Unforgivable

Thank you so much for the reviews, both here and at Tasty Pirates....This was my first attempt and I'm so glad everyone seems to like it!!!! Hugs and kisses go to Desiring Pirates for the loan of her Jack muse....And the *ahem* 'encouragement' from her Purple Stick of Doom......


Gibbs leaned heavily against the wheel and gave a plaintive sigh. His watch had been over for some time…yet here he was. Stomach growling, legs aching, casting hopeful glances at the top of the stairs, listening for the familiar, rolling gait of his approaching Captain.

Nothing. He sighed again, then brightened as Pintel ambled aimlessly into view.

“Cap’n’s ordered you to take ‘is watch!” he barked at the unsuspecting sailor, and Pintel gawked. He opened his mouth to retort but found himself mouthing his protests to thin air as Gibbs ran down the steps and disappeared from view.

As he weaved his way gratefully towards the galley, Gibbs wondered briefly if he should seek out the Captain. It was very unusual for him to miss his turn at the wheel…perhaps he’d fallen into a drunken sleep…or Miss Elizabeth had found him and…..

Gibbs smirked, frowned, then smirked again. Perhaps she’d lost that famous temper of hers and Jack had born the brunt of it….

He was hesitating, torn between his need for food and worry for his Captain, when a noise made him turn to see that self-same Captain very much alive and well, dripping wet and beaming like a child on Christmas morning. Clinging to his hand, the fiery Miss Elizabeth – who now bore close resemble to a drowned rat – offered him a sheepish grin.

Jack tried and failed to wipe the silly smirk from his face. He settled for a nod, and “Mr. Gibbs!”

“Cap’n!” Gibbs responded, then sniffed. The air was heavy with the sweet perfume of rum. “Cap’n?” he began, but closed his mouth abruptly at Jack’s warning glare.

“Nothing to worry about, Mr. Gibbs!” he purred. “Just a little er – accident in the hold….”

At this Elizabeth gave a little squeak, as though her fingers had been tightly squeezed, and Gibbs watched her try in vain to struggle out of Jack’s grasp. For a moment the pair locked eyes and the older man lowered his gaze, feeling suddenly as though he were intruding.

Noticing that Jack had misplaced his belts and his breeches were partially unfastened to reveal a glimpse of tanned belly, he diplomatically shifted his gaze to Miss Elizabeth. It proved a bad move. Most of her shirt buttons appeared to be missing. Gibbs cleared his throat self-consciously and decided it was time to make his exit.


He was halted in his escape by Jack’s imperious shout.


“Mr. Gibbs!!! It’s your watch man!! What the buggering hell are you doing here?”


Reluctantly Gibbs turned back and gave an apologetic shrug.


“My watch finished, Cap’n. ‘Bout an hour ago…”


“Ah.” Embarrassment flickered fleetingly across Jack’s face and was quickly replaced with a cocky grin.


“Change of plan!” he announced. “So…er…who is steering my ship?”


“Pintel,” Gibbs muttered, and Jack winced.


“’Nother change of plan!” he muttered, trying to stride past, but Elizabeth pulled him back.


“Jack!” she hissed. “You promised me water. And dry clothes. For BOTH of us!”


Jack widened his eyes and pouted.


“But luv…!” he whined. “It’s me ship….an’ that daft mutinous bugger...”


Elizabeth glared. “Don’t pull that face at me, Jack Sparrow…” she warned, and he gave a childish “Mmmph!”


Gibbs waited patiently as the battle of wills was silently fought. Finally Jack, with a sigh and a sidelong glance at Elizabeth, announced;


“We’ll be needing water. And cloths. And blankets.” Then as Elizabeth gave a smug little smile, “Bring them to the helm, Mr. Gibbs. Then get yerself and the rest of the crew below decks. And STAY there.”


He glanced at Elizabeth, who was mouthing in disbelief. “Have to protect Miss Swan’s modesty, as it were…..OUCH!” Her fist connected with his arm. He stepped hurriedly out of range, and held up a warning finger.

“That’s not nice, luv!” he admonished, then winked suggestively. “You better go get us some dry clothes from me cabin…..unless you fancy being naked on the deck…”

Blushing furiously, Elizabeth fled, managing to bump against Jack as she went and making him stagger.

“Bloody violent woman!” he complained, and Gibbs shook his head, laughing.


Elizabeth hovered behind the door of Jack’s cabin, desperate to go and get clean but not wanting to leave her hiding place until all the crew had disappeared below decks. The rum was drying to a fine, sticky glaze that tightened her skin; her clothes and hair were sodden with the stuff and she smelt like a Tortuga tavern.

