Fic: Fate Intervenes 4/16 [PotC Fandom]
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Title: Fate Intervenes 4/16
by GylzGirl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sparrabeth. Spoilers for DMC.
Summary: Elizabeth is in trouble and it seems Jack, and something he asked her a long time ago, are her only hope..
Other headers attached to chapter one.
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CHAPTER FOUR: Marr-i-age
"Captain's returned," Elizabeth heard Gibbs shout as Jack tied the longboat to the Pearl. A hand reached down from the deck. Jack put his hands on Elizabeth's waist and lifted her until she could reach it. Gibbs helped to pull her on board and then blinked when he saw her face in the moonlight. "Miss Swann?"
Elizabeth froze for a moment. She and Jack hadn't discussed whether or not he wanted his crew informed of his spur-of-the-moment nuptials. She heard Jack's feet land behind her. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder.
"That's Mrs. Sparrow now, Mr. Gibbs." Jack grinned.
Gibbs' jaw gaped. His eyes darted from Jack to Elizabeth and back again. "P-pardon, Jack?"
"Ye have the pleasure of greeting Elizabeth Sparrow, me bonnie bride."
Gibbs laughed. "You almost had me for a minute there, Jack. Tis a good one."
Elizabeth tensed and Jack could feel it. He looked to find her eyes studying the deck. Suddenly, Jack's smile was gone. "Mr. Gibbs, my wife is not a joking matter." His voice was so deadly earnest that Gibbs sobered immediately.
"No, sir."
"Now, I've brought rum and a few other essentials in the longboat. See to it they're loaded on. And tell Phillips, Parker and Young to get their instruments together. We need a party to celebrate."
"Aye, sir." Gibbs scrambled off and began to bark orders to other members of the crew. Two blonde men moved past Jack and Elizabeth to obtain the contents of the longboat.
Jack took Elizabeth's hand and led her to the railing on the starboard side of the ship. "Don't let Gibbs bother ye. He's surprised about the marriage, not the bride."
Elizabeth smiled. "He seemed shocked about both if you ask me."
Jack titled his head. "Aye, that might be so after all."
Elizabeth turned to the rail, facing towards Tortuga; watching the lights as the town came alive with nighttime debauchery. A breeze blew in off the water, fluttering the loose strands of Elizabeth's hair. Jack took in the beautiful picture she made. He reached out and brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
Gibbs cleared his throat beside Jack. Elizabeth startled and Jack turned to Gibbs, annoyed. "Yes?"
"Just wanted to tell you that the supplies are all aboard and the lads are ready to play."
Jack smiled and clapped Gibbs on the back. "Excellent, Mr. Gibbs. Weigh anchor and set sail west."
"Aye, Sir." Gibbs quickly moved away.
Jack turned to Elizabeth once more and smiled. "Wait for me here, Love."
He left her side and she leaned back against the railing, watching Jack swerve in and out of busy deckhands until he reached three of the crew who held two fiddles and a flute. Just as Jack began speaking to them, Gibbs returned.
"Miss Sw…uh Elizabeth."
"Yes, Gibbs?"
"I just wanted to say… well to apologize if I made you… that is… uh."
She smiled and touched his arm. "Apology accepted." She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
He put his hand over hers. "Ye really married Daft Ol' Jack, did ye lass?"
She nodded. "I really did."
He smiled at her. "Always did have the luck of the devil, our Jack."
Music suddenly filled the air and immediately, Elizabeth recognized the tune. Jack rushed up to her and grabbed her hand. "Our song?" Elizabeth asked.
He smiled. "I told you I'd teach it to me whole crew!" He pulled her to him and danced her off onto the deck.
Gibbs grinned as he watched them spin around the crew who were now drinking rum and singing along to the music. He turned back towards the receding sight of Tortuga and saw a ship move in from the east and dock. He could not place the ship, only being able to see its silhouette and not being close enough to identify its flag. But something about it seemed familiar and dangerous. A chill went down his spine and he took a swig from his flask of rum to stave off the cold.
At the end of the song, the little makeshift band started right in on another. A couple of mugs of rum into their systems, some of the crew began to dance, alone and with each other to the new tune. Jack maneuvered Elizabeth across the deck and over to the door of his cabin. He motioned her to go on in and then spun round to catch Gibbs' eye. The older man nodded his understanding. Jack turned and went into his cabin, locking the door behind him.
