Lies
By Rebecca Joy

Characters:
Jack Sparrow
Elizabeth Swann (Although I wasn't particularly thinking of her at the time of writing.)

Authors Note:
It isn'tmuch, but this is just another one of my "scene stories." It was something I thought of while listening to the Dead Man's Chest soundtrack. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated (just don't be too harsh) and I might continue this- I'm not sure.


"I didn't know."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Why won't you believe me?" I glared.

"That should be quite obvious, love. How many times have you lied to me before?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I was blocked from further movement by the wall behind me. I was cornered, but that didn't stop him. He looked upon me with hunger in his eyes, his warm heavy breath wrapping around my neck sending shivers up my spine.

The flight of arousal burst into my core and I felt myself grow weak with the closure of space between our lips. I could barely stand and my eyelids closed almost easily. He took the shedding opportunity to slowly ravage his craving, lightly teasing me with kisses down the line of my jaw.

"What else aren't you telling me?"

I bit my lip to keep the sounding pleasure from escaping, but any strength that remained washed away with waves of hunting ecstasy. His broad fingers explored the skin down the length of my arm and over my thigh to the wet, most desired piece of flesh.

I moaned, writing slightly against his hand.

"Don't," I whispered- a plead that was climbing untrue.

But it wasn't enough as he sharpened his teeth and forced his fingers in deeper.

"Tell me why you came," he said, his voice hoarse and dry beside my ear. I shivered at the vibration. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak.

I didn't want to.

And as my mind blurred the division between reality and pleasure, I was falling into the arms of a man I found secretly irresistible.