Unforgivable

Finally!! The kids are safely back in school so I can get back to writing again!! So sorry for the delay, I promise the story has NOT been abandoned...it was just on vacation, like my kids! Back now though,and this chapter holds an unaudulterated smut warning, cos Jack was getting a little angsty after waiting so long... He made me do it!! Hope you enjoy!!!

The cabin door creaked open half an inch, and a pair of dark brown, kohl-lined eyes peered cautiously through the gap.

Elizabeth sighed.

“You can come in, you know. It’s safe. For now, anyway.”

“For now?”

Carefully Jack sidled into the room and shut the door behind him.

He answered her appraising look with a quick, nervous grin.

“Are ye absolutely, positively sure about that, Lizzie? I could always leave ye in peace fer a bit longer if not…”

“No. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Ah. Oh. Um.”

“Quite.”

Jack winced.

“Now Lizzie darlin’…you surely don’t want to be rememberin’ this night as the one where ye slapped Captain Ja…er…me, do ye?”

He pouted, his eyes soft and pleading.

“Think of our grandchildren, luv. What’ll they say of their old Grandma Lizzie, hearin’ she inflicted terrible and unnecessarily harsh retribution on their beloved Grandfather after he’d honoured her wiv his name?”

“They’ll think I was an extremely sensible woman, and that you bloody well deserved it!”

Before he could reply Elizabeth flew at him. The impetus of her movement sent him crashing back against the door and he cringed, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the slapping to begin.

Instead he felt the infinitely more pleasurable softness of her lips and tongue against his throat.

“Oh!” he squeaked, and quickly tilted his head to allow her better access.

After several moments of this decidedly preferable treatment, her hand slide over his hip and came to rest in a most gratifying place.

“Goodness, Captain Sparrow. Your breeches seem to be growing rather tight...”

Her fingers closed around him firmly, then she slid them lower and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.

“And when I do that they grow tighter still. How intriguing…”

She pushed the thick curtain of hair aside to nuzzle behind his ear, electing a rapturous moan.

“I think… m’been ravished… by a pirate!”

Elizabeth chuckled.

“Perhaps you should scream for help then?”

“Shhh. Pirates don’t speak when they’re ravishin’ people…”

“Isn’t the person being ravished meant to protest a little?”

“Mmmm…Don’t stop….Don’t unhand me, ye wicked pirate lass…Don’t think of not despoilin’ me virtue and corruptin’ me mostly innocent and not terribly unsullied nature…”

She drew back to roll her eyes at him.

“And what, pray tell, should a pirate do to shut their victim up?”

“This,” Jack grinned, and kissed her.

His mouth was hot and sweet, devouring hers with slow and sensuous passion. A delicious trembling weakness overcame her and she wondered vaguely if it were normal for a mere kiss to leave one feeling quite so dizzy and breathless.

“You,” she panted when he released her, “Are disturbingly good at that!”

“M’good at lots o’other things too...”

“You’re not including modesty in that, I hope…”

“Shhh. There’s somethin’ I need to do.”

His dark eyes held hers for a moment, gleaming with lust and mischief. Then he lowered his mouth to the swell of her breasts, barely contained by the lemon silk. Beard and braids trailed across her skin as he mapped every inch of exposed flesh with lips and tongue, sending shivers down her spine and fire to her belly.

“Mmmm…Jack…”

“Used t’dream about doin’ this,” he mumbled from the depths of her cleavage. “Afore ye were mine. Used to see ye on me ship in yer fancy clothes and long to kiss ye like this.”

“I…mmm…don’t believe…Aahh…! I ever wore anything as…oooh… revealing as thi…Oh, that is…Ohhh…”

“Don’t matter.” He paused for a moment to slip his tongue beneath the fabric, grazing the edge of a nipple. “S’my fantasy,” he continued after a blissful moment. “Means I can have ye wearin’ anythin’ I like.”

“Then I’m surprised you dressed me at all…”

He raised his head to gaze at her.

“Naked Lizzie were a different fantasy, darlin’. Had lots of ‘em. Dependin’ on me mood an’ inclination.”

Elizabeth took a deep, shuddery breath and licked her lips.

“Tell me another, then. I want to hear all your fantasies.” Then, seeing his eyes go wide, added hastily, “The ones featuring me, anyway.”