"I thought you wanted to celebrate, Jack?" Elizabeth said.
"Oh I do, Love, I do. But with me crew out there having a nice loud celebration of their own, they won't be paying attention to any celebrating we're doing in here, savvy?"
"Oh," she said. She suddenly looked down at the bed she hadn't noticed she was standing next to and blushed.
He walked to her and touched her face. "Is that all right by you?"
"Yes," she said, a little shakily.
"We can go back on deck and dance awhile. There's no hurry."
Her hand came up and covered his. "No. I want to stay here."
Jack kissed her gently then pulled back to look at her flushed face. "Relax, Love." He kissed her lips again, then kissed her cheek, then moved his mouth to her neck. As he nuzzled Elizabeth, his hand moved to the laces just under her bosom that held the overdress closed. He deftly undid them and then opened the garment. He helped her to slide it back over her arms and down to the floor.
Elizabeth now stood in only her chemise and boots. The oil lantern in the cabin threw the corners of the room into shadow, truly making all the world feel like it had come down to her and Jack alone. Even the din outside seemed so far away as to be happening in Tortuga. The lantern light flickered in Jack's endless dark eyes and created shadows that played up his fine features. She was struck, not for the first time, by how beautiful he really was.
Jack's slender fingers slid up her back and into her hair, plucking out the combs that Madam Larrouse had placed there only a few hours ago. He set them aside on his desk and weaved his fingers through her long hair, shaking it free. He kissed her again. One hand glided down her back, over her rear and brought her thigh up to rest along the outside of his own. He broke the kiss and tugged her boot off. It hit the floor with a dull thud. He then gently lowered that leg and repeated the process with the other. However, this time as her leg slid down his, he caught hold of the hem of her chemise and began to raise it.
Jack raised it slowly. Married or not, he half-expected her to put a stop to him at any moment. Over her thighs it came, then up past her waist, then to her breasts at which point, he paused, realizing she was holding her breath. "Breathe, Love," he whispered. "You'll faint if you don't."
She looked into his eyes. "That's how we met."
"And a fortuitous collapse that was. But I, for one, would prefer you awake for the next little while."
Jack began to lift the garment again and her hands came over his. "Jack?" she whispered.
"Yes, Love?" His voice was gentle and patient.
"Could we blow out the lantern?"
"Why?"
"Wha…" She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "What if I do not please?" She looked to the floor and he laughed. Her eyes shot to his.
Jack kissed her cheek. "That chemise back on the island was not nearly as opaque when wet as you were clearly hoping. And the water in the bathhouse did very little to obscure your… attributes. You please me very much, Lizzie. Never doubt that." She smiled a little. "Besides, you got to see me all in me entirety. Fair's fair, Love."
Elizabeth raised her arms over her head to allow him to pull the chemise the rest of the way off. Once off, he dropped it to the floor. Jack's eyes drank in the sight of her, naked and beautiful, bathed in the golden lantern-light. "Oh God, Lizzie," he said huskily. He took her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. His hands slid over her smooth creamy skin, aching to touch every inch of her. Elizabeth whimpered into his mouth as his hands kneaded her buttocks and pressed her against the growing bulge in his breeches.
Jack broke the kiss, panting. "Onto the bed, Love." She turned, sat, and scooted back onto the pillows, never taking her eyes off him. He moved away and quickly shed his clothes. When he was clad only in the red scarf that forever adorned his head, he stalked back to the bed, his weapons clutched in his left hand. He set them on the floor next to his side of the bed and climbed on, lying beside her.
Elizabeth kept her eyes fixed on him. He was amazed by her. This unnaturally beautiful creature was about to let him, pirate and rogue, take her innocence. And yet, there was nothing but trust in her eyes. Her face was a portrait of nervous excitement. The flush in her cheeks spread down to her breasts, complemented by the dusky rose of her nipples which were already erect from arousal and exposure to the night air. "You're beautiful, Elizabeth."
She touched his chest, running her fingers over the scars there. "So are you."
