An Eye for an Eye, A Kiss for a Kiss

Yay, I'm finally back after the long, veeery long break! It feels so good to publish again, and I hope that all of my readers leave a comment to let me know whether they enjoyed this update or not. I'm sorry for not updating for months, but I simply had no inspiration for a long time... But now that it's back, I'll be grateful for feedback from you all :)

Now, about this chapter : it is definitely an "M" rated one^^ Enjoy!

Chapter no. 15 is already written and ready for publication, as well. It will appear here as soon as I get your much appreciated review :)

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CHAPTER 14 "Dream On "

"Well, cold is not the reason why I put my coat over you, dearie... We do not want your pretty back all scratched and torn by the bark, do we now?" Jack's words lingered in her mind. Although his deep voice ignited all-consuming fire inside her , Lizzie trembled under his intense gaze as if touched by a cold breeze. Taken a bit aback by his intentions, she recalled how cheekily Jack played her that morning. How he had aroused her, left her alone on the beach, and went to have a swim. Despite how much she craved him at the moment, Lizzie decided that he would not have his way with her. He was going to pay for toying with her in such a wicked way.

"I don't understand what you mean, Jack? " she lied, keeping a straight face.

"You do, luv, and you know it. Or have you forgotten how you begged to be punished against the palm tree?" he asked huskily, and the distance between them continued to shrink. Another wave of shivers washed over her and for a moment she was tempted to shut his insolent mouth with a fiery kiss. To her surprise though, she found enough strength to resist him and go on with her plan. Oh yes, he would see what it tasted like. He would stand like a fool by that giant palm tree while she would go to bath in the sea.

"Just what are you implying? That I wanted you to take me against a palm tree?"

"If you wish to play a game, I'm good with it, lass. It makes it all the sweeter," he smirked, still holding her glassy gaze. "I like it kinky..."

"Are you suggesting that someone of my standing, a governor's daughter, would wish to be crudely shagged against a tree like some-"

"Wasn't she pleading earlier today to be shagged in that particular way, 'Lizbeth?"

"I thought you were intelligent enough to tell that I was joking? " she smiled truculently.

"Joking, you say?" Jack squinted his mesmerizing kohl lined eyes.

"Yes, I was indeed joking," she answered nervously. "Pretending to mean that absolute nonsense that you thought I meant."

"Since when are you a fragile princess that wants it gentle, my lady? You are not one of those innocent lasses who prefer hours of cuddling to some steamy love making. Vanilla sex in a bed full of rose petals just doesn't sound like you, Lizzie."

"W-what?" she asked as her eyes widened. "I'm a romantic!"

"A naughty romantic who likes it wild and rough. And this pirate is going to give it to you..."

"Jack, I said that I don't..."

"What?" he asked in a calm, low voice. Trembling like a leaf, Lizzie let her eyes shut when their forheads met. "That you don't want...this?" Elizabeth exhaled sharply as Jack's hands found their way under her shirt, but was unable to stop him. She wished to come up with something as close to a protest or even better an insult as possible, but gave in to his hungry lips instead and was kissing him back with abandon. Her plan was officially ruined. Meanwhile, Jack didn't waste time and unbuttoned her breeches without neglecting her addicting mouth. She broke the kiss, gasping when his skilled fingers found her centre. Not only she was ready for him, her breeches were practically getting drenched with her desire.

Jack smiled wickedly at this discovery. "Say 'no', 'Lizbeth. Say it..." She heard his throaty voice as he was watching her from under his half hooded lids. Just then two of his fingers invaded her womanhood, making her gasp even louder and throw her head back. Jack chuckled with satisfaction. Her nails dug into his arms, lips parted in bliss, her eyes misty. She was completely under his spell.

"Come on, lass," he kept on teasing her. "Say that you don't want it and I'll stop."

"I'll kill you if you do!" she managed to hiss, nearly out of breath.

"You'd better not, luv. I happen to have too many unfulfilled fantasies involving you and me and I swear I will make you deeply enjoy each and every one of them them coming true."

Just when she believed that he couldn't have possibly aroused her even further, he topped himself saying this. She was burning, eager to find out what he fantasized about and ready for any of his daydreams to become reality. She guessed that Jack would be willing... no, enthusiastic, to help her fulfill her own as well .

"Have you ever ravished me against the main mast in your fantasies?"

"Let me answer you this way. For the time being the palm tree will do." he said huskily while stripping her effortlessly off her breeches, "But I plight my throat, luv, that as soon as we step on the Pearl..."

"I knew it!" she bit her lower lip.

"We are very much alike. Didn't I tell you that long ago?"

