Oedipus Jack, NC-17 Chap. On request I'll post a PG13 version.
Title: Oedipus Jack
Author: Tiamary
Pairing/characters: J/E
Rating: Mature/NC-17ish
Summary: Jack returns to Shipwreck City to find out if the rumor about his father’s recent marriage is true.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Disney, and I am making no $ from this fic.
Warnings: Sparrabeth, language, nongraphic but frank sexual language and activities
Author's notes: PoTCfest challenge: From round one, #7: Jack and Elizabeth, knowingly adulterous, dirty talk.
Ch. 7
One of the guests at the feast had left his small, chestnut mare unattended, and Jack was in a bit of a hurry so he decided to borrow her. Riding was not his forte so he crossed his fingers that this was a good-natured beast as he eased into the saddle. She was a frisky thing and Jack had to fight to keep from her breaking into a gallop. When he reached Shipwreck Inn, he dismounted and gave her bottom a slap. That was all the encouragement she needed to trot away. He hoped it would be far enough so her master wouldn’t trace her to the Inn.
It wasn’t terribly late but Jack intended to go to bed nonetheless. Once in his room, he lit a lantern and stripped down to the altogether. The double bed in the middle of the room had clean sheets and rich red coverlet. Elizabeth had chosen well. He stretched out on the coverlet, shut his eyes, and waited for the knock on the door.
Half an hour later, Jack heard scraping and rustling outside. He grabbed his pistol from off the floor and crept to the window of his second-story quarters, looking out carefully enough that he could see without being seen. His body tensed when he saw a lean figure climbing the wall toward his window. He readied the pistol. When he heard feminine grunting he darted back to the bed, put his pistol on the floor and pulled the coverlet almost over his head.
The window opened and he heard the intruder climb through it.
“Jack?” came Elizabeth’s voice.
He didn’t answer.
“Jack?” This time he grunted and rustled about so that she’d know he was there. “There you are,” she said. He heard her walk to the bed and felt her weight as she sat on it. His back was to her as he lay on his side. He affected a soft snore. A hand touched his arm and gave him a little shake.
“No more rum for me, Gibbs,” he muttered.
“Jack, I know you’re awake. I can tell when someone is faking.” Jack blew air through his lips and shifted.
“I have to warn you. You may be in grave danger. I’m leaving Teague. I can’t bear his presence for another day.” Jack remained still as a stone. “Teague said if I didn’t marry him and stay married to him, he’d have you killed. He said he’d get word to Captain Turner that you’d forcibly ravished me and got me with child. I tried to tell him Will would never believe that, and he said, ‘Never fear, I have a backup plan.’ He said he has contacts from South America to England, and he’d get word out that you’d gone straight and become an informant for the Royal Navy. Every pirate on the seven seas would come gunning for you.”
“That would be bad,” Jack said. “So what made you decide to leave now?”
“Teague passed out right after you left, so I told everyone how much I hate him and how much I admire you.”
“Hmmph.”
“And that I wronged you a long time ago.”
“What of it? I have to use the pot.” Jack got out of bed on the opposite side from whence Elizabeth sat and padded to the stand that held a chamber pot and pitcher. “False alarm,” he yawned and moved to the window where he stood in a stream of moonlight as he shut and locked it.
“Oh, dear,” Elizabeth stammered. “You’re…um…not wearing anything. Very well. Yes. Yes. So… Everyone cheered for you, Jack. They’re on your side.”
Jack looked at the floor. Elizabeth hesitated a few moments, then rose from the bed and approached him.
“You know what else I said?”
“So you’ve left him,” Jack interrupted. “And having thus taken your leave, you have put me in danger.”
“I thought you’d want me to!”
Jack looked out the window, so that Elizabeth could only see the back of his head. “Of course. But taking everything into consideration, especially the fact that I most likely only have days left to live before I’m brutally assassinated, I’d say you ought to come with me on the Pearl and dedicate yourself to making my last few nights on this earth pleasurable ones.”
“Jack, be serious.”
“I’m dead serious, love. The least you could do, having abandoned your post as my life’s protector, is spend tomorrow night and the next and the one after that licking me from head to toe.”
“Jack, you bastard, you’re no better than your father!”
“Ouch! Hitting me arm’s not very nice, love.” Jack turned suddenly, seized Elizabeth and pushed her against the wall next to the window.
“What….!”
“Or,” Jack murmured into her ear, “Is it that you want me to lick you from head to toe… right now?”
Elizabeth’s knees gave out, making it necessary for Jack to catch her to keep her from sliding to the ground. He navigated her to the bed, pulled her onto it and rolled over on top of her.
“Jack,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done a very long time ago.” Slowly, lazily, Jack unbuttoned Elizabeth’s waistcoat, opened her shirt and pressed his lips against her breastbone.
“Jack…we can’t.”
“Tsk tsk. So were you lying when you said that you’d be mine in a heartbeat? Those were exactly your words, love.”
Elizabeth sat up. “I never told you I said that! Oh God,” she hissed when he took advantage of her new position to sweep his tongue up her neck from shoulder to earlobe.
“Didn’t have to,” he intoned against her ear. She broke out into goosebumps and Jack would have chuckled in triumph if he hadn’t done so as well. “I listened to the whole speech from just outside the door. Very impassioned.”
“You came back?”
“I heard a gunshot. I was hoping you’d shot Teague but I was rather worried that it was the other way around.”
Elizabeth flopped onto her back and covered her face with her hands. “Oh, Lord.”