Jack laughed, warmly. Elizabeth moved her hand to cup his face. He turned into her touch and kissed her palm.
"Jack?" She whispered.
"Yes, Love?"
"Make me forget."
"Forget?"
"That I was ever anybody other than Mrs. Jack Sparrow."
"CAPTAIN Mrs. Jack Sp…no wait, I don't think that's right." He put his finger to his chin and looked upwards in thought. Elizabeth smiled. "Mrs. Captain Jack Sparrow." He grinned at her and brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
Jack kissed her as his hand ventured to her breast. He caressed its fullness as his thumb found her nipple and stroked slow circles over it. Her gasp broke their kiss and Jack smiled at her. In the next moment, his mouth was descending on her neglected breast. Elizabeth's hands came into his tangle of hair. He slowly licked her nipple and then drew it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
He moved his hand down her stomach and then lower. Jack brushed briefly over the soft hair at the juncture of her legs then his fingers slipped between her thighs. He pushed at Elizabeth's leg gently. She got the message and parted her legs. Jack smiled against her breast. He lifted his body over one of her legs so that he could settle between them. His hand slid back up her inner thigh and began to pet her. Nimble fingers parted the lips of her sex and slipped inside to stroke the sensitive flesh there. His fingertips lightly grazed her clit which had just started to come out of hiding. Jack turned dark eyes up to her face to watch her reaction.
A loud moan erupted from Elizabeth's mouth, startling even her. She looked to the door with fear in her eyes. Jack quickly touched her face and moved his head back near her own. "Hence the loud party outside, savvy?" Elizabeth's eyes met his and she visibly relaxed, nodding her head. He moved his mouth to her ear. "Besides, that little squeak was nothing. Before the night is through, I'll make ye scream." He felt a tremble go through her. Jack kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and stroking it along her own in time with his hand's ministrations. She moaned again and he smiled, breaking the kiss. "Lizzie, do ye trust me?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good. Cause I'm about to do something you've probably never even heard tell of. But I promise you'll like it. And it will make what's to come easier for ye." With that, he shifted his body down her own until his face was even with her sex. Elizabeth shivered, watching him intently. When his head moved towards her, she gasped and made to sit up. Jack, expecting this, quickly splayed his free hand on her stomach and gently eased her back down. His eyes met hers. "Trust me."
Her love of trying things new fought with her fear; the urge to push him away and run. She looked to the ceiling and threw her arm over her forehead. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she forced herself to stay put. Elizabeth felt him part her below once more. Next, she felt the warm puff of his breath ghost across her inner folds. The thought of him seeing her that way sent a fresh wave of panic through her. She closed her eyes and made herself concentrate only on feeling what he was doing to her. At first, she felt only the tip of Jack's tongue sliding up and down along her. She shivered, biting her lip. Next, she felt his whole face pressed to her, his beard and moustache rough, his lips soft and nimble as they kissed her most intimately. Then his tongue was on her again, this time flicking over that same place as his fingers had found before. He sucked that part of her into the wet warmth of his mouth and continued to torment it with his tongue.
At that moment, Elizabeth felt insane. Her back arched. Her legs bent at the knees, toes curling into the sheets. Her hands went beside her head, fisting into the pillows. The moans coming from her own mouth were loud and wanton. They both excited and embarrassed her but she found she couldn't stop them. She seemed to try to squirm out from under his mouth at the same time as she tried to press him harder into her. She had no control over her own body any more. Jack was at the wheel. Streams of pleasure, like Kraken tentacles on the hull of a ship, seemed to radiate from his mouth through her whole body. Her breathing was harsh and irregular. She'd no sooner remember to inhale as she'd find herself holding her breath again.
"Jack," she screamed out in desperation, her head thrashing against the pillow. "It's too much! It's …" she gasped as his tongue moved faster. He put a finger inside her, then two, then three. He did not insert them far, just enough that her muscles, which she could now feel gulping for contact, would have something to clutch for. Elizabeth felt herself grow impossibly wet, his fingers sliding easily in and out of her. His mouth never stopped. Those tentacles were crushing her. She couldn't breathe. She inhaled sharply and screamed as a warm explosion coursed along the whole of her being.
