"So," Elizabeth said as Jack broke away from the kiss, "this is your cabin."

"Correction." He held up a finger. "This is our cabin."

Elizabeth's mouth twitched at that. She blinked a few times and whispered, "Our cabin."

"It's on the small side for the captain of a ship, to be certain, but, then, she's rather a small ship," Jack mused. He looked round the cabin, which looped around the aft section of the weather deck. There were windows lining the cabin. There was a tiny table with two chairs, a desk against the wall with another chair, and a real bed that would just barely fit the two of their bodies. That was it; that was all the little cabin held. Lanterns were hung from hooks on the walls. Elizabeth turned to face Jack and slowly backed up toward the bed.

"What did you mean, Jack?" she asked, and he smirked broadly.

"About putting my mouth in all sorts of mystical places?"

"Well, yes," she said, but then she took him by surprise and specified, "The last time we were together in a cabin, you told me that you cared about me. What did you mean?"

"Oh, Lizzie." Jack shut his eyes. Was she really going to make him explain everything he felt for her? Was she really going to force him to spell out for her the emotions she had stirred up in his crusty old soul? Well, fine. He would tell her. He moved to sit beside her on the bed as the ship rocked in the open water they'd found. Jack put a hand on Elizabeth's knee through her dress and petticoats and stared at his own fingers, and then he raised his gaze up to her face and said carefully,

"There are certain things, love, that a pirate such as myself never expects himself to feel. I'll be the first to admit to you that I've had many women in my time… but none of them made me want much more than what they gave me. You, on the other hand, Lizzie… for you, I sailed off that island on a raft made of crates and rope. For you I won this sloop in a game of cards and gathered up a crew to go find Will Turner. For you I… well, I reckon I'd give up or do just about anything, and that's a terrifying feeling, savvy? But it's also rather a beautiful feeling, lass, because, having never felt this way about another human before, I can say with confidence that it does alter a person. Feeling this deeply changes you from the inside out in a way I don't mind as much as I anticipated minding, so…"

He'd rambled on and on, but Elizabeth was silently crying by the time he'd finished. She had tears eking down her beautiful porcelain cheeks, and Jack swiped at them and said quietly to her,

"Don't cry, Lizzie; I don't like to make you cry."

"You are the only one in my entire existence who has called me Lizzie," she smiled, shaking her head, "and you never asked permission to do it."
He tipped his head and pulled off his hat, which he set aside. He pinched his lips and said gravely,

"My dear Miss Elizabeth Swann, would it suit your fancy if I did, from time to time, utilise the moniker Lizzie in addressing yourself?"

She giggled a little and nodded, and then her smile faded a little and she said seriously,

"I think I'm falling rather in love with you, Jack. I think I began to feel it on the island."

"Elizabeth." He used her full name now, staring out the window on the aft of the sloop as he shook his head and murmured, "Don't use that one word there, Elizabeth; it's dangerous."

"Love. You say it all the time."

"Only in jest," he countered, and his stomach twisted and tightened. He gnawed his lip and kicked off his boots, and he shoved them away with one foot. He turned his eyes to Elizabeth and instructed her, "Don't feel that word, Lizzie. Not toward me of all men, eh? I'm a dangerous man to feel that word towards, savvy?"

"Savvy." Elizabeth kicked off her own shoes and scooted up onto the bed, reclining against the pillows as she asked, "If I'm not allowed to love you, Captain Sparrow, am I at least allowed to like you a very great deal?"

"Of course you can, Lizzie." He quirked up half his mouth at her, and he followed her up onto the bed. He hovered over her, realising this was the first time they'd ever been in a bed together with the intention of doing something definitively improper. Aboard the Dauntless, all they'd done was kiss, afraid to do more in case they were caught. But now, as Jack bent down and kissed Elizabeth deeply, he knew he needed more. His dreadlocks fell around her face, tickling her cheeks and neck, but she didn't seem to mind. She reached up and held his cheeks, and she brushed her thumbs under his kohl-lined eyes.

