Unforgivable

Once again, thank you so much for those who reviewed....I'm so happy that people seem to be enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!!! Time to put poor Jack out of his misery now, I think.......


Jack turned her to face the wheel, guiding her fingers to the spokes, his warm hands running firmly down her back to cradle her hips, pulling gently until she was bent forward at the waist. He dropped a grateful kiss at the base of her spine then nudged her thighs apart.

Straightening up, he slid one trembling hand between her legs, spreading her open, bending his knees slightly as he guided himself to her entrance.

“Hold on!” he grunted, and entered her with a grateful moan. Elizabeth tightened her grip on the wheel as he began to rock against her. His rings dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as he guided their rhythm, a slight discomfort she barely felt amid the wonderful sensations his movements bought her. With every thrust he moaned deep in his throat, pleasure mixed with pain. His body ached for release, every instinct telling him to move faster, harder, his mind telling him to treat her gently.

Elizabeth moaned in sympathy, overwhelmed by the feel of him deep inside, at the power of knowing how badly he wanted her. Her body shook at the impact of his, nearly knocking her off balance as, despite his best efforts, his movements quickened and became increasingly desperate.

Jack felt the sensations of orgasm rushing through his body. Determined this time to listen to the voice in his head that screamed caution, he knew he couldn’t risk coming inside her again. Even as the thought entered his fevered brain he stiffened and arched as the first shot of semen was forced from his body and into hers. Gasping a curse he pulled out, pulsing liquid heat between her thighs until he was finally spent.

Staggering backwards he pulled her down with him onto the deck, cradling her in his arms as his mind and body drifted slowly back to earth. When their racing hearts began to slow, Elizabeth twined her fingers with his and guided his hand to the sticky warmth he’d left on her skin.

“Why did you do that, Jack?”

He heard the reproach in her voice and grimaced.

“Safer, luv.”

She shifted round to face him, curious.

“Safer? I don’t understand. I – I liked it before, when you…when it happened inside me. It felt so...so…”

“Wonderful?”

She nodded, and he sighed. “Aye, luv. It is. For me too.”

“Then why? Explain it to me Jack! I don’t understand!”

He sighed again, bending forward to silence her questions with a slow and tender kiss, but she was not to be distracted. As soon as he released her she smiled sweetly and in a tone that brooked no argument demanded, “Tell me.”

“Babies.”

“What?”

“Want one?”

“Pardon?” she shook her head in bewilderment.

He took care to speak slowly, annunciating each word.

“Do. You. Want. A. Baby?”

Favoring him with a scowl she retorted, “Of course I do!”

Jack eyes widened in alarm until she added, “One day. Not yet.”

“Well,” he sighed, and ran a fingertip across the moisture on her thigh, “If I come inside you a baby is what we’ll end up with. Savvy?”

She nodded thoughtfully. Then a worried frown appeared on her face.

“But Jack…in the hold… you didn’t…the first time…you were...”

“Aye. I know. Mistake.” he said shortly, and she bit her lip, not wanting to consider where his mistake could lead them.

Sensing her fear he pulled her back into his embrace, rocking her soothingly.

“Don’t fret luv.” Then, pushing her off him he rose to his feet, looming over her with his customary swagger.

“No worries. I am, after all…..” he smirked, “…..Captain Jack Sparrow!”

“That,” she groaned, “Is exactly why I do worry!”

His smirk faltered and he sniffed.

Casting around for a suitable retort, he finally managed,

“You still smell funny, Miss Swan!” then, waving his hands at her, “And now you’re all sweaty and – and – er – gooey!”

Elizabeth glared. “You smell funnier!!! And it’s you who made me gooey!”

“You made me make you all….”

“Jack!”

His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he gave her a gold-toothed grin.

Reaching for her hand, he hauled her to her feet and gestured towards the water-filled buckets.

“Your Captain requires that you remedy the situation, Miss Swan!” he ordered cheerfully.

Elizabeth looked dubious.

“That water is freezing, Captain Sparrow.”


“True. But I’m sure we can – er – warm each other up again…after..”


He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Elizabeth frowned. Scrubbing the sticky mess from her skin with icy cold water was not exactly what she’d envisioned. On the other hand, the idea of being clean – if chilled – was very appealing.

“Fine,” she announced. “But you go first.”

“Well you already did,” he muttered. “Twice!”

She slapped his arm. “That’s not what I was referring to!”

Grumbling, he lowered himself to the deck and lay down, legs akimbo.

“Bloody insatiable woman!” he complained. “You could give a man some recovery time….”

He was interrupted by the shock of cold water splashing against his warm flesh, electing a rather girlish shriek.

Elizabeth giggled in delight, rubbing the wet cloth across his tanned skin as he winced and swore.

Once satisfied that his body was clean – or at least, cleaner - she contemplated his matted, sticky dreads with a frown. When she moved away he sighed and closed his eyes, relieved the ordeal was over.

The shock of icy water cascading over his head sent him rolling across the deck, spluttering and gasping. Looking up, he squinted at an unrepentant Elizabeth . She had moved to a safe distance, the empty bucket swinging from her hand.

She watched, fascinated, as her Captain and new lover crouched on hands and knees, temporarily speechless. Busily digesting the knowledge that she had discovered an effective – if drastic – means of shutting him up, it came as a shock when he pounced.

Before Elizabeth had time to react he was upon her, seizing her shoulders and pushing her onto the deck with a roar of triumph and a look of devilry in his eyes that caused her to scream in alarm.

Gibbs paused outside the galley and gave his belly a satisfied pat. About to head down to the crew’s quarters for a crafty drink, he was stopped short by a high-pitched scream. Forgetting Jack’s orders to stay below decks, convinced that some terrible fate must have befallen the young Miss Swann, he set off for the helm at a run.

Halfway up the steps he skidded to an ungainly halt, his mouth falling open at the sight before him.

The Governor’s daughter lay sprawled on the deck, naked as the dawn. She was thrashing and wriggling about, trying to escape from an equally naked and dripping wet Captain who sat astride her, pinning her in place.

Cringing at his gaffe Gibbs began creeping backwards down the stairs, trying very hard to become invisible. He was beginning to think he’d escaped unseen when an imperious voice called out and he froze in horror.

“Problem, Mr. Gibbs?”

“N-No Cap’n!” he gulped. “I – er – that is I thought….there was a scream, and…”

“Nothing to worry about Mr. Gibbs!” Jack purred. “Miss Swan is responsible for the loss of a valuable commodity aboard my ship. She’s being duly - er – punished for her actions. Savvy?”

Trying to keep the laughter from his voice Gibbs mumbled “Aye, Captain!”

As he beat a hasty retreat the sharp crack of a hand connecting with flesh rang out behind him and he winced in sympathy.

Then again, he reflected, Captain Sparrow had very probably deserved it.