Jack looked relieved. “Just the ones wiv you? Alright then. Well…me particular favourite was the one where I threw ye against the mainmast in front of all the crew.”

“In front of the crew? Was I...erm…I mean, it didn’t involve shackles, did it?”

He smirked. “Not this one, no. There is another, but…we’ll save that for another time, Savvy? This one involved yer skirts up round yer waist and me breeches round me ankles.”

“Ah. Please,tell me more…”

Jack beamed. “Well generally I’d tend to begin it wiv a little of this – ”

Both hands came up to cup her breasts, kneading them gently through the bodice of her dress.

“Which would inevitably lead to this…”

He ran his thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples where they pushed against the thin silk.

“Necessitating the need to employ me mouth, just so …”

Ducking his head, he teased at each nipple in turn, sucking and gently biting through the silk.

Elizabeth was finding it difficult to breath. She wound both fists into his tangled mane of hair, focusing very hard on remaining upright.

She was swaying against him, in serious danger of losing the struggle, when he drew back, looking puzzled.

“Mmm. Not entirely sure if I remember what’d happen next. S’been a while since I had need of these delightful …wanderings, as it were.…”

“Perhaps I could aid your memory with a well placed knee,” she panted, glaring at him, and his mouth curled into a sly grin.

“Enjoyin’ me musings are ye, Lizzie luv? Best tell ye a little more then, hadn’t I? Seems me memory’s not so bad as I thought…”

He ran a finger along the row of tiny buttons which fastened her bodice.

“Hmm. The dresses ye wore in me head had a rather fortunate tendency to melt off ye when the moment was right…”

“Close your eyes and pretend then,” she sighed impatiently, reaching up to tackle the buttons herself.

Obediently Jack closed his eyes and waited.

“There,” she said after a few moments, and reached for his hand.

“Better,” he nodded, fondling one breast through the thin cotton of her shift.

“But this…” The undergarment was dispatched with one swift, downward tug “…Is much more better!”

“Please!” she groaned, arching towards him, and he applied himself to her heartfelt request with alacrity, caressing her with fingers, lips and tongue until she whimpered for mercy.

Sliding his hands down to her hips, he met her eyes once more and pressed her hard against him.

“By now I’d be more than ready to navigate me course a little further south,” he whispered, and she felt the truth of his words through the layers of their clothing.

“Oh!…Jack…”

“And so on and so forth,” he continued with a grin, rocking slowly against her, “Til’ I’d arrive at the inevitable and extremely satisfactory conclusion…”

Suddenly he stilled and gave her a rueful grin.

“Sometimes. Most times. And then I’d come back to meself wiv a smile on me face and a need to wipe me hand. Or me sheets.”

“And the other times?”

“Ah, well. There were one or two occasions – more than one or two, in fact – when some unfeelin’ and inconsiderate bugger’d come knockin’ on me cabin door or wanderin’ up to th’helm just when things were getting interesting. Leavin’ me with naught but a bellyache for me trouble.”

Elizabeth gawped at him. “At the helm? Please don’t tell me you stood out there and – and touched yourself? Good grief, Jack! What if one of the crew had seen?”

“Only did it on the night watch, luv!” he chuckled. “When there’d be no-one about. Or shouldn’t have been, anyway. No one but you and me – well just me, in point of fact but ye’d be there in me head. The stars’d be shining down on me – us - an’ the sound of the sea …Easier then than in me cabin, t’be honest. Better. No distractions.”

“Yes, I suppose,” she murmured doubtfully, both touched and mortified by the thought.

“Mind, there were times I burned fer ye so bad I wouldn’t have cared who saw,” he continued, unabashed. “Times when I ached fer ye so much I were almost past carin’. Once I’d got you against that mast, the whole bleedin’ navy could’ve sat an’ watched me take you!”

His eyes darkened then, and his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Nearly drove me insane, y’know…wantin’ what I couldn’t have. You’ve no idea how badly I wanted to throw ye against that mast and just take ye, drive meself into ye so deep an’ hard…mark ye as mine so ye’d never want another man to touch ye. Takin’ you Lizzie…Ridin’ you until ye screamed fer mercy and all the pain an’ frustration came spilling out o’me…”

She gave a little moan and her fingers came up to brush his lower lip.

