Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pirates of the Caribbean. Ain't that just the luck?

Author's Note: Oh boy! Secret Window came out yesterday! And I already watched it twice. Mwahahaha. Anywho, I thought it was about time we all go back to see how Mister Sparrow and Miss Blake are holding up in their 'intimate' situation. (wink) Enjoy!

-"You win."-

Belle could feel herself falling into the vertigo of lust before she could even try to stop the unbearable, new sensations from overriding her senses. She wet her lips nervously as Jack stared down at her, expecting her to say something else.

"Well, that was simple," he said in a surprised tone before leaning over and crushing his lips onto hers, molding her into his body with his hands, pushing her against him so they fit together perfectly like a man and a woman should.

"Jack, not here…someone will hear us!" she whispered hoarsely, "Not here!"

"OH BELLE!" Jack suddenly shouted, an evil gleam in his eye as he stared down at her defiantly, "If YE WANTED TO TOUCH ME THERE, ALL YE HAD TO DO WAS ASK!"

Belle's mouth dropped in horror. Surely the whole crew had heard their captain yell out that sentence as well as the dramatic moan he added near the end. Sparrow was trying to embarrass her!

"What are you doing?!" she hissed, glaring up at him as he roughly kissed her again, extinguishing her words before yelling with a high pitched sigh, "BELLE, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! YES, RIGHT THERE! OHHH!"

Belle, utterly humiliated, pushed him off of her with such force that he flew backwards, falling head over heels out from behind the mast. The crew sat there, staring on while laughing uproariously.

"That, Captain Sparrow, is what I think of your childish pranks! Now good night! I hope nightmares plague your sleep!" she cried, swatting him in the head before turning and beginning the march to her cabin, trying to desperately salvage the dignity she had left.

"Jack, what are ye doin' to the blushin' virgin?" Gibbs questioned with a hearty sigh.

Belle heard Gibbs's remark and froze. She turned around, shot him the most evil look she could muster, then headed below deck without so much as another backwards glance, muttering wildly, "Blushing virgin? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

After she disappeared, Gibbs added, "And why would ye go ruinin' your chances with her, Jack? It's not like ye to seize an opportunity and then lose it so quickly."

Jack really didn't know. His immature display had cost him what he thought must have been the only chance he had of bedding Miss Blake. Acknowledging this, he instantly fell into the worst of all moods. Scrunching his hat atop of his head, he sashayed over to the helm, a scowl etched onto his face. Why had he done that? Why had his mouth run away with him when it could have been running along her nape, across her lips…and other various places of hers he had only gotten a good peek at in his dreams? You stupid bastard! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Scared away the gel, did ye?" Ana asked, walking up to him calmly, "What did ye think she would do, enjoy the shame ye were bestowing upon her? Tsk tsk. I thought ye were more intelligent than that."

"Bugger off, Ana," he growled, flicking his gaze to the starlit horizon.

"Well, it seems that you'll be havin' to bugger off by your onesies tonight! Ta!" she replied with a wink, and Jack hissed in frustration. Would they just bloody leave him alone? He understood he messed up…he understood it was very likely that he wouldn't get a second chance.

Women. They are as shifty as the Caribbean wind. They spend their entire lives changing their direction, Sparrow mused bitterly. Lucky for him, Belle lacked experience…so she wouldn't know how his screw-up wasn't only causing her pain. His lust was causing him to double over with painful need. She wouldn't have that knowing satisfaction of how desperate he was to get her back. And he liked it that way. The less she knew, the better.

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Meanwhile, Belle was cackling maniacally.

"What an idiot!" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes. And it wasn't from sadness or embarrassment…it was from wicked satisfaction of finding the whole situation entirely too amusing. Belle wasn't completely in the dark about things. She had most certainly noticed that look he sent her way as she stormed off in such a fuss.

Jack Sparrow had been biting his lip, seeming so utterly desperate she could hardly hold back her bark of laughter. His eyes were still darkened with unspent passion, his fingers twitching with the urge to who knew what? She'd rather not know what that perverted scoundrel had planned to do to her.

Oh, but those hands! Those lips! She couldn't get enough of that sweet, sweet torture he bestowed on her. She bent her head and sniffed the sleeve of her dress...it smelled like him. Damn him to blazes, it smelled like him! Now, unless she changed, she wouldn't be able to get any decent amount of sleep even if she tried.

The only thing that made her feel better about her current predicament was knowing that Sparrow was in the same boat.

And Gibbs! Why did the crew say such horrid things about her when she was only three feet away from them? Of course she could hear…she wasn't deaf for crissakes. All that "blushing virgin" and "innocent buxom beauty" stuff was driving her mad.

