Jack's Cure

((A/N: Well, I regret to inform that this is the last chapter of this smut fest. BUT, I will write more smut-tastic things in the future. I do have a sort of sequel planned for this with a much darker tone. I soooooo much love each and every one of you who reviewed, truly! That means so much to me! MWAH to you all. I’ll pimp my Jack and Will muses (or the ladies, heehee) to any and all of you any time ;-) ))
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The time had come for goodbyes.

Jack had been the first to rise and dress, surprisingly. Or maybe not so surprisingly. He had a funny way of disappearing just after coming down from the blissful heights of orgasm. He was a pirate, after all, why stay around when you’ve taken what you came for?

It was about twenty or so minutes later that Elizabeth found herself slipping her shift down over her head. The two pirates whom had just given she and her husband their unforgettable lesson had slipped away to rejoin their crew on the Pearl. Or so it had *seemed*…

“You know…” came a husky drawl that consumed every one of Elizabeth’s senses at once as the owner of said drawl approached from behind to whisper into her ear.

“…when a pirate claims a pretty thing, it isn’t unheard of for that pirate to keep it about, so’s he can admire it whenever he likes,” he continued, those clever fingers rising to brush a bit of auburn hair from the lovely young woman’s neck, his other arm snaking possessively (yes, *possessively*) around Elizabeth’s slender waist.

Elizabeth found herself shivering ecstatically when Jack leaned in to nuzzle the column of her delicate throat, the heat of his body easily felt against her back through the cotton of her newly donned shift. No reprimands this time. Not even the tiniest hint of distaste at his actions. Jack didn’t know what would have thrilled moremore; if she protested (because he knew she wouldn’t have meant it), or if she had encouraged him.

As it were, she did the latter: “And… have you *claimed* yourself a pretty thing, captain?” she asked in mock innocence as he bit lethargically at the dip of her shoulder.

Lifting his head, Jack couldn’t help the sly open-mouthed smirk that overtook his lips whilst he observed her profile, “Oh, aye,” he assured her in that rumbling growl that made Elizabeth forget their ever were rules, let alone that they applied to she and the pirate captain. “Aye, indeed I have, missy. A very…. pretty…. poppet…” he explained, turning her about in his arms and pulling her close so that she might feel the insistent heat of his newly formed erection.

Already he was backing her toward the rumpled sheets of the bed.

Elizabeth found her heart pounding as she looked into the satin eyes of a true pirate; a man who cared little or nothing about the laws men dictated to him. A man who would *take* what he wanted without regard for what others might have had to say about it. She recognized that he *wanted* her in that moment.

As their eyes locked and Jack continued to mosey on toward the bed, forcing her to move with him, he parted his lips and spoke, focusing quite intently on her mouth a moment before returning to her gaze, “I should think I have at least one more in me… what do you say… Mrs. Turner?”

He proposed, challenging her with every fiber of his being, from the tone of his voice to the steel edged brazenness of his expression. One could almost sense that his verbal sword had been drawn and now he waited patiently for her to accept his terms.

So this was it, Elizabeth-formerly-Swann-Now-Turner. Jack had laid down his offer. Letting the captain tumble you while Will looked on was one thing, letting him tumble you while your husband thought you were washing up and getting dressed was entirely another. It was a fair lot more… duplicitous. And the governor’s daughter sensed that Jack’s offer wasn’t merely all he made it out to be. What was she getting herself into if she accepted?

“It’s Elizabeth, Captain Sparrow,” she replied in a rather dusky voice that had Jack tossing her backwards just a moment after the words were spoken.

Sprawling amongst the soiled sheets of the bed, Elizabeth barely had a moment to recover before weather roughened hands skillfully parted her thighs, spreading them so wide it caused a sharp twinge of pain in her hips. However, the governor’s daughter was beginning to become accustomed to pain. Beginning to realize that perhaps such a thing was really quite pleasurable in small amounts. Particularly when dealt to her by a pirate.

Something quite frightening and dark in nature was consuming Jack, even as he allowed himself the luxury of parting Elizabeth’s thighs. Always he had lived his life by toeing a vague sort of moral line. He would do some things, but others were forbidden. Theft; that was how he made his living and really, he tried not to steal from those who couldn’t afford it. Murder; not unless the victim had earned it. Rape; most certainly not. The thought had crossed his mind, to be sure, but where was the pleasure in taking a weeping maid who would only cry useless prayers as one had his way with her?
Some men said they liked the feeling of power gained from taking a woman by force. Jack could understand that; in fact, loved the feeling as much as the next rogue, but he could obtain that feeling from a willing woman as easily as a nonconsensual one, really. To him it was a fair lot more exciting for the wench to yield and give him power by her own will than to take it forcefully from her.

