Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter Author: Desiring Pirates
Summary: Elizabeth is in trouble...
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. If I did, I'd be too busy doing stuff. Mmmm
stuff…
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Chapter Nine

Elizabeth groaned in her sleep, as she felt that strange, warm sensation
again. She gasped, and woke up, shooting up into a sitting position.
Breathing hard, she placed her hand on her chest and tried to recall her
dream.

It was a pleasant one. Elizabeth remembered when Jack was rubbing the sore
spot out of her shoulders, and when her neck was exposed, he... he bent down
and lightly ran his lips across it. Elizabeth shuddered as she thought she
felt the contact... but that wasn't all that Jack did in her dream. No, her
dream consisted of Jack picking her up and laying her on the bed... kissing
her face... and he would pound into her...

Elizabeth sighed as she remembered that it was just a dream. She shook her
head and laughed- being this close to him was really starting to have an
affect on her. She ignored any more thoughts of the dream, getting up to
pull on her breeches. She then removed her night shirt and was about to put
another shirt on when she thought of something: a bath.

What she needed was a bath. The warm water would calm her nerves, and would
wash away the week's worth of grime off of her. Also, maybe it would erase
the blasted Achille's touch from her. She grimaced at the thought of that
man... not only did he threaten her life, there was something about him that
made Jack uneasy. And when Jack is uneasy, Elizabeth came to learn, about a
person it was a safe bet that the person had something wrong with him.

So, with the thought of a bath in her mind, she went to leave and find the
Captain. As she passed the desk by the door, she looked down... and saw that
the book was missing.

Jack probably has it. She thought, and walked out the door out onto
the lower deck.

The sun hit her, bright and warm, and she sheilded her eyes for a second.
When refocused, she scanned the deck for the Captain, and found him, leaning
against the railing, deep in thought. The way he was standing made Elizabeth
think that something was wrong- he was slumped over, a scowl on his face,
his eyes looking distantly out into the sea. Elizabeth smiled, and walked up
to him, stopping right behind him.

"Are you alright?" she asked, making sure she added just a hint of
flirtiness in her tone. "You seem down."

Jack snapped out of his trance, and his mouth curled into a smile. "Jest
thinking."

Elizabeth stepped closer, so close her front was almost touching his back.
She could feel the instant heat coming off of him, feel the tenseness in his
body, and she smiled. So, she did have an affect on him. That was good.

"Care to tell me?" Elizabeth smiled, daring to place her hand on his upper
back. He relaxed under her touch, and shook his head.

"Nothing ya need ta know 'bout, Peapod." Jack answered, sighing as Elizabeth
began to rub his back. "Captain stuff."

Elizabeth smiled. "Ah. I get it." She stopped her actions, and could have
sworn she heard Jack whimper like a dog would a little bit, and leaned on
the railing next to him. "You know... Jack..." she giggled, placing her
small hand on his large one. "You know what helps me when I'm tense?"

Jack gave her a primal grin and leaned forward. "What?"

Elizabeth leaned forward and teased Jack's lips, lightly brushing them
against her own. She heard him growl, and smiled. "A bath." she breathed
onto his lips and pulled away.

Jack seemed confused. "A bath?"

"Aye, a bath. You do recall what a bath is, right?" Elizabeth grin, seeing
Jack's eyes grow a little dark. "It's when you get naked and step into a tub
of warm water. The water then soothes your body, relaxing your muscles.
Making you feel like nothing else when the water hits against your body."
Jack lowered his eyes, and Elizabeth knew that he was staring at her lips.
"So you have a tub on board, Jack?"

Jack licked his lips and nodded. "Aye, I do."

"Then... you wouldn't mind bringing it up to my room, do you?" Elizabeth
said, and Jack's face fell. "I wish to take a bath. I've been on this filthy
ship for a week without one. And considering the day I had yesterday, I
think I am entitled?"

Jack, again, licked his lips and left to go get Elizabeth's precious tub.
"My ship isn't filthy..." he complained, but Elizabeth wasn't listening. She
was too busy watching Jack's arse walk away from her.

She smiled again, and went to tell the cook to boil some water. Once done,
the cook followed her to the room with a big pot of water, she holding one
too. They walked into her room, where Jack already was, grinning proudly. A
single tub, made of steel, was sitting in the middle of the room. Without
saying anything to Jack, Elizabeth just smiled and poured her water in the
basin, the cook following her actions and collecting the pots and leaving.

Leaving the two of them alone. They had not been alone since Elizabeth
kissed him, and she swears, you could of cut the tension in the room with a
knife. Elizabeth couldn't tell if it was good or bad tension, but it was
comfortable. Personally, Elizabeth greatly enjoyed the looks Jack was giving
her. They were a cross between joking... and hunger. Grinning, she placed a
bar of soap on the floor.

"That didn't take you long to do." she commented, crossing her arms and
going to stand by Jack.

Jack just grinned. "It's not a heavy tub."

"Yes, well, thank you." she smiled, and placed a hand on Jack's arm. "Now
leave."

"After all I did to get you a tub? Luv, I'm a pirate. I need something in
return."

"How about me translating a 450 page book for you?" Elizabeth joked, titling
her head to the side and giving Jack her most innocent look. "Or did you
forget about that?"

Jack grumbled, and Elizabeth felt one of his strong hands grip her waist.
She found that she really didn't mind.

"I was thinking something a little more... pleasurable."

"Ah, your right." Elizabeth turned Jack so his back was towards the door,
and laid her hands on his chest. She could feel the heat he was giving off.
"Pleasure is a good thing." she began walking forward, pushing Jack. "And
you know what is pleasurable?"

"What?" Jack asked, his voice low.

