Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates so I can't even shoot the damn monkey. Life sucks.
Author's Note: This is it folks! The last chapter! I hope you enjoy it and please still send reviews. I'd love to know how everyone feels about the last chapter!
Jack took her at her word, as she knew he would, and dropped his lips to hers immediately, fierce and possessive and with so much passion Elizabeth's only defense was to kiss him back just as passionately. Her arms went around his neck and she clung to him as she knees buckled under his attack.
He didn't move slowly as he did last time, when she was still engaged to another man and confused about her feelings for him. He didn't ask permission or wait for encouragement. He took what he wanted from her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with the desperation of a starving man. He was demanding and forceful and everything Elizabeth had imagined he would be should things ever reach this point between them.
Before Elizabeth knew it he had backed her against the wall of the cabin, leaning into her harshly and forcing her back into the hard wood. She felt no pain at the action, feeling just as desperate as he did, and when his hands slid down to the backs of her thighs and lifted her off the ground she followed his guidance and wrapped her legs around his waist without reservation. Her actions caused him to push her harder against the wall behind her and she broke away from his mouth with a whimper, not of pain, but at the incredible feeling of him pressed so tightly where she needed him most.
Jack took the opportunity to move back to her neck, nipping harder than before and soothing the bites with his tongue. He was marking her, she realized distantly, marking her as his for everyone to see. The thought should have mortified her but it only increased her need for him.
"Jack please..." she begged hoarsely.
He pulled back, panting, to search her face, "What is it, luv?"
"I don't... I don't know. I need...," she squirmed against him, annoyed that she couldn't put into words what she needed.
Jack bit his lip as she wiggled against him, a tortured sounding groan rising from his throat before he answered her, "'S alright, luv. I know what ya need. You just trust Captain Jack to take care of ya, darlin."
She nodded, believing him without hesitation and leaned in to kiss him once more. He responded with hunger and suddenly they were moving. After a moment she realized that he was carrying her to the bed and it caused both a bolt of heat and a tingle of fear to shoot through her body.
He laid her upon the bed, coming immediately down on top of her and working his way back down to her neck and shoulder. When he suddenly flicked the lobe of her ear with his tongue and then bit it, Elizabeth arched off the bed in surprise and pleasure.
Wanting to be an active participant, Elizabeth slid her hands under the shoulders of his coat and pushed it down. Jack shrugged it off without ever breaking away from her neck and Elizabeth immediately began working the buttons of his vest, desperate to feel his skin again. It had only been a few hours at the most but it felt like weeks. With the vest out of the way she pushed Jack up and tugged his shirt up and off of him.
Jack seemed both amused and entranced by her sudden forcefulness and he rewarded her by nipping her earlobe again before whispering "Your turn, Lizzie. An' there'll be no interruptions this time."
The promise in his voice made her whimper and she nodded, allowing him to pull her to a sitting position. Last time he had worked the buttons and laces slowly, taking his time and savoring the feeling of being the first one to take such liberties. This time he was not slow. He had her vest unbuttoned and on the other side of the room almost before she had registered the feeling of his fingers on her. He began unlacing her shirt with the same urgency. As confident as he was about not being interrupted, he seemed to be taking no chances. Elizabeth bit back a grin at this thought and raised her arms as he slid the shirt off of her.
The urgency ended there, though, it seemed. For a long moment Jack simply stared at her. She could feel the heat in his gaze as though he was actually touching her and Elizabeth fought against the urge to cover herself. She reminded herself that she'd done the same to him when she'd first seen his body. He deserved the same treatment.
She could not stop her blush, though and Jack smiled as he watched the flush creep down her neck and spread across her chest, "Nothin' ta be embarrassed about, luv," he assured her, glancing up to her eyes, "Right gorgeous treasure, you are."
Being compared to treasure was about the highest compliment a pirate could give and Elizabeth allowed herself a moment of pride. Then Jack ran his fingers from her neck all the way down the front of her to the waistband of her breeches and all thought disappeared from her head at the sensation of his fingers on her bare skin. Acting purely on instinct, she wrapped her arm around his neck and crushed her lips to his again, laying back on the bed and pulling him down with her.
