Fic: Fate Intervenes 5/16 [PotC Fandom]
Title: Fate Intervenes 5/16
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.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the birthday wishes last chapter. You guys made all the difference in an otherwise highly sucky day!
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CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
Jack stood at the wheel of the Pearl, hands lazily resting on its pegs, staring into the horizon. The sun warmed his skin and the smell of the salt sea spray filled his nostrils. The breeze created by the Pearl clipping along with the wind ruffled through his hair, causing the beads and trinkets there to clink and collide; his own private serenade. A mere day earlier, just this feeling was his favorite in the world. But this day, his first morning as husband, found his thoughts confined to a room and a bed and the warm, beautiful tangle of naked flesh he'd valiantly left behind to man the wheel.
He felt a stirring below at the memory of the sight Elizabeth had made when he opened his eyes this morning, sleeping there like an angel mistakenly dropped into his reach. Jack had longed to taste her lips again. He'd wanted to luxuriate inside her. But, she'd slept deeply; finally able to rest due to the reassurance of his presence. It had seemed almost cruel to disturb her at that point so he'd carefully climbed out of the bed. He'd gone to the washbasin and wiped himself clean of the small amount of blood that had dried on him from deflowering his wife. That thought had caused another stirring and he'd had to will himself to dress and leave for fear that the bed that contained his bare beauty would serve as a siren call.
A flash of movement caught Jack's peripheral vision and he turned in time to see the door to his cabin open and his bride emerge. She was, once again, wearing boy breeches and a shirt with her hair plaited behind her. He smiled, happy that she'd felt comfortable enough in her new home to tear into the parcels he'd had Madame Larrouse obtain for her. Their eyes met and Elizabeth smiled. A wave of relief washed over him. It seemed that his fears had been unfounded. She didn't seem to be regretting anything. He'd been worried she'd awake sore and with her senses intact, begging him to bundle her off to some secret hideaway where she'd be safe from him and Chase both. The next moment, Elizabeth was touching his arm and staring into his eyes.
"Morning, Love," he said.
"Almost noon by the look of the sun. Why on earth did you let me lie in so long?"
He reached out and touched her face. "Lie to me and tell me you've got more'n a couple hours a night ever night since Chase started up on ye." Her face grew serious. Jack smiled. "Not to mention, you seemed fair worn out."
She looked to him. "May I kiss you, Jack?"
He laughed. "I've a scrap of paper back in me cabin that says you're legally obligated to kiss me."
She smiled and moved closer. "I only meant…" She gestured toward the deck. "The crew."
"Ah, now I'd rather ye didn't go around kissing them. Bad for morale. Mine at least."
Elizabeth slapped his arm and rolled her eyes. "Oh, forget it! I don't even want to any more!" She turned to leave and was reeled back to his side by his arm about her waist. Her front collided with his and she found a gold-glinting smile shining down on her.
"Allow me to answer you this way." His lips descended on hers.
She smiled at him. "Mmm, good answer."
Elizabeth moved from his arms, crossed the deck, and began to help the crew with the rigging. Jack grinned as he watched her go. If it were up to him, she could just lay naked in his cabin the rest of her life. She could be the princess that she was born to be, order folk about, and never dirty her clever little hands again. But that wouldn't be his Elizabeth. She refused to be a useless society matron. She saw the world the way it really was. Yes, there was beauty, kindness and love. But there was also pain, cruelty and death. Jobs that needed to be done that didn't get completed by those standing around looking helpless. Dirt could be washed away. Sweat was the proof of a hard days' labor. Scars helped to jog the memory of one's life when the years began to cloud it. There was less to be ashamed of in the life of the lower classes than those that looked down on them from on high would like to believe. And even in her grand house, high on the hill, Elizabeth had always known that much to be true. She was as strong as she was beautiful, even if the recent weeks had caused her to forget she was either. Jack decided he would help her remember. His eyes dropped down and watched her rear end as she walked away. He had been wrong about the boy clothes doing nothing for her. The way they clung to, and accented, the curve of her backside was not only doing things for her, but him as well. Jack gripped the wheel tighter and forced his gaze out to sea.
