Chapter 2- Until you were gone
Ice cold droplets of rain trickled down Elizabeth's face; she shivered despite her best effort to remain still. Jack had his back to her, silent and brooding, he had been that way for the last few minutes. She sighed, kissing him had been the wrong thing to do, and it had been done on impulse. Seeing him looking so alone and vulnerable, so achingly familiar, had sent her common sense tumbling away. Taking a deep breath of the frigid air, Elizabeth said "Jack, I came to retrieve something you took from me a long while ago. If I had known you were going to take it, I would have stored it away in a chest for safekeeping." And with that, she turned heel, not looking back.
She ran down the alleyway, her eyes swimming with hot tears. The ground was wet and slick, sending her slipping every which way. She had almost reached the entrance to the street, when all of a sudden she tripped. Elizabeth reeled backwards, her feet sliding from beneath her. She closed her eyes, awaiting the impact upon the hard cobblestone. Instead, strong warm arms wrapped around her waist, catching her mid fall. She was spun around, her face inches away from Jack's. His dark eyes were unfathomable, his face a stony mask. Without warning he pulled her closer, his mouth descended upon her own. The kiss was bruising, blazing, tasting of rum and rainwater. Elizabeth gasped for air, dazed by the sudden erotic assault of his full mouth.
Jack stepped back, his expression still unreadable. His deep voice cleared her fuzzy brain, "When did I ever lay claim to your heart?" he asked. Elizabeth locked eyes with his, smiled tremulously, "Until you were gone, I hadn't realized that you had claimed it." He ran his hand through his hair, still staring at her. "Jack," she said softly, "it has been over between me and Will since the day he deposited me on that god forsaken island. You are the only reason that I ever drank the water. I apologize for the suddenness of my confession." She handed him a card with her number, turning to walk away yet again.
She was stopped in her tracks upon hearing him say "It would have bloody well been easier if you had come to such conclusions a few centuries back. Nonetheless, if you so much as take one more step away from me, it'll be the brig for you lass." She spun around, a smile on her face, "Is that a threat Captain?" He stalked towards her, "you know it is" he growled menacingly. Jack pushed Elizabeth against the brick wall, pinning her against his hard body. She inhaled the musky, rum soaked scent of him. Her eyes fluttered closed, the intensity of him being so near intoxicating her senses. The unexpected splash of cold water over her bare skin startled her eyes open; Jack had stripped off her trenchcoat and was now staring down at her silk clad body with dark impassioned eyes.
Elizabeth tentatively reached upwards, pulling off his leather jacket, exposing a thin white t-shirt rapidly losing its opaqueness. Her focus upon his lean muscled chest was broken when she felt a warm rough hand dip down into her dress front, brushing against her hardened nipple, she whimpered as the heat of his caress careened through her sensitive nerves. He groaned as she arched into him rubbing against his body, causing him to pin her harder against the rain soaked wall. "Lizzie, stop now unless you want to be taken here and now" he harshly whispered. Struggling to maintain the searing heat pooling to her center, Elizabeth stared into his onyx eyes, flickering her gaze down to his impossibly sensuous mouth. Feeling at a loss for words she brokenly replied "Doesn't matter, I want, you now Jack." His dark eyes seared into her, his hard body tensing, heart beating fast against her.
Jack stared down at her, feeling as if his grasp of reality was slipping away at an alarming speed. She looked so incredibly seductive, her golden hair crystalline with raindrops, full mouth swollen and red, the blue silk dress she had worn underneath her coat was now wet through and through and clinging to every curve. The chemistry between them had reignited full force in a matter of minutes, and it seemed to him that his hunger for her was uncontrollable. His cock was straining against his increasingly tight pants, instinctively he pushed up against her, creating friction between each other in the places they needed it most. She gasped, feeling his hardness press up against her throbbing center only hidden under a thin layer of silk. Elizabeth arched further into his hardness, sparking frissons of heat through both of them. He captured her mouth again, stroking his tongue against hers to match the rhythm of their clothed undulations.
They were both shocked to hear an abrupt banging of the back door of the bar. Jack hesitantly pulled away from Liz, his consciousness slowly clearing, and becoming aware of the fact that perhaps the back alleyway of his bar was maybe not the best place to lose control so thoroughly. Elizabeth was still dazed by the feelings that Jack had just invoked in her body, and was just about to protest the loss of contact, when he grabbed her hand, pulling her down the alleyway towards a staircase winding up to the upper level of the bar's building.
To be continued!
A/N: Thanks to everyone leaving such nice comments. I just got back from vacation in Las Vegas, so hopefully my muse will come back and inspire me to continue writing the story now that I'm back. ;D