A PIRATES TREASURE
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A Pirates Treasure
Chapter 6
Elizabeth was tired. She and Jack had spent much of the previous night pouring over the map she had found, trying, without much success to make some sense out of it and dawn had been breaking when she had insisted on returning home. Jack had wanted her to stay, but, although they had progressed somewhat towards regaining their previous ease with each other, she was still upset that he would, even now, have no qualms at setting sail and leaving her behind. He was in for a shock, she thought, smiling.
It hadn't taken her long to formulate a plan and she was determined to see it through.
Jack had accompanied her back to the house, hope evident that when they reached it, she would let him stay. She hadn't. She had her plan to organise and had no intention of him spoiling it.
He had spoken to Mr Gibbs to see how the repair of the mizzen mast was progressing and was confident that he would be able to set sail the following evening. This suited her plan perfectly. She knew that he would be annoyed with her but she was prepared for that. It would be worth it. How many people had bested Captain Jack Sparrow? She imagined it to be very few. She was planning on joining that elite band.
She spent the first part of the morning putting her plan into action so that she could spend some of the day with Jack. If she could convince him that she had accepted what he wanted her to do, then it would make everything so much easier.
She decided to lie down for a couple of hours and catch up on some sleep. Honestly, just being around Jack was exhausting, she thought with a wry smile. The man had limitless energy and his thought process was enough to tie the quickest mind up in knots. She made for her bedroom, opened the french door slightly to allow some fresh air in, took off her gown and, wearing only her thin chemise, slipped under the top sheet. Within seconds of her head touching the pillow, she was asleep, a smile of contentment on her face.
When she opened her eyes, it was twilight. The shadows had lengthened in the room and much of it was encased in a murky darkness. As she lay there, still too relaxed and comfortable to contemplate moving, she listened to the sounds outside that were uniquely Tortuga. Suddenly, her still sleepy mind picked up on a creaking noise that most definitely came from her room.
She quickly sat up, clutching the sheet to her, and looked about for the source of the noise.
"Evenin' luv."
Her eyes swivelled to that voice she knew so well. "Jack! How did you manage to get in here?"
Jack looked at her from the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He lounged, one long leg thrown over the other, his hat angled across his face, rocking gently. "Through t' door, luv. Ye really shou'd b' more careful 'bout security, Lizzie. Any scallywag worth 'is salt cou'd get into yer room. This is Tortuga, ye know!"
"Yes, Jack, I know! You scaled the wall to get in? How long have you been sitting there watching me?"
"Oh, only a couple o' hours, darlin'. I must say, ye snore most delightfully."
"Jack Sparrow! I do not snore!" Elizabeth was mortified.
"Chasin' the pig's home then. Whatever. It was done in a most regal an' discerning manner, luv." He smiled warmly at her, taking the sting out of his words. Managing, without any effort to set her senses ablaze.
"A gentleman would never mention that to a lady, Jack."
"Well…tis a good job 'm not a gentleman then, isn't it? Them pig's wer' half way t' market." He laughed softly and stood, closing the distance between him and the bed in a couple of strides. "I came t' check ye were alright. Thought ye wou'd 'ave been down t' The Pearl b' now. Tried t' front door, but ye must 'ave b'n busy herdin' them pigs. Had t' find m' own way in."
Elizabeth giggled in spite of herself. "Oh, Jack!" she sighed. "Give me a few moments to dress and I'll be right with you." and she slid to the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, still holding the sheet to her.
"Now, wait jus' a moment, darlin'. Tell me…what wou'd be the point in ye goin' t' the trouble of getting' dressed fer me to take it all off aga'n? Aye? Seems a much better idea fer me t' join yer right there!" he grinned, his hands already unbuckling his sword.
"I…" The intensity in his stare was mesmerising. Jack leaned over her and slanted his lips over hers, in a long, intoxicating kiss, effectively cutting off what she had been about to say. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, as he leaned one knee on the bed, allowing her to know the intimate feel of his hard inner thigh and his rigid arousal as they pressed to her side. Jack groaned, his mouth moving hungrily over hers, deepening the kiss, his tongue plunging in a hot, demanding rhythm while his fingers tangled into her hair.
"Oh, Lizzie…Lizzie…" He ran his tongue provocatively along the full length of her mouth and then plunged again, demanding that she follow his lead, leading her to forget her anger towards him and follow his command.
His hard lips worked over hers again, while the power of his body urged her backward onto the bed. They tumbled together, rolled and Elizabeth suddenly found herself atop his sturdy chest, her body so responsive that she wanted to melt into him.
She braced herself against him and laughed down into his face. "I'm a little disorientated after that ride, Jack."
He smirked back at her, his eyes fever bright with unspoken desire. His voice rough with passion he answered, "Lizzie, darlin' that was nothin' compared t' the ride I have in mind!"
Quick as a lightening strike, Jack flipped her onto her back and half straddled her body, forearms braced on either side of her, his face hovering just above hers. Dropping his head forward, his lips began a tantalising journey from her chin to her earlobe. Softly, arousingly, he breathed into her ear, fanning her inner flames at the sensation it caused, while her heart thumped at his whispered plea. "Let m' Lizzie. Let m' take ye."
