Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest her innocence could not find grounds for it, any more. She had enticed Jack, knowing full well her power, and she had thrown her all into that last kiss –albeit because she didn't want him noticing the iron around his wrist until too late. And now...Jack Sparrow seemed more powerful and attractive than he ever had. Think about Will, think about Will...
She was definitely breathing heavily now, but so was he; Elizabeth noticed with some discomfort that he was not wearing his customary captain's costume, just breeches and a loose shirt like herself. She could not remember if he had been wearing that when he first appeared...she was sure he had been sporting his hat, at least. "When I gave you that last kiss on the Pearl, I was thinking about Will the entire time," she snapped: in defiance of him, in defiance of her own feelings.
"Oh, is that so?" Jack said, and as she began to reply, he darted down and pressed his mouth to hers.
Elizabeth kept her lips firmly shut against the prodding of his tongue: a hand on her breast made her gasp in surprise and Jack took the opportunity to make the kiss open-mouthed. Elizabeth, flooded with feelings and sensations that she had only experienced for Will, was temporarily overcome. She was torn: she wanted badly to continue (after all, who would know but them?), but her loyalty to Will was strong. This is wrong...the thought drifted to the surface of her heated mind, and, mustering her willpower, she bit down hard on Jack's tongue.
"Ow, bugger!" He jerked back, and Elizabeth tasted blood in her mouth. She spat it on to the deck and glared mutinously up at Jack, who had relinquished his hold on her wrist and was nursing his tongue. "That hurt!" he yelled.
"Then don't attack me," Elizabeth retorted, sitting up.
"Ahhh, but you wanted it. I could see." Jack said nastily. "You're just trying to stay true to the boy. Not out of any lack of feeling for me, but because you think it's wrong."
"Of course it's wrong!" Elizabeth wished she wasn't trying to convince herself as well. "I made a promise! I have a ring!" She thrust her hand out to Jack. "And you're a pirate, not to mention a friend of Will's...if he found out it would destroy him..." she ended miserably, feeling horrible. He'd seen her kiss Jack once. He should never have to see–or know about–anything else.
"First of all, lovey, Will is a pirate too. He sails with pirates, under pirate colours, and is certainly not against doing things that only pirates are wont to do." Jack ticked the points off on his fingers. "Seconds, a ring is only a pretty piece of metal and rock, and you shouldn't need that to stay loyal to someone. Thirds, who says Will has to find out? I won't tell him...I value my life–un-life–death...I don't even know where this is. D'you believe in purgatory?"
Elizabeth ignored his question. "Let me off this ship this instant." She demanded, getting up and walking to the rail. Jack didn't bother to follow her: there was nothing around them but water.
"There's nowhere to go, love." He sighed and leaned back on his hands.
"Then make somewhere to go!" She whirled around to see him, reclining, and was infuriated. "I need to see Will!"
"'M afraid that's not an option. You see, I think I control most of what goes on in and around the Pearl, but I'm not quite sure how. For instance, I've been wishing for that shirt to come off for the past while, but sadly it hasn't happened yet."
Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, sending an amused grin stealing over Jack's features. The spark was dim in his eyes. Elizabeth wondered whether it would go away once they were out of World's End or not. "I think you're lying." She stated. "You know perfectly well how to control the events here." She picked up her knife.
Jack's eyes flickered as she stooped over, and darkened at the sight of the weapon. "And so you're going to threaten me to take you back to your darling boy? I don't think so."
There was a rush, as if she was moving at a high speed, and the world blurred a bit: when it became focused again, it was she who was shackled by one hand to the mast. Jack was still lounging on the deck, although now he was playing absentmindedly with her knife.
"You're a smart one, lass, I always knew it." He tossed the knife in the air, caught it by the hilt, and repeated the motion. "Brains enough to sink a ship." He gave her a sideways glance. Elizabeth did not appreciate the pun.
"Jack, let me go this instant or I will tell Will everything that has transpired between us! Every--"
"No!" Jack cut her off, forcefully. "No, you won't tell him," he continued in a smug voice, "because that would involve telling him that you liked it, now, wouldn't it?" He was still tossing the knife. It glinted dully in the grey light as Jack caught it, still gazing at Elizabeth. The spark was there; an expression hidden beneath an expression. He tossed the knife again. She was caught, and so very, very frustrated. Jack caught the knife and threw it to the sky. It would be so much simpler if he would just tell her what he wanted! He caught it once more. She resolved to ask. It couldn't hurt…could it? He tossed the knife.
"Jack," she sighed wearily, "what do you want from me?"
He caught the knife, the thud of the metal hilt against his hand in perfect synch with the turn of his head as Jack looked into her eyes. "Revenge," he breathed, and began walking towards her. The spark blazed into a fire, and then he was in front of her.
"Jack—"
His lips were on hers again, causing her blood to pound madly through her veins: she jerked her head to the side and cried out as the knife sliced a thin line down the side of her neck. Jack had been holding it against her, and pressed the flat of it to her cheek now, forcing Elizabeth's face back to its previous position.
"What does this—revenge entail?" She gasped as he grabbed her free hand and pinned it to the mast, looking at her through a face framed by dreadlocks. He seemed nearly feral.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, if that's what you're all flustered about," he nearly sneered. Tiny jolts of fear had been shooting through Elizabeth: they consolidated now into an electric current of terror and, yes, lust. Her neck burned, and she could feel a tickle as blood ran from the open gash. She barely had time to contemplate his words before he was kissing her...and she let him do it.
She knew it was wrong, but instead of discouraging her passion --as it had done so many times before-- this knowledge only made it more exciting. Adrenaline coursed through her veins; she felt incredibly aware of everything: the warmth of Jack's lips, his hand on her waist, the pressure of the handcuff's metal against her skin, the feel of Jack's breath mingling with her own. His smell, his taste, his body against hers, the roughness of his beard against her face.
She was overwhelmed: their kiss as she shackled him to the Pearl had not been half so intense. Of course, she had been in control that time: now, she was subject to Jack's desires. His hand came up to feel her breast; she gasped and arched into the kiss: he thrust his tongue into her mouth and she moaned in response... and all of a sudden, something clicked in her mind. If she didn't do something now, she would be lost...it didn't matter that Will couldn't see; she was betraying him, and it would kill her from the inside every day after if she allowed this to go any further.
This was either resolved than carried out. Jack's attentions turned to her neck, kissing fiercely, then softly, and her nerves sang with the pleasure. She couldn't help the small noises that escaped her throat; as ashamed as they made her, they also gave her an idea. He was not letting up: she could not twist away; she was pinned and helpless in all but one regard.
Jack moved to her collarbone; still holding her firmly to the mast. His hand, previously on her breast, moved to the collar of her shirt, pulling it down. Elizabeth continued to gasp and pant in pleasure: she gave a series of small "oh!"s as he kissed his way from her collarbone to her breast. And then, writhing in pleasure, Jack's attentions focused on her sensitive bud, she pulled the ace from her sleeve. Jack's tongue flicked against her, and she cried out.
"Will!"