Unforgivable

Tis me again! *waves* I claim no ownership over this story, btw - I swear, I just sit down at the keyboard and a certain pirate of our mutual acquaintance jumps into my head and tells me what to write. This particular segway, for example, which has involved a splinter and a wager - and now this chapter - is entirely Jack's fault. Well maybe not the splinter. I think that was Lizzie's idea!!
From me and that bloody pirate - hope you enjoy!!!

The sheet was bunched uncomfortably beneath her hip. Sun-darkened limbs tangled with her own, holding her firmly in place, and his skin beneath her cheek felt sticky with sweat. Dreads and braids tickled and itched where they touched her, and one – or possibly several – of his trinkets pressed painfully into her flesh.

Elizabeth sighed happily. She had never felt more content.

Despite an energetic night spent making up for lost time she had woken before the sun, watched the grey light of dawn seep across the cabin. Jack slept on, blissfully exhausted by their passionate reunion.

Actually several reunions, she thought now, shivering with pleasure at the memory. Following his initial over-enthusiasm, Jack had acquitted himself more than adequately. Each time she’d fallen, convinced that she could take no more, he’d coaxed the embers of desire and made them burn again, made her cry out until her voice was hoarse and she could no longer tell where his body ended and hers began.

The cabin was stiflingly hot now; she could feel beads of moisture collecting on her upper lip. Every muscle in her body ached and her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep. But still she could not bring herself to move, to disturb his restful slumber and allow the rigours of daily life to steal him away.

Her fingers drifted absently over his skin, tracing the lines of each scar and tattoo they found. He had revealed so much of himself – but there was so much more she didn’t know. A pirate of legend and myth, a man who kept his true nature a closely guarded secret. He was beautiful, mysterious - an enigma. She could not put a name to the feelings he stirred in her – love seemed a barely adequate description – but, she supposed, for now it would have to suffice.

Toying with a silver charm woven in his hair, she wondered idly what tale lay behind it, and tugged it closer to her face to examine it in more detail.

“Ouch!”

He was watching her through slitted eyes.

“Stop pullin’ me hair. M’feelin’ delicate this mornin’.”

She smiled, then bought her mouth to his to bestow a slow, apologetic kiss.

When she pulled away he eyed her speculatively.

“Steady darlin’,” he grinned. “Don’t think m’awake enough for that.”

“It was simply a good morning kiss, Jack,” she chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect anything more from someone in so delicate a state.”

Dark eyes gleamed mischievously.

“I hope yer not insinuating m’not up to the task, Miss Swann?”

“Not at all. Just suggesting you may be in need of a rest after last night!”

“M’fine!” he smirked, reached down to cup himself. “An’ I’ll prove it you…” His fingers encountered soft, yielding flesh and the smirk faltered a little. “…in just a few minutes.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“You proved yourself admirably already, Captain. Repeatedly. To our mutual satisfaction.”

“I did, didn’t I?” he whispered, his arm moving in a brisk, steady rhythm. “But still…no better way to start the day, Savvy? Send yer Captain off to command his crew with a smile on his face and a swagger in his step…”

His arm stilled for a moment and he looked down at himself with another smirk.

She followed his gaze, saw that his ministrations had been entirely successful.

“Shame to waste it, now, don’t ye think?” he purred.

“Indeed.” She licked her lips, reaching out to explore the result of his endeavours for herself. “There’s nothing I abhor more than waste…”

Jack moaned in happy agreement and laced his fingers over hers.

She watched him guide their joined hands slowly up and down his length and her breath quickened at the sight of them holding him, pleasuring him, together.

Although his grip was firm he kept their pace slow, almost lazy. When he throbbed beneath their touch she tried to move faster but he resisted her attempt.

“No hurry…” he told her, his voice thick with lust. “Want to make it last, Lizzie…want to take it slow and easy.”

Elizabeth met his eyes and nodded. She felt sleepy and relaxed, and the spell he was casting over them both was quite different to their usual frantic passion. Not urgent hunger now but slow, lazy caresses, a sweet and slow-burning flame instead of all-consuming fire.

He held her gaze as his other hand trailed over her stomach and came to rest on her damp curls. She opened herself to him and he smiled, teasing her with an agonisingly gentle touch that danced across her groin and inner thighs until she moaned and arched her pelvis towards him.

When he finally relented and stroked across her folds she shuddered with blissful relief.

