Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Chapter Author: DesiringPirates
Rated R
A/N: I hated keeping these two apart. Made me sad. *sniff* Let's see if they are going to make up...
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Chapter Twenty Four
They sat in silence for a while, both staring out at the sea. Then Elizabeth looked at Jack as he turned to face her. Elizabeth took a deep breath and frowned at him.
"What is it... Peapod?" Jack asked, as if wondering if the nickname was appropriate.
Elizabeth's frown grew deeper, and she stared at Jack.
"I hate you."
Jack looked a little taken about at her statement, and tried to calm himself.
"May I ask.. what brought on this hatred?"
"You never came."
"I did." Jack frowned, and looked down at his hands. "Jest took me a bit, tha's all."
"Why weren't you there when I needed you?" Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes, and Jack reached up and ran his thumb over them, wiping them away. "I wanted you, Jack. I would look out and hope to see the Pearl. But I didn't. And I grew impatient. And lonely. That's why I began to talk to Achille."
Jack seemed to stiffen at his name, but he did not say anything. Elizabeth continued.
"Each and every time I talked to him, I began hating you more. I would curse at you, I would refuse to think or talk about you for some times... but when I was alone, in the cabin, I would lay there and wish you had your arms around me." Elizabeth sighed, and lowered her eyes. "I didn't want to kiss him. But I had to. Because I thought he would take pity on me and return me. I... I didn't exactly think that plan through."
"No. No, ye didn't." Jack said softly, but Elizabeth could hear the hardness in his words.
"I wished it was you in my arms. I felt horrible. He didn't offer me any comfort at all, just grabbed me and demanded. With you, it's different, I feel-"
"Look at me."
Elizabeth gasped at his sudden interruption, and looked up at him. "Wha- what?"
"Look at me when you decide to compliment my wonderful kisses. It builds up my ego." Jack smirked, and Elizabeth finally smiled, the first true smile she had days. "Please, continue."
Elizabeth laughed. "Oh, I'm not going to say anything about it now. It's time for you to talk."
"Me?"
"You."
"Fine. I like to start out hard and firm, then soften the blow and have ye melt in me arms..."
Elizabeth slapped his shoulder. "Not about your kissing!"
Jack smirked, and then he looked at her, all serious like. Elizabeth felt her smile fade, and she couldn't turn away.
"You know how, when a person takes pity on a stray dog and takes it in, it feels like it's finally being loved?" Elizabeth nodded. "Then the dog accidentally piddles on the carpet, or steals an extra bit of food 'cause it's hungry, and the owner turns around and kicks it out of the house, and it's force to fend for itself on the street?" Again, she nodded, and felt tears burn her eyes. "I felt like that dog, when I saw you and that bastard kiss. I thought, 'Finally, someone to spend the rest on me life with, someone who understands me'. Then you kicked me - hard. And it hurt."
Elizabeth sniffed, but that didn't stop her tears. "Oh Jack..."
"I never wanted you to even think of kissing another after I kissed ye, Elizabeth. I thought I was goin' ta be the only one to hold you in my arms. It... it came as a shock when I saw how easily you changed from me to Achille so fast."
"I never-"
Jack lifted his hand and silenced her. "I know. Ye don't have to say it." He then brushed back stray hairs off her face. Elizabeth leaned into his touch, needing to feel him comfort her. "I didn't take it to gently."
"Gently? You shot at me!"
"I already said, I don't take rejection well!" Jack defended.
Elizabeth felt her heart clench, and did something daring. She leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"I'll never reject you." Elizabeth took a deep breath, and tightened her grip on him, afraid that he might run away after she says the thing she wanted to say. "I love you."
Then his warm arms held her close, and Oh god, it never felt so good. I want to stay here forever. In his arms. I'll never leave, never even think of it, as long as he continues to hold me like this.
She started crying again, and buried her face into his shoulder as the sobs took over.
"Hey. Pirates don't cry." Jack joked, and Elizabeth felt him play with her hair. She calmed down, and lifted her head to look at him. He smiled at her. "I love ye, too. Even though the pirate gods might strike me down when I say it."
"There are pirate gods?" Elizabeth asked, cocking her eyebrow. "I hardly doubt that."
In answer, Jack just held her close and buried his face in her hair. She heard him sniff... werewolves and their sniffing. What is up with that? Then something occured to her. During their whole conversation, she never thought of the beast living inside of him. And she smiled.
It's not important.
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It was late now, and without any kisses or anything, Elizabeth stood up from the deck stairs and excused herself. She claimed she was tired, and Jack just smiled at her and wished her a good night. When she reached the other stairwell that led down to the cabins, she looked over to see Jack looking up at the moon one last time before he, himself, retired to his cabin. Elizabeth smiled. She was happy. She was. But something felt... missing.
Sighing, a habit she had picked up ever since stepping on the Pearl, Elizabeth just shook her head and walked down the steps.
I'm tired. That's all. It's late, and I'm tired. She passed by Will's- and, now, Selene's- cabin, and heard them laugh and talk. Probably just laying next to each other, laughing at something stupid. Idiots. But she smiled. I'm happy for them.
