What she really wants?

The cold breeze around them indicated that perhaps they should go back to the Pearl. They had nothing to say to each other, both were perfectly happy with walking back holding one another. When they reached the ship the full moon had appeared and was now silhouetted against the inky sky. Only Marty seemed to be aboard the ship, quickly running over the deck with a mop. Jack led Lizzie to the cabin by the hand, closing the door behind them. He felt incredibly tired and didn’t feel like walking back to the room he had booked for them at the inn. He sat on his chair with the intention of allowing Lizzie the bed, but instead she stood in front of him and sat down lightly on his lap, wriggling into a comfortable position and wrapping his arms around her body. He gave her one lazy smile before they both nodded off to the sound of the others’ heartbeat.


Several hours later Lizzie woke, feeling warm and content. Jack’s hands were snuggled comfortably around her. Lizzie turned her head to stare at Jack; his kohl lined eyes, his fascinating trinkets, his thick, braided hair. She loved him. All of him. And she would do anything he wanted her to do, just because she loved him. She continued to look at him, frowning slightly, and contemplated change. Lizzie had always hated change, she knew it was inevitable but hated it all the same. Over time, she had grown accustomed to being on the Pearl, to Jack’s presence. It had taken time but they had finally managed it. They could now both work on deck without screaming at each other, they could go pillaging without Jack demanding she stay behind in the cabin, they could share a bed without arguing over which side was whose. She bit her lip; did Jack love her? They had kissed and cuddled, spent nights on deck under the moonlit sky but what did he truly feel for her? At that moment Jack blinked his eyes, trying to adjust his eyes to the lightness of the candle lit cabin. Lizzie pretended to have just woken up and smiled slightly at Jack who smiled back, followed by a long yawn.


“Ello love, is it morning already?” He asked, smiling widely at her and showing his gold teeth in the process.


“No Jack, I’d say it’s about midnight” she said, giggling. She loved it when Jack asked silly questions, which was most of the time. Instead of speaking Jack pulled her slightly towards him, leaning in to capture her lips in between his own. The kiss was passionate but sweet at the same time. Somehow… Elizabeth could hardly think, Jack’s kisses always made her weak in the knees, making her thankful they were sat down. But Elizabeth’s neck began to hurt from being turned around so she pulled away. Jack looked shocked, and hurt. Was she going to run away and break his heart again?


“What’s wrong Lizzie? He asked, looking nervous and upset at the same time. She smiled sweetly at him.


“Nothing’s wrong Jack. My neck is just hurting from turning round to you.” He relaxed slightly and dared a smile.


“Oh, if you want we could get in a more comfortable position?” He said with a cheeky grin, indicating towards the bed. She blushed and he hoped he hadn’t gone too far, he remembered vividly what happened last time he pushed her too hard…


“Okay Jack. On one condition…” he looked at her questioningly “You have to carry me. My foot has gone dead so I can’t move” He grinned at her devilishly. He got up from underneath her and stood in front of her, bowing slightly.


“Your wish is my command, me lady” and with that he bent down and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. They both fell on the bed giggling together, like little school children. This was so different from last time, Jack thought. At that time Jack had liked her , a lot, but he didn’t love her. Now he did. Then he probably only had one thing on his mind: manipulating her into bed. He couldn’t quite remember. But he would remember tonight forever. He realized, as he lay there giggling with Lizzie: he wasn’t just interested in bedding her. And if she refused him tonight he would wait for her. Wait for her to love him. But how long before she would?


He kissed her tenderly on the lips, feeling her melt in his arms. One brush of her perfect lips against his could make him hard in a second, but he did his best to hide it. He didn’t want her to think he was just in this for the sex. He began kissing his way along her jaw line, all the way to her earlobe which he playfully sucked on. She was raking her fingers through his hair, sighing lightly ever now and then. He worked his way back up to his lips, which embraced his passionately. He pulled apart for breath and stared down at her. She was beautiful, and she was his. Slowly he began to pull her shirt off, she didn’t seem to put up a fight but as he lifted the shirt up to her breasts he caught a glimpse of her face. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she looked so nervous.


