Unforgivable

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Elizabeth closed her eyes and took two careful steps, holding her arms out for balance. The world beneath her feet had temporarily stopped its rhythmic swaying. Her brain, however, was having great difficulty assimilating that fact and she reeled and stumbled in an effort to compensate for movement that was no longer there.

Jack gave a snort of amusement.

“Y’want to lay off the rum, luv!” he smirked, when she opened her eyes to glare at him.

“That’s your addiction, not mine!” she retorted. “I was just trying to see...trying to feel what it must be like to be you!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Y’mean…all Captainy and noble-like?”

“I mean,” she grinned, “All wobbly and drunken-like!”

He sniffed, looking affronted.

“S’not me that wobbles! Tis the land that….well – doesn’t!”

She shook her head, laughing, and stepped closer to wrap her arms around his waist.

“I love it here, Jack! It’s beautiful. I love the sand between my toes and the fact that the earth doesn’t sway!”

“Aye. ‘Tis a nice place. Safe. Peaceful.”

Right on cue a burst of raucous laughter shattered the silence as several of the crew emerged from the trees behind them, their arms laden with wood.

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Sorry Captain! Didn’t mean ta disturb yer like!”

“Yer didn’t!” he called back, his hands sliding down to Elizabeth’s rear and pressing her hard against him.

When she tried to pull away he bent his head and caught her earlobe gently between his teeth.

“Jack, stop showing off!”

One gentle thrust of his hips against hers, to ensure that she was fully aware of the effect her proximity was having on his body, then he pushed her away.

“Shouldn’t go teasing the Captain, Miss Swann!” he admonished, his tone grave and his eyes gleaming. “Don’t want ye ravishing me in front of me crew….corruptin’ their innocence!”

Elizabeth watched him swagger away, clenching her fists and taking slow measured breaths until the urge to slap him had safely subsided.

He glanced back to leer at her from a safe distance, then motioned to Gibbs.

“Take Miss Swann inland,” he ordered. “Find us fresh water. Then send a couple of lads with buckets to fill.”

“Aye, Captain!”

Elizabeth followed Jack’s first mate across the sand and into the relative gloom of the trees, wishing he’d chosen someone else to accompany her. She’d not been made privy to the long conversation between Jack and Mr Gibbs that had taken place a day after the issue of her pregnancy – or rather, lack of it – had been resolved. But in the intervening days the older man seemed to find he had urgent business on the opposite end of the ship whenever she approached, scurrying away as though he feared she would attack him.

His behaviour saddened her. She had, after all, known the man since childhood and was drawn to his obvious affection for Jack. Perhaps on reflection, she pondered, eyeing his retreating back, this was a good opportunity to clear the air…

“Mr Gibbs!”

He paused, but did not turn round.

“Aye Miss Swann?”

“Please….wait for me! You are going too fast!”

“Sorry Miss!” he mumbled, still refusing to look at her. He waited until she drew level with him then continued walking, his eyes everywhere but on her.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and plunged in.

“It was a genuine mistake. I will gladly accept your apology...if it is offered.”

He stopped and frowned at her.

“Not that your apology is required!” she amended hastily. “Jack should have asked me about – well, my state of health – himself, instead of making assumptions. It’s his own fault, really. You were just…trying to help. I’m sure.”

Gibbs looked at the ground. “I shouldn’t have interfered, Miss,” he sighed at last. “I just thought – I believed – “

He raised his eyes to hers and shrugged.

“Twas between the two of you. I’m sorry for causin’ ye grief. Me ‘n Jack…we’ve been through a lot together.”

She nodded, smiling, grateful that the matter was settled.

But Gibbs had more to say.

“Jack is a good man, Miss Elizabeth, for all he’s a pirate! I’ve known him many a year, followed him ta hell and back again…and there’s no other Captain I’d give me loyalty to, or me life….not like I would for Jack Sparrow!” he glared at her fiercely, as though expecting her to challenge his words.

Then his voice softened. “Never seen a man so vexed as ‘e was over you, lass...and ‘e still is. Do anything for you, he would...gave up his life and his ship for you. Would again, if’n ye asked him to.”

