A/N: Hello my dear fellow Sparrabeth fans! I realized not so recently (as did several of my friends,actually) that our fandom is fading away...

There are less and less Sparrabeth (as well as other PotC based) fics coming out, many if not most authors abandon their stories and it hurts so much to see them unfinished !

Even youtube J/E videos are becoming rarity, since less fans are posting vids... Many of those who still upload videos on a regular basis, suddenly give up when youtube deletes their videos due to copyright problems or threatens to close their accounts...

I just want to tell you all not to give up and continue writing, continue reading, keep making videos, icons, banners, wallpapers etc!!!

This ship rocks and that's why I will not stop posting here. Apart from "An Eye for an Eye, A Kiss for a Kiss" I'm going to post two short stories or oneshots here. Both will be about Lizzie and Jack of course.

Please, leave a review if you still read this fic and let me know if you liked it or not, and why. Feedback motivates me to write next chapters and I appreciate the contact with my readers!

HUGS!!!

As promised, here's the hot chappie. Hope you enjoy reading this update as I did writing it ^^.

CHAPTER 10 "Wicked Captain Sparrow"

They stood in an embrace on the shore, allowing the cool waves to gently brush over their feet. Capturing Lizzie's lips in a long, knee buckling kiss, Jack made her moan into his mouth. She trembled under his skillful touch; his fingers slowly sliding down her back to finally rest on her hips. He pulled her even closer to him, pressing her heated body against his. He raised her left leg and draped it around his hip, and she whimpered at the sensation that was taking over her body. Her eyes shut closed and she threw her head back, totally lost in the feeling. What she still needed badly was his hot mouth on her neck. As if reading her mind, his lips quickly found the sensitive skin of her throat, his hands supporting her weight for balance.

Feeling his mouth slowly climbing up to claim her lips, she entangled her fingers in his dreadlocks, waiting impatiently for his tongue to meet hers. His kiss, demanding and hard, sent her into new hights. He tasted indescribably good, and she had become addicted to his lips, right from the first kiss they had shared. From that very moment, she had known that no other man but Jack could ignite that overwhelming fire in her...

She broke the kiss gasping for air, and her orbs glimmering with lust locked with his need-filled onyx eyes. Breathing raggedly, she traced every muscle of his heaving chest with her trembling fingers, thinking of repeating the procedure with her tongue. He was such a temptation at any time, but most of all she loved to see him wet; his magnificent body slick and glistening in the afternoon sun. There was no sight more delicious than wet Captain Sparrow. Well, maybe there was after all. Wet, naked Captain Sparrow...

She met his gaze and her lips crashed fiercely against his, her hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Her passion made his lust grow to a nearly unbearable extent, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He gently laid her down on the sand, and she grinned smugly, knowing what was coming next.

"Ravish me, Jack... I want you so much...." she whispered between kisses. "I'm all yours...do whatever you want to do to me..."

She boldly reached for his sash, but to her surprise he grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head.

"As much as I'd love to fulfill your wish... I'm afraid it has to wait a moment, luv."

"Oh, but you are contradicting yourself, Jack. Haven't you just said you can't wait?"

"Indeed. But first, my dear lass is goin' to tell me what it was, that she was yellin' up there on the beach when I went to swim, eh?" he asked, virtually undressing her with his narrowed eyes. Her breathing was accelerating, nipples showing through her wet, nearly transparent shirt, and he could easily tell that she was ready for him.

"You know Lizzie, this shirt..." he grunted staring at the wet fabric beautifully underlining the fine shape of her petite breasts. "You should always wear it wet, darlin'..." he suggested with a seductive smirk, already planning on giving each silky bud a proper suck.

"Actually, I could think about it, if you'd agree to always wear your breeches wet."

"And why would I do this?"

"Because this way, the substantial bulge in your breeches would be nicely emphasized, Captain..." she giggled.

"I have a better idea here, luv. Off with the clothes..." Jack stripped her shirt off, immediately attacking her neck with his sensuous mouth, and inprisoning her wrists again. She fought him, trying to free her hands, but to her dismay his grip tightened even more.

"Jack!" she huffed annoyed.

"Still waiting for your answer, luv."

"Can't recall the question," she panted, closing her eyes in bliss.

"Is that so? Can't continue, if that be the case." he pouted , locking his eyes with hers

"You're mean!" she growled.

"So are you 'Lizbeth, dear," he replied , flashing her a golden grin.

"Very well, I was calling you... to come back and punish me."

"And what did the young missy shout after that?" he asked before pressing his lips to her collar bone, one of her most sensitive spots.

She was writhing under the radiant warmth of his slender but strong body, and her voice was now coming in gasps. "That...that you've promised,....and-"

" After that part!" Jack directed his mouth to the mounds of her breasts, and was driving Lizzie out of her mind, eagerly sucking one of them.

"Oh, God!" she moaned in ecstasy ,desperately wanting Jack to fill her where she needed him most.

"No, it was definitely not about God," he chuckled. "You've mentioned oysters, my sweet..."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she panted "Just...be a man and take me!"

He had to smile at her last statement. "Nice try, I'll give you that..." he thought. Did she really think he would forget about his question and ravish her right away only to prove he was a man ? She knew all too well he was a hell of a man... And yes, he would undoubtedly prove it once again, but only after he would get his question satisfactorily answered.

"Not until you tell me."

"I was praising the oysters you cooked. So delicious..." she licked her lips.

"Liar!" he hissed faking anger, yet she could see in his eyes how amused he actually was.

"Pirate! Remember?" she smiled at him with pride.