Hopefully they won't keep me up tonight.
Elizabeth opened the door to her own cabin, and looked around. The bathtub was still there, even though the contents of it had spilt and dried. She looked up at the hole she was carried through, and was glad that the night held hardly any wind. Otherwise, it'd be drafty. Her bed was still there, though the sheets were rumpled still from her and Jack's...
Jack.
Without thinking, she turned and opened her door again. Elizabeth finally knew what was wrong with her, why she felt empty- Jack wasn't there with her. And she wanted to fix that. Elizabeth turned the corner and started to climb the stairs, not really seeing anything. It was dark.
About halfway up the stairs, she ran into something hard... and alive.
"Elizabeth?"
"Jack?" Elizabeth straightened up and cleared her throat. "What are you doing, still up?"
She heard Jack gasp, and knew he was thinking of an excuse. "I... doing rounds. Gotta see if the ol' girl is functioning correctly." And two soft pats, probably on the wall, were heard.
Elizabeth smiled. "Liar."
"Well, let's hear yer excuse."
"Oh, well, I was..." Elizabeth was slightly dizzy, thinking of what to say. "- looking for a sheet or something, to cover up my hole."
She heard Jack chuckle, and resisted the urge to smack him. "For my ceiling, you pervert!"
"Liar."
"What?"
"I said, 'liar'." And Elizabeth felt herself being picked up, and before she had a chance to even squeak in surprise, felt Jack's warm mouth on hers. Elizabeth felt herself get lost in the feel of his lips dancing on hers, and pulled herself closer into him. She felt a certain need pressing against her thigh, and groaned. Jack was the first to pull out.
"Elizabeth..."
But Elizabeth placed her finger on his lips, and for once, the pirate stopped talking. She breathed out, feeling the breath on her finger that was pressed against his mouth.
"I want you, Jack." She didn't need to see his face to know that he was shocked, aroused, smiling. She felt his lips curl into a smile underneath her finger, and she pulled it away. Her lips replaced it, lightly brushing up against his full lips. "I need you. Please..." She ran her hand up and down his side, stopping to rest at his thigh. "Take me. I'm yours."
"Mine?" Jack asked, his voice deep and husky. Elizabeth felt shivers down her spine.
"Yours."
Jack's lips crashed down onto hers, and she wrapped her arm around his neck as he carried her back up the stairs. She was being carried to his cabin, she knew, but she wasn't going to complain. She needed to feel him next to her. His kiss never left hers, not until they were both in his cabin and lying on the bed.
Breathing heavily, Elizabeth could finally see Jack's face in the dim candlelight. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and she lifted up her head to kiss him. When they pulled away, Jack asked the question she knew he was going to ask.
"Ye sure? Once we do this, there is no going back."
Elizabeth grinned, and touched his face. "I don't want to go back." Elizabeth trailed her hand down his arm and on his, and lifted it. When she rested it on her breast, she made eye contact with him again, and felt her body sigh with desire. "Touch me, Jack."
Jack obeyed her order. He began to rub her breast with small circles, feeling for her nipples through her shirt. His lips began accosting her neck, and Elizabeth clutched onto his shoulders. She surprised Jack when she lifted up his shirt and he sat up and lifted it up and over his head. Elizabeth gasped at the sight of his naked chest- it was perfect, he was perfect, and he was going to lay his perfect body on top of hers...
But he sat her up, and untied the lace to her shirt. Elizabeth started to unbutton her buttons, but Jack stopped her.
"Buttons are mine."
She smiled at his little joke, and felt her breath catch when he deftly undid them all. Jack's hungry eyes, she could tell, wanted to feast on her flesh, but his hands took their time in pushing off her blouse. Elizabeth lifted one arm up, and he slid the sleeve over it. She raised the other one, and he repeated the process. Elizabeth sat, calmly, not afraid or ashamed that Jack was staring at her. It excited her.
"Yer beautiful." Jack smiled, and ran his hand over her bare chest. Elizabeth shuddered in delight. "This one."
"This one what?" Elizabeth asked, and in answer, Jack lowered his head and kissed her right breast. Elizabeth nearly died at the feel of his tongue flat against her nipple, and she tangled her fingers in his matted hair, encouraging him not to stop.
"Jack-"
He lifted his head, and Elizabeth threw herself at him, knocking him on his back. She kissed him hard and trembled when his rough, calloused hands rubbed along her bare back.
"Yer getting ahead of me, luv."
"Your going to slow." Elizabeth breathed on his neck, and gave a surprise squeak when he sat up. She laughed though, as he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself above her.
Words seem to melt, as did their clothes, as Jack took them all off. Soon their touches were getting fiercer, their kisses more desperate. Elizabeth felt her body tightened at the feel of skin on skin contact, and just as Jack was re positioning himself at her virging opening, she could only think one thing:
I'm in love.
Note: I know. I'm horrible. To stop just when things are starting, how EVIL of me!!!