Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Authors Note: Ok this chapter and chapter seven were actually supposed to be the same chapter but every time I tried to move on Jack started whining. So if this chapter is a little short it's Jack's fault, not mine. It is however finally chalk full of smoochy goodness. Btw if you wanna hear a funny and slightly gross true story about what happened as I was writing this chapter, check out the note at the end of the chapter.
Authors Note 2: Thank you all so so much for you response to my story. I'm completely overwhelmed by your kind words! Honestly I can't express how much it means to me to have so much support from you all, especially since I haven't written anything in so many years. Hope you enjoy!
Warning: This chapter here is why the story is rated R. There's nothing too explicit cuz honestly I'm not good at writing it but if you're squeamish at all about smut (even soft core smut), you shouldn't read this chapter!
Her words were still echoing in the air between them as Jack took his own advice and seized the opportune moment. At the first touch of his lips, Elizabeth was completely lost. The scratch of his weather roughened lips against her own soft ones was exquisite and she bit back a moan as the taste and feel of him flooded her senses. Jack tasted like exotic freedom, like sea and sun and spices and rum. She had forgotten how intoxicating he was, more so than any rum, though it caused a similar warmth in her belly.
Jack had been hesitant in their first kiss. It had been slow and exploratory as all good first kisses are. There was no hesitation from him this time, and none of the sweet timidness she found in Will's kisses. He didn't ask permission, he simply took what he wanted from her, like the pirate he was. He kissed her as though he was starving for her, one hand in her hair, cupping the back of her head and the other sliding down to wrap around her waist, fingers splayed against her back, in a gesture that felt both possessive and protective and sent a thrill through Elizabeth's body. Her own hands were far from idle. One traveled to the nape of his neck, twisting in the hair she found there, and the other was clutching his back with a desperation she'd never felt before.
His tongue licked along the seam of her lips and she opened them without hesitation. He wasted no time before exploring her, tracing the backs of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, gliding along her own tongue. When Elizabeth chased his tongue back into his mouth and performed the same hungry exploration, he groaned deep in his throat and yanked her further into his arms. She went willingly and Jack fell backwards on the bed, losing his hat in the process. He immediately rolled them so that he was on top of her, their legs impossibly intertwined.
This was a new sensation for Elizabeth, having only shared a few gentle kisses with Will before but she was definitely not objecting. The feel of Jack, warm and heavy on top of her, pressing her into the soft bedding, was sending shockwaves of heat though her.
His hands were on the move again, sliding down her side. When the tips of his fingers brushed against the side of her breast, she whimpered and arched up involuntarily. Jack paid no heed to her actions though and he continued down, to the edge of her hip, the outside of her thigh. No longer gently caressing he gripped her leg, pulling it up and over his hip and suddenly she could feel him against her, solid and urgent.
Their simultaneous groans of satisfaction were muffled by the other's lips as their kisses grew even more desperate. His hand slid back up her thigh, over the outside of her hip, and slipped underneath her shirt. He stroked the skin of her stomach for a moment before moving around to her back and pulling her up into him. The sensation of him pressed so tightly against her caused another, more intense wave of heat to shoot through her, pooling in the center of her body and she whimpered his name into their kiss.
Jack pulled back for a moment, breathing heavily and his eyes roved over her face. She knew she must be a sight. Gasping raggedly through lips which were swollen and red, hair mussed and spread across the pillow. If she'd had any brain power at all left she knew she'd be blushing. As it was she could only stare back at him with heavy lidded eyes, silently asking him to come back, to finish what they'd started. His jaw clenched at her unspoken invitation.
"Damn it, Elizabeth. What are you doing to me?" he muttered through gritted teeth before covering her mouth once again, and any reply she might have made was swallowed by his mouth. His lips only stayed with her for a moment though before they were slipping down her cheek, over her jaw and onto her neck. Elizabeth's eyes widened as he brought his teeth into play, nipping his way down her neck until he reached the edge of her shirt, which he promptly pulled to the side. He attacked the area where her shoulder met her neck with vigor, alternately biting and licking the sensitive bit of flesh. Elizabeth moaned, a sound so wanton and needy that for a moment she opened her eyes to see if someone else was in the room, making such noises.
'Was that me?'
Then Jack scraped his teeth along her collarbone and she was swept away again. Suddenly she was rocked by the need to feel his skin under her hands. Taking a page from Jack's book she slid her hands down his back to the edge of his shirt and then under it. His flesh was warm and smooth. She could feel the muscles in his back shift in response to her fingers as she moved them up his back. About halfway up, she felt a bit of raised flesh and another further up on the other side. It took her a moment to figure out what they were.
'Scars.'
She wanted to see them, explore them with her eyes as well as her fingers but that could wait until later. For now she needed to feel more of him. In a move that was so bold it would have made the ladies back in Port Royal blush for a week, she slid her hands around to his chest. Without pausing his activities at her neck, Jack pushed himself off of her enough that she could trace her fingers down the line of muscle which ran along his stomach. The lines fascinated her and she continued to follow them with the tips of her fingers, noting the scars she came across. She needed to see the lines she was feeling and the scars that crisscrossed through them. She needed to feel his skin on her without all the layers of clothes separating them.
Of course Elizabeth had no idea how to voice that need, having absolutely no experience with this kind of thing before.
"Jack..." she whispered into his ear, noting that he shuddered at the action, "Jack I- I need..." she whimpered in frustration at not being able to voice her need.
Her broken plea distracted the Captain from his exploration of her neck and he lifted his head to look at her, "What is it, luv?"