Gibbs appeared beside him and cleared his throat. "Something on your mind, Mr. Gibbs?"
"Just wondering if ye be ready to let me in on what's going on yet?"
Jack met Gibbs' eyes. "Gabriel Chase," he said simply.
Gibbs spat on the deck. "To the devil with that man."
Jack arched an eyebrow. "Well put, Gibbs."
Gibbs' gaze settled where Jack's eyes led. "After Miss Elizabeth, was he?"
"Was and is."
Gibbs' eyes widened. "That ship. Jack, I think I saw The Talon come to port as we left Tortuga last night."
Jack's eyes flashed back to Elizabeth. She chose that moment to look over her shoulder at him. He quickly hid his concern and smiled sweetly. She returned the smile and went back to work. "How sure are you?"
Gibbs hand rubbed the back of his neck. "It were fair dark and far away, but it did give me an awful shiver."
Jack looked to Gibbs. "I'd take your clattering bones over your eyesight any day, Mate. We'll stay on this heading until dark then maneuver east."
"It might not be a bad time to be heading towards Libertalia."
"That notion had occurred to me as well. I'll keep it under advisement, Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye, Captain." Gibbs returned below deck.
Jack once again found his eyes seeking out Elizabeth amongst the crew. Her shirt sleeves were pushed back as she tied off a rope. Jack smiled. He'd have to make sure she didn't do too much work or get too much sun. Tanned and hard might be a good look for him, but he had to admit that he preferred Elizabeth cream-colored and soft to the touch.
A shadow passed over Elizabeth's face, causing Jack to look up. Gray clouds had begun to form in the sky and were slowly inching towards each other in an attempt to blot out the sun. The wind had begun to pick up both speed and chill. The waters became a little choppier.
"Bugger," Jack said quietly. He didn't like to see the sky look so ominous with the thought of Gabriel Chase having so narrowly missed them.
******
Elizabeth lay in the bed of the darkened cabin with only the moonlight for illumination. She listened to the rain as she waited for her husband. It was his custom, she knew, for him to man the wheel personally when poor weather threatened. But it was a light summer storm that had showered them gently all day and well into the evening. She'd stayed on deck until all but Jack had gone below. Then Elizabeth had come inside to change and await him. Her hair was nearly dry she'd waited on him so long and still no sign of him coming to bed.
Elizabeth sat up as insecurity began to play on her mind. She wondered if perhaps the night before hadn't been for him what it was for her. He'd seemed to have enjoyed himself enough, but it wasn't as though she had experience in this sort of thing. She took a deep breath and released it. Being isolated and alone on Tortuga for two weeks had taught her at least one thing. She could 'what if' herself into an early grave if given the opportunity. Elizabeth pushed herself out of the bed and slipped a dressing gown on over her chemise. She tied it hastily about her and made for the doors.
Elizabeth closed them behind her to keep the rain out and made her way up to the wheel. Jack's hair was dripping wet where his hat did not cover. The rest of him was soaked as well. Still, he wore a smile, adjusting the wheel against the chop of the ocean. She was practically at his side before he acknowledged her.
"You should go back inside, Love. You'll get terribly wet if ye stay out here."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Jack Sparrow, are you coming to bed tonight?"
He grinned. "You seem very eager."
She met his eyes, her expression blank. "Are you avoiding your bed for a purpose? Last night, did I not… I mean to say, was it not…."
Jack took one hand off the wheel and captured her wrist. Using that hold, he tugged her towards him until she was pressed to his front tightly. "Never doubt yourself like that, Lizzie. Storms can turn bad too quickly in the open sea. Only that could keep me from bedding you tonight when it was almost all I could think about the whole day."
Elizabeth smiled and curled her hands around the back of his neck. "Couldn't you come in just for a little while?"
Jack's grin was wicked. He pressed a length of rope into her palm. "Tell you what. Tie off the wheel for me and I'll be back in one minute." He released her and disappeared below deck as she started to loop the rope around the pegs of the wheel.