They both gasped at the feel of finally being skin to skin. Jack's hands ran over her naked flesh feverishly and when he finally cupped her breast Elizabeth moan aloud and dug her nails, ragged from deck work, into his back. The strangled noise he made at her actions made her worry for a moment that she'd hurt him but his next statement alleviated that worry.
"Christ Lizzie! You are playin' havoc on my self-control," he muttered against her lips, his caresses becoming rougher and more urgent.
His admission made Elizabeth feel powerful and sexual in a way she never had before and gave her the courage to voice her wants.
Breaking away from his mouth, she moved to his ear, "There is no need for self-control, Jack. I'm yours," she whispered before catching his earlobe between her teeth and nipping it the same way he'd done hers.
Jack pushed himself up for a moment to stare into her face. His eyes were as black as the kohl that surrounded them and his hair tickled her neck where it hung over his shoulders. He was almost otherworldy in his beauty in that moment and Elizabeth felt another flash of pride that this amazing, intense creature wanted her. She met his eyes without hesitation, any embarrassment she might have felt long gone.
"Mine?" he questioned and she realized he needed to see her face as she promised herself.
She nodded, not breaking eye-contact, "Yours, Jack. For as long as you'll have me."
He rewarded her with a swift, bruising kiss before whispering into her mouth, "Forever then, dear Lizzie."
Time seemed to fast forward and before Elizabeth knew it her boots and breeches were flung carelessly away along with his. He settled between her legs and then she could feel him at her entrance. She maneuvered her legs around his hips, remembering that he'd done it when they'd been together before.
Jack broke their embrace once more to look at her, "This is gonna hurt, Lizzie. Nothin' I can do 'bout that."
"How badly?" she asked somewhat timidly.
Jack's hand came up to stroke her cheek comfortingly, "Not sure, luv. Never actually bedded a virgin before..."
She smiled, kissing his fingers, "A first for both of us then."
Jack returned her smile, tapping her lips with his fingers, "Aye, darlin' I s'pose it is. Ready?"
Elizabeth took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself, "I'm ready. Kiss me?" she requested.
"As my lady commands..." his statement trailed of as he heeded her request.
The kiss took her mind off the pain that was coming and Elizabeth focused on the feeling of his lips on hers, his tongue caressing hers, the taste and feel of him flooding her senses once again. Jack took hold of her hands as he kissed her and she gripped them gratefully. Then, in one swift movement, he was inside her. Logically Elizabeth had known this would hurt. Even before Jack's warning, she'd heard her maids and other women speaking about the pain of the first time. She was not prepared for it though.
She managed not to scream but a small moan of pain slipped out into his mouth and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She imagined Jack was regretting giving her his hands with the way she was squeezing them. Thankfully Jack had not moved since his initial thrust. He comforted her with small kisses and murmured words of apology. Had it not been for the pain Elizabeth would have laughed at the idea of the great pirate Captain, Jack Sparrow apologizing. As it was Elizabeth could only manage to kiss him back and concentrate on relaxing.
The pain faded after a few moments and she told Jack between kisses that she was ready for him to move again. When he did the pain became a distant memory. Jack's movements ruthlessly built her pleasure higher and higher until she could do nothing but cling to him with her arms and legs, matching his rhythm as best she could. Her skin felt tight and hot, like a fire in the pit of her belly, spreading through her entire body, blazing so unbearably that she wasn't sure she could take it.
The pressure inside her built until Elizabeth was sure she would die from the sheer pleasure of it and when it broke she screamed her pleasure into Jack's mouth. She was left shaky and exhausted and for a few moments she was so delirious with aftershocks she didn't know where or who she was.
Jack's climax must've come at the same time or soon after for when Elizabeth finally came back to herself Jack was unmoving on top of her, panting heavily and leaving a trail open-mouth kisses along her face and neck. She could feel his heartbeat against hers and a tiny thrill went through her as she realized they were beating to the same rhythm.
A moment later Jack moved to slide off of her but Elizabeth tightened her legs and arms around him, "No. Please don't move Jack. Just stay here for a moment." She loved the feel of his wight on top of her, pushing her into the soft bedding and wanted to savor it a few moments more.