She nodded absentmindedly and kicked off the pieces of her garment before loosening Jack's sash and freeing him from his breeches. He gasped. Her delicate fingers at first gliding gently along his awakened shaft, soon curled around it and stroked harder and harder as it pulsed in her hand. Jack groaned, tempted to let her finish him this way. He shuddered as she went faster, making it hard for him to breathe. Lizzie found herself similarly breathless, her body reacting to Jack's and longing for him to extinguish the fire inside her.

"Now!" she panted.

Jack lifted her trembling form and buried himself within her in one powerful thrust. That did it for her. He felt her tighten and shudder around him, her legs entwined around his hips now painfully pressing into his flesh. Hell, he hadn't expected that. Nor had she, as the feeling suddenly hit her, stealing her breath and knocking her out. And then came another maddening stroke, and another. Her back was getting a little sore, grazed by the bark despite the fact that she was wearing a shirt and a coat, but she didn't care. For him, she was willing to learn to live with scars on her back. Three hard thrusts and Jack reached his release, spilling into Lizzie's shaking body, clearly still recovering from the riveting experience. This had never happened to him before. Upon all his countless adventures with women, never had any lass surprised him that way, climaxing as soon as he had gotten inside her.

Totally exhausted and wobbly-legged, Jack let their joined bodies drop to the ground. Tightly embracing her limp form, he whispered into her ear how much she had surprised him and how heady, how otherwordly the sensation was. Lizzie smiled softly and her cheeks flushed a bit as she snuggled into him. She also wanted to say something but her eyes shut closed before she could. Her even breathing informed Jack that she was asleep. He wished nothing but to join her in her sweet dreams, yet one look at the horizon made him change his plans. Delicate silver lines were crossing the graphite dark sky somewhere far away but no matter the distance, Jack knew that there was no time to lose. He couldn't allow himself to rest until he would bring Lizzie to their hut. The hut which likely wouldn't survive the storm if he didn't reinforce it at once... First of all, he would have to look for several thick branches, one or two lianas and definitely pick lots of palm leaves. It sounded like hell of a work for him, especially in this darkness. The storm wouldn't wait and Jack feared that he may not be done on time. He stood up hastily, put on his breeches, and get Lizzie dressed as well. She didn't wake up, too deeply immersed in her dreams. Jack chuckled hearing her moan, mention the main mast and chant his name. How wonderful to be sharing the same obsession with her.

Looking one last time at their palm tree and his resting girl, a spontaneous idea popped into his mind. All he would need was something very sharp and luckily for him, something proper was always there with him, hidden deep in the pocket of his coat. Careful not to wake Lizzie up, he picked his navaja folding knife and a lopsided smirk etched across his face.


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Worn out and soaked to the skin, Jack entered the little hut and slipped down on its grassy floor. Drenched that he was, he resigned from hugging his Lizzie, despite how much he wanted to. He closed his blood shot eyes, immediately falling asleep to the calming sounds of falling rain.

Lizzie woke up about an hour later to the sound of thunders and torrents of water mercilessly pouring down from the skies. She had an unpleasant impression of standing under a huge waterfall and was thankful for having a shelter over her head. Jack, who must have brought her over, was still deeply asleep, and barely shifted when another thunder was heard. This time it seemed to have hit a bit closer than the last one. Rumbling of Elizabeth's empty stomach was getting nearly as loud as the murmurs of the storm. At least it occurred so to her, and made her worry that the noise may wake Jack up. Not only did she intend not to disturb his well deserved and overdue rest, but found such sounds highly unflattering. She imagined herself tangled up in Jack's arms, his hungry lips almost touching hers and then her tummy would ruin the moment demanding food. She then remembered the food left outside and moaned quietly. However, all she could do was to hold and press her loud stomach, mentally begging it to calm down and keep quiet. No matter what pain she was going through, leaving the cozy shelter to look for the leftovers in this downpour and darkness was not an option. On the other hand, she didn't eat anything since breakfast and was now craving a delicious oyster or a crab.

"Wonderfully roasted oysters, marinated in lemon, and lime and coconut milk..." She found herself drooling at the thought.

"Oh, I can't take it anymore!" she whispered to herself. Jack cooked so damn good. She could almost smell the mouthwatering grilled mussels. Oh, yes she indeed could.

"My mind must be deceiving me," she told herself, but eventually stretched her hand in the direction from which the delicious scent was coming .

"Yeees!" she nearly exclaimed, elated when her hand touched the sea shell- plates. Jack must have brought them there before the downpour started.