When Elizabeth had finished, she looked over to find Jack smiling at her. His hands were perched on his hips. The wind fanned his tangle of hair around him. Jack's eyes looked wild when they caught the moonlight. He was every inch the fearsome pirate she had read about as a child and fantasized about as a teenager. And he was hers. A shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the wet or the cold.
Elizabeth walked to him and put her hand on his chest. "Come inside?"
He smirked. "Persuade me."
She grinned and tilted her head up. Elizabeth parted her lips. His parted in anticipation. She brushed her mouth against his then pulled back. The corner of Jack's mouth quirked in amusement. She moved forward as if to kiss him, but veered to his ear at the last moment. "Come inside so we can continue this," she whispered. She slid her hand down into his and walked past him.
He tugged her arm, rather hard, causing her to lose her footing. He caught her at his side as she fell against him. Jack kissed her quickly and then pulled back, smiling. "We needn't go inside to continue, Love." He quickly unfastened the ties of her dressing gown and pulled it off of her. He turned, threaded it through the helm to make sure it didn't float away in the wind and looked back to her.
Elizabeth's eyes were wide. Her lips parted in both excitement and fear. Her rain-drenched hair was dark and wavy, whipping about her in the wind. Elizabeth's chemise was already near soaked through, causing it to transparently cling like a second skin to her every hill and valley.
Jack growled low in his throat at the sight. He gripped at the chemise near her thigh and began to pull it upwards. Her hand on his stayed his movements. He pulled her close and could feel her heart beating frantically. Her eyes kept flashing toward the entrance to the below decks.
"I've told Gibbs to keep everyone below until I tell him otherwise. There's no need to worry. I'm not sharing you with anyone but the moon, the stars, the ocean and the Pearl." Elizabeth shivered and began to cast looks around the perimeter of the ship to once again assure herself that they were truly alone. Jack laughed and quickly lifted her clothing over her head and off. He placed it with the dressing gown and turned his attention back to her.
The moonlight made her skin look luminescent. Jack could feel his erection straining towards the laces of his breeches. He gently touched her face and kissed her. His other hand slipped around her waist and he slowly guided her backwards until she was against the railing. Jack smiled then and broke the kiss.
Elizabeth watched him as his hands went to his waist and began to unwind the sash he wore there. Once it was off, he threaded it behind her, placing it on top of the rail. He curled his other arm about her and lifted. She gasped in surprise as she came to sit atop the sash-covered rail. Her hands went to Jack's shoulders. She held to him tightly, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. He only smiled and moved the hand that wasn't supporting her down to free himself from the confines of his breeches.
Using his hand and his side for leverage, he encouraged her knees farther apart and helped to scoot her forward until she sat only upon the very edge of the rail. Elizabeth's soft, wet breast brushed his cheek. Unable to resist, Jack inclined his head forward and took it into his mouth. The taste of the rain and her skin combined to send a new shock of lust straight to his groin.
Groaning around a mouthful, he thrust forward and up, burying his cock inside her.
"Oh God, Jack!" She screamed.
He released her breast and rested a moment with his forehead against her shoulder. The sudden envelopment of her heat when all around them was cold stormy wind had nearly been too much. "Jesus, Lizzie," he breathed, harshly. "There's nothing in this world feels as good as being inside you."
Elizabeth kissed his forehead and slid both arms around his shoulders. Ever so slowly, Jack began to move inside her. She brought her knees in, gripping the sides of his hips. His every upward thrust moved her toward falling backward into the stormy sea. But, Elizabeth knew he'd never let her go. Unexpectedly, tears began to fill her eyes. She tried to squeeze them away but they would not be thwarted. They spilled down her cheeks and, not for the first time, she was thankful that it was raining.
Jack kissed along her jaw and soon tasted warm salt. He looked up to find tears trailing from her eyes. "Lizzie, am I hurting you?"