Her lips tingled from his ardent kisses and she pressed a hand to her mouth, still reeling from the events of the past hour. There was another scent clinging to her fingers, below the stench of rum. She realised it was from him, from that secret part of him she’d touched, that part of him which had given them both so much pleasure.

The thought sent a surge of warmth to her belly and she clenched her thighs together, achingly aware of the faint lingering pain between her legs. She closed her eyes, remembering how good it had felt once the first shock of his entry dissipated - and the beautiful, naked passion etched on his face when he climaxed, spilling heat deep inside her body.

Impatient to see him now, to touch him again, she peered out of the cabin, gave a cursory glance left and right, then hurried to the helm and her Captain.

Jack had tied off the wheel and was standing at the rail, gazing out at the ocean with a half-smile on his face. Elizabeth moved up beside him and he slung an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her temple.

“Lizzie my love?” he murmured softly, and she felt herself begin to melt.

He turned her to face him, staring deep into her eyes. She gulped nervously.

“Lizzie…..I have to tell you something…”

Elizabeth’s heart thudded in her chest.

“Tell me, Jack!” she whispered eagerly.

He bent his head to her ear, brushing it with his lips as he whispered,

“You smell bloody awful!”

Before she had time to react Jack skipped smartly out of her reach, arms raised in defense as she lunged at him.

“You! You! Despicable…HORRIBLE!!! Bloody…PIRATE!!” she screeched, but he held her blows off with ease, giggling infuriatingly.


Catching hold of her wrists he jerked her towards him and clamped his mouth across hers, silencing her instantly. She slumped in his arms as his tongue played inside her mouth, twining with hers and turning her insides to jelly.

When he finally he pulled away he was smiling, his eyes dark with desire.


“Time to get out of these wet clothes, luv!” he told her, his fingers already busy with the remaining buttons on her shirt. She stood passively, noticing with a satisfied smile that his fingers trembled slightly. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, caressing her skin as he went, then let the garment drop to the floor and pulled her in for another kiss.

Elizabeth snaked her hands around his hips and drew him closer, feeling his hardness press against her belly. He moaned, eyes widening then closing again as he deepened the kiss.

When he finally released her they were both breathless. She found herself unable to look away, caught in the depths of his nearly black eyes. With wordless consent she reached for his coat as he began to pull at her bindings, working in hurried silence, each desperate to finish the task.

“Finally!” Jack breathed, as the bindings fell away, and he lowered his gaze to drink her in, shaking his head in wonderment. His fingertips traced the curve of her breast with a feather light touch and she couldn’t repress a shiver. Raising his eyes to her face again he gave a smile of incredible sweetness.

“So beautiful!” he murmured. “Even more than I imagined…”

Elizabeth felt her breath catch in her throat. She ran her hands across his bared chest, tanned and smooth beneath her fingers between the scars.

“You imagined me naked then, Captain Sparrow?” she whispered, letting her fingers trail down to his belly, exposed by his half-fastened breeches.

“From the first day I met you…” he smirked, then drew in a sharp breath as she lowered her hand and cupped him gently.

“You’re over-dressed, Captain,” she scolded, then laughed as he stumbled in his haste to remedy the situation. Pulling off her own boots and breeches, Elizabeth had a brief moment of doubt – was she REALLY stripping naked on the deck of The Pearl? Then she looked at him, standing proud and gloriously nude before her, and all doubt vanished.

“Better than I imagined too, Jack!” she grinned, forcing herself to focus on his face and not his……

She gulped, feeling suddenly, ridiculously shy. As if sensing her discomfort he turned away, granting her a view of his very fine rear as he bent to retrieve something from the floor.

“Come here, Lizzie!” he told her, and she obeyed. On the deck before him were two wooden buckets full of water, a few blankets and a small pile of rags, one of which, she saw, he’d plunged into the water and was now dripping in his hand.

He motioned for her to sit and she shook one of the blankets out then sank onto it, her back propped against the sun baked rail. Jack gently pushed her legs apart and settled between them - then gave a look of such innocence that she was immediately alarmed. Before she could move he’d swung the wet rag over her stomach, spraying icy cold drops of water across her hot skin.

She shrieked and shoved him away.

“Sorry luv…did you want it warmed up?” he asked solicitously, trying desperately to hold in his giggles.

Elizabeth snatched the rag and swatted him with it, scowling.

“Jack Sparrow, you are the most annoying, childish, irritating man it has ever been my misfortune to meet!” she spat petulantly.

He reached forward to cup her chin in his hands, leaning in to brush his nose gently against hers.

“Aye…” he growled softly. “And you love me for it, don’t you?”

“Jack! I….” she began, then stopped abruptly as his words sunk in. Leaning her forehead against his she sighed helplessly. “Oh Jack!”

