My Name

Title: My Name
Rated R
Warning: Sex( Will/Elizabeth), mild cussing (if any)
Summary: Elizabeth figures out who it was who made her feel that way, and now she can't get him out of her mind.
Notes : I was wondering if someone can do fanart for this story, please? I'm not feeling so hot today... kinda... blah and sick... Anyway, I wasn't planning on writing another chapter. But I got inspired, and it wouldn't leave my brain. I was going to post two and three, but two and three were short chapters so I decided to squish them together.
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MY NAME Chapter Two
Elizabeth felt that there was no one else in the bed with her, and heard the door click open and close, and the person running away. That was not like Will- Will was adventerous in bed, and he would want to stay and see how far he could take her. Unless Will was feeling sick, or something... she was concerned, she needed to get dressed and go find him.
Quickly, she untied the blindfold from her eyes and threw it on the bed, then got up and grabbed her pants. As she was pulling them on, bent over, she saw exactly what her blindfold was... it was red, with a peice of eight on it... the only person to have a bandana like that on this ship was...
"Jack?" Elizabeth, still topless, reached out and picked up the bandana carefully.
Most definitely, it was his bandana. It was red but worned in some places, the ends were frayed from flipping around in the wind, and the peice of eight given to him by his father was clipped to the top corner. Jack Sparrow, Jack was in here and touching her...
She should be upset, furious that he had the nerve to come in and have his way with her. Only- he didn't. He left in a hurry, his guilt obviously had caught up with him and he decided to high tail it out of there. She should feel angry, and go tell Will what had happened.
But she decided not to. Jack didn't do anything, really... well, he did do things, but he didn't go all the way. He came to his senses and left. There was still a bit of honor left in the pirate, she guessed, and she would keep this a secret. Later, when the crew is asleep and Will had passed out, she would leave and go return his bandana. She would tell him it was just between them, and she wasn't mad. Just, to never do that again.
There it was.
Elizabeth's secret.
Jack Sparrow had touched her and she had enjoyed it. Elizabeth sat down on the bed and laid the red cloth on her lap, and stared at it. It wouldn't do anything, it would just lay there, but suddenly she wished that the pirate it belonged to was wearing it, and kneeling in front of her...
Elizabeth's fingers started ghosting over the spots where he touched her. He had touched her with so much care, and gentleness... quite unlike the way she thought Jack would touch people. Like he couldn't believe she was there and reacting to his touch that way. Her fingertips felt cool against her skin, and she rubbed them along her cheek and across her lips. She should have known his kiss, it was demanding and tasted of sea and rum. But Will was starting to taste the same way, but now that she thought about it, there was a difference between thier lips. Elizabeth rubbed along her neck with her whole hand, gasping as she felt his warm lip trail hot kisses down to her chest, where he greedily took her nipple in his mouth.
She began pinching and rolling her nipple in her fingers, when she realized what she was doing. It was bad enough that she enjoyed what Jack did to her, she didn't need to repeat it to herself! Elizabeth should keep it out of her mind and move on with Will. Will's caresses should make her feel hot, not Jack's... she was engaged to Will, she loved Will. Not Jack, even though she thought of him fondly from time to time.
Elizabeth got up and walked calmly to her small dresser in the cabin. She opened the drawer when she heard shouting and something that sounded like glass breaking. She jumped a little and yelped... maybe she should wait until tomorrow, sometime, to give Jack his bandana back. Elizabeth stuffed his red hair piece in her drawer and closed the drawer when Will walked in, smiling at his fiancee.
"What a nice shirt you have on, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked confused and looked down- she forget that she didn't put on a shirt yet! But no matter, Will had seen her naked many times before, and there was no one with him. He quickly closed the door to block any unwanted stares, and locked it. He only locked the door when he wanted one thing: her.
"I've been thinking of you all day."
Elizabeth smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck when he came near. "That doesn't surprise me. I am unforgettable."
