Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter Author: Wickedswanz
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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Jack leaned hard against the closed door. His mouth burned from kissing his sweetest Elizabeth and his large manhood pressed painfully against his britches. Part of him wanted to march back in there and jump in that bath with her. He was more then sure that her body would be hotter then that damn water.

With a hard shove he pushed himself away from the door and stomped his way to his quarters. Sure that the crew could handle the pearl for a few minutes at least he lay on his bunk and tried to calm his heartbeat. He took a deep breath and another. His head filled with images of her panting and sighing beneath him as he…

Jack swore and rolled onto his side, “She’s just a wench for Jones’ sake” he swore viciously. “No different from any other.” Yeah Jack no different…well except for the fact that your beast wants to plough this one as well. “Shut up, what the hell do you know.” A lot more then you mate.

Jack rolled the other way and punched his pillow. After a moment he closed his eyes and tried to sleep or at least relax. It was a mistake. The second his eyes closed there she was, beautiful as always, but this time she was straddling his hips and grinning down at him as she slowly lowered her hot little…

He groaned even more loudly as his shaft pressed painfully against his britches. With a sigh of resignation he lay on his back and opened his britches wide and took his shaft in hand. A half sigh of relief left his lips and his hand began to stoke up and down. He let his mind drift.

What would she feel like under his hands? He imagined her all soft and creamy. In his mind he slid his hands over her perfectly rounded hips as she straddled him and rode him high. He imagined sliding his hand up over her waist to her full high breasts and moaned as his mind conjured the feeling of her nipples pressed against his palms.

As he pumped his hand fast on his throbbing shaft he felt his beast rise up as well. But he didn’t feel as though he were changing. In fact he felt as though his beast had just risen high enough to enjoy this as well. Another new experience and his visions changed with it. Suddenly he imagined being in wolf form behind an on-all-fours Lizzie. He thrust inside her hard and fast, growling and snarling as his pleasure grew until he exploded with a howl and a cry of intense joy.

His eyes flicked open, “What the hell is happening to me?” but his mind had no time to answer.

“Jack! Oh Jack!”

That was Elizabeth! Was she screaming for help? Jack quickly jumped to his feet and buttoned his britches as he ran out the door and straight to Elizabeth’s cabin.

“Ooooh ooooh yes Jack…Ahhhhh”

Jack looked at the closed door, confused. She didn’t sound like she was in trouble. She sounded like… Better check, he thought to himself as he gently opened the door. Just a crack. The vision that met his eyes stopped his heart. Elizabeth was laying low in the bath and she was moaning, sighing and crying out. She was…She was…Jack’s breath caught as he heard his own name on his lips and knew exactly what was on her mind.

He had to grip the door to stop himself from running to her side and lending a hand. Silently he closed the door again, the sound of her crying his name one last time torturing his ears. “Blast!” he hissed. His britches felt painfully tight again. He crept quietly away from her door and up the stairs.

“Jack?”

Jack closed his eyes as he heard his name again. He turned because it sounded different this time. She was actually calling him. He swore silently and turned and descended the stairs.

“Jack”

Her head was poking out the door and he responded by pointing to himself, as though not sure if she meant him.

“Yes you!” She said tersely, “Come here I need your help.”

He stepped into her room and ran his hungry eyes over her slight form. She wore a rather pretty dress but it seemed loose some how.

“Like the dress luv but…are you wearing it right?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes again, “The buttons are undone, I need you to help me.” and she turned to show him her bare back.

Jack had to bite his tongue to stop himself swearing out loud, Bloody blast in hell. Please Neptune don’t let this be a dream, he stepped closer and closed the first button. “So it’s Captain Jack to the rescue again is it?” he spoke quietly and closed another button.

“I guess” her voice was strained and he grinned.

“You know Achille asked me why I hadn’t claimed you yet.”

Elizabeth turned her head quickly and almost pulled away, “Jack!”

“Stay still or we’ll be here all day” he chastened and continued to button, his fingertips brushing her soft skin. He could hear her heart beat speeding up and grinned again. “Anyway It struck me that I can’t think of one damn reason why not.”

She pulled again but he held fast to the back of her dress, “This is totally inappropriate and you know it.”

Jack closed another, “Maybe.”

“Well I can think of ten”, she said quickly and held her head slightly higher.

