(A/N) I turn the heat up on this chapter! Enjoy!

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Elizabeth smoothed out the silk night gown she was in. It was white and completely beautiful, and Maria had quite the eye for good taste. Maria ran a bath for Elizabeth and gave her all of the necessary soaps. Maria asked Elizabeth's size so she could go into town and find more clothes for Elizabeth to wear.

Elizabeth over looked the balcony in her bedroom, and on a conversation with Maria, had found out this was Jack's bedroom, and he was sleeping in the guest room. Elizabeth was fed and pampered, but completely alone, she actually missed Jack's company. The ocean was crashing against the rocks below her, and it sent some spray up to her face, which felt refreshingly cool.

"You shouldn't be on your feet." Elizabeth turned to see Jack standing in her doorway. He was wearing black linen pants with a white cotton blouse that only buttoned to his stomach.

"I'm not a child." Elizabeth said simply as she turned back to the water. Elizabeth felt Jack walk up behind her.

"Beautiful." He whispered.

"Yes, it is." Elizabeth said. However, she knew Jack wasn't commenting on the view, it was on her. Elizabeth turned around and caught his gaze. Something inside Elizabeth said to go for it, just kiss him, what's the harm, the other nagging side told her he would only break her heart. They were from two different worlds, it just wouldn't work.

"I called Gibbs." Jack said clearing his voice. "He says that his team will show up to help us out."

"Good." Elizabeth slid past him, in doing so, she put her hands on his hips. "I should call my father, make sure he doesn't send the cavalry…" Elizabeth said as she picked up her cell phone.

"You haven't called your father once…" Jack took her hand and forced the cell phone out of it. Jack reached up and touched her cheek. Jack was growing more and more desperate with each moment he spent with her, he wanted her touch, he wanted to touch her.

"Jack, please…" Elizabeth pushed away. "In the end, this will be a mistake, this will break someone's heart."

"What if I make you a promise?" Jack said as he grabbed her hips and brought her closer to him.

"Only if you can keep it." Elizabeth said no longer pushing away from him.

"Alright, if I promise that I will never break your heart, never under any circumstances, will you give your heart to me?" Jack looked into her eyes longingly. Elizabeth realized that this shouldn't be happening, that she shouldn't be falling for a criminal, but sometimes you just couldn't help it.

"I can't give it to you." Elizabeth said.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"You've stolen it." Elizabeth smiled and hooked her arms around his neck. Jack kissed her passionately, kissing her warmly, lovingly, sent tingles down Elizabeth's spine.

Jack picked her up off the floor and carried her to the bed. As he laid her down he kissed her again and laid down next to her. His fingers traced her skin in slow, even strokes, as his kisses trailed lower to her neck, then to the middle of her chest. Elizabeth took her hands and placed them on Jack's face, bringing him back up to meet her mouth. Elizabeth then turned and pushed Jack on his back, and straddled him.

Elizabeth sat up and looked at him. He was a handsome man, a thief no less, yet, a man she knew would make her happy, and be damned if he broke his word. Elizabeth leaned down and kissed him, as she was doing so her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Slowly she took the shirt off and slid her hands up around his chest, then slowly back down towards the button of his pants.

He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. She understood what he meant, she simply nodded and bit her lip, stifling a cry of happiness. He released her hands and let her continue to explore him. Elizabeth pulled the zipper down and slowly began to pull down his pants.

Jack grabbed Elizabeth by the small of her back and flipped her over. Jack was on top now, his turn to explore, to touch her. Jack slowly slid his hands up her thighs, lifting her dress upwards till it was at her navel. He smiled and pulled the dress off her, and gently laid her back down on the pillows. She was utterly beautiful, and Jack realized now, that she was his, but she wasn't a painting, nor money that was to be stolen, she was a living breathing woman, one whom he found himself caring for more than life itself. He was falling in love with Elizabeth Swann, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"If you hear anything else…" Will Turner said to his informant. "Alright, thanks again." Will flipped his cell phone off and looked at the pictures that were scattered about his desk.

"Elizabeth what are you doing?" Will saw the pictures of Jack Sparrow and the beautiful woman on his arm. The photos were taken in the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, he was there scouting and had stolen the paintings. Will couldn't understand Elizabeth's involvement, but there had to be a reason, he knew she was technically missing, her own father called him to ask of her whereabouts. Will sighed deeply and put the photos back in the envelope. He would keep this to himself, and tomorrow he would call Elizabeth and find out what was going on, because as far as he was concerned, she looked incredibly guilty.

"Sir, we can't find her." James Norrington fumed.

"What?"

"Her and Sparrow are gone."

"Find them. Check the Caribbean first, I want her, and I want that Monet." James Norrington looked around the hotel room. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, a blouse…pink. He picked it up and smelled it, it smelled like her, the first time he laid eyes on her…He realized he was infatuated with her, she looked so much like Maggie, he didn't want her to follow the same fate as Maggie, no, he stole the Dance at Bougival for her, she would love it and return the love to him…James Norrington was no fool, she was going to love him, otherwise she was going to die.

"Sir, we have a problem." One of James's guards walked in. "She's FBI." He handed him a printout of Elizabeth, and sure enough, there it was, FBI.

"No, impossible." James sat on the bed. "She was so…" He then saw her last name. "Swann?" James clenched his fists. "We are going to Washington, now."