The next thing Elizabeth was aware of was being blissfully heavy. She didn't think she would ever be able to move again, and at the moment, that was quite fine by her. Tremors of pleasure still coursed along her skin, keeping her from entirely slipping away into the haze inside her head. She felt Jack slide back up her body, placing tiny kisses on her breasts, throat and face. He smelt musky and part of her vaguely worked out that it was her own scent that she was experiencing, but she wasn't inclined to think too much about it. With gargantuan effort, she blinked open her eyes and found him smiling down on her.
Jack settled his body over hers. Resting on his elbow, he moved one hand down and took hold of himself. He gently stroked his cock along her sex, coating it in her juices. He poised the head at her entrance. He turned his attention to her face, kissing her still-panting mouth. "Lizzie?" He said.
Her eyes fixed on his. Elizabeth could feel him probing below. Her hands lazily drifted up to his shoulders and she nodded. Jack pushed forward quickly until he was sheathed to the hilt. She gasped for a moment, her fingernails biting into the skin of his back. He remained still within her as she experimentally clutched at him. She was so exquisitely tight and wet that, not for the first time, he was glad to have left enough youth behind him that the evening would not be over quite so soon.
Elizabeth's inner thighs slid up the sides of his hips as she bent her knees. Her fingers daintily touched the back of his neck. He shuddered. "Liz?"
"More, Jack," she breathed. "Please?"
"Oh God," he said. He pulled out of her almost the whole way and then pushed back in.
She moaned, holding him tighter. When he looked at Elizabeth, a lazy smile had crept across her face. That was the end of his control. Steadily, Jack moved faster. He grunted as muscles made of molten satin gripped his cock. He buried his face in her neck, kissing the skin there. He tasted the salt of sweat, along with her own flavor that lingered from when he'd supped below.
Elizabeth whimpered near his ear and began to thrust back against him. He smiled, and slid his mouth to hers a moment before returning to her long, elegant neck. He hissed as he felt his cock throb. Release would not be far away now. Jack sped up his movements. He heard Elizabeth's breath hitch in his ear, her inner walls beginning to spasm around him. She roughly grabbed his ass as he felt new warmth bathe him. "Christ," he shouted as his whole body arched toward hers, driving himself as deep as he could go. He exhaled raggedly as he came within her.
Jack panted and looked down at her once more bliss-closed eyes. Suddenly, he embraced her tightly. 'Mine,' he thought. She belonged to him. He didn't care what vow he'd made. No other man would ever touch her and he'd make sure she'd never want anyone else. She was his and no one would take her from him. He kissed her mouth. Jack pulled back to look at her. She looked at him through sleepy lids. "You're mine, Elizabeth. Mine."
She smiled and closed her eyes, curling against his chest. He kissed her forehead and continued to hold her tightly.
As Jack's breathing returned to normal, he looked out into the room which was darkening with the fading lantern light. Where had that come from? His mother had taught him long ago that women were not possessions. His experience had told him that only a fool would wish for such a possession anyway. A woman could at any time simply walk away from a man she no longer cared for, and pity the man who believed she was his belonging. Gabriel Chase was the type of man who thought that way, not Captain Jack Sparrow. He sighed, trying to get hold of himself. No, no one would ever take Elizabeth from him, but she did have the freedom to leave him if she wished. He would just have to make sure she never wished for that.
Elizabeth sighed contentedly in her sleep and nuzzled against his skin. Thoughts of 'mine' flooded his brain once more but not, he realized, because she was his belonging. He simply couldn't bear the thought of ever being without her again. Jack tightened his hold on her and drifted off to sleep thinking just one thing. Now, he was really in trouble.
CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
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Swabbing the Deck
Previouly:
CHAPTER ONE: The Proposal
CHAPTER TWO: A Clean Start
CHAPTER THREE: Vows
Following Chapters:
CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
CHAPTER SIX: Dark Horizon
CHAPTER SEVEN: Pirates
CHAPTER EIGHT: What Happens in La Vega, Stays in La Vega
CHAPTER NINE: Rude Awakening
CHAPTER TEN: Deja Vu
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Letting Go
CHAPTER TWELVE: An All-Consuming Fire
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Talon's Reach
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Slain
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Departure
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Scars
Crossposted to sparrabeth, pirates_bride and deppfanfiction
Title: Fate Intervenes 4/16
by GylzGirl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sparrabeth. Spoilers for DMC.
