss Cording to you." To accentuate her point, she dropped the scrub brush with a plop into the bucket. It seemed that every day she found herself in a battle of wits with Jack Sparrow, and she could not deny that she liked it, just like she couldn't deny that she found the rogue extremely attractive.

Jack glared at her through narrowed eyes, contemplating whether he should shoot her or ravish her. Then he snorted and grinned. "That's alright, love, I have better things to do. Besides, it keeps my men from hiding below decks. I think it's yer rear end that has 'em staring," he said with a wink.

Alana eyed him strangely and smacked herself in the butt. "Of course it is! This is Grade-A quality meat I've got here! Absolutely orgasmic!"

Tilting his head back, Jack scrutinized her down his nose. After a brief interval, he smirked in amusement and laughed.

"What?"

"You're all talk, love. You really shouldn't say somethin' you know nothing about."

"What makes you think I'm all bark, no bite? For all you know I could be the best lay in the world."

"Yeah," he rolled his eyes skeptically, "and next thing I find that you're a highly trained assassin."

"You never know, life's full of surprises!" she shrugged.

"That's true, but I highly doubt you're one o' them. Nice try though," he added grinning. "Really, if you wanted in my pants all ye had to do was say so. There's no need to try an' impress me."

Alana rolled her eyes and scoffed with crossed arms. "Trust me; to impress you is the least of my worries."

Jack nodded his head in agreement with her, speaking in mock sincerity. "Sure ye don't, darling. A virgin such as yourself would never think of such things." Turning on his heels, Jack called to his helmsman and sauntered towards his cabin.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you moron? I'm not fucking virgin!" Alana's arms went flailing as she yelled after him. The crew around the ship looked at the pair by the helm at her exclamation, wondering what the Captain had said to anger her this time.

"Whatever you say!" Jack waved entering his cabin, a saucy grin plastering his face.

Alana stood in her place, seething with both anger and want. Giving a scream of agitation, she kicked the bucket and stormed off to his cabin, slamming the door behind her.

Everything on deck went quiet. Then…

"Three shillin's the lass'll flog 'im!"

Jack sat in an armchair drinking rum with his feet propped on his desk, when Alana burst through his door and slammed it shut behind her. He grinned, wondering what she would do now.

"Ah, Miss Cording, how can I help you?"

"Get up," she demanded. When the arrogant captain looked at her with a frown and pure perplexity, Alana sighed in exasperation. "Do I have to do everything myself?"

Curiously, Jack watched as the ill-tempered woman stepped behind his chair. It was then he found out what she was doing – well, at that moment, anyway.

"Bloody Hell, woman!" Jack yelled as she pulled the chair from beneath him. Standing up, he was ready to go off on her, when she started to pull off his coat. That being done, she rounded him once more and began to remove his vest, all in sharp jerky movements.

"What are you doing?" he asked in bewilderment. As a response, Alana removed his belt of effects, pulled his shirt over his head, and pushed him forcefully onto his bed before climbing atop of him.

Straddling him, Alana gave a brief answer. "Proving a point."

Before Jack could react, Alana kissed him harshly on the lips, forcing her tongue into his mouth and seeking his. What had gotten into her, he did not know, but he was certainly not complaining. Meeting her with an equally fervent kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, he allowed his hands to wander over her skin.

Jack was taking his liberties with her, and Alana didn't like it. Pulling his hands away from her thighs, she nipped his lower lip roughly before pulling away. Beneath her, the pirate captain grunted with annoyance, though grinning like a cat.

"Couldn't resist me, could ye?"

"Oh, save it Sparrow," she hissed. "I'm the one proving a point, not you."

"But you don't have to, so why is it you've decided to be so friendly now? Could it be my good looks, my undaunting charm?"

Alana sneered. "That's something you lack greatly, so don't flatter yourself. Let's just say, I always like to be right." An impish glimmer flashed behind her green orbs, as she looked down intently at Jack. "This is how it goes. It's my games, my rules, so keep your hands to yourself. After all, I'm the one proving the point, like I said."

Jack grinned rebelliously, and gold teeth glinted slightly. To her surprise, Alana found she quite liked it. "And what if I don't comply?"

"Then I'll have to force you."

With surprising strength, Jack found his wrists forced to the mattress above his head. Of course, he could have easily over-powered her, but it was all so much more interesting this way. What he had said earlier was absolutely incorrect – this woman had plenty of experience under her belt. Smirking, she bit his lip gently before moving to his earlobe, grazing it softly with her teeth, and lapping the tender flesh behind it.