“Lets hear them then.” he said with a smirk and he stopped buttoning.

“What?” she tried to look at him again. “That’s ridiculous.”

Jack started buttoning again, “Not so much. How about this, you give me your ten reasons before I finish buttoning and I’ll leave you to the whelp”

“Don’t call him that.” she said, her voice outraged.

“How’d ya know who I was talking about? Besides your wasting time.” he closed another.

“And what if I don’t make it?” her voice was slightly hoarse now.

“Well,” his hand left her buttons and caressed the long stretch of her back, sliding up her perfect silky skin all the way to her shoulder and over to stroke that little junction between her neck and shoulder. He grinned as her head tipped back and her lips parted ever so slightly. God she was beautiful. Elizabeth was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman and she was right here and partially naked.

“Well?” her voice shook him from his thoughts.

“Well, if you can’t think of ten and I can’t think of ten…” he lowered his mouth and kissed the back of her neck. His tongue flicked out quickly to taste her and found that she tasted even better then she looked. “Then what’s stopping us?” he raised himself and started buttoning again.

“Oh well…I…William!” she almost jumped as she said his name, “There’s William, he wants to marry me you know, dropped on one knee and everything”

“Ahh yes, and what did you say to his very honourable proposal?”

“Well I…” Jack smiled as he heard her swear under her breath.

“Oooh Lizzie, such language. Tick-Tock”

“You’re at least 10 years older then I”

“Hmm not bad, but come now I’ve seen men in their 60’s marrying girls not yet 19. That’s two” and he buttoned on.

“My father will lose his mind, and he’ll have you bloody well hung”, she was getting impatient and obviously running out of ideas.

“I’d say I was…”

“Don’t you dare!”

Jack laughed, “O.K lass well no father has managed to dissuade me yet. That’s three.” he grinned as he buttoned noticing that he was almost halfway done.

“I…I have others..”

With a loud groan her turned her to face him. “You have diddly Miss Swan”

“That’s not fair you haven’t finished buttoning me”

“Luv buttoning that stupid dress is so far from my mind right now…” he felt his beast shift and growl impatiently. “One you and I are peas in a pod luv, we both long for freedom and are willing to do what needs to be done.” he halted her argument with a raised hand and continued, “Two,” he pulled back slightly and bashed his chest, hard and grinned at her widening eyes, “I’m a man a full, hard, red blooded man and I need a real woman, quick of mind and of wit and of passion.” he leaned forward, “That’d be you.”

Elizabeth stepped back shaking her head, her lips trembling, “Jack…Stop this…”

Jack stepped forward, “Three, look at yourself Elizabeth. You’re trembling, your heart is beating so damn hard that it’s deafening me. You want this.” he slid a single finger down her arm and grinned as she gasped and her cheeks pinked more so.

“Jack…”she took a deep breath, “That’s no more then my mine.”

“Ahh” he stepped forward again and reached out to touch her long wet hair. He pushed a stray hair off her face and smiled into her darkening eyes. “Do you know that your eyes flash when you’re angry? Sometimes I say things that I know are going to make you mad just to see it.”

Elizabeth gasped and stepped back again, shaking her head. Her lips opened and closed as though she was going to say something, but no sound came.

“When you smile the space around you brightens making it impossible for me to not smile as well.”

“Jack those aren’t…” but he halted her again.

Jack ran a single finger over her slightly parted lips, “You bark orders to the crew as though you were the captain, and they do what you say with no word from me.” he grinned and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, “Four, I’m in love with you Elizabeth Swan.” and he slanted his lips over hers and groaned deep in his throat as her hands wound around his shoulders and she pulled herself hard against him.

His mouth still exploring hers, he weaved an arm behind her and lifted her into his arms. Her squeal made him laugh and he carried her to the bunk. Gently he lay her down and let his eyes caress her wonderful womanly form. Elizabeth reached up to pull him down with her and he didn’t resist.

He was propped on his elbows with his lower body resting between her open thighs and bent knees. “So Miss Swan, any more arguments?” he kissed her teasingly and gently nipped her bottom lip, “I say you should air them now.” and he kissed her again, but too briefly.

Elizabeth groaned is frustration, “Jack are you going to yammer all night or are you going to claim me already?” her voice was sweet but there was a wicked glint in her eye that made his groin jump.

