A/N: Aha! I found it...it was hiding in my brain the whole time! Thank you wholeheartedly for those who took the time to review. I appreciate your loyalty. You're the reason I update. Have fun...

McFadden-

Chapter Five

Jack eventually dozed off, laying beside her. He awoke a few hours later, only to be painfully aware of an erection he did not know what to do with. Well, he knew what to do with it, but it seemed as though Jezebel had shifted during sleep and now had her body pressed tightly and deliciously to his, making his situation all the more difficult. He had been a 'good boy' while she slept but apparently his dreams had betrayed him. It had been a particularly nice fantasy he had about them aboard the Pearl. But the reality of it was, if she woke to this, Jack knew she'd be furious more than anything.

Cold buckets of water were the only solution at the moment. There was nothing left for him to do. He hated the aspect of bathing! Jack thought the grime that covered him was hard earned and proudly worn, but he conceded. Going into the washroom, he spotted a her bath and began to undress himself. In Jezebel's deep four-legged tub, he doused himself over and over until his problem was solved. It would have to do for now. Twenty minutes later he emerged from the washroom, relatively cleaned and dry, wearing only his pants and no worse for the wear.

To his surprise, Jezebel was awake there in the bed and looking at him with a bemused expression on her face. His hair was still damp as the trinkets that were woven through them jingled. His tanned body was exposed for her as she studied all of his markings and tattoos. He didn't seem to have any new ones. The sparrow on his arm was her favorite. Jack saw her admiring him openly and smirked in her direction as he sauntered back to the bed. His playful expression turning more serious with each step he took. His voice turning rough and deep as he stopped, kneeled with his knees straddling her, his body looming over her body.

"Like what you see Love?"

He leaned into her further until mere centimeters separated them. Jezebel flew out from underneath him, flustered. Her cheeks burning red. That shouldn't have happened. She eyed him wearyingly.

"Jack don't start...It can lead nowhere good."

Jack crawled towards the other side of the bed where she was now. His hand rand over her cheek and under her jaw, caressing it lightly.

"Aye but it can Darling, you know it can."

She backed away from his touch slower this time and stared at him with not much fight left in her.

"That might be true, but I can't do this..."

Her voice was so weak. He knew she was trying to fight in a losing battle within herself. Jack pinned her with his eyes, making her still and quiet.

"Turtledove, look at me. I'm not drunk. We're not in the Commons, and I'm not looking for a whore. In spite of what you think to be true, I've never indulged in the pleasures of another. I left here knowing what you believed, and knowing that I couldn't have changed your mind. So, instead of dying a slow death by being around something I couldn't have, I chose to suffer at sea. At least out there, I was alone. All I've ever wanted was you."

There was complete silence. Jack had never been so serious before in his life and it frightened her a little. Jezebel knew for the first time, that what she saw those years ago was a mistake. But that didn't change the course of 6 years. Things were different now. There was Dominic, and an impending marriage. So much had transpired since then and it was all happening so fast. She felt like crying. Her eyes teared up and she masked them behind her hands. This caused her next words to be a muffled sob.

"I can't leave him Jack..."

Jack closed the distance between them and held her tightly in his arms. Jezebel cried into his chest, seeing all of his wounds and old scars. It had been a long time since she had seen his bare chest. Tanned and hard, it still was. She had memorized everything about it while resting her head against it numerous times before. It was like being home again. He had longed to feel her in them again. Running his fingers through her hair, he quieted her and then made sure she looked at him before speaking seriously.

"I told you I would kill him. And I have every intention of keeping my word."

She looked so conflicted. Of course she didn't want him to kill Dominic. But Jack was a stubborn man. She put her hands on Jack's bare chest and pushed away gently.

"I can't do this Jack."

That was the only thing she could have said to make him leave. It broke him. With that, Jack grabbed his remaining clothing and affects and left Jezebel in her room. This only made her cry harder. How could this have happened! Then, she realized that this was the same questioned she asked herself the night before while lying next ro a passed out Dominic. Saying it this time, just hurt her worse. Something had to be done. She got up quickly to follow after him. He was at her front door, opening it by the time she reached the bottom of her stairs. She called out to him desperately while running.

"Jack!...Jack wait!"

Jack turned around somewhat surprised, just in time to see Jezebel fly into his arms. Without pretension she ran her hands down the sides of his face and kissed him with everything she had. For a moment, Jack just felt like the floor was going to spin out from beneath him. But, of course Jack wasted no time in responding. All he could think about was the fact that she was kissing him. His whole body shivered. Her kisses could still have the same effect. He could get purely mad and drunk off of her. Jezebel felt warm all over, warmer than she'd felt in ages! That's what being in love with Jack Sparrow was like. He filled every fiber of your being. He possessed you. He crawled inside of your mind and told you all these dirty little thoughts in his sexiest lilt. Gave you images of all the thing he wanted to do to you. And when he touched you, you felt it all over. That was how Jezebel felt. When they pulled apart, Jack rested his forehead upon hers, heaving for breath and said.

" 'Bout time Love...'Bout bloody time..."