Elizabeth was a different story, however. She was the wife of his best friend’s son. Half his age, if that (not that it really mattered to Jack). Still, what Jack was feeling he knew to be dangerous because when one begins to feel that he doesn’t want to leave port without the presence of a certain female, it can only lead to trouble. Particularly when the female is spoken for and one’s feelings were as powerful as Jack’s. He made no mistake in thinking it was love. No, he didn’t feel the sweet tenderness, affection, and adoration for young Elizabeth that poor Will did. He *wanted* her, plain and simple. Wanted her as his own because she was bold, fiery, clever and could have his blood rushing southward with little more than a look.

“Captain… *Captain!*” Elizabeth encouraged breathlessly as the pirate sank to his knees between her thighs to work at her hypersensitive body with a cruelly knowledgeable tongue.

He wondered if it was instinctive, that urge she must have had (and obeyed) to bury her slender fingers in the matted locks of dark hair at the back of his skull, pulling him closer, nearly suffocating with that intoxicating female aroma. He added fuel to her fire, prompting her thoroughly by giving her precisely what she wanted. It was no time at all before he had her coming for him, the young woman biting her hand hard so as not to alert her husband to her (now) extra-marital activities. As far as she knew, Will was still downstairs tending to Jack’s female accomplice.

As the young woman’s spine slowly slipped from that beautiful arc Jack so liked to incite, he drew away from her, his tongue running slowly over his lips. Rising, he stood in silence, looking over her lovely body stretched before him.

*This was freedom.*

Taking something that wasn’t his. How he loved it. It thrilled him, even if it belonged to a friend. Maybe it was *more* exciting because Elizabeth belonged to Will. It was times like these that Jack really questioned that moral fiber everyone was always so content to pin him with like an unwanted medal. How good could he be if he got his jollies from fucking his friend’s wife and loving every moment of it? It truly made him wonder. But wondering could be saved for another time. Right now was the time for action.

Elizabeth sat up slowly with a heavily lidded look that made Jack’s blood surge painfully, and he bared his teeth in something of a grimace or perhaps a snarl as he waited. Quick learner that she was, the girl went straight for the ties on his britches, disposing of them eagerly to pull the flaps open and free him. How he had managed to become hard yet *again* was beyond even Jack, who (despite his own arrogance) would have thought it impossible.

Those silky hands shifted and began to move toward his erection, but he wasn’t about to waste time with pleasantries. Placing his calloused hands at her shoulders, he forced her down hard on the mattress with a growl, but then hissed low into her ear: “Turn over on your belly, love.” She had better believe that this was no polite request. She would present her lovely rear to him whether she liked it or not.

Something in Elizabeth (as it was wont to do) rebelled, even though she had every urge to obey Jack’s commands like any of his crew or even one of his whores. But she found herself shaking her head, tousled chestnut hair falling into her eyes. “No,” she replied simply.

For a moment the dear captain was bemused. She had refused him? She *dared* refuse him? God, her gall incited that volatile streak in his lust all the more! He reached down to grip her slender arms and toss her over onto her taut stomach, relishing the short cry of surprise and delight that she muffled before it got far.

Presented with the perfect globes of her backside, Jack took but a moment to give them the proper admiration with a few caresses of his long fingers yanking her legs apart. They were on a tight schedule, after all, Will could come up those stairs at any moment. And that was the missing ingredient. That was what truly made this adultery; the thrill of getting caught.

Elizabeth was driven to near frenzy for the fact that she couldn’t *see* Jack, couldn’t *watch* what he was doing. She struggled for several moments, trying to see over her shoulder, but when he suddenly plunged into her body without so much as word of warning, her head fell back to the mattress and she bit ferociously at the wrinkled sheet to prevent herself from screaming. She couldn’t stop the guttural sort of grunt that rose from her, prompting Jack to try and get another out of her by clutching her hips and pounding against her mercilessly. He succeeded and soon built a rhythm around this devious desire to hear the breathless, primal noises he could bring from the governor’s daughter.

And wouldn’t dear old dad be surprised? Jack almost wished the old sod would walk in on the two of them. That amnesty he had been so fit to grant Jack with would fly right out the window, along with Jack himself, but oh it would be worth seeing the look on the pompous bastard’s face. Or better yet! He *and* Norrington’s faces! Oh, yes, it didn’t get much more delicious than that. She married below her station, true enough, lads, but she fucks pirates on the side. Indeed. How very malicious and self destructive this train of thought had become.

Thrusting wildly into Elizabeth’s body, he found he was liable to smother her if he crushed her into the mattress anymore. Her eyes were shut tightly, but she met his every motion, so Jack continued.