"Jack?" she asked as he pulled his mouth from hers and moved it to her neck. She gasped at the sensation of being kissed there, and he moaned a little sound against her skin to let her know he'd heard her. She threaded her fingers between his dreadlocks and squeezed at his scalp, and as he lathed his tongue against her neck, just beneath her ear, she mumbled, "I can't help it. Feeling that word toward you."

"All right, then," he hummed onto her. He licked and sucked at her neck as she arched up and gasped, and he finally asked,

"Shall we see how quickly we can get you naked, Miss Swann?"

"Naked? On this ship?" She seemed shocked, but Jack nodded onto her neck and informed her,

"I'll be able to do what I want to with far more ease, love, if you're divested entirely of your clothes, eh?"

Elizabeth laughed a little, and the two of them finagled their way off the bed. He helped her untie her simple green gown, and she quickly made her way out of two petticoats and open drawers. But she needed help with her cotton stays, and then at last she stripped off the clean underdress that made Jack's stomach pull. It so resembled what she'd worn on the island.

"This was all much easier when you were down to the one layer," he informed her.

"Perhaps I shall go about the ship in my underdress like an utter harlot," Elizabeth joked, and Jack smirked just a little as he considered that possibility. But Paolo seemed to lascivious to allow for a thing like that, and he didn't yet know what to make of Harcourt and Townsend. No, he thought. She needed a proper dress on for the time being.

"Maybe spare yourself all the petticoats and whatnot," Jack suggested, "and just wear the dress."

"Society would be so scandalised," Elizabeth told him, stepping up to him naked and beautiful and threading her arms around his shoulders. She began to undress Jack, which took longer than undressing Elizabeth had taken. He had more small parts - his wrist wrap, his rings, his belt, his vest, his sash at his hip, his breeches… But he let her do it all, for there was something profoundly arousing in allowing her to be the one to strip his pieces off one at a time. His cock flushed harder and harder as she worked, and by the time she shoved his breeches down and he helped her get them off, his member sprang forth with urgency. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked a little, and she asked in a whisper,

"What did you mean about putting your tongue in strange places, Jack?"

"Wondrous places," he corrected her. "Places you might not expect, given your relative inexperience. Now lie on your back, love, and I'll show you, eh?"

Elizabeth climbed back onto the bed, and the ship began to sway just a bit more. They'd hit a patch of bigger swells, Jack could feel. The wind must have picked up. He climbed up with Elizabeth and pulled her thighs apart, staring down at the beautiful downy thatch between her legs. He stared right at her eyes as he descended, and he watched her full lips part in surprise as he did. Her fingers cinched on the brocade blanket, and she asked in a murmur,

"What are you doing, Jack?"

"Gonna make you come nice and hard, Lizzie," he promised. She went red-faced at that, and he smirked a little. He kept staring up at her as he dragged his tongue from bottom to top, tasting metal. Oh, she tasted delicious. He licked again as Elizabeth's eyes wrenched shut, and this time he lingered near her nub. Again he licked, a long flat stroke, and Elizabeth whimpered helplessly. Jack took a moment to kiss the insides of Elizabeth's thighs, and then he kissed her clit a few times. He licked her again, long and flat and slow. He sucked on her nub and watched her squirm, watched her writhe in ecstasy, and he knew this wouldn't take long. But he wanted to experiment a bit on her, so the next time he dragged up his tongue, he thrust it inside of her, hooking it and sucking hard on her clit. He did it again, and again, and the fourth time, he brought her clit into his mouth and massaged it with his lips.

And that did her in. That was all it took for someone like Elizabeth to start clamping around Jack's mouth. She was coming right now, he realised as he licked in quick, short strokes. Her thighs were shaking in his hands as he stroked at her, and her walls were contracting around his tongue and lips. This felt good, he thought, rubbing his hips against the sheets. This felt so good, to feel her pleasure. He'd made women finish before, but it had never felt this good to do so.