Jack's voice was low and husky and it sent a shiver through Elizabeth's body. His eyes were completely dilated, only a thin ring of the dark chocolate brown she was so used to remained around the edges of his pupils. At that moment he looked dangerous and sensual and so beautiful it hurt her eyes to look at him. She blinked, trying to remember what she'd been about to say.
He brought his hand up to stroke along her cheek and Elizabeth's eyes fluttered closed as she nuzzled against it. Jack smiled briefly before leaning down and placing a kiss so heartbreakingly tender on her lips that Elizabeth felt her heart clench in response. How could a man as self-serving as Jack usually was be so tender?
He pulled away after a moment, looking at her again, "What do you need, Lizzie?"
Elizabeth searched his eyes for a moment before finding her voice, "I-I need to," she stammered nervously, "I want to see you."
It wasn't the most articulate thing she had ever said but Jack seemed to get the point and heat flared in his eyes before he sat up, pulling Elizabeth with him, "Be my guest, luv."
For a moment, once she realized his meaning, she almost blushed but her desire won out and she hurriedly undid his vest, watching him shrug it off before tugging his shirt up and over his head. Her eyes drank him in hungrily, with no trace of self-consciousness. The golden brown of his skin, the lean lines of muscle she'd followed with her fingers moments before, even the scars that were scattered along his torso combined to make him more beautiful than any man had a right to be.
Realizing finally that she was gawking, Elizabeth lifted her eyes back to his. He smiled at her before running his finger along the neck of her shirt. He cocked an eyebrow at her questioningly and her brow furrowed slightly in confusion.
"Fair is fair, Lizzie," he whispered, still playing with the neckline of her shirt. His feather light touch at the edge of her shirt distracted her. She couldn't concentrate with him touching her. Or looking at her. Then his words registered and she was confused again.
'Fair is fair? What on earth is he...oh.'
Elizabeth bit her lip nervously before taking a deep breath and nodding shakily to Jack. He brushed another light kiss across her lips as his hands followed the same movements hers had a moment before. Jack made quick work of her own vest, tossing it carelessly to the side before his hands moved to the laces of her shirt. As he began to loosen them, Elizabeth shut her eyes and took another deep breath, holding it in. A second later she felt him stop and opened her eyes in confusion.
Jack was staring at her with an odd look on his face. He seemed almost guilty though Elizabeth knew he'd never own to it.
"What is it, Jack?" she whispered. Somehow it seemed wrong to speak any louder than that during such an intimate moment, "Why did you stop?"
"You look terrified, luv. Don't want to be doin' somethin' you don't want me to, is all."
It was possibly the sweetest thing she'd ever heard Jack say and Elizabeth bit back a sappy smile, knowing he wouldn't appreciate it. The fact that he didn't want to pressure her, even though he'd always boasted his status as a complete scoundrel went a long way to calming her nerves. He may not ever admit it, but he was a good man.
Apprehension forgotten, Elizabeth took hold of Jack's hand from where it was resting on his knee and brought it to her lips. She kissed the tips of his fingers, smiling at his sharply indrawn breath, before moving it back to the laces of her shirt.
"It's alright Jack. I'm just a little nervous. You've been with so many women and..." she trailed off for a moment, "I was a little worried how I would measure up."
"Shh..." Jack shook his head, cupping her chin and bestowing another gentle kiss to her lips.
He smiled at her, eyes less than an inch from hers and whispered against her lips, "Don't be comparin' yourself. Not to anyone."
She nodded slightly, smiling, "Aye, Captain."
"There's a good girl."
This time as Jack worked the laces of her shirt, she kept her eyes on his. When he finished, he slid his hands slowly down her sides until he found the edge of her shirt. He slipped his hands underneath and began inching it up, obviously savoring the moment. He was still staring directly into her eyes and even with everything else they'd just done it was the most erotic moment of Elizabeth's life. The shirt had just gotten past her belly button, his fingers brushing against her rib cage, when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Uhh...Captain?"
They froze, staring at each other for a moment in wide-eyed disbelief, before Jack dropped his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and sighing.
"Bugger."
'My sentiments exactly,' Elizabeth thought blearily.
TBC...My God that's awful of me! Poor Jack! Poor Lizzie! Poor hapless crewman at the door! What's going to happen next? Stay tuned for the next chapter and please review whether you love it, hate it, or don't really care.
Footnote:For those of you, who've read my profile you already know this but for the rest of you I'll say it again. I do all my writing at my new house, which, for the moment, has no electricity (cuz it's a piece of crap). I go over every night with my laptop and I light a bunch of candles and I work on this story until my laptop battery goes dead (usually lasts about four hours). This keeps me from getting distracted by internet or TV or my nosey parents and roommate.
The room I write in is a sun room (which is a ridiculous name for it as it's the only bloody room of the house that's always in the shade), meaning it's a lot like a glassed in porch. It's got windows everywhere which when opened create a nice breeze and it's a really great atmosphere to write in.
However, as I've recently discovered it's got a bit of a roach problem. :shudder:. So... as I'm writing this rather intimate chapter, I happen to glance up and low and behold what do I see on the wall directly across from me? Two huge roaches, about halfway up the wall...mating. Oh yes, mating! Oh. My God.
For those of you that have never witnessed this little miracle of nature before let me tell you about roach sex. Basically they back their butts up to each other and sit there wiggling their little antennas around. I, of course, was completely grossed out, but at the same time I became something of a voyeur. I just couldn't stop staring at them in horrified fascination.
Needless to say it was very difficult for me to finish writing this chapter and also to rework it the next night. I just wanted to share that with you all so that you understand the pains I go through to put create this story for you.
P.S.- That room, as well as the rest of the house has now been thoroughly bug-bombed so that I never have to go through that again. No more exhibitionism for those little buggers.