Elizabeth grinned, her eyes dancing. “He loves me?”

“’E adores ye Elizabeth! Would never tell ye, mind...not in so many words. Not ‘is way. But he feels it all the same. Don’t hurt him lass...ye’ll break him.”

Impulsively she reached for Gibbs and hugged him. “I love him too!” she whispered. “and I plan on staying at his side...for as long as he wants me!”

Mr Gibbs pushed her away, looking pleased and embarrassed and rather discomfited.

Taking pity on him she turned away and gestured ahead.

“Should we try this way?”

“Aye, Miss!” he grinned gratefully, and they continued their search for fresh water in companionable silence

Jack surveyed the scene around him with a satisfied grin. His men were rested and content. They’d filled their bellies with good fresh meat and the rum had been flowing freely. His beloved Pearl was anchored in the shallows, out of sight of prying eyes, her dark bulk a comforting, watchful presence.

And as for his other love….His eyes darted to the place where she’d been sitting the last time he’d thought to check. It was empty.

He frowned. How long was it since he’d looked for her? He remembered she’d been close by when they ate, his hand resting casually on her thigh between sips of rum. But then the stories and the singing had begun and at some point she’d moved away, leaving him to his adoring audience. The last time he’d waved the bottle at her in a friendly salute, he recalled now, she’d sent him back a rather unfriendly glare.

Scowling, he pushed himself up from the sand and searched for her among the huddled shapes surrounding the dying fire.

Ah. There. He paused to take another swig from the bottle in his hand then wove his way between the dozing sailors to where she lay, curled on the sand. For a few moments he watched her, his eyes running slowly over her curves, drinking her in. He felt the inevitable stirrings in his groin and reached down to cup himself, smirking. Then his gaze shifted to the figures lying just a few feet either side of her. Not good. His Lizzie would be making a great deal of noise before he was done with her – and she’d not appreciate an audience...

Elizabeth was happily drifting towards sleep when an annoyingly persistent tugging on her hand jerked her reluctantly back.

“G’way Jack!”

“C’mon luv. Up!”

“No… fine here…comfortable….” she mumbled.

“No yer not. Too crowded. Want – need to take ye somewhere more….. private. Need to take ye, anyway.”

He crouched down and pressed her fingers against the growing bulge in his breeches to further demonstrate his point.

But she pouted sleepily and pulled her hand away.

“Too tired, Jack!” she groaned. “Let me sleep!”

He offered his sweetest, most appealing smile, his eyes gleaming softly in the moonlight.

“I’m not moving!” she insisted, then turned her back, not trusting herself to resist him when he looked at her like that. He sighed heavily, and she waited for the next entreaty.
To her surprise it didn’t come. When she glanced round he’d gone.

“Didn’t have to leave, Jack!” she mumbled, closing her eyes again. “Could’ve slept beside me!”

“Didn’t go far, luv!”

“Oh!”

“Sorry!” he whispered cheerfully, sounding anything but.

“Shouldn’t sneak up on people” she muttered, then nodded at the blanket swinging from his hand. “And what’s that for?”

“Thought yer might be cold, luv!”

“Cold? It’s baking!”

“Well….M’cold!” he shrugged and flopped gracefully down beside her, pulling the blanket over them both.

“Oh really? That’s why you’ve stripped down to your shirt and breeches, I suppose?”

He muttered under his breath and pulled her against him, one arm draped possessively over her hips.

“Shhhhh! Go t’sleep, Elizabeth!”

A few moments silence, then,

“Stop it Jack!”

“Stop what?”

“Stop….wriggling!”

“M’not. M’ just getting comfy!”

He shifted his hips again, his hardness pressing insistently against her bottom. She moved away slightly, then reached round to stroke him firmly through his breeches, electing a grateful moan.

But the pleasure had barely begun when her hand was withdrawn.

“We can’t, Jack!” she whispered, nodding towards the huddled shapes of the sleeping crew. The nearest of them was almost close enough to touch. Well - too close for her liking, anyway.

“Why not? Won’t see under the blanket…Savvy?”

“Jack! If anyone wakes they’ll know exactly what we’re doing!”

“ Fine!” he huffed. “Told ye to bloody move!”