“Think daddy would be proud of you, ‘Lizabeth? To see you bent over the bed for a pirate? Mm?” he ground out lowly, noting that her own motions became more punctuated as he spoke, her grunts transforming into a series of moans that made Jack’s balls tighten.

In a flash, Jack had shifted, lifting her long, supple legs up and over so that he could look into her eyes without ever having the need to extricate himself from her body. That delirious rhythm continued as he peered into her face, reaching down so that he might hold her chin in one hand and gaze directly into her eyes.

He watched as her eyes became wider and wider as the need for release grew more severe. Clutching at the rolling muscles in his shoulders and back, she collided with her orgasm suddenly and unexpectedly, urging him to his own which was blinding. It left Jack wondering if he was going to pass out. For the sake of not being caught, he wouldn’t let himself pass out, though he did allow himself the luxury of resting there, atop the young woman while he regained what consciousness had slipped away.

“Come back with me,” he panted, his breath causing a few strands of her hair to dance wildly.

“What?”

“Come back to the Pearl with me, Elizabeth.”

There was silence for several moments. Curious, Jack opened his eyes to see her expression. Part of him was half pleased to see she looked stunned.

“No,” she replied, regaining her voice.

“Why not?” Jack demanded quietly.

“You know very well why not!” she snapped brusquely in a tone Jack was coming to know as the voice she used when something he said caused her to feel insecure about her own principles.

“I know I want you. S’all that matters, poppet,” he replied, stroking the delicate curve of her jaw as he peered down at her.

“That may be, but Will *loves* me,” she replied lowly with that steel-edged look Jack loved to see.

She was all challenge. He adored it.

“And which of us makes you happier, Elizabeth? I did for you in one afternoon what Will couldn’t do in nearly a month…”

“Sex isn’t everything, Jack,” she interrupted sternly, her hands suddenly planting themselves firmly at his chest.

Another moment of silence passed between them as Jack peered hard at her with his fey eyes. Finally, he shook his head.

“No, s’not, I’ll grant you that. But neither is love,” Jack argued.

“What are you suggesting?” Elizabeth demanded impatiently.

“Well where does freedom enter into it, love? Idn’t that part of the equation?”

“I am free. Love sets me free,” Elizabeth shot back quickly.

Jack’s eyelids lowered a fraction in an expression of exasperation and disbelief, “Ah ha. And that must be why you said ‘Will loves *me*…’ not ‘I love Will.’”

“I can’t, Jack. I *won’t*.”

“Oh come off it, Elizabeth. Do I have to make you come for me again to get you to agree? Is that what it’ll take? Because I can do that for as long as it takes,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear. Definitely a lie on Jack’s part, but he could see her defenses weakening and it spurred him on. “What do I have to say? What do I have to *do,* hm?”

Slowly, Elizabeth’s eyes met his. Her lips parted then, and Jack, without realizing it, awaited her answer with bated breath.

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Wearily, Will climbed the stairs. His mind was still numb with shock at what had happened. So long as Elizabeth was all right with the encounter, however, any concerns he might have had would be put to rest. What he was greeted with when he opened his bedroom door, however, was a sight that he had certainly not been expecting. One that made his blood freeze and his heart stop momentarily.

The room was empty.

Silent and desolate, the faint scent of recent sex still hung on the air like smoke. Elizabeth was no where to be seen. Even so, the young man stepped further inside, peering about slowly. “Elizabeth?” he called softly. No answer. So then louder he called “Elizabeth, where are you?” Still, his concerned vocalizations went unanswered.

It was then that a bit of color dashed across the pillow caught young Turner’s eye. Crimson. Dear god, crimson red, was it blood? Upon closer inspection, it was not. It was… one of the faded pieces of cloth that Jack Sparrow used as a sash. Had he forgotten it in his haste? Idn’tdn’t seem likely that the pirate would leave something of his lying about so carelessly.

Unless….

Unless it was a message. Brow furrowing, Will thought he knew and understood the message just as Jack had intended…

Elizabeth wasn’t going to come back.

She would have to be *brought* back.

Slowly, his fingers curled about the length of cloth, clutching it until his knuckles popped audibly and his hand began to hurt.

“Damn you, Sparrow…” he whispered as his hands shook with rage.

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(Yeeeees, that is where I am ending it, but do not fret because there will be more! I will continue it and probably have some nice smutty little ficlets besides, so don’t all start mutinying at once, eh? -insert Jack~like grin here- I am *SO* glad you all enjoyed this so much, and I’m sorry I didn’t update in hella forever. I’ll try to be better about that. Anyhow, I love you all and be on the look out for more fics coming to a website near you! --AnotherSparrowGroupie a.k.a Lizzie)