Persuasion

Elizabeth watched Jack out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't face him after everything they both said to eacother- well, after she said everything to him... so she understood the fact that Jack wasn't speaking to her. Words were lost between them, never to be found again.

Jack was working, having taken off his shirt because of being to hot, his muscles rippling as he, all by himself, grabbed and pulled rope out of the ocean, catching fish so his crew could eat. He grabbed a knife he had in his pants, and heaved the net on board, cutting the rope off the net. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked up, and saw Lizzie staring at him.

Something about the sight of Jack working made Lizzie feel- wonderful, but guilty at the same time. She found herself daydreaming about Jack above her, her hands slowly running along those muscles, as he gently kissed her, moving up and down in a rhythm-

Jack cocked an eyebrow and waved awkwardly at Lizzie, which made her jump and snap out of her rather adult reverie. She blushed so hard and so fast that she felt like her head was going to pop at any second, and she quickly turned around and went into the first mate's cabin, which Gibbs had given her for use while her stay on the ship. How nice of him, she thought, she could really use it now to hide from Jack. But unfortunately, that didn't happen, considering that when she bolted away so quickly, Jack got curious and went after her, a million questions and concerns running through his head.

Jack gently opened the door and walked inside, closing the door with a soft click behind him. He saw that Lizzie was soaking her head in a wet washcloth, with the fresh water that was supplied to her every morning. He saw that even her neck was red hot in frustration and... what was that word he was looking for? Oh, yeah. Excitement.

"Everything okay in 'ere?" he asked.

Shocked to hear his voice, Elizabeth dropped the washcloth on the floor and turned around, slipping on said washcloth and falling painfully to the ground. Jack winced in sympathy pain and ran over to help her up. Once straightened, she waved her arms out of his grip and stared at him, angry and embarrased, Tears were filling up her eyes- she always teared when she felt embarrased.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, her vest falling off her shoulders. She, with great difficulty, straightened herself out and pressed her hand to her forehead. Then she saw him shirtless again. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?!"

God, I want to touch him...

Jack moved closer, and grabbed Elizabeth, giving her a hug. She automatically knew what he was doing- grossing her out by wiping his sweat on him. She screamed and broke free of his grip, she couldn't help but smile. "EW! You're disgusting!"

"Ah, but yer such a good towel..." Jack joked, and chased Elizabeth around the room, finally grabbing her and holding her, face to face. "Fear not, fair maiden. I am only but a sweaty guy." he joked again, and smiled when Elizabeth relazed a little in his arms.

"You're a disgusting guy." she smiled, and looked into his eyes. That did it.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Jack's lips crashed down onto hers, his arms gently encircling her waist. Elizabeth was shocked for the first few seconds, but melted into his touch, kissing him back. After a few light kisses, their kisses began to deepen, began to feel much more hunger. Jack's tounged gently glided along Elizabeth's lips, feeling with satisfaction as Elizabeth welcomed it, her tounge palying with his. He felt Elizabeth moan, rather than hearing it, and press herself against him. He was growing harder, he knew it, and Elizaebth was so near... so tempting.

Jack picked her up off the ground, and besides fighting him, Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her in place. He made his way over to her bed, and gently sat her down on it. Elizabeth laid back, allowing Jack to join her on the bed, and planted feverish kisses on his cheek, his neck, his chest that she wanted to touch so much. She brought her lips back to Jack's, raking her fingernails on his chest, feeling him give into the feeling of it.

Jack broke their kiss and began to suckle on her neck, marking her for the whole world to see... the whole... world...

Elizabeth eyes snapped open. The WHOLE world? She kicked Jack off of her and sat up, breathing heavily. Jack fell to the ground, and attempted to get back up on the bed, but Elizabeth wouldn't allow it. Why was she all of the sudden acting this way? Didn't they have a good thing going?

He opened his mouth to voice his words of protest, but stopped and saw that Elizabeth was sniffing back tears, her knees clutched to her chest, fingering the bed spread.

She wasn't ready. This would be a big thing for her. Jack thought. He had done this sort of thing many times before, but it never occured to him that Elizabeth was a virgin. She seemed so... grown up, so... sexual... that he never would have thought about it.

Without saying anything, Jack stood up and touched Elizabeth on the shoulder. She looked up at him, and felt a rush of gratitude. Jack Sparrow might of done a lot of things, but he would NEVER force a lady into doing something that she wasn't ready to do yet. He let his hand guide it's way to her cheek, and he stroked her face and hair, watching as Elizabeth moved her head closer to his hand. She did want this, she did... but something was forcing her back.