Jack crawled over her until his nose was even with hers. “Regrets, darling? You didn’t mean what you said?”
“I meant it,” came her muffled voice from behind her hands.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He took her hands away from her face. Elizabeth forced herself to look in his eyes. He could tell that doing that nearly undid her, from how her body went limp and her heart raced so fast it seemed fit to burst. The only way he could keep himself from grinning was to adopt a bit of a pout.
“I meant it,” Elizabeth said clearly. “Every word.”
“Ahh.” And Jack was kissing her then, and she was kissing him back, and his hands were everywhere and she was arching under him, gripping him hungrily, until he came up for air and she feebly tried to push him off.
“Not now. We should wait until we get back to the Pearl.”
“Uh-uh.”
“Jack, we need to leave before Teague…”
“My love, if it’s anything I’ve learned during my acquaintance with you, it’s that there is never an opportune moment. We’re pirates, famous ones with devotees and enemies alike, and there’s always going to be danger. We could put our tryst on hold, scamper away, and be halfway back to the Pearl when we’re taken down by a cannon blast. We’re in a soft bed that doesn’t smell and has no bugs in it...."
“That in itself is a miracle,” Elizabeth interrupted.
“The doors are locked, I’m stark naked, and we must seize the moment. It’s now or never, Elizabeth. What do you say?”
Elizabeth was silent a long moment. Jack held his breath, willing her not to refuse him.
“For God’s sake, Jack. Stop chit-chatting and get to licking me from head to toe, will you?”
Jack breathed at last. “Yes, Mum. Now, don't kick.”
“Don’t ever say that again!”
“I won’t, Stepmum. All right, all right. Licking now.” He had her undressed in moments and set to his sweet task, drawing the tip of his tongue from her ankle to her thigh, then nuzzling her soft belly, rounder than it was before she gave birth, and all the better for it.
“Never mind that,” Elizabeth gasped. “Get to the good part.”
He raised his head, his eyes twinkling at her, his smile as wicked as it was the day they met, when she put her arms around him to buckle his swash. Her eyes, having adjusted to the dark, could just make out his expression and she moaned in frustration. “Best for last,” Jack taunted her.
“Please, Jack!”
“Please what,” came his voice, muffled by her tummy.
“Eek! That tickles, Jack!”
“That’s what the whiskers are for. And your bellybutton is for me to tongue.”
“Oh God, that’s…so oohhh…ooohhh…oh God…I can’t take it. Please. Your mouth between my legs, now.”
He edged southward. “Between your legs? That’s so very genteel. ‘At the bottom of the belly lies the cuckoo’s nest,’ he sang. “There are other descriptive terms as well…”
“Don’t ask me to use words beginning with ‘c’ and ‘q.’”
“Lizzie! Wherever did you learn such language?”
“Oh…a few of your dear father’s nicknames for me.”
Jack stopped his descent toward her sex and brought his face close to hers again. “I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said. “I didn’t mean to spoil it.”
Gently, delicately, as though she were a child, Jack brushed his lips over her face, paying special attention to her eyes, cheeks and chin. “I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered. “I love you.” Somehow, his tenderness brought out something more savage in his lady, who seized his deliciously thick, wiry locks with both hands and devoured his mouth, sweeping it with her tongue, claiming him.
“I love you, Jack. I should have said it long ago, I wanted to, I wanted to tell you I love you. I love you.”
“Why are you crying, darling?”
”I’m so happy.” Elizabeth’s tears turned to laughter at that paradox. Jack felt a bit dizzy and he knew he had to get down to business or his own emotions would overwhelm him. Men didn’t cry during sex.
“Tell me what you want. Anything, anything you want. If you want to stop, I’ll stop, if you want me to…”
“Your tongue on my 'nest', Jack. Now. Please. With all speed.”
“You’re about to die of bliss, love. Just wait.” When Elizabeth came for the second time she begged for his cock, and not a moment too soon because he was so hard it hurt, and only her tight warmth could make the pain stop. And he told her he loved her over and over again, not just with words but with his hands, his kisses, with every stroke inside of her, until Elizabeth forgot that Captain John Teague had ever existed.
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Jack and Elizabeth were dressed, armed and ready to climb out the window. Elizabeth wanted to go down the stairs and through the lobby door, a logical enough choice, but Jack divulged that the innkeeper had a notion to run a respectable business and didn’t look kindly on illicit trysts in his establishment. If such occurred, guests were expected to be discreet and not go bounding in and out two by two in the middle of the night.
Before beginning their descent they stood beside the window in the moonlight, kissing like teenagers, stopping and then starting up again, each unwilling to release the other. At last they came to their senses. It was time to stop pressing their luck and go. Jack went first and Elizabeth climbed out behind him, dropping to the ground almost on top of him.
“Quite finished fucking me wife, boy?” came a gravelly voice. Jack quite literally yelped. “Very manly, Jack,” the gravely voice sneered.
The two scrambled to their feet. Jack took his lady’s hand, protective even though he knew she could protect herself quite well. “Come out, come out wherever you are, Teague,” he called. “Show yourself, or are you too afraid. Puck, puck, puck!”
Teague stepped into their view, his signature red frockcoat gone, his hair and eyes wild, . his sword at the ready.
“You’re going to die, Jackie,” he said in a low, deadly voice.
“On the contrary. We’re going to kill you,” Jack replied in the same tone.
Three swords crashed together and the battle began.
To be continued