“Lizzie?” He let go of her shirt and stared at her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, she looked slightly scared. “Lizzie, if you don’t want to do this…” he began but she cut over him.


“Do you love me Jack?” Her sudden question shocked him.


“What…? I need you Lizzie, I need you like I need the Pearl. Never doubt that”


“You won’t leave me will you? You won’t drop me off at the next port if you tire of me will you?” Tears seemed to be forming in her eyes and Jack had the urge to hug her tightly. Instead he got up and lit another one of the candles then held his hand out to Lizzie. Curiously, she took his hand and he led her to a full length mirror in the corner of the cabin. He stood behind her and put his hands round her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder. She stared at herself in the mirror, at Jack. Their skins contrasted each other, his tanned from the sun and hers pale from hiding under bonnets most her life; his hair dark and hers blonde. She looked up and saw his eyes, deep brown, and saw something in it. His eyes held the usual sparkle but also something else, love? He did love her, and now nothing else was relevant. He lifted a hand up to her face and wiped away a stray tear as she turned round to look at him.


“Love me Jack” she whispered, taking the sash from round his waist and disregarded it onto the floor. Jack said nothing; instead he caressed her cheek with one hand, smoothed her hair with the other, and began kissing her passionately. Lizzie wound her arms round Jacks neck and began to back him back towards the bed, if she didn’t she felt her knees would collapse beneath her. When they reached the bed still kissing Jack reversed their position so it was Lizzie who’s back was to the bed. He began to nibble lightly on her earlobe whilst pulling her shirt over her head. Lizzie began to pull Jacks shirt off and attempted to bring his lips back to her own. She succeeded. Lizzie’s cheeks were red and Jack didn’t know if it was from the intensity of the kiss or the idea of her standing there in just her bindings and breeches. He started to undo the bindings which made her breasts less obvious whilst still kissing Lizzie. They broke apart for a second, taking deep breaths and Lizzie rested her head on Jack’s tanned, muscled chest. Finally the bindings came loose and Lizzie half expected Jack to jump on her, ravish her thoughtlessly and use her for his own sordid pleasure but instead he stared slightly before looking up and meeting her gaze.


“Yer beautiful” he said, smiling widely as he saw he begin to blush and giggle. Once again, he lowered his lips up to meet her own whilst moving his hands to lightly rub her sides. He placed one hand on her stomach and the other in the small of her back, rubbing gently in small circles. He kissed her with as so much passion and Elizabeth couldn’t help but moan lightly in pleasure. Will had never kissed her like this, never made her feel like this. Jack began to move his mouth lower; over her neck, suckling slightly on the junction between her neck and sternum. He worked his way lower still, towards her breasts making sure to be extra sensitive and gentle. He knew this was obviously her first time and didn’t want to do anything against her will, nor hurt her and make her want to leave. When he reached her breasts Jack began to suck slightly, earning another moan from Lizzie in return. He smiled against her skin; he loved how he could make her feel so happy with just one kiss or his. Lizzie had her hands in Jacks hair, twirling his braids and fiddling with his beads and trinkets. She loved what Jack could do to her but couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty at the lack of attention she was giving him. After a few moments, Jack began to lower his breeches, followed by hers. Lizzie blushed slightly, she couldn’t help but stare. He was beautiful, lean and tanned and all man. She felt slightly exposed stood there in nothing, but she knew it was only fair, after all she got to see Jack fully exposed. Jack stared at Elizabeth who was now naked to his gaze. He had never seen a more beautiful creature; golden brown hair that reached her waist, amazing chocolate eyes that glittered and sparkled in the dimming candlelight. Her tantalizing lips which longed to be kissed. Thus gorgeous young woman was Jacks, and he would make sure she was only ever him. He loathed himself for thinking of her as his property; she certainly was her own person, but he hated the thought of any man ever talking to her out of character, kissing her, holding her. She was his, only his. He gestured at the bed and she graciously laid down, allowing room for Jack too. Once Jack had positioned himself on top of her, he began kissing her again. He kissed were so warm, so welcoming, he couldn’t help but get lost in them. He placed his hand over her center, knowing she was ready to feel him inside her but not wanting to cause her pain.


