The Fine Line

A/N: OK so i know ive been silent for ages but I finally managed to break my writers block and have enough time to sit at the computer for leisure. So I decided to finish this story off! I was so excited to have been productive that i submit the final chapter without a beta sooo be kind if something slipped my consciousness. Of course I started this before AWE so lets just pretend all that stuff never happened....at least not the way Disney had it happen. Without further nonsense from me.....


CHAPTER 3


As much as it may have pained him, Jack did in fact manage to return to his duties; swaggering almost gallantly and humming a little pirate ditty he’d learned all too long ago from a girl who had finally come of age. He reclaimed his place at the wheel with a beguiling gold grin spread from ear to ear.

“Cap’n.”

“Aye, Mr. Gibbs.” Jack turned when he heard his first mate address him.

“I haven’t seen you this happy since ye got the Pearl back.”

“If it were possible Gibbs, id say ye where right about that. In fact I believe there is cause for celebration tonight. Round up some rum and some fiddles and tell the crew.”

“Aye. What are we celebratin'?” Gibbs asked somewhat confused.

“There is plenty to celebrate.” Jack barked almost agitated that his first mate need ask why “Last I checked I’m still captain of this ship and if I want to celebrate I can, savvy?”

“Aye Cap’n, my apologies.” Gibbs walked off to follow his orders.

Jack faced the horizon thinking about the events that led him to this moment. A moment he’d never thought he’d ever reach. After all it wasn’t everyday that a pirate sailed off with the governor’s daughter willingly in tow, let alone in his arms…in his bed. If it were possible, that made his smile expand even more. Then there was the little fact that he actually managed to forgive her betrayal. Suddenly the memories of it didn’t hurt as much as they used to. They almost made him laugh. Something had healed that wound and it didn’t involve him evening the score or even being conscious that it had. For the first time in his life he didn’t need to get even, she could forever have that one up on him. Damn her…made him a big ole softy she did.

The day seemed to pass with the ease of any other, and before the sun completely kissed the ocean goodnight the crew had begun a celebration. For what they were still uncertain but the extra rations of rum seemed to subdue their curiosities. Before long the music had started up and crewmembers were dancing along to the rhythm set by an upturned crate and the melody played on an old poorly tuned fiddle.

The captain had been leaning against the rail, rum in hand, watching his crew partake in the festivities. It had been a long time since he’d allowed such an occasion. He could finally enjoy being a pirate again and now he had someone to with whom he could share his happiness. That thought nearly made him drop his rum, but then he saw her – eyeing him quite enticingly from the other side of the deck. He met her gaze with the same desire written in his own eyes and watched her saunter across the deck to his side.

“So how long does a girl have to wait for the Captain to ask her to dance?” She asked whispering into his ear before brushing her lips against his ever so briefly.

He smirked at her, “Well love, given the position of the moon, the calm of the sea, the number of stumbling sailors ‘round, and” he raised his hand most dramatically before locking his eyes on hers, “how bloody hard I am for you right now…” he grabbed her and pulled her close to prove his point, “I’d say we have a private ball to attend in me cabin.” The mischievous twinkle in her eye alerted him to her agreement long before she spoke.

“Well so long as this ball requires no corset or dress,” she smirked at him, “I could be persuaded to accept.”

“Conveniently enough it requires absolutely no clothing what so ever…” he feigned shock when she grabbed his arm and began pulling him into his cabin, with his words being lost in the noise of celebration.

It hadn’t taken long for her to pin him to his cabin door and greedily seize his mouth with her own, hands traveling with little hesitation to free him of his clothing. Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself; she’d learned this game nearly as quickly as she learned everything else.

He pulled his mouth from hers momentarily to speak, “Lizzie, I always thought it was proper for the man to lead?” He smirked at her eagerly awaiting an answer.

“Well when the man takes all bloody day to get here,” suddenly he’d noticed her hands untying his breeches, “the woman needs to take command.”

“Looks like someone has a little pent up frustration, eh?” he asked playfully as his hands moved to finish unbuttoning her shirt and caress her freshly exposed chest eliciting a moan from her. “Lucky for you luv, I know just how to relieve it.” He smirked at her briefly before picking her up and carrying her over to his bunk.

He lay her down carefully before removing what she had left of his attire and then slid her breeches off her legs with ease. He was on her within seconds warming her from the chill of the air on her exposed flesh. He kissed her fiercely, warning her of the passion yet to come. “I’ve been wanting this all day Lizzie…desiring you.” He entwined his hands with hers bringing them to rest over her head and pinning her down so he could torture her a bit, speaking intermittently as he trailed his lips about her torso igniting her desires. “Wanted to pounce you the minute I saw you on deck this afternoon…sneak behind you and show you how animalistic we could be together…teach you…stroke you…. taste you.”

“Jack…” He was barely even touching her, yet she couldn’t control her squirming. Merely listening to him was killing her, spurring her need to an overwhelm level. “Please…” She begged.

Her begging was music to his ears. If not for his years of experience wooing lasses, her throaty voice alone would have done him in already. “What do you want me to do to you Lizzie?” He asked seductively, not expecting an actual answer since he had already slid his way down to be on level with the flame of her desire. Within an instant his tongue had entered her, briefly passing every possible inch of her that required attention before his fingers began pumping in and out of her at an agonizingly slower rate than she craved.

“Jack!” She screamed startling him for the slightest second as her hips came bucking off the bed.

He removed his fingers and held her down before his mouth found the root of her passion and began nibbling and sucking at a blindingly blissful pace.

Her screams were deafening as he worked, each one only encouraging him to make her yell louder. After all, he organized this celebration for a reason and he was going to get all he could from it. Her body began to tremble and shake uncontrollably and that’s when he became unrelenting, holding her steadfast until she crumbled.

He resumed his place on top of her, licking his lips and searching to meet her eyes before kissing her deeply, allowing her to taste what he just devoured. He wiped the tears from her eyes and entered her slowly. Unable to wait any longer to be inside, he needed her and fast. He started off slowly, constantly reminding himself that no matter how good of a game she spoke she was still a novice, and he didn’t want to hurt her. As she met him thrust for thrust he quickly discovered how much she had learned from their previous encounter, or maybe it was just his mind succumbing to the reality that the girl he had spent so much time dreaming about was finally in his bed. Her legs wrapped around him threatening to cut him in two but he kept his velocity burying himself as deep as she would allow until he felt the all too familiar sensations of completion overtaking him. He could see her lips moving, and knew his were as well, but he’d be damned if he knew the words either were speaking, nor did he really care at the moment.

Completely sated he pulled her into his arms and met her sleepy gaze with one of his own before pressing his lips to hers in the most tender kiss he’d ever given anyone. Words weren’t needed; there was always tomorrow for that. His heart swelled, as he finally admitted to himself just how much she actually meant to him, not that he planned on telling her just yet, but he finally didn’t question himself about it. He’d always heard there was a fine line drawn between love and hate. He’d finally found a way to cross that line, and now that he had he knew he was never willing to go back.