Jack rolled his eyes, growing impatient. "I've heard every....single...word. Savvy? Now take it all back!"

Lizzie's head was spinning .Their bodies were only separated by thin,wet fabrics of their breeches and Jack was so wonderfully close... She couldn't wait any longer. "Maybe you don't need oysters after all..." she admitted in a whisper.

"Maybe what? Didn't quite hear you. A bit louder, if you please."

"Damn you, you insufferable pirate!You don't need-"

"It's Captain, luv. Never forget that."

"Oh come on, stop torturing me!"

"Why? It's so much fun..." he said taking care of her other breast. " I like it..."

"I can't take it anymore! I need you inside me..."

"Say it, then. Once we clear the oysters issue, your every wish will be my command."

"The despicable , wicked Captain Sparrow doesn't need oysters!!!"

"Well done, dearie. Sounds much better now."

Jack finally released her hands and Lizzie used that opportunity to roughly grab his dreadlocks and draw his face close enough to kiss him with abandon. After a long, frantic battle of their hungry tongues, he broke the kiss, only to pull her breeches off her legs. She was now laying completely naked before him, on the cool wet sand, and his half hooded eyes wandered across her figure in an effort to memorize every bit of her glorious body. How many times he had imagined her naked and ready for him, screaming his name in passion, her body shuddering as she came... His fantasies were running amok during those long, lonely months in Davy Jones' Locker.

Lizzie's smooth, porcelain skin changed into goose bumps as he was devouring her perfect shapes with hungry eyes. She was getting short of breath, blushing helplessly at the thought of making love to Jack in the bright light of the day. He gave her a wicked grin before lifting her legs, and draping them over his shoulders. Her body tensed in response.

"Relax, Lizzie. You're going to like it..."

The awkward position was new to her, and she had no clue of what he was about to do to her. But she trusted him enough to welcome him in any way. He was sucking and nipping her breasts, tongue kissing every inch of her lower body, moving his lips down with torturous slowness.

"Jack ,please..." she pleaded unsure of what she actually wanted ,completely possessed by the heady feeling.

"I swear luv, I'm going to drive you into frenzy..."

Still quite clueless as to his intentions, she finally managed to stop thinking about it .She was now melting, fully forgetting herself in the moment, with all her senses being madly stimulated by his strong masculine scent, the rustle of the enigmatic trinkets in his hair, his goatee teasingly tickling her belly. Each stroke of his masterful tongue on her skin ,each lustful whisper from his divine mouth was gradually pushing her towards the edge.

"I want your sweetness, luv. Need to know what you taste like..." At that moment his thirsty mouth reached its aim and she jolted, shrieking in response. He tightened his grip on her hips, and his mesmerizing dark eyes met hers. "Don't you dare move now. You are only allowed to scream..." he said in his low, husky voice; the voice that always made her shiver from excitement.

She couldn't stop herself from screaming out. She was shifting her body in this agonizing rapture, unable to contain the exquisite sensation storming across her body, piercing through her soul. It was an enormous effort to keep her body steady, but he was determined to finish her off with his mouth. She dug her fingers deep into the wetness of the sand,clutching it in her hands, moaning and gasping for air. Suddenly she begged him to stop, her voice getting hoarse from crying out his name. He complied for a brief moment ,earning a disappointed moan from her. Jack smirked inwardly when she asked him not to stop ,wishing he could make this pure agony last forever.

It wasn't long before a breathless moan escaped her mouth and her body shuddered sent into oblivion. Jack let her slowly calm down, admiring the sight of her still trembling body with a smug smirk. "I used to dream about doing this to you..." he confessed , gently removing a streak of her damp hair from her flushed cheek. "And I believe, it's going to be a new habit of mine..."

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, which gradually changed into a bruising one. Desperate to be with her, Jack hastily undid his sash and was soon stripped to his bandana. He leaned in, nibbling her ear teasingly.

"And now, let me remind you , how much of a man I am." he hissed ,burying himself within her. She whimpered clinging tightly to his wet body. Too lost in each other,they had no time to notice soft waves repeatedly hitting their joined bodies. He loved every moan and whimper that he was eliciting from her luscious mouth. The sounds she made threatened to make him end it too soon, and he was struggling to make it last.

He had had so many women in his life, but never felt what Elizabeth made him feel. Many believed he was only bedding wenches, but in the reality he was appealing to women of all classes and ages. Even Calypso, the mighty goddess herself was infatuated with him, and could easily forget about Davy Jones when Captain Sparrow was around. He used to have relationships with young widows, neglected wives and unhappy girls from forced marriages. But this very lass ,this high born missy with a blood of a pirate made him feel so unusual, giving him a complete emotional and physical fulfilment. Thanks to her he felt alive, felt young - felt loved... He was not only taking from her, but giving himself fully to her, trusting her like nobody else, sharing his deepest secrets with the governour's daughter, with a lass who moments ago had risked her young life to save him; his murderess, who apparently loved him more than her own life...

"Oh yes, harder!" she moaned ,closing her eyes. He was like a true wizard performing his magic on her, enabling her to experience what she wouldn't even dare to dream about. Seconds later, their bodies shuddered in sync and for a brief moment the world around them ceased to exist.

"I love you Lizzie..." he said as he collapsed on top of her "Trees will cover the sea bottom, and seaweed the mountain top, before I cease to love you..."***

"Shakespeare?"

He shook his head. "Sparrow."

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A/N:

***Well, in my fic the quote belongs indeed to Jack! In reality though it is in fact Shakespeare's. ^^

TBC........