The next morning Elizabeth awoke to a number of none-too-gentle pats to the face. Barbossa was standing over her looking gleeful and a tad sinister, so she closed her eyes again with a loud pretend snore to provoke him.
He heaved a loud sigh and then slapped her with a little more force. She opened her eyes to watch, and he did it again. Her cheeks were pink, less with the blows than with a blush - as usual, a measure of violence had gone quite a ways to putting her in the mood. "Mornin, miss," he said cheerfully, groping her through the covers.
She wiped the sleep from her eyes and grinned. "You're up early. Come in." She flipped the covers down.
He sat down and scooped her up onto his lap so he could fondle her properly. He slid a hand up her leg under her nightgown. "Still warm."
"I have a feeling I'll get warmer," she said, wriggling happily on his lap. "I have an appointment with that table, remember?"
He began to rub her where it counted. "Sore?"
"Not sore enough." She put her arms around his neck, kissed his temple, and then had a thought. "Why? Is it different bent forwards?" Her voice was equal parts worry and excitement when she asked, "Is it going to hurt?"
He took his hand out of her nightgown so he could lick his fingers before using them. Halfway through the project she took over for him. She meant to give his hand a sensual sort of tongue-bath, but within seconds he was scrubbing two fingers roughly over her tongue, twisting his hand inside her mouth, hooking her jaw down to make her to open wider.
When he was satisfied with the job she had done, he reached under her skirt and began pressing his way slowly into her body. She closed her eyes and repeated, "So will it? Will it hurt?"
He chuckled. "If it does, I won't stop – if that's what you're askin."
As her body became more accommodating he gave her more and then more again, so as not to cause a friction burn like yesterday's, which had been so tight it had hurt even him. But she'd deserved it.
Apparently she was thinking of the same thing. "You frightened me so badly last night," she laughed breathlessly as he touched her. "I thought you were going to split me in half."
"A treasure like you, split in half? T'would be a shameful waste." As though to balance out the sentiment of what he had just said, he applied a hard pinch to the tender underside of her breast. "Enough talkin - are ye ready?"
"You're the stable boy," she breathed into his ear, shocked and delighted at her own boldness. "You tell me."
He stood her up and pulled her towards the table. After one nice deep kiss, he spun her around, pushed her down on the table, and flipped her skirt up over her back.
He slid all the way in with one smooth, powerful movement. The angle was different than the usual, and she squeaked in surprise at the new feeling. "All right?" he growled, beginning to move without waiting for an answer.
It took her a moment to put words to it. Yesterday's romp had left her feeling hot and swollen down there, and every stroke seemed to fill her nearly to the point of pain. "Yes but it's... please... be gentle?"
Gripping her at hip and shoulder, he bent down to purr laughter into her ear. "Gentle? Are ye perhaps mistakin me for that husband of yours?" He knew he should ease up, as she was right about the unusual intensity, but it was an effort. Her body seemed so reluctant to accommodate him that it was almost like taking a virgin. A virgin who knew her way around the bedroom, though, and was delighted, not terrified, with what was happening to her. In other words, it was perfect. "Elizabeth... you'd best feel like this the next time I see you."
"What?" She had hardly heard a word – it was becoming more pleasurable (though only a tiny bit more comfortable) with every second that passed.
"You feel good," he explained as coherently as he could between breaths. He bent her a little lower, so she rested her elbows on the table. "I like it… I'd be much obliged if y'were to do it again for me." He realized that come to me feeling as if you've just finished with me was something of a bizarre request, so despite being in a state where concentration was impossible, he tried to make more sense of it as he drove into her. "You could plague your husband for help…"
Her husband? At the idea of beautiful, gentle Will suddenly pouncing on her to nail her the way Barbossa always did, Elizabeth shivered with delight.
She had to hear more. "How exactly?"
"…perhaps crawl into a couple of sailors' beds," he continued, speeding up a little.
"Captain!" she gasped, trying to stand up a little straighter as he jostled her. "You'd have me…" She couldn't even say it. He would send her off, cavalier as anything, to be used by men she didn't even know? She saw a flash of rough and careless hands all over her… Barbossa watching with satisfaction…
For no apparent reason her insides seized up and she realized she'd become so excited she might explode. And he wasn't much better – he had both hands at her waist now, holding her hard enough to bruise, drilling into her with everything he had. "Oh, God," she moaned. She knew she was in raptures over something really filthy, they both were, but it just didn't seem possible to fight it. "How else…"
He took her by the hair and pulled her head back a little. "I don't care how." He licked the side of her face from her jaw to her temple. "Do it…yourself…if you've a mind. But miss… see that you come to me…feelin… like you feel now. Lizabeth-"
"It's good?" she asked as if she didn't know. He'd let go of her hair and was moving in all sorts of uncoordinated ways, bracing on her hip, reaching around for her chest, pressing down on the back of her neck…
Finally he squeezed her tight to him and sank his teeth into her shoulder, and finished even louder and harder than usual.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling, so disoriented that it didn't occur to her right away that this meant he would stop.
Fortunately, his mind was functioning just a little better than hers. Before she even recognized the threat of frustration, he reached around and gave her what little rub she needed to fall over the edge with him.
Elizabeth eventually returned to earth to the feeling of comparatively soft kisses on the back of her neck. "Mmm. Hello," she said. She squeaked when he pulled out and straightened up slowly. "All right – now I'm sore enough."
"Accordin to who?" he drawled, but made no move to pounce on her again.
She wrapped her arms around him and listened to his heart pounding. They stood in silence until she thought over what they had just done, and she had to know… "Captain? Would you really ask me to… you know… to others…"
He didn't have to think long for an answer. "I'd kill you if you did."
"Well, good. I'd kill you if you asked me."
"You would not," he said easily.
"And neither would you!"
He sighed. "Elizabeth, look at me." He pushed her to arms' length and hunched over to stare into her eyes. "I could kill ye if I wanted to, miss, never doubt it."
After what he had just said? After everything they had done? "Stop it – you could not," she snapped, shrugging his hands off.
He grabbed her and shook her. "Now don't be tellin me what I will and will not do, missie!" he snapped back, louder. "Or so help me, I'll-"
She never found out what he meant to do, because at that moment the door burst open and they both turned to see Will Turner rush in.
TBC.
Yep, all good things come to an end.
Although even good things can have an epilogue :o)
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