A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know. My story said it was over but... well, what PotC doesn't have smut in it? Well, I'm not sure, actually, but... Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. This is NOT for young children. It's rated strongly now. This is a Jack/Lizzie story. No likey, no readie. Simple.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Disney does. Lucky duckies.

She knew that tonight would be special. Magical. The night she was with him, alone.

They entered the room, after making sure the crew was kept far away and after Tia Dalma had placed some sort of spell upon the room so it was soundproof; he had opened the door to his private quarters. She had never been in his room before, the awnings, which hung from the four-poster bed, which was carved of rosewood. That was all she could see, the bed. Not the rug, or the desk, or the windows which opened to reveal the vast sea.

Yet she had no time to admire the beauty, for at the moment an arm wound around her stomach, and pushed her up against a wall. His lips ravaged her own, and she moaned as her arms wrapped around his neck.

"You made me a promise, Lizzie. And that dress… It's taunting me."

"Fine, do the honors, Jack." Jack's dark eyes widened, not expecting such an answer from dear Elizabeth. But she was no longer the innocent maiden she had been before. She was strong now.

Jack unlaced the back of her gown, and allowed it to roll off her shoulders, falling into a heap at her feet. Her bodice was still on, as well as her underwear.

"I remember the first time I had the pleasure of removing this," he said, eying it boldly.

"Take it off," she groaned, and he obeyed, ripping it away and revealing her naked torso. He gazed at her breasts in awe. Perfect size. That's what passed his mind.

She herself blushed as he took in her body. And it began at her breasts. "Jack," she murmured. "You're destroying the… mood."

He shook his head, and drew her close once more. "You're right, love," he said, and he trailed kisses along her bare neck.

"The bed…the bed would be a better idea," she said at last, gasping. He obeyed, lifting her as though she were but a mere doll, and placing her upon the bed, and then clambering upon her.

"Shirt, off," she panted, struggling to remove the buttons. But he stopped her, ripping them off himself. Buttons clattered upon the floor, scattered. They paid no mind.

"I can't do much with my pants love," he purred, pinning her down upon the bed. She was to busy admiring his fine chest. Tattoos decorated both arms, intriguing designs which caused Elizabeth's mind to wander.

"Now, now, Lizzie. Focus," he chuckled as he began to unbutton his pants. But Elizabeth stopped him.

"No," she said softly. "Let me, Jack." As she slowly undid his pants, she could feel his erection growing ferociously, as was her own desire. Once his pants were flung to the side, she was in awe at how large he was. "My God," she murmured.

"Actually, love, it's Jack." He reclaimed her lips as he pushed her back down upon the bed, and her eyes shut in pleasure. "You're turn," he growled through the kiss. He slowly removed her undergarments, which covered her bottom. "You are gorgeous, Lizzie," he whispered, gazing at her body hungrily. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. And she was his now.
He trailed kisses along her neck, causing her to tremble beneath him. He moved down towards her navel, and trailed his fingers up and along her opening.

"Jack," she moaned. She tried to move away, but only halfheartedly. She should have known that he would be in control, but she had forgotten.
"What? I cannot tease my fiancée a bit?" he growled playfully, placing his fingers inside her, feeling her wetness. She whimpered, and clutched the bed sheets in agony.

"Please. It's torture," she begged, and clamped her eyes shut.

Jack considered her plight for a moment before removing his fingers. 'I've never had a virgin before,' he mused, smirking as he pulled her in for another fiery kiss. "Alright then, Lizzie." He placed himself above her, and she gazed at him with a mixture of emotions he had never seen in the eyes of one person. Longing, fear, desire, uncertainty, lust, pain. And love.

As he entered her, she cried out, clutching his shoulders as she screamed his name into the air around them. He claimed her lips to silence her, and it worked. She clutched his shoulders as he pumped up and down, in and out. She felt him pulsating.

God, he was enormous, and she was quite small. She felt it building, and at last she cried out his name as she climaxed, and she felt back, panting.
He was in the same state, minus the screaming. He groaned as he fell upon her, their naked bodies pressed together.
They were polar opposites. High class, pirate. Woman, man. Hygiene, no hygiene. Yet, they had changed each other. In ways that neither could explain.

Her hair was spread around her like a veil, yet he moved a strand away from her face.

"Good?" he questioned with a slight smile.

Her eyes were shut, yet she opened them slightly. "No," she murmured, and his eyes widened in shock. "Fabulous."

He gave her a playful glare before kissing her lips ferociously, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and he toyed with her body for another good half hour. Sucking on her breasts and such.

"Jack?" she moaned at last, after about another hour of fun.

"What is it, Elizabeth?" She sighed at how he said her name. It caused chills to crawl up and down her spine.

"I love you."

A/N: Yesh, very corny, but I think it's cute. I'm debating whether or not to continue. You guys have to decide. All you must do is click that fabulous "review" button. Please, I only have three. Thankies!