Will chuckled and kissed her, and Elizabeth noticed that it lacked something. It lacked a fire, a forcefullness that Jack had kissed her with. Not that she was comparing or anything, Will's kiss was nice, but... there could be something a little more.
"Mmmm!" Will pulled away from her suddenly forceful kiss and grinned. "Seems like you were thinking of me, too."
Elizabeth quickly smiled, and pressed herself against his body. "I missed you, that's all." Elizabeth guided his hand up to her bare breast and smiled when he held it firmly in his hand. "You were gone for hours..."
"I'm sorry." Will's eyes began to darken, and he led Elizabeth over to their bed. "I promise, I'm not going to leave you tonight."
They fell into the similar pattern of kisses, touches and groans, and soon her and Will had their flushed bodies pressed together, Will probing at her opening. Elizabeth's mouth widened when he entered her in one thrust, and lifted her hips to try and have more contact.
Will began moving, in and out, kissing her neck where Jack had kissed her before... Jack...
I wonder how he feels, deep inside. Bigger than Will, probably... Elizabeth's eyes widened, what am I doing?
"Oh, Elizabeth..." Will sighed, breathing hotly on her ear. "I love being inside of you... god, you feel so perfect around me..."
Elizabeth sighed, but not in pleasure. Suddenly, it wasn't exciting. Will paid her no mind, he was busy pleasing himself, not watching her face. She looked bored, and began playing with Will's longish hair...
...Jack's hair is much longer than this. I wonder if it is spongey. Maybe it's coarse, like rope. Oh, Jack...
"Oh..." Elizabeth moaned, freeing herself to think of the pirate. It was the only way she could get through this.
"Yes, my love, I know..." Will whispered, speeding up him movements.
Only it wasn't Will who was ontop of her. In her mind, it was the dark man who was right next door- probably getting drunk, or panicking...
"Please... harder..."
Will went faster and began pounding into Elizabeth, feeling his completion coming. Not to long now...
"J-" Elizabeth broke off in a moan, and raked her nails across Will's back. "Oh, sweet Jesus..."
"Oh, Elizabeth..." Will began chanting her name, and was sent over the edge when he felt Elizabeth's wall clench around him. "Elizabeth!"
"Nnnn..." Elizabeth bit her lips, and felt her orgasm rock her body.
"Don't hold back, my love, please..." Will thrusted once more in her, and held onto her tight as he released his seed.
"JACK!" Elizabeth suddenly screamed, and moaned. "Oh, Jack..."
Will didn't need any time to recover from his recent romp. He stared into Elizabeth's face, who was still experiencing shocks, and frowned. It wasn't until Will growled in annoyance and withdrew that Elizabeth realized what she had done.
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Jack was busy thinking of a way to get his bandana back and still be in one piece when he heard them starting up.
Jezzis, tha didn't take long!
Jack ignored them, but found it hard to do so when he was just so recently laying next to her warm body... but it wasn't you she was thinking of, mate, was it? No, it was bloody William.
Now how am I suppose to think when they are carrying on like that?
Jack pressed his hands on his ears and sat down with his back turned away from the wall. But that proved useless, and slightly childish too, and he gave up on that. He just wouldn't think of it... he would think on something else, like...
"JACK! Oh, Jack..."
Like Lizzie screaming me name. Jack sighed, and went to stand up. Then he froze. LIZZIE'S SCREAMING ME NAME?
He heard the silence, a dangerous silence. Then there was a pounding, a scurry, and a door opening and slamming shut.
"Oh... SHIT!" Jack cursed, and began searching for his sword. Any second now, Will was going to burst through his door and swing at him, and Jack wanted to be prepared. Sure enough, the second he found his cutlass, Will was barging in redfaced and half naked. He swung at Jack, who blocked the blow in near time and kicked the younger lad in the gut.
