Sparrabeth: Needing the Unwanted

hey everyone. here's chapter two, hope you enjoy it.

Thanks for the revieuws so far, they really helped me through this plotline which is really still developing. I have no idea where this story will end up!

Enjoy!





Jack was addictive. Some kind of drug she just couldn’t get enough of. As the kiss deepened again she remembered the way he used to make her laugh. That time, before she’d betrayed him by shackling him to the mast, was the best time of her life. She had been free. Free because he had come into her life and he had set her loose, more than Will ever could.

She closed her eyes and pressed her body closer to his, raking her hands over his naked, tattooed chest, wondering at the muscles that jumped underneath her touch, wondered about the deep grumbling sounds he made deep in his throat. They were alone, alone on the wide, wide ocean and Jack knew that this was his chance.

As by a miracle she had just forgotten Will. Forgotten she was married to the man, forgotten she had promised herself to be his for the rest of their lives. His eternal life, her mortal life.

Jack pulled her away from the mast while his hands carefully weighed her breasts in his palm, softly rubbing his thumbs over the nipples that stood erect underneath her cotton shirt. Elizabeth moaned and suddenly needed to be closer to him than the shirt would allow.

“Jack! Get this off me, please!” She mumbled against his wet lips, that were swollen from their long kiss.

While passion took hold of them the last rational thoughts were blown from her mind.

I am married to Will. What am I doing?

She told the inner voice to shut up because Jack Sparrow made her feel things she had never experienced in Will’s hands.

“Help me wiv this, love.” Jack drawled, his voice still rum sodden but also heated and full of a deep desire that made her shiver in the hot night.

Jack stripped her of her shirt, and in light of the rising moon her breasts were fully exposed to a man for the very first time in her life.

And she was not disappointed. Jack’s mouth fell open as he himself went down on his knees, dragging her with him to the board planks of the swaying ships’ deck.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and did not see Jack’s tender gaze rake over her exposed chest.

“Ye’r beautiful, Lizzie. Jus’ perfect.”

Elizabeth heard the words but refused to believe it was really him who said this to her.

Oh, she was doing wrong. She knew it but did no longer care. Especially when his hand stroked her breasts, and then her sides and glided lower towards the belt of her breeches.

“Are you certain, Lizzie?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Ain’t gonna end well, you know, love.”

“I know. But I want this!”

He thought of a sentence he had said to her a long time ago, the first time he saw her in man’s clothes. “Is this what you want most?”

Elizabeth realized he was playing and grabbed a handful of dreadlocks, pulling him down towards her face for another deep, overwhelming kiss.

“Oh yes.” She whispered and he was lost.

Lost in a sea of emotions he didn’t know he could sail. He didn’t know existed!

God, how he wanted her! It drove him mad. It drove him to yank her breeches down to her ankles and she leaned forward from her lying position to dispose of them properly.

Jack set back on his heels and watched her, his cock swiftly coming to full life in his breeches, that were getting tighter by the second.

“Is’t alright if I touch ye there, Lizziebeth?”

Elizabeth laughed playfully. “Well isn’t that what you intended all along, Jack?”

Jack leaned over to her and placed openmouthed kisses on her pink nipples. “I thought so.” He mumbled and slid his hands slowly around her legs to the apex of her thighs.

Give me a break, he thought as she yanked on his breeches, trying desperately to set her sights on that object of him that had always secretly fascinated her.

As a good governors daughter she was strictly forbidden to even think of such things but she had never been able to help herself where Jack Sparrow was concerned.

Jack ignored her tries to rid him of the superfluous cloth for now and concentrated on getting her mind focused on the pleasure he was trying to give her.

The damned wench wasn’t even paying attention!

“Lizzie, stop yankin’ on me breeches and let go now!”

Elizabeth, surprised by his heated words, let go of his trousers and frowned, desperately trying to ignore his hands that had wandered to places where no mans hand had ever been.

“Let go of what?”

“Your thoughts, luv. They’re distractin’ us.”

Elizabeth laid her head down on the boards of the plank and looked up at his face, resting inches above hers.

“Kiss me, Jack. Make me forget everything for now.”

And he did. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly the way only Captain Jack could kiss a woman he desired and let his hands continue the journey to her secrets.

As his callused fingers softly played with the dark brown curls at the apex of her thighs, she gasped and forgot the world.

The tips of his fingers probed gently in the rhythm that his mouth kept. He pushed his tongue in to touch hers and his fingers delved deeper.

Jack did not know what came over him. His groin was aching, his cock throbbing with the need for her but he told it to keep it calm because today would not be his day. Tonight would be for her and her alone. She needed to get addicted to him so she would return.

He set his mind to seducing her but was overwhelmed by her responsiveness. As his fingers probed the soft and very wet flesh of her womanhood she rocked her hips in an age old rhythm that told him she was a novice at this game. The stupid whelp had never ever tried to do this to her.

Jack grinned through the intense kiss they shared and started driving her really mad with desire.

His fingers entered her slowly, going in first just a small part while he broke the kiss and started spreading openmouthed kisses along her jaw and neck, lower to her right shoulder and eventually he placed his hot mouth over her aching breasts as his fingers went deep, as deep as possible. He felt her inner muscles close frantically over his fingers and clutching to keep him there, unknowingly wanting for something else entirely.

Jack moaned deep low in his throat and the sound vibrated through his chest. Elizabeth brought her wandering hands to his head, grasping dreadlocks where they were attached to his real, soft hair, overwhelmed by the feelings inside her. She was new to this game and her experience so far was utterly and entirely not satisfying. She missed something very important.