Summary: Elizabeth is in trouble and it seems Jack, and something he asked her a long time ago, are her only hope..
Other headers attached to chapter one.
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CHAPTER FOUR: Marr-i-age
"Captain's returned," Elizabeth heard Gibbs shout as Jack tied the longboat to the Pearl. A hand reached down from the deck. Jack put his hands on Elizabeth's waist and lifted her until she could reach it. Gibbs helped to pull her on board and then blinked when he saw her face in the moonlight. "Miss Swann?"
Elizabeth froze for a moment. She and Jack hadn't discussed whether or not he wanted his crew informed of his spur-of-the-moment nuptials. She heard Jack's feet land behind her. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and put his chin on her shoulder.
"That's Mrs. Sparrow now, Mr. Gibbs." Jack grinned.
Gibbs' jaw gaped. His eyes darted from Jack to Elizabeth and back again. "P-pardon, Jack?"
"Ye have the pleasure of greeting Elizabeth Sparrow, me bonnie bride."
Gibbs laughed. "You almost had me for a minute there, Jack. Tis a good one."
Elizabeth tensed and Jack could feel it. He looked to find her eyes studying the deck. Suddenly, Jack's smile was gone. "Mr. Gibbs, my wife is not a joking matter." His voice was so deadly earnest that Gibbs sobered immediately.
"No, sir."
"Now, I've brought rum and a few other essentials in the longboat. See to it they're loaded on. And tell Phillips, Parker and Young to get their instruments together. We need a party to celebrate."
"Aye, sir." Gibbs scrambled off and began to bark orders to other members of the crew. Two blonde men moved past Jack and Elizabeth to obtain the contents of the longboat.
Jack took Elizabeth's hand and led her to the railing on the starboard side of the ship. "Don't let Gibbs bother ye. He's surprised about the marriage, not the bride."
Elizabeth smiled. "He seemed shocked about both if you ask me."
Jack titled his head. "Aye, that might be so after all."
Elizabeth turned to the rail, facing towards Tortuga; watching the lights as the town came alive with nighttime debauchery. A breeze blew in off the water, fluttering the loose strands of Elizabeth's hair. Jack took in the beautiful picture she made. He reached out and brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.
Gibbs cleared his throat beside Jack. Elizabeth startled and Jack turned to Gibbs, annoyed. "Yes?"
"Just wanted to tell you that the supplies are all aboard and the lads are ready to play."
Jack smiled and clapped Gibbs on the back. "Excellent, Mr. Gibbs. Weigh anchor and set sail west."
"Aye, Sir." Gibbs quickly moved away.
Jack turned to Elizabeth once more and smiled. "Wait for me here, Love."
He left her side and she leaned back against the railing, watching Jack swerve in and out of busy deckhands until he reached three of the crew who held two fiddles and a flute. Just as Jack began speaking to them, Gibbs returned.
"Miss Sw…uh Elizabeth."
"Yes, Gibbs?"
"I just wanted to say… well to apologize if I made you… that is… uh."
She smiled and touched his arm. "Apology accepted." She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
He put his hand over hers. "Ye really married Daft Ol' Jack, did ye lass?"
She nodded. "I really did."
He smiled at her. "Always did have the luck of the devil, our Jack."
Music suddenly filled the air and immediately, Elizabeth recognized the tune. Jack rushed up to her and grabbed her hand. "Our song?" Elizabeth asked.
He smiled. "I told you I'd teach it to me whole crew!" He pulled her to him and danced her off onto the deck.
Gibbs grinned as he watched them spin around the crew who were now drinking rum and singing along to the music. He turned back towards the receding sight of Tortuga and saw a ship move in from the east and dock. He could not place the ship, only being able to see its silhouette and not being close enough to identify its flag. But something about it seemed familiar and dangerous. A chill went down his spine and he took a swig from his flask of rum to stave off the cold.