"He thinks about everything, doesn't he?" Lizzie devoured enough oysters to kill the worst hunger, leaving at least as much for Jack. Her eyes closed lazily and she sighed with satisfaction, nestling herself in Jack's bare torso. Happy and content, she let her mind drift away into unknown dimensions.

All of a sudden, ringing of bells replaced the sound of thumping raindrops and she was elsewhere, in a very strange location, a place she had definitely never been to. Dressed in a breathtakingly beautiful snow white dress, she looked like a princess with a bouquet of dark red roses contrasting in her hand.

"My favourite flowers..." she whispered to herself and raised the bunch to inhale the sweet scent.

At her side was her father, walking her slowly by the arm, his face beaming with a mixture of emotions, pride and happiness. At the sight of the altar and a mighty cross high above it , Lizzie figured she must have been in a church. As strange and impossible as it seemed, its walls as well as the vault appeared to be made of ships with parts of shipwrecks to be spot everywhere and white canvas spread from the ceiling right to the floor, creating a beautiful canopy over the altar. She also made out several steering wheels hanging here and there, serving as giant candle holders. Lizzie suppressed a giggle when wooden figures of marmaids came into view. Transformed into angels by spectacular feathery attachments, they were definitely the most eye catching objects in the temple. As awkward as the place was, she had to admit that there was something very special and charming about it. She smiled getting closer to the altar where two men already awaited her: an elderly but still black haired priest with a Bible in his hands and ...Jack? The person dressed in an elegant navy blue coat with shining silver buttons turned around and nodded to her father, before offering Elizabeth his hand. His eyes clearly revealed the depth of his feelings for her and she was moved to tears.

"I can't believe that this is happening, Jack," she whispered and he smiled wholeheartedly. "What if...if this is just a dream?" Her voice trembled as did her entire body when her fears took over.

To her disappointment, she wasn't able to hear Jack's answer, for his handsome face soon dispersed completely in the overwhelming darkness and familiar disturbing sounds surrounded her once again. No bells, just a single thunder somewhere in the distance and the notorious raindrops bombarding their little hut.

"This was so wonderful, so real! " she smiled, her eyes still closed. "My father...and Jack...and then..." she broke into tears.

How foolish of her to think, to hope that it could have been real. Her father was dead and she would never see his face again. He would never lead her to the altar, just as Jack would never take her as his wife. He was a free spirit after all, unpredictable and changing as the sea. An untameable man who wouldn't dedicate himself to one woman, would he? No, he would never swear to love her and be faithful until death parts them. She wept quietly, realizing how childishly naive it was of her to hope that it was more than just a dream. She knew that Jack told her the truth when he claimed that she meant the world to him. And she did believe him when he said that he loved her. He did. Now, that is... Until he would come across another "luv" who would make him lose his mind and forget about his Lizzie... She couldn't forget about the haunting fact that there was a woman behind every of his stories. Was that not revealing? Elizabeth swallowed nervously. She wasn't surprised at all that women were clinging to Jack. She wasn't any different, unable to resist his charms, even though she was Will's fiancee . But still, she wished to bite all of them like that venomous viper. Jack was everything to her and she wouldn't let anyone take him from her! No wench, no fair lass or lady, not even the mighty Calypso herself!

"But isn't it going to be the proverbial fight against windmills...?" The bitter conclusion made her frown and a lonely tear rolled down her flushed cheek when her eyes shut closed. How on Earth will she bear it if Jack rejects her, leaves her for another woman? Will she be able to move on and live with such pain? Stinging tears kept on coming as the chaos of troubling thoughts continued to devastate her. Feeling utterly helpless, Lizzie started praying in her thoughts, addressing the one in whom she never stopped believing .

"I'll go insane if you don't help me... I'm going to lose my senses because of my doubts and fears. Is Jack trustworthy? Is he the one? My destiny? I chose to believe that, since the fate brought us together in very unusual circumstances, in such a special way...We'd gone through so much together, and instead of turning into worst enemies, we've become lovers against all odds. I believed we were destined for each other, but what if I was wrong all the way? Love is blind, they say. Am I? Or to the contrary; did I see, did I expect too much? Did I fool mysef wishing to believe in something that doesn't exist? Please show me the way. Lead me, for I feel lost and can't figure out which way to go. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to think anymore..." she sobbed. "If Jack is not the man for me, please give me a sign. That's all I need. Just one sign..."

Listening to Jack's even heartbeat, a calming lullaby, she cried herself to sleep.


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Awww... Poor Lizzie! What will future bring for her and Jack? You will find out more in chapter 15. BTW, just TWO (!!!) more chappies to go, and that's it!!!

Love ye all,

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