He nuzzled her ear, rum-soaked dreads brushing stickily against her cheek, trying to distract her from the fact that the ‘L’ word had just slipped unbidden from his mouth.

Sliding her arms around him she pulled him close, needing for that moment just to be held. He gave in to her briefly then pushed her away to trace his knuckles gently down her cheek, along the column of her throat, across her collar bone.

She watched breathlessly as he cupped her breast in his hand, her breath hitching as he rubbed his thumb across her nipple, sending delightful tremors coursing through her body.

He held her gaze.

“If the water’s too cold for you luv…..We’ll have to find another way to get you clean, won’t we?”

And Jack bent his head to her breasts, braids and trinkets brushing her thighs as he tasted her.

“Mmmm….delicious….rum-flavoured Lizzie…” he mumbled happily.

Lizzie watched him suckle and tease at her nipples, the sight of him nuzzling her there almost as erotic as the sensation of his warm tongue caressing her skin.

Needing to touch him again, she shifted forward a little and reached for his thighs, running both hands tentatively upwards towards his groin.

Jack grunted against her skin, reaching down to seize her fingers and guide them to where he needed them most.

She held him gently, thrilling at the heat of him, vibrant and throbbing with life.

“More!” he groaned, and cautiously she tightened her grip.

He pressed his hand over hers and squeezed.

“Like that, luv. Harder. Feels so good like that. Ye won’t hurt me…”

His voice trailed off into a gasp of pleasure as she took his advice.

Elizabeth felt heady with lust and power. In addition to moving her fist firmly up and down his length, she discovered that brushing her fingers across the tip caused him to throw back his head with a silent gasp; gently cupping the heavy sac at the base elicited a deep-throated groan, and running her fingers around the rim caused him to twitch and jerk in her hands, his expression almost one of pain.

Jack gave in to the wonderful sensations that coursed through his body as she explored him, his fantasy made real. His groans become louder as he thrust against her fingers, self-control slipping away.

She whispered his name and he seized her hand, gripping it hard as he gasped for breath, battling with himself. After he few moments he raised his eyes to find her watching him, her expression curious and a little concerned.

“You….” he panted, smiling, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me…..Ruin my reputation, you will…”

She arched an eyebrow. “Reputation, Captain Sparrow?”

“Aye, luv. Want me to show you how I earnt it?”

Elizabeth licked her lips, raised her chin and gave him a challenging look.

“I think you’d better!” she told him with a grin, then moaned as he rose to the challenge, stroking her with fingers and tongue, making her burn for him. By the time he had touched her everywhere but that place she yearned to be touched most she was shaking with desire, silently pleading with him.

At last his fingers pressed firmly against her damp curls for a delightful moment before sliding lower to rub and circle and tease, gradually increasing the pace until she bucked helplessly against his hand.

Elizabeth reached for him blindly, needing him to anchor her before she was lost and he grabbed her flailing hand, feeling her grip tighten as her body stiffened and arched in ecstasy. His mouth found her nipple again, sucking hard and she screamed, her body pulsing and contracting around his fingers.

Finally she collapsed against him, head lolling against his chest, her body limp and sweating. He gave her a few moments to recover, then dropped a gentle kiss on her bent head and released her. Crawling to her side he knelt back, grabbed her hips and pulled her in front of him.

Taking a deep breath Jack lifted her backwards to straddle his thighs, using one hand to pull her closer and the other to guide himself to her entrance.

“Sit down, Lizzie!” he begged, and she obliged, taking him inside herself with agonising slowness. They groaned in unison as he slid home and he had to pause for a moment as he felt her muscles grip him.

He wrapped his hands around her hips and helped her to rock against him, allowing himself to slip almost all the way out before pulling her down to swallow him again. His thrusts were slow, almost lazy, and Lizzie cried out as the unbearable friction sent shockwaves through her body.

Pulling her down into his lap again he held her there, tight against him and she pressed down, wriggling impatiently.

He whimpered in response, then croaked, “Helm!”

“Mmmm?”

Jack moistened his lips and tried again.

“Wheel, Lizzie….’pology…..rum…..wheel…..Captain’s…. orders…”

“Oh…. yes….” Realization dawned and she carefully lifted herself off him, feeling bereft at the loss.

He staggered to his feet, grabbed her by the shoulders and propelled her almost at a run towards the wheel.

“Jack! Slow down!” she laughed, stumbling against him. His arms slid round her waist, his head resting on her shoulder.

“Can’t, Lizzie!” he whispered plaintively. “Can’t wait much longer…”

She looked at him and the expression in his half-closed eyes sent a fresh flood of desire racing through her. Leaning forward to briefly capture that tantalizing mouth with her own, she pulled back just far enough to whisper, “Show me!”