At the end of the song, the little makeshift band started right in on another. A couple of mugs of rum into their systems, some of the crew began to dance, alone and with each other to the new tune. Jack maneuvered Elizabeth across the deck and over to the door of his cabin. He motioned her to go on in and then spun round to catch Gibbs' eye. The older man nodded his understanding. Jack turned and went into his cabin, locking the door behind him.
"I thought you wanted to celebrate, Jack?" Elizabeth said.
"Oh I do, Love, I do. But with me crew out there having a nice loud celebration of their own, they won't be paying attention to any celebrating we're doing in here, savvy?"
"Oh," she said. She suddenly looked down at the bed she hadn't noticed she was standing next to and blushed.
He walked to her and touched her face. "Is that all right by you?"
"Yes," she said, a little shakily.
"We can go back on deck and dance awhile. There's no hurry."
Her hand came up and covered his. "No. I want to stay here."
Jack kissed her gently then pulled back to look at her flushed face. "Relax, Love." He kissed her lips again, then kissed her cheek, then moved his mouth to her neck. As he nuzzled Elizabeth, his hand moved to the laces just under her bosom that held the overdress closed. He deftly undid them and then opened the garment. He helped her to slide it back over her arms and down to the floor.
Elizabeth now stood in only her chemise and boots. The oil lantern in the cabin threw the corners of the room into shadow, truly making all the world feel like it had come down to her and Jack alone. Even the din outside seemed so far away as to be happening in Tortuga. The lantern light flickered in Jack's endless dark eyes and created shadows that played up his fine features. She was struck, not for the first time, by how beautiful he really was.
Jack's slender fingers slid up her back and into her hair, plucking out the combs that Madam Larrouse had placed there only a few hours ago. He set them aside on his desk and weaved his fingers through her long hair, shaking it free. He kissed her again. One hand glided down her back, over her rear and brought her thigh up to rest along the outside of his own. He broke the kiss and tugged her boot off. It hit the floor with a dull thud. He then gently lowered that leg and repeated the process with the other. However, this time as her leg slid down his, he caught hold of the hem of her chemise and began to raise it.
Jack raised it slowly. Married or not, he half-expected her to put a stop to him at any moment. Over her thighs it came, then up past her waist, then to her breasts at which point, he paused, realizing she was holding her breath. "Breathe, Love," he whispered. "You'll faint if you don't."
She looked into his eyes. "That's how we met."
"And a fortuitous collapse that was. But I, for one, would prefer you awake for the next little while."
Jack began to lift the garment again and her hands came over his. "Jack?" she whispered.
"Yes, Love?" His voice was gentle and patient.
"Could we blow out the lantern?"
"Why?"
"Wha…" She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "What if I do not please?" She looked to the floor and he laughed. Her eyes shot to his.
Jack kissed her cheek. "That chemise back on the island was not nearly as opaque when wet as you were clearly hoping. And the water in the bathhouse did very little to obscure your… attributes. You please me very much, Lizzie. Never doubt that." She smiled a little. "Besides, you got to see me all in me entirety. Fair's fair, Love."
Elizabeth raised her arms over her head to allow him to pull the chemise the rest of the way off. Once off, he dropped it to the floor. Jack's eyes drank in the sight of her, naked and beautiful, bathed in the golden lantern-light. "Oh God, Lizzie," he said huskily. He took her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. His hands slid over her smooth creamy skin, aching to touch every inch of her. Elizabeth whimpered into his mouth as his hands kneaded her buttocks and pressed her against the growing bulge in his breeches.
Jack broke the kiss, panting. "Onto the bed, Love." She turned, sat, and scooted back onto the pillows, never taking her eyes off him. He moved away and quickly shed his clothes. When he was clad only in the red scarf that forever adorned his head, he stalked back to the bed, his weapons clutched in his left hand. He set them on the floor next to his side of the bed and climbed on, lying beside her.
Elizabeth kept her eyes fixed on him. He was amazed by her. This unnaturally beautiful creature was about to let him, pirate and rogue, take her innocence. And yet, there was nothing but trust in her eyes. Her face was a portrait of nervous excitement. The flush in her cheeks spread down to her breasts, complemented by the dusky rose of her nipples which were already erect from arousal and exposure to the night air. "You're beautiful, Elizabeth."
She touched his chest, running her fingers over the scars there. "So are you."