"No," she said, trying desperately to clear the emotion from her voice. "No, it feels good." He thrust again, relieved. She held him tighter. "Feels so good, Jack." She tilted her face down towards his once more and they kissed. The hand not around her waist slipped up her neck and into her hair. Her arms curled under his biceps, pulling him in closer. His hips were moving frantically now. Elizabeth moaned, her breath hot against his ear. She could feel herself approaching that place he'd introduced her to only the night before; that wonderful place where her body was completely heavy, sated, and surrounded by Jack while another part of her seemed to fly away from her body, fast as lightning, to try and touch the sky. "Ah…close. So close," she panted.
Jack smiled against her neck and moved a hand to where their bodies met. The pad of his finger slid quick circles over her clit and she pushed forward from the railing as she came. Jack toppled backwards, landing on his back on the deck, still inside Lizzie as she fell atop him. The movement drove him even further within her and he gasped and arched in his release.
When Elizabeth regained a bit of her senses, her head came up from against his chest. His eyes were closed. Concerned, she moved up towards his face a little, causing him to slip from her body. He pouted slightly. "Jack? Are you alright?"
A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Jack's face. His eyelids blinked open. "Alright, Love?" He gave a little laugh. "No. I'm bloody fantastic." He pulled her down for a kiss. "And so are you, my Liz." Jack leaned up on his elbows. "Now, do you think you could release me?"
At her confused look, Jack nodded his head towards their feet. She followed his direction and noticed that his sash had become wound about his ankles. Elizabeth sat up on her knees, still straddling his thighs and twisted around to work him free. Winding the sash about her arm, she turned back to find him sitting up before her.
"Ta, Love." He took the sash from her and draped it behind her shoulders. Pulling on it gently, he brought her to him and kissed her. When he leaned back, his hand came up and gently stroked her cheek.
Looking into his eyes, if Elizabeth hadn't allowed herself to believe it before, she knew now that she loved Jack Sparrow with all her heart, inescapably. Now, she was really in trouble.
CHAPTER SIX: Dark Horizon
Previously:
CHAPTER ONE: The Proposal
CHAPTER TWO: A Clean Start
CHAPTER THREE: Vows
CHAPTER FOUR: Marr-i-age
Following Chapters:
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
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.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the birthday wishes last chapter. You guys made all the difference in an otherwise highly sucky day!
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CHAPTER FIVE: Honeymoon
Jack stood at the wheel of the Pearl, hands lazily resting on its pegs, staring into the horizon. The sun warmed his skin and the smell of the salt sea spray filled his nostrils. The breeze created by the Pearl clipping along with the wind ruffled through his hair, causing the beads and trinkets there to clink and collide; his own private serenade. A mere day earlier, just this feeling was his favorite in the world. But this day, his first morning as husband, found his thoughts confined to a room and a bed and the warm, beautiful tangle of naked flesh he'd valiantly left behind to man the wheel.
He felt a stirring below at the memory of the sight Elizabeth had made when he opened his eyes this morning, sleeping there like an angel mistakenly dropped into his reach. Jack had longed to taste her lips again. He'd wanted to luxuriate inside her. But, she'd slept deeply; finally able to rest due to the reassurance of his presence. It had seemed almost cruel to disturb her at that point so he'd carefully climbed out of the bed. He'd gone to the washbasin and wiped himself clean of the small amount of blood that had dried on him from deflowering his wife. That thought had caused another stirring and he'd had to will himself to dress and leave for fear that the bed that contained his bare beauty would serve as a siren call.
A flash of movement caught Jack's peripheral vision and he turned in time to see the door to his cabin open and his bride emerge. She was, once again, wearing boy breeches and a shirt with her hair plaited behind her. He smiled, happy that she'd felt comfortable enough in her new home to tear into the parcels he'd had Madame Larrouse obtain for her. Their eyes met and Elizabeth smiled. A wave of relief washed over him. It seemed that his fears had been unfounded. She didn't seem to be regretting anything. He'd been worried she'd awake sore and with her senses intact, begging him to bundle her off to some secret hideaway where she'd be safe from him and Chase both. The next moment, Elizabeth was touching his arm and staring into his eyes.
"Morning, Love," he said.
"Almost noon by the look of the sun. Why on earth did you let me lie in so long?"