“Lizzie? Lizzie, look at me please” Lizzie opened her eyes, and looked at a worried Jack through heavy lids. She’s beautiful. God help me, I’m sorry Lizzie. He took a deep breath, he didn’t know what to say.


“Jack, what’s wrong?” She said, with a note of panic in her voice. He wasn’t tired of her already, was he?


“Lizabeth…this is going to probably hurt okay?” Her eyes widened slightly in fear, “But it won’t last long, I promise you!” he added quickly, and noticed her relax slightly.


“Is that okay Elizabeth?” She nodded at him, and the two of them smiled lightly at each other. He placed his lips on hers fervently and kissed her with all the passion he could. He braced himself at her entrance and hoped she’d forgive him for this. At that moment he thrust forward, reaching her barrier and pushed through as quickly as he could. He stilled at that moment, hearing the sound of her sobs.


She had never felt anything so painful in her life as Jack thrust into her. But she wasn’t going to admit anything, she was finally Jack’s and nobody would ever change that. Although tears came to her eyes and rolled down her face she knew it would ease. Jack had said so and she trusted him, so she stayed as still as possible, waiting for the pain to dim. She heard Jack speak in a soft voice, whispering in her ear


“Aloha `oe, aloha `oe


E ke onaona noho i ka lipo.” She smiled lightly at that; he was singing their song to her. For some reason, that brought more tears to her eyes than the pain of losing her virginity did. The pain began to ease up and she even lightly joined in with Jack, singing their song.


"One fond embrace", a ho`i a`e au
"Until we meet again." Jack rested his head on Lizzie’s chest and she dared movement. She lifted her hips up slightly to meet Jack’s, and found it didn’t hurt as much as before.


“Jack? I think I’m okay” she said softly and he dared to move on top of her. They moved slowly at first, he was scared of increasing her pain, but after a couple of minutes she began to get more comfortable. She loved Jack so much and felt like she could never be close enough to him, nothing wrong with trying though, she told herself. She tentatively wrapped her legs round Jack’s waist in an attempt to pull him closer. At the motion the two of gasped in unison, and Lizzie felt pleasure like she had never before. Jack began to pillage her mouth, taking everything he could. Their tongues matched their movements below and Lizzie began to feel heavy, in a nice way. In the back of her mind she knew this is what the maids had talked about in hushed whispers back in Port Royal and she raised her hips one more time before feeling completely sated. At the same time, Jack felt his release and huddled Lizzie up to his chest whilst releasing his seed into her. The two of them stayed still for a moment, not daring to ruin the perfect moment. But after a moment Jack had the feeling he may have been crushing Lizzie, he pulled out and rolled to his side, bringing Lizzie with him. He dared a look at her face to check she wasn’t regretting anything. She glanced up at him and smiled lightly.


“Thank you Jack” she whispered to him, hugging closer to him. He said nothing, just leaned his head on top of hers, finally drifting to sleep. Lizzie last thought before following suit was: Everything’s going to change now…


On deck, Dave was drinking a bottle of rum in the moonlight. Only he seemed to be on deck, everybody else must be in the nearest tavern. Dave appeared to be quite drunk, leaning heavily on the railing of the Pearl. He knew Jack and Elizabeth were on the ship, and he had an idea what they were up to. The idea made him sick to the stomach. He hadn’t had a woman in a while and who better than the probably no longer virgin Miss Swann? One final time he raised the bottle of room above his head, knowing firmly that he would have her.


Author’s note:


Okay, so I’m sorry it took so long to post this. I’ve had finals galor lately and it’s been very stressing. But I’ve finished now, and I’ve had more muses. *grins* So, I think I may continue with this story, if you guys want me too? Let me know what you think!