Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters
***Contains sexual situations***
She closed the door behind her not moving from her spot as a pair of chocolate brown eyes pierced through her. She stood there simply staring, watching the man intently. He was stretched out on the bed, shoes off and a half-empty bottle of rum in hand. Finally she broke the silence.
"Jack, you drink too much," she said shaking her head.
He long swig from the bottle. "Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. I'm fine," she stated matter-of-factly. She kept her hands behind her back nervously twisting them in one another. She wasn't sure why she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"It makes the world much more pleasant." She scoffed at him. "Are you sure?" he asked before he emptied the rest of the sweet liquid into his mouth, not waiting for her reply. He lie still letting the slightly dizzying feeling course through his body and he let the empty bottle slide from his hands and hit the wooden floor with a thud. Elizabeth's eyes followed it as hit and rolled to the other side of the room resting against the wall. Another silence fell upon them. It was Jack who broke the silence this time. "I knew you would come," he said with a cocky grin as he carefully inspected his dirt-filled fingernails.
"Oh?" she answered cocking her head slightly to the side.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers. "I knew you couldn't resist this," he said only half joking with the same cocky grin, pointing his fingers from head to toe for emphasis.
A small laugh escaped Elizabeth's lips. "Couldn't resist what?" she paused not really expecting an answer. "A filthy man such as yourself?"
"It didn't stop you before," he said sitting up slightly using his elbows to lean on.
She opened her mouth surprised, slightly offended by his words. Quickly she replaced her look of shock by one of anger. She glared at him and turned grabbing the door handle ready to leave.
"Wait!" Jack called, reaching a hand out. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," he called to her, "although it was true," he muttered under his breath. She turned to face him once more and plastered a goofy grin on his face.
"You're right, Jack." She walked over to his bed plopping down next to him. "I just can't resist this," she said ripping open his shirt exposing his tight chest muscles. He was shocked by her sudden display and she could see it written all over his face. She gave a small bitter laugh. "I have Will...and he loves me," she said narrowing her eyes at him, "I don't need this, Jack."
He grabbed her wrist pulling her down next to him, his face only inches from hers. "Oh, I think you do," his voice came out in a whisper. She could smell the rum lingering on his breath.
She pulled out of his grasp sitting up once more. "Jack Sparrow," her voice almost seemed to scold him. She was suddenly at a loss for words and knew that he was right. For some unknown reason, she did need him and could not resist him.
He put his hands behind his head waiting for her to speak. He smiled smugly, raising his eyebrows in question. "Go on," he urged her. She pointed her finger at him shaking it still unable to find words and the moonlight sparkled off her diamond catching her eye. A look of sheer anger spread across her face. She was angry with herself not with him. Then knowing the inevitable she gave into him. She slipped the diamond off her finger and placed it on the desk by Jack's bed. Taking it off made her feel somehow less guilty and she leaned down to him crushing her lips against him and forcefully pushing her tongue through to mingle with his.
The sudden movement startled Jack but he quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around her pulling her on top of him. A deep growl escaped his lips. He sat up slipping out of his already unbuttoned shirt. She took it from him throwing it to the floor and pushed him hard back down on the bed.
He chuckled at her desperation and neediness, "Woah, easy there."
Not slowing down a bit she tore off her dress, discarding it on the floor with his shirt. "Elizabeth, slow down." He smiled amused by her behavior. She lay on top of him pressing her bare flesh against his and pressed her lips to his in a deep passionate kiss.
"Better?" she raised her eyebrows in question. She kissed her way down his neck lavishing his chest with kisses. She trailed her lips all the down his stomach until she reached his pants. She was very aware of his growing excitement. She sat up and he quickly grabbed her hand pressing it against the bulge in his pants. 'He really is filthy in every sense of the word,' she thought to herself rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. Despite her thoughts she pulled her hand away and removed his pants adding them to the growing pile on the floor.
She lay on top of him once more, a thin layer of cotton their only barrier. They kissed passionately and he let his hands wander over her back. He slipped a few fingers under her waistband trying to rid her body of their only separation. She, more than willingly, helped him and he flipped her over. Now on top, he was dominating and in control. He placed several kisses all over her body and was satisfied to hear a small whimper leave her lips.
