A/N: Ok, so I know the last few chapters haven't been all that happy and there hasn't been much Sparrabeth going on, so here is a nice….hot….chapter for you. And this is a relevant chapter to the story...

Disclamer: I dont own the song Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani...it just helped me write this chapter...

Chapter Ten: Sweet Escape

Elizabeth tossed and turned in her sleep, having another nightmare about Will. Since the night of his death she had been having this reoccurring dream, always the same, Will coming back to the island and yelling at Elizabeth for not saving him and then he would pull out his pistol and fire. Now, usually by this time, Elizabeth woke up screaming. However, more recently, the shadow of a man jumped in front of her just before the bullet hit her. Elizabeth didn't know who this person was, but each time he died in her dreams she felt as though her heart was being ripped out of her body.

Jack sat watching her toss around on his bed. He didn't know what she was dreaming about, but whatever it was was clearly painful. He wanted to help her, make the pain go away, but there was nothing he could do besides hold her hand for comfort. She started moaning and Jack knew what was coming next, the screaming, and then she would cry and wake up and crawl into his arms for the comfort of something strong protecting her.

She started to moan louder now, and it quickly became a small scream which became tears and then she did something new. She yelled out Jack's name.

"No! Jack don't! No, don't you leave too!"

Jack's grip tightened on her hand and Elizabeth woke up screaming. She sat up and looked around, spotted Jack and cried even harder. She crawled as fast as she could to him and held his face in her hands. She wasn't sure if he was real, or if she was still dreaming. She stared into his chocolate eyes and when she still couldn't tell if he was there she did the only thing that made sense. She kissed him. If he was real, it would taste like salt and sea and rum and him and she would get that tingly sensation she always got when he touched her. But if it was a dream she would feel nothing.

At first Jack kissed her delicately, not knowing what was going on, but then she began to make it more passionate and Jack pulled her onto his lap. He lightly slid his tongue across her lips, asking for entrance, and she obliged. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, a sweet battle that proved to Elizabeth he was real. Oddly, though, she didn't want to stop. His hands were circling her waste, making every nerve ending in her body come to life. She feeling a pleasant pain in places she didn't even know could feel that way. Her hands were tangling in his dreadlocked hair, which was softer than one would've thought. Elizabeth turned herself so that she was straddling him and she could feel him beneath her, which made a feeling of satisfaction shoot through her body. She liked knowing that she could make him this hot, just by way of kissing him, but this was not enough. She wanted to feel more of him and so she slid her hands down and pulled his shirt up.

She ran her hands over every scar she had seen that day at the waterfall. All the bullet wounds, the sword fights, and the bite marks from other women. After touching those Elizabeth felt like she need to mark him as her own so she dug her nails into his skin, making him moan into her mouth. Sweet satisfaction coursed through her body.

After feeling her nails on his skin, Jack knew they needed to stop otherwise Elizabeth might make a choice she wasn't ready for. So he slowly took her hands and pulled them away fro his chest, the words Elizabeth once said to him ringing in his ears.

"…to do the right thing."

"I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by…"

Oh yes, he thought sarcastically, he loved to wave at them. Just as he was waving right now at getting what he really wanted.

When Elizabeth felt her hands lose contact with Jack's skin, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were black with lust, but there was something else beneath it. Compassion? No, fear? Not that either….what was it? Elizabeth couldn't tell, but she knew it had something to do with her. She started thinking about what it was, getting lost in her own thoughts. Distantly she heard Jack's voice speaking to her.

"What would dear William think of this?" he was asking.

William…Will… WILL! Elizabeth jumped up as though she had been shocked. Caught up in the feeling of Jack and his kisses, Elizabeth had forgotten all about Will, his death, the dream, and the fact that in the dream Jack sacrificed his life to save hers. Well, she though to herself, you now know that Jack was in fact real when you woke up and kissed him. A blush rose to her cheeks at the realization that she had completely thrown herself at Jack and that he had stopped her from doing anything she would regret.

Elizabeth walked out of the cabin and to the beach and dipped her toes in the water. It felt good on her hot body; it cooled her down to her normal rational self. Deciding she needed a bath, Elizabeth went to the waterfall and took a swim, not knowing that Jack was watching her, protecting her from anything that might want to hurt his dear Lizzie.