"Some private time so I could take my bath!" Elizabeth pushed Jack out the
door and closed it.

Within five seconds, he knocked on the door. "Peapod!"

Elizabeth groaned and rolled her eyes. Didn't he understand that she had a
bath waiting for her? "What?" She asked, frustrated, and opened the door.

Then Jack did something that took Elizabeth's breath away. He grabbed her
waist and roughly pulled her in, crashing his lips down on hers. Elizabeth
gave a squeak of surprise, and then melted in the feel of his lips on hers.
Just when things were starting to go really well, Jack pulled away from
Elizabeth with a growl. Elizabeth stumbled a bit, and laughed as she reached
out and grabbed Jack's arm before he left.

"Wait! Where are you go-?"

Jack turned his head to face her, and Elizabeth's heart stopped for a
second. It was still Jack, but there was something else there... something
alive... that darkened his handsome features and made him seem much more
feral then he was. His dark eyes scanned her whole body, and with another
growl, he turned away and hurried out of the corridor.

Elizabeth stood there, shocked. What was wrong with him? She rubbed her
forehead and shuddered. There was something about the way he looked at her
when looked her up and down... made her shiver. She felt the heat start up
again between her legs, and groaned. How did he do this to her? Why did he
do this to her?

This time, she couldn't ignore the ache. No matter how much she tried, it
wouldn't go away. Elizabeth shred her clothes and slowly dipped herself in
the tub, feeling her muscles relax as soon as they hit the water. Still, she
felt the ache. In fact, when the water first hit her center, she groaned.
She faced the doorway, but wasn't worried because it was closed and the
curtain was down. And, who would try to look in the keyhole? They wouldn't
be able to see anything.

Elizabeth scrubbed her hair of the dirt and sea salt it had collected, and
started to run the bar of soap across her arms. She scrubbed the back of her
neck, and dropped down to her chest. She gently rubbed the bar of down her
belly, and lifted one of her long legs out of the water to clean them, also.
She took a moment to run her hands up and down her legs, massaging the
soreness out. She dropped one leg, only to repeat the process with the
other.

Sighing, she wrapped her small bit of soap in her washcloth and placed it to
the side. Elizabeth relaxed in her bath, loving how the steam was hitting
her face. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back side of the
tub. She moaned when she cupped little handfuls of water and rubbed them
along her neck.

Baths were wondeful. Yet, she still felt that ache Jack had given her.

Biting her lip, she decided to do what she heard her maids talk about one
time. It sounded simple, really... all they did was touch themselves,
down.... there, and would make small circles with their fingers. One maid
even said that she went in one time.

Plus, she was all alone, far away from people who would care. Elizabeth
couldn't really count herself as a lady, anyway, since she had run off to
become pirate.

So, with a nervous chuckle, Elizabeth slowly dipped her hand underneath the
water and spread her legs a little. She was so sensitive down there, that
before her hand even touched her, the water that she pushed down brushed up
against her and she gasped. Experimenting, she ran one finger up and down
her folds, and found that... that she really liked it. Elizabeth closed her
eyes, and with another groan, began to make little circles with her hand.

Her thoughts immediately went to the dream she had the night before, when
Jack kissed the back of her neck, and brought her over to her bed...

Jack...

She thought of him, the way he kissed her in her dream and now, and
increased the pressure on herself. Elizabeth began panting, and moaned again
- she tried to silence herself, but she couldn't. The noises just kept
coming.

He was not licking down her throat, one of his hands cupping her breasts.
The presure built inside of her, and she began to move her head back and
forth, gasping as she rubbed herself, harder, faster. With a mind of it's
own, her finger slipped inside of her entrance, and she rocked forward and
emitted a soft scream. Her finger slipped easily in and out of her, and she
replaced her one finger with two. Elizabeth whimpered as she felt her
channel stretch to accomodate her fingers, and whether it be from the bath
or her actions, began to sweat. Her movements picked up when she imagined
her fingers to be Jack, moving deliciousy in and out of her.

"Jack..." she moaned, and felt the pressure building in her starting to
leak. "Oh, god... Jack..."

Elizabeth wasn't even realizing that she was saying his name out loud, all
she knew was that the heat was beggining to go away. In one burst, which
racked her body, a flurry of new sensations overcame her and she slowed down
her movements.

"Ahh! JACK!" she screamed softly, and slumped in her bath. The ache was
gone, leaving her body tired and satisfied.

After a few moments of laying back and relaxing, reality came slamming back
at her. I just- did I just- oh god. I just said his name. Elizabeth
suddenly wished that no one came by, ESPECIALLY Jack, and and heard her.
Elizabeth didn't remember hearing anyone, but she was just.... busy... so
she had no idea. She prayed to high heaven that no one did hear her.

Slightly paranoid now, she climbed out of the tub and grabbed an old sheet
she found, which would serve as a towel. She pinned her hair up quickly, and
dried herself off so she could put on her clothes again. It seemed a shame
that she only had two sets of clothes, and they were both dirty. Well, she
did have one more piece of clothing... a dress, a typical light blue dress
in case they went anywhere presentable. Elizabeth laughed at herself- did
she really just think pirates to be presentable?

Sighing with defeat, she reached into her trunk and took out a chemise and
knickers. She had to wear them- her bum was starting to get cold. Elizabeth
pulled the dress up, and realized something- how was she suppose to button
herself up?

Damn!

Elizabeth attempted to do it herself, but it was to no success. Carefully,
making sure her front look presentable at least, she opened the door to her
room and saw Jack walk down the steps, stretching.

"Jack!" She called out, and rolled her eyes when Jack pointed at himself and
raised his eyebrows. "Yes, you! Get over here! I need your help!"