Wait a minute…am I willing to go to the point of no return with Mister Sparrow?

Belle had an idea. A fabulous, devilish idea that she might be able to pull off. Hell, by all means, Jack Sparrow would buy it. But it was all a matter of considering if she was ready to take the big plunge.

Was she?

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The festivities had long since ended, and the crew had long since retired to their cots for the night. Jack stood at the helm, annoyed and thoughtful, which was a bad combination. The more he thought about what happened a couple hours before, the more annoyed he got. It was an endless cycle.

Ana, meanwhile, was up in the crow's nest, trying to rest off the alcohol from her system.

"Captain!" she called, staring down at him with a frown.

"What do ye want?" he hollered back, massaging his temple in agitation as he craned his neck to look up at her.

"Want me to take the helm? Ye aren't lookin' so well," she replied, hastily adding after Jack glared at her, "I mean, ye look a bit peaky, is all. The night's finally caught up wit' ye."

"The night ne'er catches up with Captain Jack Sparrow," he muttered to himself and then yelled, "Fine! C'mon down here. I wouldn't mind a bit o' sleep before dawn."

Anamaria climbed down expertly and walked casually over to where Jack stood slumped against the helm. She grabbed the helm and waved him away, saying, "I've got it from here, Sparrow. Go rest."

"All right, me Ana. Get me up a bit before the sun rises, aye?"

"Aye, Captain. Sweet dreams!"

He sashayed over to his cabin, slamming the door open and closing it roughly. He shrugged off his coat and tossed his hat down, beginning to undress before he stopped mid-motion.

Belle was sitting on his bed, watching him without a smile, without a playful look in her eyes, without so much as a 'hello'.

"Belle, ye lil' peepin' tom! How did ye slink in here unnoticed?" he asked, running a hand across his stubbly goatee.

"I've been waiting for you," she replied slowly. Her unwavering stare was making him uneasy.

He walked slowly to the table, grabbed the lonely bottle of rum that was sitting there and uncorked it, replying, "Is that so?"

"Yes." She stood up and stepped closer to him while saying, "You made a fool of yourself today."

"Ye don't really need to point that out, luv. That's just a part o' me nature. Always gotta be the one wit' the last laugh." He scrunched up his face, staring at her closely, saying, "What is it ye be needin' Belle? I was goin' to get some shut-eye so if ye could hurry it up a bit…"

"I suppose I could." She swallowed hard and took another step closer to him, replying calmly, "This is not quite easy for me, and I haven't done anything like this before, so…"

"Just spit it out, lass!" he ordered in exasperation, flinging his hands around, "What is it ye be wantin'?"

"You." And with that simple word she placed a hand on his chest and backed him against the wall, none too lightly.

Sparrow almost choked on air. His eyeballs bulged a bit out of his head as he stared down at her perfectly at-peace face and squeaked, "W-w-what?" Not the manly response he was aiming for, but it would have to do.

She grabbed one of his goatee braids and yanked his head down to hers. He responded, clashing his tongue with hers, but as he was about to wrap his arms around her, she pinned his arms to his sides. He broke away and stared at her flushed face quizzically.

"Let me," she whispered, "You usually do enough 'wooing' for the both of us. I believe it is my turn…savvy?"

"Savvy," he croaked as she began yanking his sash from his waist and undoing his belt with impatient, rough tugs. He melted against the wall and closed his eyes, casting his gaze upwards as he groaned, "Oh, in the name of all that is Holy…!!"

His belt and sash were thrown to the floor. Belle began to unbutton the rest of his shirt and ran her hands across the new revealed, tanned flesh after pushing the fabric off of his shoulders.

"Belle…" he said in a warning, husky whisper as her cheeks turned pink…and then she pressed her lips to his chest.

"I won't last another minute if ye keep up wit' that…!" he gasped and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her gently away from him.

"Captain, just shut up and kiss me."

"Your wish is me command, Miss Blake." And then they fell into each other's passionate embrace.

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Anamaria squinted as she noticed the faintest tinge of morning light on the dark horizon. The sun was rising. Yawning, she wrapped the rope around the helm to keep it steady. Sparrow should have gotten a decent five hours of sleep by then, and it was about time she woke him up. She had been easy on him as it was, giving him an extra half hour of shut-eye to get those little baggies to vanish from underneath his eyes.

She casually strolled over to Jack's cabin and placed her hand on the doorknob.

It was an easy task to scare the bejeesus out of him and startle him out of a deep sleep…

After all, he never locked the door.

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