Lightly, tentatively, he touched his tongue to her pulse point under her ear, and then eased his lips back to her trembling mouth, as he ran his tongue gently around its outline.
Elizabeth felt herself open to him as his hot mouth opened over hers and his thrusting tongue drove hard and deep, releasing sweet currents of hot desire low in her belly to pool between her thighs. There was so much heat from him, that their bodies seemed fused, his hard thighs branding her and the power of his arousal evident through the material of his breeches.
Elizabeth moaned softly, kissing him back intently, her hand plunged into the thick, black hair at the back of his head, holding him to her.
His hand moved down the front of her chemise and he lifted his head to gaze at her with smouldering eyes, while his nimble fingers worked on the tiny buttons running down to her waist. "There be no need of this tonight, luv. I'll keep ye warm."
He was doing a wonderful job of that already; he leaned in close to drop a kiss upon her warm, parted mouth, before opening the material wide. He groaned when her shoulders and breasts were revealed to his gaze, her nipples pinched tight and straining towards him. He was fighting hard for control as a wave of white hot desire swept over him. He buried his face in her neck while the heat and fire in his blood pounded through his loins.
"That day when ye fell from the fort into t' sea," he whispered against her satin skin, "D' ye rememb'r?" He slipped his hand inside her open chemise and slid his palm up her abdomen.
"I-I remember." Elizabeth gasped as his calloused palm skimmed up her bare ribs.
"What I found deep underwater" – he took her aroused breast and cupped it- "was a woman more beautiful than I had ever imagined." He squeezed the firm flesh gently, watching Elizabeth's eyes drift shut. A soft sigh escaped her lips as jack fondled her breast while watching her face. He did not touch the nipple, and her cravings grew to a torturous ache in her belly. His thumb traced a light, delicate circle around her stiff, aching nipple, still not touching it. Elizabeth made an impatient move beneath him aching for the feel of his mouth.
Finally, he lowered his head and touched his mouth to the swell of her breasts, his eyes watching her skin as his rough knuckles grazed over her hard nipple, before at last, lowering his head again and taking her aroused flesh into his mouth, wetting it with his tongue, stroking and sucking tenderly.
Elizabeth writhed beneath him on the bed, an unbearable need consuming her as he continued to tug at her nipple, tortured groans audible from between her open lips.
Jack moved to her other breast and, again, performed the same lingering dance, making fire shoot through her body. She heard his harsh breathing, felt it heat her skin and knew the control he was harnessing to bring her pleasure. Jack made a guttural sound and, suddenly, broke away, straightening, to kneel beside her. With his wildly dilated eyes on her, he tore at his shirt, shrugging it over his magnificent shoulders, then flinging it, carelessly, onto the floor. He paused for a moment, kneeling over her, his knees slightly apart.
Elizabeth gazed at his handsome body, measured the breath of his shoulders, moved over the muscles of his chest to his hard, flat stomach. She saw, just below his navel, that dark line of hair disappearing under his waistband and her mouth dried. Her eyes dropped lower to his snug breeches, pulled taut over the ample swell of his shaft.
Slowly her eyes moved back up and found his eyes studying her, full of want, deeper and darker and more turbulent than any sea.
Jack cupped her jaw with one hand as his tongue once again slipped inside her mouth and stroked against hers. His other hand reached for hers, and grasping it, he pulled it down quickly to press it firmly to the front of his breeches, where his arousal was straining against the warm fabric to be free. He thrust his hips hard against her hand, but then let her go while his own hand wandered, his long, slender fingers brushing tantalisingly over her bare stomach. His warm hand slipped into the folds of her open chemise and began to caress her silken skin, gliding over her slender hip, brushing across her thigh.
At the light, butterfly touch of his fingers, Elizabeth stiffened, her palms pressed tight to the muscles of his back, sounds of delight drifting into the air.
Jack's fingers lazily traced patterns along the inside of her thigh, up, down, and up around her warmth, arousing deep, powerful surges within her. He hushed her, whispering hot words of endearment into her ear, her mouth, against her skin, fiercely, passionately. His fingers moving erotically on her skin, just above the tangle of silken hairs and Elizabeth felt her body strumming under his expert touch.
Jack's hand hovered, and a million pulses now beat within her where he almost touched. And then he touched her, pressing his palm to that gentle swell that pulsed with a fierce, desperate want. Jack pressed again, more firmly this time, dragging his palm in small circles against her, making her cry out and arch her hips against him.
Her eyes fluttered open. "Jack…please…"
A hot surge of blood surged through his loins and, just as he leaned in to kiss her again, an insistent shouting erupted outside, below the French door.
"Jack! Jack!"
They both stiffened, wondering if they had imagined it, but it came again, more insistent this time.
"Jack! Jack!"
Jack's shoulders slumped and he relaxed his weight upon Elizabeth. "Damn!" he cursed, clearly frustrated and more than a little annoyed.
"Jack!" The shouting continued.
He muttered another curse, glanced at Elizabeth and sat up, quickly running his fingers through his hair.
"Jack! Fer the love o' God! Answer me!"
"Jesus!" Jack swore, rising from the bed. "I'm comin'!"
Elizabeth giggled. Or maybe not! She thought!
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Oh! He doesn't have much luck does he? Poor Jack!
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