He pulled her close again, burying his face in her shoulder. After a few minutes the hand resting on her hip began to creep further up her body until it reached her waist. When she didn’t object he casually slid it under the hem of her shirt, continuing upwards until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast.

Elizabeth held herself very still, her mind yelling warnings that her body did not want to heed.

He began to trace delicate circles over her skin and she shivered, pressing her thighs together hard, the knowledge that there were others close by both unnerving and thrilling.

“Damn you Jack!” she moaned. He grinned and rocked his hips against her as his fingers circled her nipple.

She sighed and shuddered, trying in vain to suppress the heat surging through her body.

“I thought...I said...no...”

Her protest did not sound very convincing.

“Aye...ye did!” he chucked, pulling her round to face him, “But I’m a pirate...”

Then his thigh was pushed between her legs and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding against him as his fingers worked inside her shirt.

“Wicked...bad...evil pirate!” she croaked, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull him closer.

Jack took up the invitation of her parted lips and lowered his mouth over hers, his kiss slow, deep and languorous.

Elizabeth quickly discovered that the combined sensations of his hard thigh rubbing against her sex, his warm fingers fondling her breasts and his tongue leisurely exploring her mouth were breathtakingly wonderful. And when his hand stroked down her belly and came to rest between her legs the fact that they were not exactly alone could not have been further from her thoughts.

She pushed him away just long enough to fumble her breeches loose, whimpering in pleasure as his fingers slid across her folds.

“’Lizbeth!” he grunted, and she reached for him, stroking him firmly through his breeches in time to her own bucking pelvis.

He broke the kiss and stared at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief and lust.

“Still want me to stop?”

She squeezed him harder and felt him jerk against her hand.

“Don’t you dare...” she panted, and he pulled her on top of him, aligning their bodies so that her groin pressed on his aching erection.

With a satisfied moan he ground himself against her and Elizabeth’s body took up the rhythm, the rough material of his breeches creating a different but entirely delightful friction.

As they rocked against each other Jack wondered absentmindedly how many years it had been since he had indulged in this kind of sensual play. Not since he was a young lad, he mused, biting back a moan as her movements sent another surge of pleasure to his groin.

Hurried, furtive gropes in the dark with a willing lass, ending in a damp crotch for him and the lass’s virtue more or less intact...

He felt himself throb and knew it was time to stop this, to get rid of these damn breeches and bury himself inside her. Just a few more minutes, his body begged, this felt too good, he wouldn’t push her off him for just a few more minutes...

Suddenly he froze, his eyes widening with shock.

“No!” he squeaked in horror, muscles quivering with effort. But Elizabeth’s movements were relentless.


Jack clenched his teeth and felt himself pulse as the first streak of heat shot into his breeches, his face contorting with frustrated pleasure. Helplessly he surrendered to his orgasm, groaning his denial as hot semen spurted inside the straining material, bathing him in his own release.


Elizabeth was too lost in her own sensations to register what had happened at first. Then she felt him throbbing beneath her and quick surges of damp heat soaked through his breeches, wet and warm against her folds.

She looked up, confused, biting her lip in frustration.

“Jack….?” she whispered, but he shook his head, eyes tightly closed.

Her body ached and throbbed with desire but she forced herself to be still, afraid of hurting him now he’d spent himself.

Her hand came up to stroke his face and she dropped a gentle kiss on his parted lips.

“It’s alright!” she soothed, although her body was screaming otherwise. “It doesn’t matter!”

He did not reply, and she noticed suddenly that his cheeks were flushed with colour beneath his tan.

“Jack Sparrow!” she gasped, amazed and delighted by this unexpected sight. “Are you blushing?”

With a scowl he seized a handful of his own thick locks and draped them over his face, hiding it from her view.

“Course m’bloody not!” he muttered, voice muffled by his dreads. “M’a bloody pirate!”

Elizabeth smiled and shook her head. “Poor pirate!” she crooned, then shifted sideways so that she could reach down to gently cradle him. “You’re all wet and sticky!”

“Mmmph. S’disgusting.” His hand came down to cover hers. “S’ running down me arse!”

“Take them off.”