“Jack - show me.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“What, now? I know the crew’ve been celebratin’ a bit but there’s a fair chance one or two of ‘em will notice if I drag ye in front of the mainmast an’ start swivin’ ye, luv…”

“Not out THERE, Jack! Here. Right where we’re standing. Right now. You’ve shown me how it begins. Now show me the rest. Please.”

He held her gaze for the briefest second before he moved, and her back hit the door with an audible thump.

Pressed tight against her, his eyes gleamed suddenly with a hunger so urgent it sent a shudder of fear-tinged lust reverberating through her.

“Are ye sure, Lizzie?” he growled, voice as dark and hungry as his gaze. “’Tis a selfish pleasure – y’know that, don’t ye? Won’t be gentle wiv ye…can’t be. Not once I start.”

Jack’s weight threatened to crush the breath from her body. She could feel him quivering against her, sense the danger that lay beneath the surface, the power waiting to be unleashed.

She drew in a deep, slow breath.

“I trust you. I want this.”

With a deep, almost pained groan he angled his head and covered her mouth with his own.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and let him lead her where he would.

After several moments there was a whisper of silk on her skin as he lifted her skirts and she moaned impatiently into his mouth, aching to feel his fingers on her bare flesh.

But instead of touching her he thrust his hips forward and she felt the swollen heat of him pressed between her thighs, the linen of his breeches damp and deliciously rough.

Instinctively she reached down to release him but he batted her hand away and broke the kiss to shake his head.

“No. We do this my way.”

She moaned again, his movements creating a friction that was both agonising and unbearably good.

“Please…” she stammered, but he ground himself harder against her, showing no mercy.

Suddenly he tensed, and she felt him throb and twitch within the confines of his breeches as the material grew a little damper.

Abruptly he pulled away, his face tense, his breathing fast and harsh.

She waited impatiently while he gathered himself, could meet her eyes again.

“Ready, my girl?” His sleeve brushed her stomach as he freed himself. “No turning back after this, not once I’m inside you…”

“Just do it, pirate!”

His answering grin was feral and hungry. With one final tug and a twitch of his hips the breeches fell, puddling round his boots, and he arched towards her.

Something hot, hard and velvety soft nudged her thigh, slid across her folds.

“Please!” she begged, then gasped as he entered her with one hard thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Oh…god…” she choked, and he started to move.

He held her imprisoned between his body and the door, not allowing her to move. Beneath the folds of lemon silk his hips rocked tirelessly, barely withdrawing before surging back inside as far as he could go.

Jack watched her through half-closed eyes. His fear that this would prove an entirely selfish act were unfounded, it seemed, and the knowledge that his pleasure fuelled hers warmed his heart and intensified the throbbing ache in his balls.

Elizabeth gazed back, mesmerised and stunned by this delicious invasion, unseen but acutely felt in every fibre of her being.

The door was hard against her back, his shirt rough against her naked breasts.
Trembling in his arms, she felt vulnerable and exposed and entirely at his mercy. He’d dreamt of taking her, he said – and he was doing exactly that; taking her, possessing her body, stealing her soul. His urgent passion was intoxicating, incredibly erotic – and a little frightening.

Torn between intense pleasure and helplessness she cried out, twisting her head away, the heat in that searing gaze suddenly too much to bear.

“Look at me!” he growled, and she met his eyes again, powerless to resist.

“Don’t you dare…look…away.”

Each word was emphasised by another jerk of his hips.

“Need you… to… watch me. To see… what…you do… to me. When… I’m… inside you. When I burn …and…spill myself…for you…”

The heat his words bought to her eyes made his own flutter closed for a moment despite himself, but he forced them open again, knowing that he was very close, needing her to share every part of this with him.

His rhythm faltered, sped up, became something wild and erratic over which he had no control and he cried out as the tension in his body crested and soared beyond endurance.

Her name escaped his lips, a strangled groan wrung from deep in chest and it was happening; he was lost.

She saw an expression more pain that pleasure contort his features, then the flaring heat in his eyes as the storm broke and swept him, helpless, in it’s wake. He was naked to her, beautiful and utterly exposed in the moment of surrender and tears filled her eyes at the sight of him.

Heat erupted deep inside, sharp bursts of warmth that pulsed from his body to fill hers and her inner muscles began to convulse around him as though to wring out every last drop.

But to her bewildered horror he staggered, slipping free of her as he crumpled to the floor, and she wailed in frustration.

