The Chinese New Year

A/N: I didn't bother editing it so doesn't yell at me. I'm too lazy.

Chapter Twenty Two

Jack hovered over Liz, feeling her hands run down his back. He was kissing her like they would die tomorrow, and intended to do more than just that. And he enjoyed it- so far, their bodies were only rubbing up against eachother, but the contact of her skin against his made his every limb sigh with ecstacy.

Liz's hand trailed down and she lightly stroked Jack, feeling him, testing his size. Of course, she had nothing to compare it to, but she could automatically tell that Jack was bigger than the normal male. Call it 'woman's intuition'. She gently guided him over to her entrance, and prepared herself for the pain that was going to come.

But it didn't.

"Jack?" she asked, sounding like she was drowning. "What's wrong?"

Jack looked into her heavy eyes, feeling his eyes becoming heavy too. "Are ye sure ye want to do this? Because once I do, you can never git it back..." Jack motioned to the door. "Besides, Will would know..."

"So?" Elizabeth sighed. "He already knows we're not engaged anymore, due to what he saw. So what's stopping us?"

Jack twirled those thoughts around in his head and agreed with her. "Nothing."

Elizabeth kissed Jack, and felt him slowly glide into her... oh, god it hurt... a red pain flashed before her eyes, and she cried out in pain, biting her lip. Jack kissed her on top of her forehead and held her close, waiting for her to mold against him. When she did, he began to slowly move, taking himself out and entering her again, this time, she didn't cry in pain. Her mouth was shaped like an 'o', enjoying the feel of something new, something she had waited for... and her chest began to hurt.

"Ow..." she said, and clutched her breast.

Jack slowed his movements and looked down. He noticed that he was still holding her close, and that her chest must have been hurting. Jack gently layed her back down onto the table. and placed his hands right above her shoulders, lifting his body up slightly so he wouldn't rub up against her sore. He picked up his movements again, and within seconds, Elizabeth found out that she could very easily move with him. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as he moved inside her, making her feel...

...wonderful.

Everything Jack did made her feel wonderful. When he kissed her, for that brief moment, she felt wonderful and that nothing could hurt her. She never felt that in Will's kisses- they had actually started to become more like a job than enjoyable things. When Jack told her he loved her for the first time, even in that dire situation, she felt wonderful. When he reached out for her, held her close, stayed by her side and cleaned her bandages for her (she was awake enough to know that Jack changed them every morning), she couldn't help but feel wonderful. Free. Exciting. Loved.

Wanted.

He wanted her, and now, he had her. She smiled into Jack's chest and felt herself boil from the sheer pleasure he was giving her. He moaned, and thrusted deeper in her, filling her, pleasing her. She arched her head back, and he brought his mouth down on her neck. Jack lightly kissed and sucked on her, causing a red mark to appear, to let everyone know that she was his and he had taken her. She gasped as he licked the sore spot he just made, and brought her hips up, feeling a new, fantastic sensation rise up her.

She began moaning and crying, a trail of curses that she didn't even know she knew falling out of her mouth. Jack whimpered in his throat when she ran her nails down his arms, cutting him, bleeding him, making him feel pain.

An exquisite pain.

Now her hands were moving along his back, cutting him, making him feel more pain. He didn't care. A couple of scratches was worth it.

"Holy... gah..." Elizabeth bit her lip, feeling the end come near. Jack was thrusting faster now, keeping up with Elizabeth, and with each movement, she cursed.

"Oh, God! Oh..." Elizabeth moaned louder. She shook and cried when she felt all her desires run out of her, and cried out one last time. "JACK!"

Jack growled and released himself, spilling into her. He gently slid out of her, and looked down, seeing what he did to her maidenhood. And smiled.

"Yer such a pirate..." he growled, and smirked when Elizabeth roughly kissed him, tears falling down her face from the most defining moment she had ever had.

"I love you..." she whispered onto his mouth. He grinned, and kissed her again.

"Feeling's mutual, luv."

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Roughly about thirty minutes after Will had seen the most disturbing thing in his life, Will was standing on the less crowded part of the ship, watching The Search inch closer. The wind was picking up, blowing Will's dark locks out of his face, and he tried to concentrate on forming a plan for when Teng caught up with them.

Everytime he tried to concetrate, that image popped into his mind. That disturbing image. It made him feel sick. Apparently, he couldn't give Elizabeth what she wanted, so she had to go somewhere else. She had to run into the arms of Jack Sparrow, that vile pirate-

Will sighed. He knew that he hadn't payed her enough attention, even when they were together. Jack was what Elizabeth wanted, what she needed... and Will wasn't like that.

Will wasn't a pirate.

"Will."

Hearing his name, Will turned around and saw Jack stand behind him, a flush across his face. He looked winded, tired...

Ah. I know why. "Basking in the afterglow?" Will snapped, and Jack put his hands up in surrender.

"Don't wanta fight wit' ya, mate. Just wanted to let you know- I'm not sorry for what ye saw." Will closed his eyes, ignoring Jack. "I care very deeply fer Lizzie- er, Elizabeth. So when I had the chance to take her, to call her my own, I took it." Jack moved to stand right next to Will. "You would have done the same thing."

Will fidgeted next to Jack. Being around the older man made him feel slightly uncomfortable, but he understood what he was saying.

"I had that chance." Will answered, and lowered his voice. "I just chose to ignore it."

Jack gently took the spyglass from Will and looked through it. "He's getting closer." Jack closed the spyglass and bent his lip up. "Damn it. Better get those guns, ready, aye, Will?"

Will nodded and took the spyglass back from Jack. "Hard to starboard. We're club hauling them. The Search is week in the front- we can take her down easily."

Jack nodded at Will and turned to go alert the crew. He stopped before he went to far, and looked over his shoulder.

"Ye going to be alright there, mate?" Jack asked, concerned.

Will nodded, and stood up straighter. "Yes. I'm fine. Let's get this situation taken care of." Will pointed over to Teng, who was getting closer every minute.