He reached out and touched her face. "Lie to me and tell me you've got more'n a couple hours a night ever night since Chase started up on ye." Her face grew serious. Jack smiled. "Not to mention, you seemed fair worn out."
She looked to him. "May I kiss you, Jack?"
He laughed. "I've a scrap of paper back in me cabin that says you're legally obligated to kiss me."
She smiled and moved closer. "I only meant…" She gestured toward the deck. "The crew."
"Ah, now I'd rather ye didn't go around kissing them. Bad for morale. Mine at least."
Elizabeth slapped his arm and rolled her eyes. "Oh, forget it! I don't even want to any more!" She turned to leave and was reeled back to his side by his arm about her waist. Her front collided with his and she found a gold-glinting smile shining down on her.
"Allow me to answer you this way." His lips descended on hers.
She smiled at him. "Mmm, good answer."
Elizabeth moved from his arms, crossed the deck, and began to help the crew with the rigging. Jack grinned as he watched her go. If it were up to him, she could just lay naked in his cabin the rest of her life. She could be the princess that she was born to be, order folk about, and never dirty her clever little hands again. But that wouldn't be his Elizabeth. She refused to be a useless society matron. She saw the world the way it really was. Yes, there was beauty, kindness and love. But there was also pain, cruelty and death. Jobs that needed to be done that didn't get completed by those standing around looking helpless. Dirt could be washed away. Sweat was the proof of a hard days' labor. Scars helped to jog the memory of one's life when the years began to cloud it. There was less to be ashamed of in the life of the lower classes than those that looked down on them from on high would like to believe. And even in her grand house, high on the hill, Elizabeth had always known that much to be true. She was as strong as she was beautiful, even if the recent weeks had caused her to forget she was either. Jack decided he would help her remember. His eyes dropped down and watched her rear end as she walked away. He had been wrong about the boy clothes doing nothing for her. The way they clung to, and accented, the curve of her backside was not only doing things for her, but him as well. Jack gripped the wheel tighter and forced his gaze out to sea.
Gibbs appeared beside him and cleared his throat. "Something on your mind, Mr. Gibbs?"
"Just wondering if ye be ready to let me in on what's going on yet?"
Jack met Gibbs' eyes. "Gabriel Chase," he said simply.
Gibbs spat on the deck. "To the devil with that man."
Jack arched an eyebrow. "Well put, Gibbs."
Gibbs' gaze settled where Jack's eyes led. "After Miss Elizabeth, was he?"
"Was and is."
Gibbs' eyes widened. "That ship. Jack, I think I saw The Talon come to port as we left Tortuga last night."
Jack's eyes flashed back to Elizabeth. She chose that moment to look over her shoulder at him. He quickly hid his concern and smiled sweetly. She returned the smile and went back to work. "How sure are you?"
Gibbs hand rubbed the back of his neck. "It were fair dark and far away, but it did give me an awful shiver."
Jack looked to Gibbs. "I'd take your clattering bones over your eyesight any day, Mate. We'll stay on this heading until dark then maneuver east."
"It might not be a bad time to be heading towards Libertalia."
"That notion had occurred to me as well. I'll keep it under advisement, Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye, Captain." Gibbs returned below deck.
Jack once again found his eyes seeking out Elizabeth amongst the crew. Her shirt sleeves were pushed back as she tied off a rope. Jack smiled. He'd have to make sure she didn't do too much work or get too much sun. Tanned and hard might be a good look for him, but he had to admit that he preferred Elizabeth cream-colored and soft to the touch.
A shadow passed over Elizabeth's face, causing Jack to look up. Gray clouds had begun to form in the sky and were slowly inching towards each other in an attempt to blot out the sun. The wind had begun to pick up both speed and chill. The waters became a little choppier.
"Bugger," Jack said quietly. He didn't like to see the sky look so ominous with the thought of Gabriel Chase having so narrowly missed them.