He made his way to the door, opening it and stepping back out into the bright world, walking over to where he deposited his shirt and put it back on, buttoning his vest over it. He then made his way over to his office, to relieve himself of his discomfort... all the time thinking about her.

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Elizabeth finally came out of her room when it was time for dinner. Actually, the crew had already grabbed and eaten dinner, but Elizabeth always went after they were done, so that she didn't have to endure there gross eating habits and jokes. The cook always left a plate for her anyway, because he knew that she would be down.

But tonight, there were two plates rather than one sitting out tonight, and she wondered who it belonged to. Her question was answered when hands appeared next to her, grabbing it's plate. Elizabeth didn't need to look up to see who it was, the bejeweled fingers already told her. It was Jack- and he just silently grabbed his plate and walked over to a rickety table, sitting down to begin eating- thankfully, with a fork.

Elizabet hdebated in her mind if she should go over and join him, but there was something that told her not to. So she chose a table on the other side of the room. Jack and her ate in silence. Elizabeth couldn't stand it anymore- not only was he not talking to her, he was not looking at her also, and for some odd reason, that made her mad.

"What's the matter, Jack?" she asked, her voice telling him that she was annoyed.

"Nothing." he said, waving his fork in the air as to dismiss the subject. He still wasn't looking at her, he was intent to have a staring match with his potatoes.

"Then look at me." she said, dropping her fork noisily on the table, folding her hands and placing them underneath her chin.

"I can't." he said simply.

"Why not?"

"Because if I look at you, I'm going to want to kiss you. I am going to want to throw you down onto the ground and kiss the life out of you, and maybe come back for more." he answered truthfully, stabbing his potatoes in frustration. Damn it. Why couldn't he lie to her? She is going to smack him...

...but Elizabeth thought different. She whispered her answer, so Jack could still hear her. "What's stopping you?"

Jack looked up and locked eyes with Elizabeth. She seemed... mature, in a way. She seemed... like she wanted something.

Wanted him.

And he would be happy to oblige.

Jack got up from his table so abrubtly that it not only knocked down the chair, but the table also. Elizabeth stood up and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck immediately, kissing him with the same passion as before. He grabbed her hips, lowering her onto the ground, wheb she broke apart and looked into his eyes.

"It's only a sex thing, right?" she asked, and wondered why she said that. But Jack nodded his head in agreement.

"Only a sex thing." he breathed out huskily, and began attacking her neck and collar bone, untying the ties to her blouse.

And, right there, she knew that when she walked out of this room, she was no longer going to be a virgin. She wiggled under him, getting comfortable.

Jack teased her earlobe, and her neck, feeling with satisfaction as Elizabeth grabbed his head and brought her down to her chest, where he had to break off the contact so he could unbutton her blouse. He savored it- with every button gone, another inch of Elizabeth's beautiful body appeared for him, until he got to his prize. He undid the buttons and pulled the shirt away, glancing at her beautiful breasts before kissing them lightly, nipping her, tasting her, making her feel free.

"Captain! Ye in here?" Gibbs' voice rang out.

Jack and Elizabeth stopped cold, luckily, they were hiding behind tables, so Gibbs wouldn't see them. Jack hesitantly picked up his head from Elizabeth's chest, and Elizabeth quickly buttoned up her shirt, feeling Jack slide off her. He reached up and grabbed Elizabeth's left hand, ripping the ring off her finger and tossing it a little ways away before Elizabeth had a chance to complain. He got on his hands and knees, and motioned for her to do the same, crawling around.

"Right here, Gibbs." Jack picked his head up, and looked at Gibbs with irritation. Elizabeth picked her head up also, making Gibbs' eyes widen. "Don't go get ideas, ye git. Bloody woman lost her bloody ring." Jack said, and picked up her ring. "Here ya go."

"Thanks, Jack." she muttered, and slipped her... engagement... ring on. Was she really about to do what she thought she was about to do?

Gibbs nodded, and ignored the fact that both of them were flushed and both of their lips swollen- but he wouldn't press the matter. It wasn't his place, anyway.

"Sir, do we have a heading?" Gibbs asked, watching Jack and Elizabeth stand up. Elizabeth made her way quickly towards the door.

Jack grabbed the compass and watched the needle. It pointed in the direction Elizabeth went, and so Jack pointed the opposite way. "That way." he gruffed, and saw that Gibbs was still staring at him. "Come on, tute sweet! Git a move on!" Jack ordered, and rushed Gibbs out of the door.

But besides following Gibbs, he walked up to his Captain's quarters, where he knew Elizabeth was. His compass never lies.