Jack's eyes raked the veritable form before him. This was no dream. Could it be? Was Elizabeth Bleeding Swann as easy as all that? A sinking feeling in his stomach told him there had to be a catch, but he would try his luck. He swallowed against his salivation, the small taste he'd had of her was sweeter than he'd imagined. Heaven help him- he wanted more. "I aim to please, Miss Swann," he gave a crooked smile.

"You've got a rather good track record of it, I hear," she tilted her head up, brown lidded eyes looking at him from under long lashes. Her plump lips remained open after the statement, revealing teeth that could only result from decades of good breeding. For a moment Jack could feel the sting of unworthiness he'd long fought against. He could take her, he told himself; he could conquest her just as he had many ladies of upstanding upbringing. And yet, she was nothing like his former conquests at all. She was strong. Ambitious. Playful. Cunning. Powerful. The thought of him using her as a tool set ice in his veins. The thought of fresh tears on her spiteful cheeks, the betrayal in her eyes…

Her knee landed opposite his thigh on the bed, leading her into a straddling position.

"Elizabeth," he pleaded as he searched her eyes. This needed to stop- before it was too late. "love-"

Her lips crashed against his like a wave upon the rocks. He instinctively opened at the contact, leaving him to the explorations of tongue. Jack panicked in that moment, bringing his hands up to grasp her- to make certain she wouldn't shackle him to anyone or anything but herself. Once more her kiss had him feeling as if he was stuck in a riptide, taking him further and further from land until he was lost in the sea of her. And just as abruptly, the sea receded. "You, were saying, Jack?" she breathed against his lips.

His arms traveled to her back, effectively pulling her onto his lap as he gave her a taste of the power in his own kiss. She yielded under him beautifully, her flesh malleable, her mouth enthusiastic. It was good. Too good, perhaps, to be true. He pulled back, breathing heavily as he brought his forehead to her chin. "We have to stop."

"Stop?" Elizabeth ground against the hardness of him, drawing an unwitting moan from Jack. "What could make the great Captain Sparrow want to halt his conquest?"

"What?" Jack's eyes sought hers for understanding.

"Oh, Jack," she teased as she played with a beaded strand that framed his face, "I know that's how you look at the women you bed. Another notch in your belt, so to speak."

"Not with-" His eyes shifted away from hers. His mouth closed, jaw set.

The unexpected seriousness of his tone caused a spike in her heartrate, still she continued. "As I was saying, I won't be your conquest."

He looked to her once more, his eyes fogging with confusion and something foreign.

"But, you could be mine." She pressed him down to the bed then. He looked up at her with surprise as she brought her lips down on his once more. "Would you like that, Jack?" she trailed kisses down the thickness of his throat, "to be used?"

His breath sped up once more, "Lizzie," he spoke against the expanding in his chest.

"Tell me, Jack," she whispered as her thigh rubbed gently against his groin, "do you want to be the notch in a belt for once? Hm?" She kissed him under the shell of his ear, "Would you like to be my dirty, sordid secret?"

He'd never desired and hated something so much as that statement. And for the life of him he couldn't understand it. The fact was- he'd been many a woman's dirty, sordid secret. That's why he'd gotten accustomed to the idea of using women in the first place. But, those words coming from Elizabeth's perfect mouth… it caused a shame to burn in him he hadn't felt since adolescence. He sat up swiftly, turning the tables by grasping her wrists. "Never." He breathed as he examined her expression.

She swallowed cautiously, previously certain that the captain would succumb to her tactic. Now she wasn't certain of anything at all. "No?" Her voice was quiet. "What would you be? For I won't be a simple notch."

"At least we'll both have our pride, then," Jack smiled softly, eliciting a laugh from Elizabeth. He gazed away from her in thought, "I suppose something akin to a lover would suffice?" His dark eyes volleyed to her for approval. "A parley, shall we say?"

"What, no marr-i-age?" Elizabeth imitated his pronunciation.