******
Elizabeth lay in the bed of the darkened cabin with only the moonlight for illumination. She listened to the rain as she waited for her husband. It was his custom, she knew, for him to man the wheel personally when poor weather threatened. But it was a light summer storm that had showered them gently all day and well into the evening. She'd stayed on deck until all but Jack had gone below. Then Elizabeth had come inside to change and await him. Her hair was nearly dry she'd waited on him so long and still no sign of him coming to bed.
Elizabeth sat up as insecurity began to play on her mind. She wondered if perhaps the night before hadn't been for him what it was for her. He'd seemed to have enjoyed himself enough, but it wasn't as though she had experience in this sort of thing. She took a deep breath and released it. Being isolated and alone on Tortuga for two weeks had taught her at least one thing. She could 'what if' herself into an early grave if given the opportunity. Elizabeth pushed herself out of the bed and slipped a dressing gown on over her chemise. She tied it hastily about her and made for the doors.
Elizabeth closed them behind her to keep the rain out and made her way up to the wheel. Jack's hair was dripping wet where his hat did not cover. The rest of him was soaked as well. Still, he wore a smile, adjusting the wheel against the chop of the ocean. She was practically at his side before he acknowledged her.
"You should go back inside, Love. You'll get terribly wet if ye stay out here."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Jack Sparrow, are you coming to bed tonight?"
He grinned. "You seem very eager."
She met his eyes, her expression blank. "Are you avoiding your bed for a purpose? Last night, did I not… I mean to say, was it not…."
Jack took one hand off the wheel and captured her wrist. Using that hold, he tugged her towards him until she was pressed to his front tightly. "Never doubt yourself like that, Lizzie. Storms can turn bad too quickly in the open sea. Only that could keep me from bedding you tonight when it was almost all I could think about the whole day."
Elizabeth smiled and curled her hands around the back of his neck. "Couldn't you come in just for a little while?"
Jack's grin was wicked. He pressed a length of rope into her palm. "Tell you what. Tie off the wheel for me and I'll be back in one minute." He released her and disappeared below deck as she started to loop the rope around the pegs of the wheel.
When Elizabeth had finished, she looked over to find Jack smiling at her. His hands were perched on his hips. The wind fanned his tangle of hair around him. Jack's eyes looked wild when they caught the moonlight. He was every inch the fearsome pirate she had read about as a child and fantasized about as a teenager. And he was hers. A shiver went through her that had nothing to do with the wet or the cold.
Elizabeth walked to him and put her hand on his chest. "Come inside?"
He smirked. "Persuade me."
She grinned and tilted her head up. Elizabeth parted her lips. His parted in anticipation. She brushed her mouth against his then pulled back. The corner of Jack's mouth quirked in amusement. She moved forward as if to kiss him, but veered to his ear at the last moment. "Come inside so we can continue this," she whispered. She slid her hand down into his and walked past him.
He tugged her arm, rather hard, causing her to lose her footing. He caught her at his side as she fell against him. Jack kissed her quickly and then pulled back, smiling. "We needn't go inside to continue, Love." He quickly unfastened the ties of her dressing gown and pulled it off of her. He turned, threaded it through the helm to make sure it didn't float away in the wind and looked back to her.
Elizabeth's eyes were wide. Her lips parted in both excitement and fear. Her rain-drenched hair was dark and wavy, whipping about her in the wind. Elizabeth's chemise was already near soaked through, causing it to transparently cling like a second skin to her every hill and valley.
Jack growled low in his throat at the sight. He gripped at the chemise near her thigh and began to pull it upwards. Her hand on his stayed his movements. He pulled her close and could feel her heart beating frantically. Her eyes kept flashing toward the entrance to the below decks.
"I've told Gibbs to keep everyone below until I tell him otherwise. There's no need to worry. I'm not sharing you with anyone but the moon, the stars, the ocean and the Pearl." Elizabeth shivered and began to cast looks around the perimeter of the ship to once again assure herself that they were truly alone. Jack laughed and quickly lifted her clothing over her head and off. He placed it with the dressing gown and turned his attention back to her.