He looked at her, puzzled, "Aren't I crushin' ya?"
"Only in a good way, Captain Sparrow, I assure you," she answered, tracing feather light patterns on his back once he'd relaxed again.
Jack arched a brow at her, "Oh, I see how it is. Ya've gotten what ya wanted from me an' now it's back to Captain Sparrow."
Elizabeth laughed, shushing him with a kiss that would've been considered chaste if not for the feel of his naked skin on top of her.
"So..." he began a moment later, "How'd ya like yer weddin' night, luv?"
She copied him by arching a brow, "Wouldn't we have to be married for this to be constituted as a wedding night?"
Jack looked at her for a moment, as though deciding something, "Aye, I s'pose we would. You up for it, darlin? 'M sure Tia Dalma wouldn't mind performin' the ceremony..."
Elizabeth's eyes widened at the offer, "Jack... are you being serious? You want to marry me?"
He smirked, "Well...way I see it I'm stuck with ya either way. Might as well make an honest woman out of ya."
His tone was glib when he answered but there was something behind his eyes that told Elizabeth he meant it.
'He wants to marry me... Oh God, he does love me. He loves me!'
Elizabeth blinked back tears with the realization. He may never say it out loud but he'd just proven that he did love her. She'd thought he was hinting at it before but this... She tried not to show how much it meant to her.
"Can I be an honest woman and a pirate?" she joked
Jack grinned, obviously glad she'd not forced him to be serious and emotional, "Course you can, luv. Pirates can be anything they want. Tha's the point. That mean you accept, darlin?"
She smiled, overwhelmed with her love for this wonderful, complicated man. Her Captain. Her lover. Her husband, if not yet in name then in her heart.
"Of course I accept, Jack. What woman would turn down the opportunity to be Mrs. Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"Well ya turned me down before, didn't ya?" he reminded her, smirking.
Elizabeth scoffed, "Of course I refused you before. You were only offering because you wanted to bed me."
"An' who says that's not why I'm offerin' now?" he returned slyly.
He was trying to get a rise out of her. Typical Jack Sparrow. She refused to be baited this time.
Elizabeth glanced pointedly down at their naked bodies, still intimately joined, "I think we've sufficiently proven that you do not have to marry me to get me into bed, Captain Sparrow."
Jack sighed in satisfaction, eyes glazing over for a moment with the memory, "Aye, we did at that, dear Lizzie. An' rather well if I remember correctly."
She giggled and kissed him again, in complete agreement. They spent a long moment exchanging simple kisses, both sleepy with satisfaction. The tender moment was broken when Elizabeth pulled away from his mouth and yawned.
Jack smirked at her, "Tired, Lizzie?"
Elizabeth grinned, sleepily, "Well...it's been a long day. And you wore me out."
He chuckled, "Course I did, darlin. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, after all."
She rolled her eyes, swatting his back lightly before asking, "Is it always like that, Jack?"
"What? Ya mean the pain?"
"What pain?" she answered, blushing a second later as she finally remembered the pain he was referring to.
Jack laughed outright at her response, "Not the pain then, eh?"
"No, not the pain. The..." she faltered slightly with her embarrassment, "The pleasure part."
"No, luv," he answered, still grinning slightly at her embarrassment, "not for women, at least. I promise ya, though, it'll always be that way with me. I have a reputation ta protect after all."
His promise caused a stir in her center and Elizabeth was surprised she could feel it again so quickly when only a minute ago she'd been exhausted. She shifted slightly under him and felt his body respond to her movements. Jack looked down at her for a moment, heat flaring anew in his eyes and she smirked at him briefly, another look she'd learned from him.
"I think you're going to have to prove that to me, Captain Sparrow," she whispered, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss that left no doubts to what she meant.
"I can do that, Mrs. Sparrow."
And he did. Twice. Needless to say Elizabeth very much enjoyed her wedding night, even if it was a few days early.
TBC...NEVER! This was the last chapter! I don't have to continue a damn thing! Muahaha! Actually...I am pondering writing an epilogue so...yeah probably TBC soonish.