"I am, as I've said, the captain of a ship." His perverse smile returned. "And, as I recall, Miss Swann, you are not very receptive to pursuing such an agreement at this moment. Or… have things changed?"

"Nothing's changed," she smiled as she looked him over, "No, nothing at all." She finished her statement with a soft kiss on his lips that lacked the voraciousness of before. There was almost a tenderness to it. It was something he hadn't felt in quite some time. Despite the assuredness of her statement, things were changing indeed.

Once more he was carried along in her tide, their bodies rising and falling against each other. Elizabeth sat astride him with naught but a shirt, Jack in naught but his trousers. His hands crept up her sides eagerly, his hungry eyes asking for permission to take the forsaken thing off. She agreed, tossing it forgotten to the floor. She was pale under her shirt with less exposure to the Caribbean sun. Her pink nipples pebbled in anticipation as Jack could no longer restrain himself, suckling as he rolled the other betwixt his finger and thumb. "Jack!" she cried out after some time, grinding desperately for heat hidden beneath his trousers. "Please!" she whimpered.

"Please what?" he spoke as his hands leisurely played with her breasts.

"Take those," Ah, "off."

He reluctantly removed himself to comply. "Jack!" she spoke as he lowered his trousers, revealing the gash near his abdominal V. Her hand flew to her mouth, "Are you all right?"

"I've weathered worse storms, love," he gave her a quirked smile. "It's on the mend." The angry pink line of scar tissue indeed appeared to be healing.

Her brows furrowed, "That wasn't from-"

"Shh," he kissed her, combing her hair from her face, "let's not speak of the devil, lest he appear. Would make for an awkward meeting."

Elizabeth laughed, "Jack…" she smiled up at him; her brow troubled, "I just realized that I have no idea what I'm doing." At the sight of her naked and vulnerable before him, for a second there, neither did he.

"That's what I'm here for," He took his seat beside her on the bed, his hand reaching for hers as he brought it up to his lips to impart a kiss. "Lie back."

Elizabeth did as she was told, her legs modestly pressed together.

"Now, now," he tutted, "what happened to the woman who was riding me? I want to see you Lizzie, all of you." She unfurled slowly as his lips traced her inner thigh. Her labia were covered in golden hairs, the pink of her glistening with attraction. "May I taste you?" His rough voice inquired.

She paused for a moment, as if trying to understand the question, then nodded. As soon as he tongue circled her clit, she shuddered. He hummed his approval against her. His mouth sucked at the lips of her as he stuck one finger inside of her in a beckoning motion. She began panting in earnest as his mouth returned to the nub of her, sucking and striking it with his tongue. At this moment, he increased from one finger to two. All the while, Jack was gaining much needed friction by stroking himself against the bed.

"Jack!" Her husky voice declared as her leg shuddered, "Please!"

"Please what, Lizzie?" he spoke as his fingers continued in a scissoring motion.

"I want you inside of me!" she took a hold of his shoulders.

"As you wish," he smiled as he came up on all fours, his hand then angling himself into position at her entrance. He locked eyes with her once more as she gave him a nod and he filled her slowly, completely.

"Ah!" she moaned at the sensation, arching her body and tilting her head back. He moved within her then, first at a leisurely pace, exploring her body with his hand and mouth. As soon as she was used to it, his pace quickened.

"Kiss me," Jack's rough voice requested as he felt himself lost in the pleasure that was Elizabeth. She complied, opening herself wider to him as she kissed him fully. Jack's pressured strokes to her nub sent her spiraling into something she had never before experienced with another person. Her body contracted as if pulling him in, fluttering as visions of colors swam behind her closed eyes. She moaned into his mouth and soon found him moaning into hers as his body grew stiffer, "Lizzie," his voice sounded pained, "I'm going to cum." Just as he spoke the words, he withdrew and stroked himself to completion on the linens.

Elizabeth's eyes went from Jack's shaft to his face as their labored breathing began to calm and their bodies began to cool. "Thank you," was all that her husky voice and hazy mind could manage.

Through his exhalations, Jack's only response was his trademark crooked smile.