Jack laughed, warmly. Elizabeth moved her hand to cup his face. He turned into her touch and kissed her palm.
"Jack?" She whispered.
"Yes, Love?"
"Make me forget."
"Forget?"
"That I was ever anybody other than Mrs. Jack Sparrow."
"CAPTAIN Mrs. Jack Sp…no wait, I don't think that's right." He put his finger to his chin and looked upwards in thought. Elizabeth smiled. "Mrs. Captain Jack Sparrow." He grinned at her and brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
Jack kissed her as his hand ventured to her breast. He caressed its fullness as his thumb found her nipple and stroked slow circles over it. Her gasp broke their kiss and Jack smiled at her. In the next moment, his mouth was descending on her neglected breast. Elizabeth's hands came into his tangle of hair. He slowly licked her nipple and then drew it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
He moved his hand down her stomach and then lower. Jack brushed briefly over the soft hair at the juncture of her legs then his fingers slipped between her thighs. He pushed at Elizabeth's leg gently. She got the message and parted her legs. Jack smiled against her breast. He lifted his body over one of her legs so that he could settle between them. His hand slid back up her inner thigh and began to pet her. Nimble fingers parted the lips of her sex and slipped inside to stroke the sensitive flesh there. His fingertips lightly grazed her clit which had just started to come out of hiding. Jack turned dark eyes up to her face to watch her reaction.
A loud moan erupted from Elizabeth's mouth, startling even her. She looked to the door with fear in her eyes. Jack quickly touched her face and moved his head back near her own. "Hence the loud party outside, savvy?" Elizabeth's eyes met his and she visibly relaxed, nodding her head. He moved his mouth to her ear. "Besides, that little squeak was nothing. Before the night is through, I'll make ye scream." He felt a tremble go through her. Jack kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and stroking it along her own in time with his hand's ministrations. She moaned again and he smiled, breaking the kiss. "Lizzie, do ye trust me?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good. Cause I'm about to do something you've probably never even heard tell of. But I promise you'll like it. And it will make what's to come easier for ye." With that, he shifted his body down her own until his face was even with her sex. Elizabeth shivered, watching him intently. When his head moved towards her, she gasped and made to sit up. Jack, expecting this, quickly splayed his free hand on her stomach and gently eased her back down. His eyes met hers. "Trust me."
Her love of trying things new fought with her fear; the urge to push him away and run. She looked to the ceiling and threw her arm over her forehead. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she forced herself to stay put. Elizabeth felt him part her below once more. Next, she felt the warm puff of his breath ghost across her inner folds. The thought of him seeing her that way sent a fresh wave of panic through her. She closed her eyes and made herself concentrate only on feeling what he was doing to her. At first, she felt only the tip of Jack's tongue sliding up and down along her. She shivered, biting her lip. Next, she felt his whole face pressed to her, his beard and moustache rough, his lips soft and nimble as they kissed her most intimately. Then his tongue was on her again, this time flicking over that same place as his fingers had found before. He sucked that part of her into the wet warmth of his mouth and continued to torment it with his tongue.
At that moment, Elizabeth felt insane. Her back arched. Her legs bent at the knees, toes curling into the sheets. Her hands went beside her head, fisting into the pillows. The moans coming from her own mouth were loud and wanton. They both excited and embarrassed her but she found she couldn't stop them. She seemed to try to squirm out from under his mouth at the same time as she tried to press him harder into her. She had no control over her own body any more. Jack was at the wheel. Streams of pleasure, like Kraken tentacles on the hull of a ship, seemed to radiate from his mouth through her whole body. Her breathing was harsh and irregular. She'd no sooner remember to inhale as she'd find herself holding her breath again.
"Jack," she screamed out in desperation, her head thrashing against the pillow. "It's too much! It's …" she gasped as his tongue moved faster. He put a finger inside her, then two, then three. He did not insert them far, just enough that her muscles, which she could now feel gulping for contact, would have something to clutch for. Elizabeth felt herself grow impossibly wet, his fingers sliding easily in and out of her. His mouth never stopped. Those tentacles were crushing her. She couldn't breathe. She inhaled sharply and screamed as a warm explosion coursed along the whole of her being.
