Fic: Frustration
Title: Frustration
Author: kayljay
Pairing: Elizabeth/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers: DMC and AWE
Disclaimers: Not mine.
Summary: Elizabeth is getting drunk and Jack wants to know why.
A/N: A *little* relief this time around. :Tease Tease:
Follows:
Ache: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/266767.html
Torment: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/268551.html
Hurt Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/270374.html
Hurt Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/272063.html
I shouldn't be drinking so much, I thought, but took another swig of rum anyway. I was in a foul state of mind. Will was still being his gentlemanly self and Jack- In the week that he had allowed himself to be confined to bed had insisted that I join him every night in his bed. It had been no easier than it had been the first night. He seemed content with the comfort of holding me in his arms. To me it was more than frustrating.
After that first night, he went back to wearing clothes to bed. He turned us both on our sides and he curled himself around my back, wrapping his arms around my waist, Sometimes we would talk, sometimes there was just silence between us. By the time I left his cabin, my muscles were tense from holding back shivers of desire. It would take hours for the fire in my belly to recede to a tolerable level which meant I could think from one moment to the next.
"Thought I might find you here."
I looked up. Not that I could mistake that voice. A rum bottle swung on one finger, swaying a little. Or maybe it was just Jack.
"Was going to ask you if you wanted to share my bottle, but it seems you're doing quiet well on your own." He plopped down beside me and slid over until our shoulders touched.
"Want to talk, Elizabeth?"
I tilted my head back and stared up at the stars. "Not particularly. I'm not in the mood to have my personal life used for your amusement."
"Thought it might have been something I had done."
Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I had given him some little scrap of information. He didn't need to know about how our nights in his bed had affected me.
"It's Will. He insists on putting me on this pedestal and I just don't want to be there. No matter what I say or do he continues to treat me like a lady."
"Ah. A eunuch, just as I thought."
I smacked his arm and almost missed.
"Ow! You need to turn your abundant charms on the lad.."
"I have-several times. It was a long trip to Singapore."
I saw the gold flash in his smile.
"So you're still shackled to your virginity, I take it."
I said nothing.
"Do I hear a bit of frustration in your voice?"
"More than a bit." I took another long swig of rum.
"And taking care of it yourself isn't helping?"
I stared at him, completely at a loss.
He rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't catch. Then he took my wrist and dragged me to my feet.
"Where are we going?"
"To my cabin. I think you need a lesson."
He closed and locked the door behind us. He strolled over to the bed and laid down on top of the sheet, closed his eyes and put his hands over them.
"What are you doing?" I asked in bemusement.
"Not peeking. Now get undressed."
My mouth hug open for a long moment. "I beg your pardon?"
"Do you want help or not? Don't worry, luv, I'm not out to ravish you."
"What exactly are you going to do to me?" I dropped my vest on the floor.
"Something that no respectable lady would be caught doing, I'm sure. And you did say that you didn't want to be treated like a lady. Did I hear that correctly?"
I pulled off the rest of my clothes and stood in the middle of the room. "Now what?" I was shaking.
"Come climb into bed, under the covers."
I was drunk enough to be curious and had more than my share of Will's reluctance. I pulled the sheet up over my breasts
He pulled his hands away from his eyes and opened them "Give me your hand." He wound my fingers between his and slipped them under the cover.
"Jack-" I protested.
"Hush. I'm going to teach you how to relieve all that frustration William is causing you. You'll have to find the pressure you like, so this time I'm going to guide you. Just relax and let your hand move with mine."
He moved his hand around one breast, making smaller and smaller circles until he flicked my nipple with his thumb. A surge of heart went straight from the nipple and down between my legs. I arched my back and moaned.
He pulled his hand away "Now you do it. Go back and forth between your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers, don't be afraid to squeeze hard to see it you like it."
I did like it hard. The pain was an impetus for more pleasure.