He was unprepared as she quickly split her legs and wrapped her arms around him jerking him downward. He resisted slightly, this time leaving her in shock.
"Easy, love," he whispered, stroking the side of her face. She turned her head slightly kissing his fingertips. He lowered himself to her, slowly easing in and felt her muscles relax. He began a slow pumping rhythm and she immediately matched it.
Their sweat-slicked bodies collided together, each thrust harder than the last as they neared their release. Jack's fingers were tangled in Elizabeth's mussed hair and his face was buried in her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin and dug her nails into his shoulders. She suddenly felt him release inside her and this triggered her own. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, stifling a scream that came out as a quiet moan. He collapsed on top of her, weak and breathless. She caressed his back with the tips of her fingernails causing him to shiver. He lifted his head up to look her in the eyes, slipped out of her, and rolled to her side. She started to get up but he grabbed her arm keeping her in place.
"Jack, what is it?"
He twisted a lock of her hair around one of his fingers. "Nothing. I just don't want you to leave yet."
"But Will..."
"I don't care about bloody stupid Will," he snapped at her cutting her off. Seeing the hurt in her eyes, he quickly said, "I mean I do care about Will just not at this particular moment." He lay on his back pulling her to him, placing her head on his chest. He closed his eyes, stroking her hair, wanting to enjoy their momentary utopia.
After several moments of listening to his heartbeat, Elizabeth forced herself off the bed slipping her dress back on and threw Jack's pants to him. She watched him, amused, as he lifted his legs straight into the air, slipped the pants over his feet, and lifted his midsection as he pulled them around his waist. Sometimes watching him do the simplest things entertained her. She gave a small laugh at him and raked her fingers through her tangled hair and wiped the sweat from her face.
"That is what you can't resist," he simply stated looking her in the eyes. She cast her eyes downward knowing there was no denying the inevitable or arguing with the truth. She simply lifted her eyes to meet his once more and shrugged her shoulders giving him small smile.
"I guess you are right, Jack." She headed for the door.
"Elizabeth..." she turned to face him. "Do you love Will?" a pause. "I mean do you truly love him?" he scrutinized her expression.
"Yes, I do," she answered truthfully with out hesitation.
"And me," he propped himself up on his elbows again. "What are your feelings about me?"
She gave him white sparkling smile unsure of how to answer and decided to simply say, "You're Captain Jack Sparrow." She stuck her arms out, hands palms up, and slightly shrugged her shoulders. "Savvy?" she added mocking him.
He slightly nodded his head at her giving her a somewhat disappointed smile as he watched her turn and leave his room, neither of them noticing the diamond that still sat on his desk. That was not even close to the answer he had hoped to hear.
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Elizabeth quietly tiptoed down the hall and into her cabin. There was a single lit candle sitting on the desk in the corner of the room. She quickly changed from her dress to her nightgown and watched Will twitch and jump in a fitful sleep. She walked over to the bed sitting by Will admiring his handsome features illuminated by the candle's glow. She winced when she saw the tear tracks that littered his face. She carefully wiped her fingers over his moistened cheeks trying to rid him of the stains. She ran her hand through his curly hair and down his face.
"Elizabeth..." he quietly called out to her in his sleep. She blew out the candle and lay down beside him cupping his face in her hand knowing full well he was still sleeping and placed a soft kiss on his dry lips.
"I'm here," she whispered. She lay with him a few more moments and he suddenly began to twitch more violently. "Will?" she shook him awake.
He sat up straight, eyes wide and sweat spilling out of every pore in his body. He turned and saw Elizabeth beside him. He reached out to touch her face. She was here. He released a sigh of relief and lay back down letting his tense body fall limp.
"Will, are you alright? I think you were having a bad dream."
"I am okay, Elizabeth." He wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his body and kissing the top of her head. "You are here and everything is okay." After a few moments, he began to drift off again when he heard four words from slip from her lips. 'I love you, Will.' It was all the reassurance he needed and he fell into a deep slumber.
A/N: Well, let's see. I guess that makes the score...Jack – 2, Will – 0. Bad Elizabeth. **smacks wrist** heehee! Alright review me, please! Ta.