The next thing Elizabeth was aware of was being blissfully heavy. She didn't think she would ever be able to move again, and at the moment, that was quite fine by her. Tremors of pleasure still coursed along her skin, keeping her from entirely slipping away into the haze inside her head. She felt Jack slide back up her body, placing tiny kisses on her breasts, throat and face. He smelt musky and part of her vaguely worked out that it was her own scent that she was experiencing, but she wasn't inclined to think too much about it. With gargantuan effort, she blinked open her eyes and found him smiling down on her.
Jack settled his body over hers. Resting on his elbow, he moved one hand down and took hold of himself. He gently stroked his cock along her sex, coating it in her juices. He poised the head at her entrance. He turned his attention to her face, kissing her still-panting mouth. "Lizzie?" He said.
Her eyes fixed on his. Elizabeth could feel him probing below. Her hands lazily drifted up to his shoulders and she nodded. Jack pushed forward quickly until he was sheathed to the hilt. She gasped for a moment, her fingernails biting into the skin of his back. He remained still within her as she experimentally clutched at him. She was so exquisitely tight and wet that, not for the first time, he was glad to have left enough youth behind him that the evening would not be over quite so soon.
Elizabeth's inner thighs slid up the sides of his hips as she bent her knees. Her fingers daintily touched the back of his neck. He shuddered. "Liz?"
"More, Jack," she breathed. "Please?"
"Oh God," he said. He pulled out of her almost the whole way and then pushed back in.
She moaned, holding him tighter. When he looked at Elizabeth, a lazy smile had crept across her face. That was the end of his control. Steadily, Jack moved faster. He grunted as muscles made of molten satin gripped his cock. He buried his face in her neck, kissing the skin there. He tasted the salt of sweat, along with her own flavor that lingered from when he'd supped below.
Elizabeth whimpered near his ear and began to thrust back against him. He smiled, and slid his mouth to hers a moment before returning to her long, elegant neck. He hissed as he felt his cock throb. Release would not be far away now. Jack sped up his movements. He heard Elizabeth's breath hitch in his ear, her inner walls beginning to spasm around him. She roughly grabbed his ass as he felt new warmth bathe him. "Christ," he shouted as his whole body arched toward hers, driving himself as deep as he could go. He exhaled raggedly as he came within her.
Jack panted and looked down at her once more bliss-closed eyes. Suddenly, he embraced her tightly. 'Mine,' he thought. She belonged to him. He didn't care what vow he'd made. No other man would ever touch her and he'd make sure she'd never want anyone else. She was his and no one would take her from him. He kissed her mouth. Jack pulled back to look at her. She looked at him through sleepy lids. "You're mine, Elizabeth. Mine."
She smiled and closed her eyes, curling against his chest. He kissed her forehead and continued to hold her tightly.
As Jack's breathing returned to normal, he looked out into the room which was darkening with the fading lantern light. Where had that come from? His mother had taught him long ago that women were not possessions. His experience had told him that only a fool would wish for such a possession anyway. A woman could at any time simply walk away from a man she no longer cared for, and pity the man who believed she was his belonging. Gabriel Chase was the type of man who thought that way, not Captain Jack Sparrow. He sighed, trying to get hold of himself. No, no one would ever take Elizabeth from him, but she did have the freedom to leave him if she wished. He would just have to make sure she never wished for that.
Elizabeth sighed contentedly in her sleep and nuzzled against his skin. Thoughts of 'mine' flooded his brain once more but not, he realized, because she was his belonging. He simply couldn't bear the thought of ever being without her again. Jack tightened his hold on her and drifted off to sleep thinking just one thing. Now, he was really in trouble.
CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
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Swabbing the Deck
Previouly:
CHAPTER ONE: The Proposal
CHAPTER TWO: A Clean Start
CHAPTER THREE: Vows
Following Chapters:
CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
CHAPTER SIX: Dark Horizon
CHAPTER SEVEN: Pirates
CHAPTER EIGHT: What Happens in La Vega, Stays in La Vega
CHAPTER NINE: Rude Awakening
CHAPTER TEN: Deja Vu
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Letting Go
CHAPTER TWELVE: An All-Consuming Fire
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Talon's Reach
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Slain
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Departure
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Scars
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