A moment later she landed beside him and his fingers were under her skirts, inside her, finishing the magic he’d begun until she screamed with the joy of it.


When the blissful contractions had finally eased she wound one arm around his neck and pulled him down for a slow, sleepy kiss.

“Better now?”

“Mmm. Much better.”

“Sorry I couldn’t stay in ye, luv. Me legs gave way. Couldn’t help it.”

“Hmm. You made up for it, though. That good, was it?”

“Always is wiv you – and ye bloody know it!”

She snuggled against him, exhausted and utterly content.

“Getting yerself comfy there, luv?”

“Mmmm.”

“S’long as one of is, then...”

He sighed and looked pointedly towards the bunk.

“It’s your fault I can’t move,” she yawned, unrepentant. “You’ve worn me out! Unless you wish to carry me?”

“Humph! No chance, darlin’. Not entirely convinced I can carry meself, truth be told. But I can’t feel me arse anymore and me legs are going numb wiv the weight of ye on them…”

She aimed a half-hearted slap at his chest

“Ha! Your braids are tickling me, my dress is all sticky and wet and most probably ruined – but you don’t hear me complaining about it!”

He was about to reply when the unmistakable sound of footsteps thudding purposely towards the cabin caused them both to flinch. Then Gibb’s voice rang out and the footsteps stopped abruptly.

“Not now, ye daft bugger! Cap’n Sparrow’ll see ye swing if’n ye disturb him now!”

“But won’t take more’n a minute,” another voice protested, and they heard more footsteps, followed by Gibbs’ furious mutter.

“I said not now…”

But I need to speak t’him!”

“He’s busy!”

“No he ain’t – he’s finished. Heard him - them. Lots of thumping and groaning an’ then ‘e shouted ‘er name ‘an then she squealed. He’s done. S’alright.”

Elizabeth hid her burning face in Jack’s shirt and felt his chest quiver with suppressed laughter.

“Aye, well, don’t forget that be Cap’n Jack Sparrow yer talkin’ about!” Gibbs hissed furiously. “He’s nowhere near finished, not ‘im. He’ll just be lettin’ his lass take a breather afore he’s at her again. Leave him be, man!”

“He will?” The other voice sounded suitably impressed, and they heard the two men move away.

Jack’s amused drawl was decidedly smug.

“Seems I’ve somethin’ of a reputation to keep up, doesn’t it luv? Though it’d be advisable for us to navigate our way to a somewhat softer an’ more accomodatin’ location afore I unleash me legendary skills and get ‘at ye’ again. Ye do know I can’t let ye out on deck now ‘til ye’ve a good wobble in yer step, don’t ye darlin’?”

Elizabeth reached between his thighs. He was soft and pliant, stickily wet beneath her fingers.

“Your legend appears to be a little…over-exaggerated, Captain!”

He pushed her hand away, scowling.

“Buggerin’ hell, woman! Give me a bleedin’ chance! Even legendary pirate captains need a few minutes recovery time.”

“Wake me up in a few HOURS then, Jack!” she giggled, and staggered to her feet.

He watched sulkily as she meandered across the cabin and collapsed onto the bunk with a groan of relief.

“Aren’t you going to join me, then?” she mumbled a few minutes later, opening one eye with effort.

She was greeted by the sight of her reputably inexhaustible lover crawling wearily on hands and knees towards her, progress hampered somewhat by the fact that his breeches were still tangled round his boots.

Apparently defeated by the journey, Jack could not summon enough energy to crawl up beside her and settled for resting his head on the mattress instead.

“Jack!”

“Mmmm.”

“You surely don’t intend to sleep there, do you?”

“Mmmm.”

“So much for your reputation, Captain!” she laughed, and he scowled.

Eyes firmly shut, he wriggled and kicked his way free of boots and breeches then heaved himself onto the bunk with a grunt of effort.

“Liz’beth?”

“Yes Jack?”

“I think ye killed me. Again.”

“I’ll promise not to do it any more, if you like.”

Draping one arm over her waist, he pulled her towards him.

“Don’t be makin’ promises I’ve no intention of lettin’ ye keep!”

“Jack?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you.”

“Smart girl,” he whispered, fingers tangling in her hair until they found the gold ring. “My girl. My Lizzie, for now and forever.”

“Always,” she agreed, fingers closing over his, then she followed him into his dreams.