Jack chuckled, “Good answer.” and he kissed her, deep and demanding the way they both wanted. As his mouth took hers his knee wedged harder against her pulsing hot centre. He gripped her tighter and began to rhythmically rub his thigh against her. Jack revelled in her trembles, shudders, and cries. She was all woman, all passionate, and everything he wanted.

Slowly his hand caressed up her thigh till he reached her knickers and he grinned into her eyes as he pulled them down.

“Jack!! Jack where are ye. JACK!” It was Gibbs

“DAMN AND BLAST what is it man!?”, Jack yelled out.

Gibbs voice came again, from outside the cabin door, “Ahh sorry captain, but you need to come now. You need to see this” his voice was scared and Jack knew it.

“Are you sure it can’t wait lad?’ Jack called back.

“I’m sorry Jack, you know I wouldn’t disturb you while you’re with Miss Swan if it wasn’t important.”

Elizabeth looked shocked at Jack and he looked sheepishly back. “I should see to this…savvy?” and he climbed off and headed for the door.

She nodded and her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes wide. “Will…will you come back?”

Jack turned and gasped at the sight that met his eyes, she was sitting up now but her dress was now of her shoulders, her eyes were dark and she was smiling and breathing hard. In three strides he was at her side, his fingers were entangled in her long hair and his mouth was on hers again. Hot and wet he thrust his tongue deep and groaned loudly as her tongue encircled his and she began to suck.

He pulled back and his breath was harsh. “Peapod, 1000 ships couldn’t keep me from your bunk tonight”

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Outside and the door firmly shut, Jack glared at his first mate, “What the hell is it man!?” he hissed loudly.

Gibbs looked guilty, “I’m sorry captain, come on you need to see this.” and he led the way up the stairs to the deck.

At first Jack couldn’t see a problem and it was the white on brown and black that caught his attention. He turned in a tight circle to see that every mast and wood railing had a 5 inch piece of parchment stuck to it. On closer inspection he found that each one boor the mark of Achille and a message that he couldn’t read.

“French?” Jack asked and tore one off the mast.

“Think so captain”

“Right…right. I get the feeling he’s trying to tell me something.”

“Aye captain” Gibbs agreed.

“Well! Get William, he’s the only one here who can read French isn’t he?”

“Aye aye” Gibbs nodded and ran back down the stairs, only to immerge minutes later with the lad.

“What is it now J…” Williams impatient rant was cut short as he looked around. “What’s all this then? Redecorating?” he smirked at Jack.

“Oh ha ha, just read the damn thing.” and Jack handed him one of the letters.

William looked closely at the paper for a moment before his eyes widened.

“Well, come on lad!” Jack and Gibbs yelled together.

“It..it says: No doubt you and all the crew are up on deck enjoying my decorations. Thank you.” Will looked up. “I don’t understand”

A loud fear filled scream filled the stairway and circled around the three men. As one they turned and ran down to Elizabeth’s cabin. The door was locked.

Jack placed his ear on the door and tried to hear her, any sign that she was alright, “Elizabeth?” he yelled, then “Lizzie!” but there was only silence.

He looked at the other two men and once again words were unnecessary as they each stepped back and rammed the door together. Their joint weight forced the door off it’s hinges and onto the floor.

Jack was the first through the door, calling her name as he searched every inch of her cabin.

“Jack” it was Gibbs but Jack ignored him and kept looking.

“Jack” this time it was Will, but still Jack knelt down and looked under her bunk.

Finally both men grabbed Jack and forced him to look at the large hole in the roof of her cabin and the few shreds of material from the dress she was wearing.

Jack fell to his knees and dropped his head into his hands. After a moment his head fell back but his eyes were no longer his own. A loud wholly animalistic, pain filled howl left his still human lips. Both Gibbs and Will backed away and looked at each other for guidance. Jack was turning and he was angry.

Will looked around quickly then picked up a large pot. He watched for a moment as Jack’s arms started to grow and the seems on his coat broke. Hair was sprouting all over his face and his teeth seemed to be getting longer. “Sorry Jack” William said and slammed the pirate over the head with the pot. It broke and fell in pieces around Jack’s now unconscious body. Slowly Jack regained his own features and snored loudly.

Will and Gibbs stood in silent thought for a time then moved to pick up the captain and carry him to his quarters.