***Contains sexual situations***
She closed the door behind her not moving from her spot as a pair of chocolate brown eyes pierced through her. She stood there simply staring, watching the man intently. He was stretched out on the bed, shoes off and a half-empty bottle of rum in hand. Finally she broke the silence.
"Jack, you drink too much," she said shaking her head.
He long swig from the bottle. "Would you like some?"
"No, thank you. I'm fine," she stated matter-of-factly. She kept her hands behind her back nervously twisting them in one another. She wasn't sure why she suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"It makes the world much more pleasant." She scoffed at him. "Are you sure?" he asked before he emptied the rest of the sweet liquid into his mouth, not waiting for her reply. He lie still letting the slightly dizzying feeling course through his body and he let the empty bottle slide from his hands and hit the wooden floor with a thud. Elizabeth's eyes followed it as hit and rolled to the other side of the room resting against the wall. Another silence fell upon them. It was Jack who broke the silence this time. "I knew you would come," he said with a cocky grin as he carefully inspected his dirt-filled fingernails.
"Oh?" she answered cocking her head slightly to the side.
He lifted his eyes to meet hers. "I knew you couldn't resist this," he said only half joking with the same cocky grin, pointing his fingers from head to toe for emphasis.
A small laugh escaped Elizabeth's lips. "Couldn't resist what?" she paused not really expecting an answer. "A filthy man such as yourself?"
"It didn't stop you before," he said sitting up slightly using his elbows to lean on.
She opened her mouth surprised, slightly offended by his words. Quickly she replaced her look of shock by one of anger. She glared at him and turned grabbing the door handle ready to leave.
"Wait!" Jack called, reaching a hand out. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," he called to her, "although it was true," he muttered under his breath. She turned to face him once more and plastered a goofy grin on his face.
"You're right, Jack." She walked over to his bed plopping down next to him. "I just can't resist this," she said ripping open his shirt exposing his tight chest muscles. He was shocked by her sudden display and she could see it written all over his face. She gave a small bitter laugh. "I have Will...and he loves me," she said narrowing her eyes at him, "I don't need this, Jack."
He grabbed her wrist pulling her down next to him, his face only inches from hers. "Oh, I think you do," his voice came out in a whisper. She could smell the rum lingering on his breath.
She pulled out of his grasp sitting up once more. "Jack Sparrow," her voice almost seemed to scold him. She was suddenly at a loss for words and knew that he was right. For some unknown reason, she did need him and could not resist him.
He put his hands behind his head waiting for her to speak. He smiled smugly, raising his eyebrows in question. "Go on," he urged her. She pointed her finger at him shaking it still unable to find words and the moonlight sparkled off her diamond catching her eye. A look of sheer anger spread across her face. She was angry with herself not with him. Then knowing the inevitable she gave into him. She slipped the diamond off her finger and placed it on the desk by Jack's bed. Taking it off made her feel somehow less guilty and she leaned down to him crushing her lips against him and forcefully pushing her tongue through to mingle with his.
The sudden movement startled Jack but he quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around her pulling her on top of him. A deep growl escaped his lips. He sat up slipping out of his already unbuttoned shirt. She took it from him throwing it to the floor and pushed him hard back down on the bed.
He chuckled at her desperation and neediness, "Woah, easy there."
Not slowing down a bit she tore off her dress, discarding it on the floor with his shirt. "Elizabeth, slow down." He smiled amused by her behavior. She lay on top of him pressing her bare flesh against his and pressed her lips to his in a deep passionate kiss.
"Better?" she raised her eyebrows in question. She kissed her way down his neck lavishing his chest with kisses. She trailed her lips all the down his stomach until she reached his pants. She was very aware of his growing excitement. She sat up and he quickly grabbed her hand pressing it against the bulge in his pants. 'He really is filthy in every sense of the word,' she thought to herself rolling her eyes toward the ceiling. Despite her thoughts she pulled her hand away and removed his pants adding them to the growing pile on the floor.
She lay on top of him once more, a thin layer of cotton their only barrier. They kissed passionately and he let his hands wander over her back. He slipped a few fingers under her waistband trying to rid her body of their only separation. She, more than willingly, helped him and he flipped her over. Now on top, he was dominating and in control. He placed several kisses all over her body and was satisfied to hear a small whimper leave her lips.