This was an exquisitely tender and teasing pleasure, a delicious ache in the pit of her stomach that was powerful and all-encompassing. She moaned softly, her head thrashing restlessly from side to side, and when his fingers slipped inside her the joy was so intense she thought she would weep from it.

Jack was asking her something, his voice a low growl, but her dazed mind could make no sense of his words. She sought his mouth and he kissed her slowly, his tongue matching the languorous rhythms of their fingers.

It was too much, too wonderful to bear and her whole body quivered with delicious tension.

He broke the kiss, whispered something with a question in his eyes and she struggled to understand what he was asking of her.

“Do y’trust me, Lizzie?” he murmured again. “Want to try something else, something different. Will ye let me?”

“Trust you…?” she panted, trying to focus on his words. “Of course Jack, but what…?”

“Shhh. Just relax, let me show you. Here…turn on your side. I need to be behind you for this.”

She let him move her, felt his warm hand stroke the length of her spine and cup her bottom.

He crooned soft words of encouragement in her ear as he kneaded and rubbed and caressed her there, and she wondered hazily why he was lavishing such attention on her rear when there were other parts of her that were in dire need of his touch.

As if reading her mind his fingers slid into her heat, and she moaned gratefully – but they only stayed long enough to collect the moisture there before they were withdrawn

“Ohh!” she whimpered, then tensed when she felt him probing for entry in a wholly unexpected place.

He soothed her, told her it was alright, told her to relax, but it felt too strange, too invasive, and when his fingertip pushed inside she tried to arch away.

For a moment he persisted and she felt a brief flash of fear. Then the pressure was gone, his disappointment only evident in the clench of his fingers on her thigh as he pushed her leg forward and his hardness slid impatiently across her folds.

He entered her slowly until she could take more of him then pulled back just as slowly until he was barely inside.

“Jack!” she hissed, and he made another excruciatingly slow thrust.

“Please!” she moaned, but he refused to be hurried and maintained his languid rhythm until her whole body was shaking with frustration and desire.

“Wait for me!” he growled in her ear, and at last began to move hard and fast, all restraint gone.

His abrupt change of pace was shocking, unexpected. The delicious ache became a burning, unbearable tension – and suddenly she was falling, screaming, her body convulsing helplessly around him.

Jack pulled her hard against him, jerked once, twice, groaned deep in his throat. Then his release flooded her, pulsing out hot and urgent to intensify her pleasure as they rode the storm together.

The world span slowly back into focus. Their breathing began to slow. She felt sleepy, sated, her body limp and boneless.

A loud rap on the cabin door brought her sharply back to reality.

“Cap’n?”

His arms tightened around her.

“Cap’n?” came the voice again. “Are ye alright? Anyone hurt?”

Elizabeth cringed, acutely conscious that Jack was still buried inside her and his semen was dribbling slowly between her thighs. If the door should open…

“Course M’bloody alright!” he drawled suddenly, making her jump. “Better than alright. M’in the business of procuring another member for me crew, negotiations being well under way and of the most satisfactory and pleasurable kind. Savvy?”

“Er….Cap’n?”

“Buggering hell! I just finished swivi….Mmmmph!”

Elizabeth’s arm shot back and her hand clamped over his mouth.

“Captain Sparrow is fine!” she snapped.

There was a muffled laugh from behind the door, then the sound of footsteps receding.


“Although he may find himself suffering a very painful injury in the very near future,” she hissed, pressing her palm harder against his lips.

Jack grunted.

“I like you like this,” she told him after a moment.

“Mmph?”

“Silenced. You should really stop wearing that bandanna on your head and wrap it around your mouth instead. It would save you a great deal of trouble.”

Frowning, he seized her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“That’s not nice!” he sniffed. “Or true! Not entirely. Not always.”

“Mostly, though.” She paused. “Jack are you angry with me?”

She felt him sigh, then carefully he eased himself out of her body and drew her round to face him.

“Why would I be angry with you, darlin’?”

“You know why. What you tried to do, before. You wanted me to trust you and I do, but I couldn’t let you do that, Jack. I just couldn’t.”

His smile was gentle, reassuring.

“But you let me try, Lizzie. Y’trusted me enough for that. Don’t matter that ye weren’t ready to swim wiv me there, yet. S’enough that ye let me take ye to the water’s edge.”