The moonlight made her skin look luminescent. Jack could feel his erection straining towards the laces of his breeches. He gently touched her face and kissed her. His other hand slipped around her waist and he slowly guided her backwards until she was against the railing. Jack smiled then and broke the kiss.
Elizabeth watched him as his hands went to his waist and began to unwind the sash he wore there. Once it was off, he threaded it behind her, placing it on top of the rail. He curled his other arm about her and lifted. She gasped in surprise as she came to sit atop the sash-covered rail. Her hands went to Jack's shoulders. She held to him tightly, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. He only smiled and moved the hand that wasn't supporting her down to free himself from the confines of his breeches.
Using his hand and his side for leverage, he encouraged her knees farther apart and helped to scoot her forward until she sat only upon the very edge of the rail. Elizabeth's soft, wet breast brushed his cheek. Unable to resist, Jack inclined his head forward and took it into his mouth. The taste of the rain and her skin combined to send a new shock of lust straight to his groin.
Groaning around a mouthful, he thrust forward and up, burying his cock inside her.
"Oh God, Jack!" She screamed.
He released her breast and rested a moment with his forehead against her shoulder. The sudden envelopment of her heat when all around them was cold stormy wind had nearly been too much. "Jesus, Lizzie," he breathed, harshly. "There's nothing in this world feels as good as being inside you."
Elizabeth kissed his forehead and slid both arms around his shoulders. Ever so slowly, Jack began to move inside her. She brought her knees in, gripping the sides of his hips. His every upward thrust moved her toward falling backward into the stormy sea. But, Elizabeth knew he'd never let her go. Unexpectedly, tears began to fill her eyes. She tried to squeeze them away but they would not be thwarted. They spilled down her cheeks and, not for the first time, she was thankful that it was raining.
Jack kissed along her jaw and soon tasted warm salt. He looked up to find tears trailing from her eyes. "Lizzie, am I hurting you?"
"No," she said, trying desperately to clear the emotion from her voice. "No, it feels good." He thrust again, relieved. She held him tighter. "Feels so good, Jack." She tilted her face down towards his once more and they kissed. The hand not around her waist slipped up her neck and into her hair. Her arms curled under his biceps, pulling him in closer. His hips were moving frantically now. Elizabeth moaned, her breath hot against his ear. She could feel herself approaching that place he'd introduced her to only the night before; that wonderful place where her body was completely heavy, sated, and surrounded by Jack while another part of her seemed to fly away from her body, fast as lightning, to try and touch the sky. "Ah…close. So close," she panted.
Jack smiled against her neck and moved a hand to where their bodies met. The pad of his finger slid quick circles over her clit and she pushed forward from the railing as she came. Jack toppled backwards, landing on his back on the deck, still inside Lizzie as she fell atop him. The movement drove him even further within her and he gasped and arched in his release.
When Elizabeth regained a bit of her senses, her head came up from against his chest. His eyes were closed. Concerned, she moved up towards his face a little, causing him to slip from her body. He pouted slightly. "Jack? Are you alright?"
A satisfied smile slowly appeared on Jack's face. His eyelids blinked open. "Alright, Love?" He gave a little laugh. "No. I'm bloody fantastic." He pulled her down for a kiss. "And so are you, my Liz." Jack leaned up on his elbows. "Now, do you think you could release me?"
At her confused look, Jack nodded his head towards their feet. She followed his direction and noticed that his sash had become wound about his ankles. Elizabeth sat up on her knees, still straddling his thighs and twisted around to work him free. Winding the sash about her arm, she turned back to find him sitting up before her.
"Ta, Love." He took the sash from her and draped it behind her shoulders. Pulling on it gently, he brought her to him and kissed her. When he leaned back, his hand came up and gently stroked her cheek.
Looking into his eyes, if Elizabeth hadn't allowed herself to believe it before, she knew now that she loved Jack Sparrow with all her heart, inescapably. Now, she was really in trouble.
CHAPTER SIX: Dark Horizon
Previously:
CHAPTER ONE: The Proposal
CHAPTER TWO: A Clean Start
CHAPTER THREE: Vows
CHAPTER FOUR: Marr-i-age
Following Chapters:
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