He watched Elizabeth's face twist and contort with bliss, watched her toss her head back against the pillow, mussing her long braid. She slapped at the sheets and then gripped them desperately.

"Jack!" she shrieked, a bit too loudly, and he laughed low in the back of his throat as he sat up slowly and shushed her. He held one finger to his lips, pearly and swollen from what he'd done to her. He swiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist and whispered,

"The crew'll hear you, love; hush now."

"Sorry." Elizabeth was breathless, panting, and she huffed, "That was… what was that? Do you do that to every girl, Jack?"

She seemed to have meant the question innocuously, but for some reason, Jack took rather grave offence. He felt a sour taste in his mouth all of a sudden, and he swallowed hard as he shook his head and told her,

"There's only one girl in all the Caribbean - nay, all the world - holding my attention at the present time. And for the foreseeable future. And I believe you know who that girl is, Lizzie, eh? I'd rather not think of anyone else right now; I've got you, and that's all that matters to me right now… and for a good long while, I should think, savvy?"

Elizabeth blinked up at him, looking dizzy. She nodded and whispered, "Don't you need to finish?"
He glanced down at his throbbing cock and nodded. "Certainly would be nice. I'll finish off in the chamber pot, love."

"What?" Elizabeth dug her teeth into her lip and whispered, "I thought perhaps you would… you might put it on my chest?"

Jack dipped his chin, his eyebrows flying up. My, but she had grown up, hadn't she? She wanted his come on her chest? He studied her breasts and imagined finishing on them. What a thought was that. He growled a little and started stroking his cock, knowing he only needed half a minute to be done with it after how aroused he'd become tasting her and watching her find her bliss. He edged his knees up around her until his cock was aimed right at her breasts, and he whispered,

"You certain, love?"

"Please give it to me, Jack," she murmured, and his mouth fell open to hear her talk like that. Bold little creature! He gasped and tried not to tip his head back as his balls tightened up against his body, as everything went taut as a string. He snapped hard and came, the creamy fluid shooting out in jets that landed in obscene puddles all over her beautiful alabaster flesh, still tanned in a line from the island. Her breasts were covered in it soon enough; his come laced and looped around her pert nipples and across the soft flesh of her chest. He gulped and sat back, rather admiring his handiwork, and he gasped when Elizabeth reached up and started to play with it a little. He could hardly stand the sight of that, and he finally dragged himself off the bed and went to the tiny washbasin. He poured out just a little water, not wanting to waste, and he dipped a rag into it. He hurried to clean Elizabeth off, to wash her hand, and he tossed the rag under the washbasin.

"Jack," hummed Elizabeth, "Let's sleep naked."

"This isn't the island, love," he chuckled, pulling on his breeches and his blouse. "Someone might need the captain even during rest hours. Here; put this on, at least."

He tossed her her underdress, and she yanked it over her head. He crawled into the bed, which held both of them quite snugly, and he curled her up against him. Then he realised something, something terrifying and wonderful. Something that pirates were not meant to realise. He swallowed hard and stared at the ceiling as Elizabeth drifted off to sleep.

"Lizzie," he mumbled, and she kissed his chest in response. Jack licked his dry lips and told her, "You go right on ahead and feel that word if you so please. You won't be the only one feeling it, I don't suppose. So."

Elizabeth froze against him. She raised her eyes to him. Had he just told her that he was in love with her? Very indirectly, perhaps. Perhaps. He closed his eyes and murmured,

"G'night, Miss Swann."

"Goodnight, Captain Sparrow," she answered wisely, and the two of them drifted off to sleep with Norrington and her father probably slumbering back in Port Royal, still unaware that Elizabeth had run away.

Author's Note: Lemon! Confession! Foreshadowing! Oh, my! What do you think Norrington will do when he learns Elizabeth's run off with Jack? Anything? And will they find Will, or not? We're also going to learn more about the crew of the Expeditious in the next chapter. Thanks so much for reading and THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!