Jack's hand snaked back under the cover, pressing his hand over mine. Slow he worked my hand down my abdomen, making little circles as he went, giving me time to feel the sensations that skittered across my skin.
Down and over my hip we went, bypassing the place where it ached the most.
"Jack," I whispered, "I need-"
"I know, Lizzie. I'm going to give it to you. It will feel so much better if you take your time.
I wasn't sure if I could stand any more then he moved our hands over the inside of my thighs, making the barest of touches on the hair between my legs. Oh this was so much better than being drunk. I didn't know the body could feel such pleasure.
"Now you're ready, luv. Let me do it first, so you know exactly where you're going."
His fingers spread my folds and his fingers slid down, trapping a nub of tissue between his fingers. I felt the throb between my legs become more insistent for that wonderful touch.
"Jack-please-I need more."
He circled his fingers on either side and I gasped. The rest of the world was shut out, there was only his fingers on my skin.
Slowly he pulled away and I whimpered.
Now do it to yourself, luv. I want to watch your face."
I probed and found the spot easily and tried to duplicate his movements, trying to find the pressure, the speed he had used on me.
"Don't be afraid of it, Lizzie. Let it wash over you just like a wave."
I could feel my muscles tensing and coiling tighter and tighter and then I was shattering, right there in Jack's bed, arching my back.
"Don't stop," he whispered right against my ear, "let the next wave come."
There was a slight dip in the pleasure, then the wave picked me up again and crashed over me.
I slumped, drained as my muscles felt like they were melting into the mattress.
I barely felt Jack draw my hand away. He lifted it to his mouth and licked my moisture from my fingers.
I dragged my eyes open and watched him. His eyes were dark and hungry and I felt a little jolt at the way they burned into me. He brushed my tangled hair from my face.
When he let them go, I let them glide up his jawline, down his neck and rest my hand over his heart.
"Thank you, Jack."
He leaned over and pressed a gentle chaste kiss on my lips.
"Try and sleep," he whispered against them.
I closed my eyes. Darkness took me easily.
Author: kayljay
Pairing: Elizabeth/Jack
Rating: R
Spoilers: DMC and AWE
Disclaimers: Not mine.
Summary: Elizabeth is getting drunk and Jack wants to know why.
A/N: A *little* relief this time around. :Tease Tease:
Follows:
Ache: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/266767.html
Torment: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/268551.html
Hurt Part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/270374.html
Hurt Part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/sparrabeth/272063.html
I shouldn't be drinking so much, I thought, but took another swig of rum anyway. I was in a foul state of mind. Will was still being his gentlemanly self and Jack- In the week that he had allowed himself to be confined to bed had insisted that I join him every night in his bed. It had been no easier than it had been the first night. He seemed content with the comfort of holding me in his arms. To me it was more than frustrating.
After that first night, he went back to wearing clothes to bed. He turned us both on our sides and he curled himself around my back, wrapping his arms around my waist, Sometimes we would talk, sometimes there was just silence between us. By the time I left his cabin, my muscles were tense from holding back shivers of desire. It would take hours for the fire in my belly to recede to a tolerable level which meant I could think from one moment to the next.
"Thought I might find you here."
I looked up. Not that I could mistake that voice. A rum bottle swung on one finger, swaying a little. Or maybe it was just Jack.
"Was going to ask you if you wanted to share my bottle, but it seems you're doing quiet well on your own." He plopped down beside me and slid over until our shoulders touched.
"Want to talk, Elizabeth?"
I tilted my head back and stared up at the stars. "Not particularly. I'm not in the mood to have my personal life used for your amusement."
"Thought it might have been something I had done."
Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I had given him some little scrap of information. He didn't need to know about how our nights in his bed had affected me.
"It's Will. He insists on putting me on this pedestal and I just don't want to be there. No matter what I say or do he continues to treat me like a lady."
"Ah. A eunuch, just as I thought."
I smacked his arm and almost missed.
"Ow! You need to turn your abundant charms on the lad.."
"I have-several times. It was a long trip to Singapore."