She rocked her head to his probing rhythm, rocked her hips upward in experimental thrusts, meeting his fingers halfway as they began their journey inwards again.

And suddenly something new. Besides his two fingers inside her, his wet mouth on her breasts, she felt his thumb start to swirl around and around her pearl. Her breath caught and she wanted nothing more than him to touch the knob! She needed to know how it would feel, needed to know if she would explode with a pleasure so exquisite she would and could never forget this warm Caribbean night.

Jack circled his rough thumb around her wet clitoris and hummed a deep vibrating tone of pleasure. Although he himself was straining to gain and keep his control, he hadn’t left his breeches on for nothing, he knew she was coming closer and closer.

Her breathing became labored and came in short sobs of a pleasure so close to pain it was almost unbearable. He knew what she was experiencing, he knew the helpless feeling of just being unable to topple of that blasted edge better than anyone. For months now, he found no pleasure in pleasuring himself anymore. He needed a woman’s touch, a woman’s hot mouth, not his own hard hand.

She was experiencing the very same thing right now, but he intended, like a gentleman should, to help her find completion.

Elizabeth sobbed helplessly, her head thrashing from side to side, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm against his hand, trying to make him press harder, trying to make him touch her knob.

“Jack-” She gasped as his movements accelerated in exactly the rhythm she wanted, she needed.

His mouth left her breasts and his hand replaced it there, though cold air kissed her nipples and made them ache even more.

His thumb and forefinger pinched the nipples until they had reached their full fullness and height.

His other hand dipped deeper into her womanhood, making her back arch like a dancer’s would.

Jack whispered close to her ear: “Come for me, Lizzie, my sweet.”

At that moment his thumb pressed down on her clitoris and started rubbing the tiny bud with all the speed he could muster from his tiring hand.

Elizabeth screamed, arching her back higher than ever, throwing her hips upward in a surging motion and moaned.

Jack removed his hand carefully from her womanhood and with his tongue began licking her honey of his fingers. She tasted like woman. Perfect.

As she slumped down again in the aftermath of her first given orgasm and waited till her heartbeat slowed back to normal she fully realized what his actions meant.

He had not taken her. Was that of consideration for William? No, she could not imagine such a thing. Jack would never be so unselfish as to let Will have her virginity.

Wait a minute! She was talking about herself as if she was an object to be passed around between the two men!

Her unrighteous anger flared.

She got up and grabbed her clothes as quickly as she could, putting them on hastily.

Her knees were still weak, her heart was still speeding and Jack was standing stock-still at the railing, staring out into the dark blue night.

Did he know?

“You can go, Elizabeth. I’ll call him for ye. E’ll come soon.”

“Considerate of you, Jack.” Was all she could manage. The moon enhanced the shape of his muscular body to perfection. She quickly pulled her cotton shirt over her head and tried to tame her hair into something that did not look wild.

“He’s called. He’ll be here in a few minutes.” Jack said and stooped to pick up his discarded hat and shirt. “I’ll be in me cabin.”

“Jack?” He turned around and looked at her, deeply, passionate. “How did you do it?”

“Magic fingers, luv.”

“No, not that!” She blushed and was grateful for the dark. His fingers she could not wait to forget! It had been wrong. Oh, so utterly wrong! “I meant calling Will!”

“Got me magic elsewhere too, Lizzie. Now, get yurself tidied up for ‘im.”

Elizabeth clutched the shirt to her bosom that was still tender from his loving.

There was nothing more to say. It had been wrong.

As Jack walked to his cabin, remarkably straight for once, slowly tears started to stream down her face.

“Oh, Will. What have I done?” Elizabeth sank down on the deck and willed herself to lose the sated feeling that was flooding through her body. Jack had made her feel alive in a way that was really meant to be Will’s duty and doing, not Jack’s!

While Elizabeth sobbed in self-pity, Jack stumbled down the stairs angrily and slammed the door of his cabin shut with a loud bang that made the ship shake on the calm water.

Had he deserved this? No! He had not! He had forgiven the bloody wench for doing some terrible things to him, such as leaving him to die, and leaving him to be viciously mutinied upon, again, and what had she repaid him with? Giving herself to him, quite unexpectedly, and then turning away from him as if he were poison? What kind of passion was this?

He felt it, oh god yes: his cock was still aching madly with unspent desire, desire for her, but he had to fight this feeling. He had intended to make her forget Will for just a few minutes so that she would remember him, until the day she died but no. He had failed, he guessed.

Refusing to give in to his aching desire, knowing relief would not really be a relief now.

Suddenly the ship rocked from waves that crashed onto its side and Jack knew Will Turner had arrived to take his blasted bride of his precious pearl.

He heard distant voices, very recognizable Will and Elizabeth’s and did not try to listen to what they were saying.

After what seemed like endless minutes the ship rocked again and he knew Will had dived again, but this time just for a few seconds, just to gain speed and get away from the Pearl before Elizabeth’s breath ran out.

Inconsiderate bastard.

Jack slumped down in his chair behind the desk and grabbed the full bottle of rum that awaited him to drown his troubles in.

As he put the bottle to his lips and gulped down some of the burning liquid his senses seemed to clear and he could think straight again.

He had to set things right. Soon, Will would drop Elizabeth off on Shipwreck Island and get down to business again and she would be alone.

And that, Jack figured, was his time to strike. Out of nothing, out of the darkness.

But now, he concluded as he got to his feet and set the bottle down on the desk again, was the time to get this blasted ship moving.

He put on his greatcoat and hat against the chilling night and set to work.



Posting some new stuff later this week, i promise!