"WILL!" Elizabeth had appeared in the cabin now, a long shirt thrown carelessly over her body, and lunged herself onto Will's back. They both fell down, Lizzie underneath, and Jack heard the ugly sound of her head connecting with the hard floor. Will got up and freed himself from Elizabeth's grip, who latched onto his legs, bringing them down.
"Let GO of me, you wench!" Will screamed, his face red and angry tears pouring down his face. "You didn't say my name!"
"That's because-"
"No!" Will bellowed, and kicked himself out of her grip again. He lunged at Jack, who met his swings blow by blow, backing up and trying to get Will to go out on deck. Soon, by sheer dumb luck, Jack managed to kick William's sword out of his hand and pointed his blade at Will's neck.
Please, luv, tell me ye didn't tell him... Jack feared the worst, but why would she scream his name when Will's was so worn on her lips?
"WILL! Please-" Elizabeth pleaded, now able to get Will's full attention. "-Jack is inoccent! Please, listen to me!"
I am?
"He is?"
"Yes! It was my fault, entirely, Jack and I never did anything before! Believe me, you should be swinging your blade at me, not Jack!"
See, lad? Completely inoccent. Jack gave Will a reassuring smile, which he hoped didn't look to fake. Not a blush about me name...
"It was all me, Will, I was... I was fantisizing him." Elizabeth looked extremely guilty, but it was obvious she wasn't lying- well, about the fantasizing part. The part where Jack never did anything to her?
She's lying fer me... Jack felt his heart jump. Maybe she'll say me name now... oh, what am I kidding?!
"Captian Sparrow." Will stated, stiffly. He extended a hand, and after a moment's hesitation, Jack accepted it in a rather curt handshake. "I do hope you accept my apologies."
"Nothing ta it, mate!" Jack grinned, and dropped Will's hand. It felt like it was burning him, he found he'd rather like it if Will knew. Maybe then I'd get a chance with Lizzie, fer real this time... shut up shut up shut up!
"It was rash, what I did." Will didn't sound like he meant it.
"I'd have done the same thing. No worries, no hard feelings." Jack leaned in close, flashing that golden glint of his. I just want to bed ya woman fer real, now. "Many time I had men chase after me fer the same reason. Just, never on me own ship before."
Will threw a murderous look over at Elizabeth before leaving to return to their cabin. Jack watched as the younger man stormed away, he imagined a dark rain cloud surrounding him. Well, that was his mood, anyhow. Then he realized something.
He was alone with Elizabeth.
Just the thought of it, and remembering that she had just wonderfully and successfully lied for him, made all the blood rush down to his groin. Jack felt the hairs pick up at the back of his neck, she was staring at him from behind. Slowly, he turned to her and gave her a cautious smile. She didn't return it, but she wasn't staring daggers at him either. Jack took that as a good sign.
Elizabeth played with the end of her shirt, looking for the right words to say. Jack didn't want to speak, he wanted to lift that shirt up and stare at her naked beauty one more time. He made no move to do so, though in his mind he did, and she started taking light steps towards the door.
As she passed him, Jack caught her hand and halted her for a bit. Elizabeth looked up from his hand to his face, and was surprised by it. His features were dark, but trusting and thankful for what she just did. He was thanking her, silently, and in his own way that just reminded her who he was: a pirate, but a good man.
With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Elizabeth left to go see her fiancee.
Jack stared at the door in which she left through for a couple of moments, hearing raised voices and some scurrying sounds in the room next to him. He heard his voice, dark and strained; her voice, sorrowful and pleading. He heard him slam the door shut and heard her heart break, reducing her to tears.
She still wants him. Jack silently closed the door, seeing Will's tall form walk across the deck. He sighed and sat on his bed, incredibly depressed again. After what she did... she still wants him.
I can never win.
A/N: Well, this was suppose to be four parts, but as I said before, Chapter Two and Three were so short that I decided to smush them together. Yet again, what was suppose to be a one shot turned into another longish-short story. Only one more part to this, where there better be a consumation, or I am going down to the Caribbean and kicking some ass.