Working her way down his neck, nipping and licking all the way to his collarbone, Alana smiled to herself. It had been a while since she had a man, and Captain Jack Sparrow was a man in every sense of the word. She tried imagining the feel of him inside her, but knew she needed to be a bit more wet though. And she knew exactly how to do it. By teasing him, she could arouse herself, the taste of his salty skin sending a familiar tingle throughout her body.

Reaching his chest, her lips hovered over his nipple, her eyes boring into his as her hot breath taunted it. Grinning, she flicked her tongue briskly over it. Jack's muscles beneath her contracted at the contact, and she raised her brows bemusedly. This time, she planted her lips on it firmly and sucked hard once with it between her teeth. Finally, Jack succumbed to what he had been fighting, what Alana had wanted to hear from him – he moaned. Satisfied with the results, Alana pulled away and went back to his ear, ready to let him at her.

"Touch me." Her sultry voice was smooth as velvet when she breathed it into Jack's ear. The pressure on his wrists receded as the raven-haired temptress ran her hands down his tan arms. Lowering his arms, he snaked them over her butter-smooth skin – her arms, her chest, stomach and thighs. Captain Jack Sparrow was more than willing to comply. The at first mild throbbing of his groin had now escaladed to an almost painful stinging. Trying to draw out the process a while longer, he ignored it, instead sampling her neck and shoulders with his tongue. She in return rubbed her hands all over his chest, sucking on his ear, and biting down a little harder when he slipped his hands beneath her bathing suit bottom and gave her tush a firm squeeze.

"You wretch," Alana said teasingly, bringing her hips down on his and making him hiss.

Jack just couldn't take it anymore. The bulge in his pants was extremely obvious now, not only to the naked eye, but apparently to his nerve endings too, who were, by the way, yelling in uncomfortable pressure. He couldn't take it. He needed out!

"God, love, let me out."

With a cocked eyebrow, Alana replied, "Leaving so soon?" She yelped as Jack groped her, roughly squeezing her frame to his.

"Ye know exactly what I mean, ye saucy wench." Though his tone was deep and demanding, Alana took no insult in his comment, which was obviously meant to be playful. Besides, she had been called worse things in her life, she could put up with wench.

Flashing a face of mock modesty, she shrugged and let her fingers slide to the fastening of his pants, untying them with a quickness that even surprised Jack. When she was all done, Jack let out a heavy breath, the tepid air somewhat cooling his erection. It still throbbed like a bitch, though.

Alana, who had sat up, was now leaning over his member, with both brows raised and a humorous smirk. In reality, she was impressed – he was by far among the biggest she'd had. She chuckled almost, trying not to, as it twitched when she blew a cool breeze from her mouth. Alas, mischief does not go unrewarded, and that she found true, wincing as Jack took a handful of her hair in his hand and pulled her forcibly up towards him, ravaging her lips with his.

"Tauntin' the Captain is a severe offense, pet," he said releasing her mouth, his tone a husky growl. His long, elegant fingers, decked with silver, snaked down from her back to the front lining of her bikini bottom to administer the just "punishment" for her crime. This is where she stopped him.

The surprising strength was in her grip again as she pulled Jack's hand away and sat up. "Pardon me, Captain, but in case you forgot, this is my game. Just lean back and relax," she said seductively, "and watch me. You'll get the hang of it." Dragging her hands slowly down her chest and past her naval, Alana fingered the lining of her bathing suit, all the while holding her gaze on the scoundrel beneath her who would from time to time look up at her face. Then, slanting her head to the side, she undid the ties that held the bottom together and tossed it on the floor. Naturally, Jack's fidgety fingers moved towards her again, and again she stopped them, bringing them to her mouth instead. Without further ado, she lifted her hips and impaled herself on his upright prick, lowering herself roughly enough to elicit a slight gasp from Jack.

Jack Sparrow looked up at this woman with shock at her abrupt take of him. It was not that he hadn't expected her to do it – she would do it eventually! – but he just did not think it would be so soon.

'Nope, definitely no a virgin.' Jack snapped from his reverie as Alana began to move. She went in slow circular motions, but every time she descended, she was forceful. Every time, Jack raised his pelvis to meet her with vigorous thrusts. Within short time, her pace increased, and she dropped his hands, dragging her nails lightly over his chest, past his scars and tattoos, all the while watching him through diminished irises.