“But you were disappointed.”

“No. Well perhaps a little. But that’s not you’re fault.” He shrugged. “S’alright, Lizzie. I forget sometimes what an innocent ye are. How young ye are. We’ve plenty of time for that later, if yer willin’ to let me try again.”

She pulled a face. “I don’t know that I want you to. It felt strange Jack. Uncomfortable. Why would you want to put your finger in there?”

“Oh Lizzie-beth!” he chuckled. “Weren’t just me finger I wanted there…”

She gaped at him, wide-eyed. “Really? Is that even possible?”

“Oh luv, it’s possible and pleasurable, believe me. Which is a bloody good thing in certain circumstances when yer lover has no er – alternative place aside from his mouth!”

“HIS – Jack! You don’t mean –“

“When yer lover is another man? Yes luv. S’exactly what I mean.”

She stared at him. “And this is something you have personal experience of?”

“Aye.” He paused, trying to read her expression. “Does that bother you, Lizzie?”

“No – yes – I don’t know! I just – it surprises me, I suppose.”

“Shouldn’t do, luv.”

Elizabeth gazed at him. Tried to picture that beautifully sensuous mouth trailing kisses on another man’s skin. Imagined his lean, masculine body arched over another of the same sex, wondered at the pleasure he would give and gain from such an encounter.

It was a strange, unexpected thought – and oddly compelling. Despite her initial reaction, some deeper part of her was not surprised at all. His feline grace and fey beauty was such that it transcended the limits of gender. She had always been aware of it, at some level. From the first moment they met she had sensed his barely-contained sexuality, been terrifyingly aware of her own instinctive and powerful response.

He was a man who took great and unashamed delight in exploring the pleasures his body could bring them both. Why had she presumed his curiosity was confined to women?

“No, it shouldn’t surprise me.” She smiled, but he sensed the question in her eyes.

“Don’t change anythin’ between us, Lizzie. Don’t make no difference to what I feel fer you.”

“I know that. But - what happens if – I mean, what if you get bored of me? What if this is not enough?” She lifted her chin, fire in her eyes. “You are mine Jack, and I won’t share you. With neither man nor woman.”

“Oh Lizzie!” He shook his head wonderingly. “D’you have any idea how long I waited for you? Whatever, whoever came before – I were just biding me time. You know how I am, but it were just about keeping me body satisfied. I’ve shared it with a fair few over the years, I’ll admit to that. But not me heart. That’s yours and yours alone. Always will be.”

“I’ll give no quarter, Captain Sparrow! If we are to be together I want it all – your heart, your body and your soul.”

“Greedy lass, aren’t you?” he breathed, tracing the curve of her lips with his finger.

“I mean it!”

“I know. And you have me, all of me. Everythin’ you demand. Do I have the same of you?”

“Always.”

He nodded, then closed his eyes for a long moment.

“Tell me, pirate. I need to hear you say it.”

But when he looked at her again, his expression left no need for words.

“I,” he whispered.

“Yes?”

“Love.”

“Love who?”

“You.”

“You do?”

“Unequivocally. Undoubtedly. Indisputably. Inarguably.”

With each word he bent closer, until his moustache brushed her upper lip. “I might’ve shared me body before but never me heart, Lizzie. That belongs to you.”

She breathed his name and he kissed her, slow and deep and tender, and when they broke for air he pulled her close and for a while he simply held her.

“Gotta go, my love,” he mumbled finally. “Me bloody crew’ll mutiny again if I don’t get me arse out o’this cabin and do something Captainy.”

Regretfully she pushed him away. “Run along then, Captain. Back to my rival!”

He shot her a cheeky look as he reached for his breeches.

“No need to worry, luv. I love me ship but she’s not half so much fun to kiss!”

“And that’s a secret I’d rather not know!”

She watched him dress through half-closed eyes, tiredness overwhelming her again.

“Go back to sleep, luv,” he crooned, bending over her to steal a final kiss before he left.

“Yes. And later we have things to discuss.”

“We do?”

Elizabeth yawned. “My reward. For winning our wager.”

He scowled. “Thought I gave yer that already. Last night. An’ this morning.”

“No. That was…something different. But don’t worry. I know what I want.”

Her eyes drifted shut. He walked slowly to the door and pulled it open, still scowling.

“M’worryin’ Elizabeth!” he called, but there was no reply.

She was already asleep.