He was unprepared as she quickly split her legs and wrapped her arms around him jerking him downward. He resisted slightly, this time leaving her in shock.
"Easy, love," he whispered, stroking the side of her face. She turned her head slightly kissing his fingertips. He lowered himself to her, slowly easing in and felt her muscles relax. He began a slow pumping rhythm and she immediately matched it.
Their sweat-slicked bodies collided together, each thrust harder than the last as they neared their release. Jack's fingers were tangled in Elizabeth's mussed hair and his face was buried in her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin and dug her nails into his shoulders. She suddenly felt him release inside her and this triggered her own. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, stifling a scream that came out as a quiet moan. He collapsed on top of her, weak and breathless. She caressed his back with the tips of her fingernails causing him to shiver. He lifted his head up to look her in the eyes, slipped out of her, and rolled to her side. She started to get up but he grabbed her arm keeping her in place.
"Jack, what is it?"
He twisted a lock of her hair around one of his fingers. "Nothing. I just don't want you to leave yet."
"But Will..."
"I don't care about bloody stupid Will," he snapped at her cutting her off. Seeing the hurt in her eyes, he quickly said, "I mean I do care about Will just not at this particular moment." He lay on his back pulling her to him, placing her head on his chest. He closed his eyes, stroking her hair, wanting to enjoy their momentary utopia.
After several moments of listening to his heartbeat, Elizabeth forced herself off the bed slipping her dress back on and threw Jack's pants to him. She watched him, amused, as he lifted his legs straight into the air, slipped the pants over his feet, and lifted his midsection as he pulled them around his waist. Sometimes watching him do the simplest things entertained her. She gave a small laugh at him and raked her fingers through her tangled hair and wiped the sweat from her face.
"That is what you can't resist," he simply stated looking her in the eyes. She cast her eyes downward knowing there was no denying the inevitable or arguing with the truth. She simply lifted her eyes to meet his once more and shrugged her shoulders giving him small smile.
"I guess you are right, Jack." She headed for the door.
"Elizabeth..." she turned to face him. "Do you love Will?" a pause. "I mean do you truly love him?" he scrutinized her expression.
"Yes, I do," she answered truthfully with out hesitation.
"And me," he propped himself up on his elbows again. "What are your feelings about me?"
She gave him white sparkling smile unsure of how to answer and decided to simply say, "You're Captain Jack Sparrow." She stuck her arms out, hands palms up, and slightly shrugged her shoulders. "Savvy?" she added mocking him.
He slightly nodded his head at her giving her a somewhat disappointed smile as he watched her turn and leave his room, neither of them noticing the diamond that still sat on his desk. That was not even close to the answer he had hoped to hear.
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Elizabeth quietly tiptoed down the hall and into her cabin. There was a single lit candle sitting on the desk in the corner of the room. She quickly changed from her dress to her nightgown and watched Will twitch and jump in a fitful sleep. She walked over to the bed sitting by Will admiring his handsome features illuminated by the candle's glow. She winced when she saw the tear tracks that littered his face. She carefully wiped her fingers over his moistened cheeks trying to rid him of the stains. She ran her hand through his curly hair and down his face.
"Elizabeth..." he quietly called out to her in his sleep. She blew out the candle and lay down beside him cupping his face in her hand knowing full well he was still sleeping and placed a soft kiss on his dry lips.
"I'm here," she whispered. She lay with him a few more moments and he suddenly began to twitch more violently. "Will?" she shook him awake.
He sat up straight, eyes wide and sweat spilling out of every pore in his body. He turned and saw Elizabeth beside him. He reached out to touch her face. She was here. He released a sigh of relief and lay back down letting his tense body fall limp.
"Will, are you alright? I think you were having a bad dream."
"I am okay, Elizabeth." He wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his body and kissing the top of her head. "You are here and everything is okay." After a few moments, he began to drift off again when he heard four words from slip from her lips. 'I love you, Will.' It was all the reassurance he needed and he fell into a deep slumber.
A/N: Well, let's see. I guess that makes the score...Jack – 2, Will – 0. Bad Elizabeth. **smacks wrist** heehee! Alright review me, please! Ta.