Chapter two

Sorry this one is shorter but I wanted to get it posted before I had to get all my work done. Hope you enjoy it! Oh, by the way, thanks to everyone who reviewed on the first chapter! And a shout-out to those of you who added it to your favorites and story alerts! *hands out metaphorical rum* Please review! *offers more rum*

Oh, yeah disclaimer: the lucky mouse owns Lizzie and Jack, not me.

Lizzie smiled slyly and Jack felt himself become even larger in his increasingly small pants. "Persuade me, Captain," she whispered silkily in his ear. Jack was barely able to keep himself from groaning from the nearly painful desire pressing against his pant. "Lizzie, love we both know that I want you and that you want me, isn't that enough?" he teased, gently nibbling her earlobe. A soft moan escaped her throat, "Like I said, Captain Jack, persuade me."

Jack smile impishly and thought, This is going to be fun, and she looks ravishing. Now, how to get her in that tub? He pulled her close against his body and leaned in close to her lips. He whispered, less than an inch between their lips, "Lizzie, love, I need a lot of help if I am going to thoroughly cleanse meself, for you are leading me mind to have devastatingly, yet wonderfully delightful, dirty thoughts about the things I want to do to you." Lizzie shivered at the intensity of his voice, which had become low and husky with desire.

This man is so ... this isn't going to take long at all, Lizzie thought as Jack's lips softly brushed hers. A jolt of heat swept through both of them when their lips touched, and Lizzie pulled his head closer to hers. She kissed him, lightly nibbling then running the tip of her tongue along his upper lip. Jack couldn't help but groan now, "Lizzie, please, come with me. We cannot go further in this state, I want the both of us clean when it happens, love, not filthy like animals."

Lizzie looked up at him and smiled, "Yours or mine, Jack?" Jack smiled again, his eyes glinting devilishly, "Mine, darlin', it's the closest."

With that Jack took Lizzie's hand and led her down the hallway to his room. Once they entered his room, he kicked the door shut and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He gently pushed her hair over her shoulder and softly ran his fingertips along her neck. When he heard a soft moan escape her throat, he replaced his fingertips with his lips and placed soft, tiny, wet kisses up and down her neck. "Jack . . . " she moaned, then felt him smile against her shoulder. "Patience, love, I want us to enjoy every second of this," he whispered against her skin and then he gently led her to his private bathroom, which was through a door in the corner of his room. He closed the bathroom door behind them and began to take off his boots. He looked up when he heard her move and saw her beginning to undress and said, "No, love, allow me the honor."

Lizzie shivered as another wave of desire sent a flash of heat straight to the growing puddle of heat and need between her thighs. He walked over to her and pressed her against the counter, hands on her waist. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, then began to kiss her, running his tongue along her upper lip, asking for admittance. She quickly accepted him and parted her lips, meeting his tongue with hers and deepening the kiss. He kissed her with all the passion and desire he had been holding back and groaned when she accidentally rubbed up against his rock-hard manhood.

His hands slid around her waist and cupped her butt, and he gently squeezed the cheeks, gaining a moan from her. He lifted her up and placed her on the edge of the counter, and broke their kiss, trailing his lips down her neck as his hand drifter down her legs. He bent down and removed her boots. Then, he stood back up and pulled her against him and gently let her slide down his body until her feet were back on the floor.

Her lips captured his once again as they both began to work each other's shirts out of their pants. Jack pulled back and let Lizzie slide his shirt over his head and drop it on the floor. He filled the large tub up with the buckets of steaming water that someone had heated up for them. Then their hands were running all over each other's exposed skin, trying to memorize every inch. Jack gently nipped at the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, and then kissed along her collarbone, gently nipping at the skin and softly sucking on it, trying to taste her as often as he could. He loved her taste, it was so uniquely her: a combination of coconut and the sea. He bent down and watched her face as he ran his thumb across her sensitive nipple. Then he took one between his lips and softly sucked on it, then flicked the tip of his tongue across it, causing her to gasp and grab his head, pulling him closer to her. He repeated it a couple times while his other hand was pleasuring her other breast, then he switched and tortured the other breast. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and said, "Jack, tub, clothes, off, now!"

Jack smiled and stepped back slightly, "Yes, my King." She laughed at this causing him to laugh and they stripped off the rest of their clothes.

"Ladies, first, love," Jack said as he held out his hand to keep her from slipping as she stepped in. He couldn't resist squeezing her butt as she stepped into the steam rising up from the tub. She gasped and tensed up as he slid in across from her. "You, you, you-" she playfully slapped his arm as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. He whispered silkily in her ear, "Pirate, love?" Before she could respond, his lips had claimed hers and his hands had parted, one cupping her butt, the other cupping her breast. She moaned into his mouth and he pressed his erection against her. She felt him against her stomach and her only thought was, He's huge, and . . . damn he's good with that mouth. "Come darling, we must wash each other," Jack said, picking up a cloth and a bar of soap, then lathering it up he began to wash her body, starting at her feet. His lips led the way up her long legs and he kissed the inside of each thigh. Then, he placed a kiss of the brown curls at the apex of her legs. He gently parted her legs and softly kissed her lower lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer to her apex, he smiled as he heard her slightly louder moans and he continued to lick and tease her with his mouth. He stopped and continued his way up her body, washing as he went.

When he got to her breast, he repeated his earlier actions for a few minutes then captured her mouth, and her moans, with his as he gently pushed her back to the other side of the tub and pointed to the other steaming buckets of water for them to rinse off with. "Finish washing your hair, love, and rinse off, while I wash me body and hair. Then, we can get out before the water gets cold and get on me bed for the best part of the night," he said, washing his body and hair. She laughed at the sight, thinking, Who would've thought that Captain Jack Sparrow actually showered more than once every few years. As if he read her mind, he started laughing too, and rinsed off, pouring the water over his head.

Yeah, sorry about the change, but someone pointed out that showers weren't around during the time and that tubs and heated water would be more realistic. So, with that realization, I decided to take that advice and went to the tub. Hope you like it! Remember to review!