They were already sweating. The hot combination of the sun beating on the roof of the cabin, and the lack of air conditioning was making the room all the more sweltering. Suddenly, with the mixture of Jack's hands exploring her body and a bead of sweat rolling down her chest, she had the urge to touch herself.

Jack watched through dark clouded eyes as Alana reached up to her breasts and slipped her hands beneath their coverings, no doubt teasing her hard nipples. His hands tightened on her hips, telling her only one thing. Faster, she went, harder, now twisting her hips and grinding down roughly. Tilting her head back slightly, she moaned erotically through slightly parted lips. Her green eyes stayed on his, looking down through thick black lashes.

Suddenly, she slowed quickly, before jerking down quickly on him again. "Alana!" came Jack's gruff moan. Again Alana moaned, engrossed in pleasure, and rode him harder still, his hands aiding her hips. She could tell he was close to his end, that he would soon be coming inside her, but Alana didn't stop. She had never cared for safe sex, anyway.

Everything went just as she had surmised it would. Upon one decent, he penetrated her deep enough, hard enough, to elicit a scream of pleasure from her rosy lips, as orgasm claimed her. The clutching of her inner walls around his cock combined with her warm flow of juices caused Jack to burst his seed into her with a final grunt, back arched. Time stood still as intense pleasure coursed through both their veins. After several minutes time, Jack opened his eyes to see Alana leaning over him, panting heavily with a wild grin on her face. Her hands were planted on his shoulders, and she was straddling him, but she had already removed herself from him.

"Not bad!"

Jack chuckled at her comment – a more labored chuckle between pants – as Alana rolled off him, removing a damp lock of Black hair from her face.

"With that, I agree," Jack nodded. It was another three minutes that the two lay side by side, slowing their heart rates.

"You just get right down to business, don't you?" Jack asked, turning his head to face her.

"Sometimes. But you have to admit," Alana added confidently, "I'm the best lay you've ever had.

"You seem pretty sure of yourself," he stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Say what you want, I know it's true."

Now he couldn't help but laugh. "Aye." It was a skeptical statement, but deep down Jack knew she was right.

"And-"

"And you're not a virgin," he grinned.

Alana smiled a wild, crazy smile. "Great! Now that we're on the same page I can get back to work."

"You know, you really don't have to," Jack informed with his trademark grin. "The Captain won't mind at all."

"Nah, I must!" Hopping out of bed, she walked (buck-naked and shamelessly) to a small lavatory and pulled out a clean cloth.

"You don't mind, do you?" With a routine ease, she wiped her most sensitive spot dry and pulled on her bikini bottom. "Here, you might want this before you leave," she said, tossing Jack the used cloth, "wouldn't want to dirty your pants." Winking, she left and closed the door behind her.

Jack lay naked on the covers of his bed, one arm folded behind his head. He was thinking. Alana had come into his room and taken all charge of pleasuring him (and herself, being the real reason she had done it, he guessed.) It had been a week that he had wanted her, a long week of waiting, and now he had just had her. He should be satisfied now, the intrigue gone. But he wasn't satisfied, and the intrigue wasn't gone.

'It should be easier to get her now.' He still wanted her, and he was determined to have her again.

'At first the maid is hesitant to roll in the hay, but the second time she is more eager to spread her legs…'

As the door shut and Alana strode back into the sunlight, the crew aboard the Black Pearl stilled in their work. She smiled and picked up her bucket, ready to fling it into the sea again. A middle-aged member of the crew, Roger, nudged Mathew in the ribs and nodded towards her. As the youngest sailor, Mathew had become their herald.

Timidly, Mathew approached the black-haired Alana, and cleared his throat nervously. "M…Miss Cording..."

"What can I do for you, Matty?" she asked jovially.

"What," he shifted his eyes nervously, "what'd you do to Captain Sparrow?"

Alana's eyes danced with amusement, and she grinned, raising her brows suggestively before she walked off casually, calling back as she went,

"Just proved a point!"

A/N: Hello! I'd just like to thank you all for being so great. (Those of you that have reviewed, that is.) I'm sure there are more great people out there wink, wink ...sighs I would really appreciate it if more of you would review just to lend me advice, because I really don't know where I'm going with this so well. If you can point anything out that might help me become a better writer, I would be indebted to you.

Hope you liked the Chapter! (Naked Jack is always good! Lol.)

"In with the early dawn, moving right along, I couldn't buy an eye of sleep
And in the aching night, under satellite, I was not recieved
With the stolen parts, a telephone in my heart, someone get me a priest to put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head is this a cure is or is this a disease?"

- Audio Slave