I pushed myself in towards him in my longing to be closer. He tightened his grip on my waist and kept my hips pressed against his. My arms loosened from where they had been wrapped tightly around his neck. As my grip slipped my hand ran across the back of his shoulders and round his neck. I let them both rest on the back of his neck before they moved almost of their own accord. I felt his collar bone under my fingertips before I had any idea that I had moved them at all. They squeezed down into the gap between our bodies, running down his chest. The first closed button on his shirt met my fingers and without much thought I fumbled with it, twisting it through the buttonhole. He relaxed back a little to allow me to reach the next one by his navel. The fourth one down was blocked slightly by his belt and sash. I pulled on the knot and undid it with one hand as the other one reached up and cupped his face. His kiss deepened, his lips crushing against mine. As the knot unravelled and I pulled the sash away I slipped my hand back down and under one of the belts he had on his hips. I dropped the sash and used my recently free hand to help undo it. With both of them out of the way I was able to unbutton the rest of his shirt. He pulled his arms back and tugged on the sleeves to help me get it off him. I felt my hands shake a little as they reached out to touch his bare chest. His lips pulled reluctantly and slowly from mine. "So... that's an 'I do'?"

He sounded out of breath. I realised that my own breathing was a little irregular. I nodded. "Yes, yes... I do, of course I do!" He smiled and reached down to kiss me, but I put a finger to his lips. He looked at me, surprised, but stayed silent. "Not so fast, Mr Sparrow! You've got to say it too!"

His lips tensed against my finger and he kissed it which made me smile. I took it away to let him speak and linked my hands round the back of his neck. He smiled at me. "Isabel Sparrow," was all he whispered and it sent beautiful chills down my spine. He lent down and I lifted myself up to kiss him.

"Do you," I started as he pulled away. His lips moved straight to my neck. I wrapped my arms around his middle. His skin was warmer than I thought it would be. "...Jack Sparrow, take me to be you're lawfully wedded wife, to live together..."

I broke off as his mouth moved back up from my neck to meet mine. His kiss and his eyes were hungry, but it didn't unsettle me in the way it had before. In a strange way, it made me feel the same. And it didn't shock me to realise that it was because I wanted what he wanted. He pressed himself to me with such force that he pushed me backwards, backing me up against the wall. When he could not physically get any closer to me he broke the kiss. I kept my eyes closed against the sudden heat that was either coming from one or both of us. His breathing was deep and heavy by my ear, and as completely out of normality as my own. "Go on..." he managed to whisper. How could I when he'd completely made me forget what I was saying, what I was doing, what I was thinking? His fingers linked with mine and he pinned my hand momentarily against the wall. "Izzy," he breathed and my spine tingled. His lips caught mine again, just once. "To live together," he prompted me, whispering it into my ear. I shivered again at the sound of his voice.

"To live together," I repeated, trying to get my head straight. "In the covenant of marriage... To have and to hold from this day forward..." I arched my back into him as his hands moved from my hips to my back. I felt him give another tug on the strings of my dress. It loosened around me and I pulled him tighter to me, his hips crushing against mine. We had and held each other like we never wanted to let go. His lips returned to mine for a moment of bliss where my thirst for him was almost, almost satisfied. It was enough to dilute it, but nowhere near enough to quench it and once he had stopped kissing me the longing came back, burning in the pit of my stomach and in my mind and soul. His hands ran down the length of my sides and then back up again, back to the knots holding my dress on.

"For better," I kissed the join between his neck and his jaw.

Ties one, two and three were completely gone.

"For worse," I murmured.

Four and five were down too.

"For richer."

Six and seven... gone.

"For poorer."

Eight. Nine.

"In sickness..."

Ten. Eleven.

"...and in health." I remembered the scars and burns he had showed me while we'd been trapped on that island with Elizabeth and I ran one hand up to his collar bone where two burns were still visible, although not as dark as they had been. I held onto him tighter as if that could somehow help me take back all those scars. All those moments where piracy and freedom had hurt him. I ran my fingertip lightly over each scar and bruise in turn, tracing their shapes and trying to erase them before I kissed them like I could make it better. I knew it was a promise so impossible I shouldn't even have bothered thinking about it, but I wanted to stop him from ever being hurt ever again. I wanted to keep him. Forever safe and forever mine. His kiss stopped me breathing, but I let it, enjoying the breathlessness at the end. When I pulled back to recover I looked him deep in the eyes. I wanted to heal him because over the years of mutiny and betrayal he had been broken. He didn't understand why I looked at him they way he did but the look in his eyes matched the intensity that I was feeling. He kissed me again, my hands rested on his bare chest and I felt it rising and falling erratically. When I looked at him this time it was to be sure he got the message of the next part. To be sure he understood my emphasis. "To be faithful to me forever, forsaking all others..."

One side of his mouth twitched into a loving smile. "There's only you now," he breathed so quietly I almost missed it. "You can trust me, love."

I nodded and he did too. He smiled at me and I finished, proud of myself for remembering and hoping I'd left nothing out, "To love until death we do part?"

He kissed me again. "I do," he said in a tiny break between kisses.

Once he'd said it that was that. We were finished talking for now. I kissed him harder and he responded. He took the tiniest step backwards and pulled me with him, creating a space between my back and the wall that was just big enough for his hands to fit through and slide into the gap he had created in the back of my dress. He peeled it back. His fingers brushed against my shoulder blades as he tucked them under the folds of the opening he had created and slid it off my shoulders. I tugged my hands and arms free of it and he slipped his hands down the inside of the dress. They ran down my body and he pulled the top of the dress with him, peeling it of me. He got to my hips and pushed the dress off them. I heard the material hit the floor and Jack simultaneously whisper for me. His hands lingered on my hips as his lips, once more returned to mine. Then they slid round the back and his fingers very lightly ran up my spine, keeping up with the tingles he'd put there. They ran from the small of my back to my neck until one stayed to play with my hair and the other brushed back down to the base of me corset. His fingers ran along the bottom, then up where it tied at the back before moving across my collarbone to the middle and then down my chest to the ties at the front. His other hand moved to join it and his lips crushed against mine more purposefully and seriously than before. He rocked his hips against mine. My hands roamed his chest, his back, his arms and stomach, my fingertips memorizing every inch of his skin. He untied the knot and then just pulled until my corset came undone. I wouldn't have cared if he'd ripped it to be honest.

He dropped it to the floor and pulled me forwards, towards him as he stepped back. I let him lead me across the room and we came to a stop by the bed. He twisted me round and I sat down. The springs creaked as he sat down next to me, breaking our kiss only to look at me as he pushed me onto my back. I reached up to pull him down to kiss him. I had a moment of panic when his hand reached the hem of my gown and pulled it up as it ran up my leg. I froze up as the hem and his hand reached my thigh. He pulled back. "You alright, love?" he whispered.

I looked at him, at the love and concern in his eyes and I smiled. I was alright. I was more than alright. I nodded and sat up to kiss him before helping him pull my gown over my head. He kissed me again and I smiled, knowing that forever started tonight.