I saw the gold flash in his smile.
"So you're still shackled to your virginity, I take it."
I said nothing.
"Do I hear a bit of frustration in your voice?"
"More than a bit." I took another long swig of rum.
"And taking care of it yourself isn't helping?"
I stared at him, completely at a loss.
He rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't catch. Then he took my wrist and dragged me to my feet.
"Where are we going?"
"To my cabin. I think you need a lesson."
He closed and locked the door behind us. He strolled over to the bed and laid down on top of the sheet, closed his eyes and put his hands over them.
"What are you doing?" I asked in bemusement.
"Not peeking. Now get undressed."
My mouth hug open for a long moment. "I beg your pardon?"
"Do you want help or not? Don't worry, luv, I'm not out to ravish you."
"What exactly are you going to do to me?" I dropped my vest on the floor.
"Something that no respectable lady would be caught doing, I'm sure. And you did say that you didn't want to be treated like a lady. Did I hear that correctly?"
I pulled off the rest of my clothes and stood in the middle of the room. "Now what?" I was shaking.
"Come climb into bed, under the covers."
I was drunk enough to be curious and had more than my share of Will's reluctance. I pulled the sheet up over my breasts
He pulled his hands away from his eyes and opened them "Give me your hand." He wound my fingers between his and slipped them under the cover.
"Jack-" I protested.
"Hush. I'm going to teach you how to relieve all that frustration William is causing you. You'll have to find the pressure you like, so this time I'm going to guide you. Just relax and let your hand move with mine."
He moved his hand around one breast, making smaller and smaller circles until he flicked my nipple with his thumb. A surge of heart went straight from the nipple and down between my legs. I arched my back and moaned.
He pulled his hand away "Now you do it. Go back and forth between your breasts. Roll your nipples between your fingers, don't be afraid to squeeze hard to see it you like it."
I did like it hard. The pain was an impetus for more pleasure.
Jack's hand snaked back under the cover, pressing his hand over mine. Slow he worked my hand down my abdomen, making little circles as he went, giving me time to feel the sensations that skittered across my skin.
Down and over my hip we went, bypassing the place where it ached the most.
"Jack," I whispered, "I need-"
"I know, Lizzie. I'm going to give it to you. It will feel so much better if you take your time.
I wasn't sure if I could stand any more then he moved our hands over the inside of my thighs, making the barest of touches on the hair between my legs. Oh this was so much better than being drunk. I didn't know the body could feel such pleasure.
"Now you're ready, luv. Let me do it first, so you know exactly where you're going."
His fingers spread my folds and his fingers slid down, trapping a nub of tissue between his fingers. I felt the throb between my legs become more insistent for that wonderful touch.
"Jack-please-I need more."
He circled his fingers on either side and I gasped. The rest of the world was shut out, there was only his fingers on my skin.
Slowly he pulled away and I whimpered.
Now do it to yourself, luv. I want to watch your face."
I probed and found the spot easily and tried to duplicate his movements, trying to find the pressure, the speed he had used on me.
"Don't be afraid of it, Lizzie. Let it wash over you just like a wave."
I could feel my muscles tensing and coiling tighter and tighter and then I was shattering, right there in Jack's bed, arching my back.
"Don't stop," he whispered right against my ear, "let the next wave come."
There was a slight dip in the pleasure, then the wave picked me up again and crashed over me.
I slumped, drained as my muscles felt like they were melting into the mattress.
I barely felt Jack draw my hand away. He lifted it to his mouth and licked my moisture from my fingers.
I dragged my eyes open and watched him. His eyes were dark and hungry and I felt a little jolt at the way they burned into me. He brushed my tangled hair from my face.
When he let them go, I let them glide up his jawline, down his neck and rest my hand over his heart.
"Thank you, Jack."
He leaned over and pressed a gentle chaste kiss on my lips.
"Try and sleep," he whispered against them.
I closed my eyes. Darkness took me easily.