“Can’t.”

“Of course you can! Here –“

As she spoke her fingers were busy loosening ties and unfastening buttons.

“Lift up!”

Jack grumbled beneath his hair but lifted his hips obediently and she pulled the breeches down and off. She spread them out on the sand and turned back to him, pushing aside dreads and hair until she could see his face.

“There. They’ll be fine by morning.”

“Humph.” He raised his head to look down at himself and gave a sad sigh. “Bloody useless!”

“Not useless at all!” Elizabeth retorted, and leaned over to kiss him there, his skin soft, sticky and salty sweet against her tongue.

“No bloody chance, luv!” he moaned, “Not for a while.”

Then he brightened. “No harm in tryin’ though!”

“No harm at all, Captain! Especially since one of us has already experienced more pleasure from this encounter than the other...”

Jack shot her a guilty look.

‘Lizbeth don’t! Stop makin me feel worse! Feel bad enough as it is. Hasn’t happened like that since I were a lad!”

“I’m sorry!” she began, instantly regretting her teasing. He looked so mortified. “I didn’t mean to...”

Her words ended with a gasp as he reached for her. He held her gaze, the expression in his dark eyes melting her just as surely as his probing fingers. The still smouldering embers of desire quickly flared high again and her hips bucked against his hand, soft moans escaping her lips.

Jack covered her lips with his own, cutting off her cries,his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his fingers thrust into her body. He opened his eyes to watch her – and his gaze darted suddenly to the shadows. Another slight shift in the darkness confirmed his suspicions and a shiver of lust ran through him.

He renewed his attentions, employing his considerable skills with added enthusiasm until she could take no more.

Her low keening cry was swallowed by his mouth as she shook in his arms, her muscles convulsing and wetness flooding against his fingers. He cradled her until the tension drained from her body then lay her gently back on the sand, murmuring endearments as he stroked her face.

“Better?”

Elizabeth nodded, too breathless still to speak. She felt sleepy and drained, her body too heavy and sated to move.

Jack stared into the shadows and gave a satisfied smirk as the figure who’d observed them shifted and turned away.

“Show’s over, mate!” he mouthed, then jumped guiltily when he realised Elizabeth was watching him.

“Oh no...oh please...please tell me no one was watching us!”

“Course not luv!” he lied, hurriedly rescuing the abandoned blanket and draping it over their nakedness.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Sure, darlin’! But if in fact it were the case that someone were to have born witness to our enjoyment, you have to agree that said enjoyment was in fact, well worth it. Savvy?”

A sharp yank on his beard braids told him painfully that she thought otherwise.

“Ouch!”

“You deserved it! This is all your fault. How will I face him?”

“Who?”

“Him! Whichever him it was that just saw me...just watched you doing – that, to me...”

Jack held up a finger. “Ah. See there’s the thing, luv. There’s no way of knowing which ‘him’ it was. Too dark to see. If, indeed, there was a ‘him’ in the first place...”

“That’s even worse! I won’t be able to look any of them in the eye!”

Sensing a change of subject was in order Jack bent his head and began laying soft kisses along her throat.

It didn’t work.

“Damn you Jack! Why do you have to be so persuasive?”

He beamed at her proudly.

“Because,” he drawled, “I am Captain Ja...”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare say it!”

“Cap’njacksparrow!” he finished quickly, giving her a reproachful look.

“Captain Jack Sparrow had better shut up and behave himself or he’ll be sleeping alone for the rest of the night!”

He grunted and pulled her close, cradling her head on his chest.

Elizabeth closed her eyes. Then opened them again as he fidgeted beside her.

“What are you doin...Oh.”

She looked at his arm moving rhythmically beneath the blankets, and sighed.

“Just makin’ sure it still works!” he leered.

“I’m sure it does! We can investigate further tomorrow. In private!”

“Promise?”

“You are insatiable Captain Sparrow!”

“Complaining, Miss Swann?”

“Jack. Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Not tired yet!” he yawned.

“Then stay awake and amuse yourself. I AM tired and I intend to go to sleep.”

She waited for his retort but it didn’t come.

The insatiable, persuasive Captain Sparrow was fast asleep