Delightful Contempt

Chapter 3:

A/N: Okay just to keep up with my original idea for this story where Will is concerned, he has taken a brief leave from the Flying Dutchman to try and mend his relationship with Elizabeth. Upon seeing that he can’t he gets Jack to drop him off at Tortuga so that he can resume the captaincy of his ship and begin his task of ferrying souls to the afterlife.

He cursed softly under his breath as he looked at her from across the deck. She stood with her back to him leaning over the railing looking out across the endless sapphire ocean. How he’d love nothing more than to push her overboard right now. A twinge of pain surged through his heart suddenly making it hard for him to breathe. No he didn’t wish that. How could he think such horrible thoughts about her? He loved her and yet she clearly loved someone else. It made his heart constrict in his chest painfully as he thought about the kiss he had witnessed between Elizabeth and Jack the day that Jack had gone down with the Pearl to be devoured by the kraken and sent to the Locker. She had been in love with him even then but he hadn’t seen it. Or rather he had chosen to be blind to it, thinking it would hurt less. Or perhaps he had been thinking that if he just ignored it that it would just go away. Whatever his foolish reason for avoiding the fact that his dearly beloved was clearly in love with another man that wasn’t him it had hurt all the same. Now they barely spoke and when they did usually neither one of them had anything pleasant to say to the other. So instead of lashing out at her he chose to not speak to her at all. He had made up his mind that he was finished with the whole ridiculous mess.

Too long he had pined for her knowing that she secretly desired Jack Sparrow. And he would put himself through the anguish of his unrequited love no longer. His dark eyes continued to burn into her back finally making her turn around to glare at him. So she wanted to be hateful did she? That suited him just fine. Because he was in no mood to try and tiptoe around her foul mood anymore. Will rose from where he had been perched on the steps that led down into the galley. He strode over to where Elizabeth was standing now facing him only to see her quickly turn her back to him once more. Oh no she wouldn’t be getting out of speaking with him just by turning away from him. Not this time. This time she would hear every damn word he had to say if it killed her. Grasping the railing a short distance away from her he cleared his throat making her rich tea colored eyes shift to him. She glared at him sharply as if daring him to speak to her.

“Afternoon Elizabeth.”

“Is there something you wanted? I thought you had nothing to say to me?”

The acidity in her voice made him scowl before he opened his mouth to reply. “No need to be so nasty.”

“What do you want anyway?”

“Just to talk.”

“You said it yourself, there’s nothing left to talk about between us.”

He grabbed her by the elbow sharply and yanked her so that she was facing him. It made her inhale sharply and her eyes widen a bit in surprise before they narrowed again.

“I know what I said to you Elizabeth!”

From his place on the wheel deck Jack looked down at the two of them his head cocked to the side in curiosity as he watched.

“Let go of me!” She hissed at him. That only made him grip her arm harder and yank her closer to him.

“Not until I’ve said what I want to say.”

“I have nothing to say to you!”

“Well I have plenty to say to you Elizabeth Swann! And you’re going to listen to every word of it if it kills you!”

“You bastard, how dare you!”

“How dare I what….act like him? Afraid you might like it?”

She raised her free hand to slap him but he saw it coming out of the corner of his eye. Will easily caught her wrist making her scowl at him hatefully.

“Uh-uh Elizabeth, that’s not nice.”

“I don’t give a damn! And how dare you speak to me in such a disrespectful manner!”

“Make you think about Jack?”

“Hardly! You couldn’t emulate Jack Sparrow if your life depended on it!”

Now he’d had enough of her smart little mouth. Will grabbed both her shoulders roughly and shook her making her fall silent.

“Now will you shut your stupid mouth?” When she stood there seething, tears glistening in her brown eyes he continued. “I’ve had enough of that nasty little mouth of yours and I intend on putting as much distance as I possibly can between the two of us. Once we get to Tortuga I will be resuming my captaincy aboard the Flying Dutchman.”

“The sooner the better!”

“Is that really how you feel?”

“Most decidedly yes!”

“Well not to worry, the feeling is quite mutual.”

“Good. Then if you hate me so much, let go of me!”

“Gladly!”

He shoved her back a bit when he released his grasp on her shoulders. Elizabeth stumbled over her own feet and fell backwards onto her backside on the deck. Will was barely able to stifle his laughter which made her glare up at him. He turned on his heel sharply and headed for the galley not even offering her a hand back up to her feet. She cursed under her breath as she pushed herself to her feet and resumed her place at the railing glaring out to sea as she seethed over the way he had just talked to her. How dare he talk to her as if she were some sort of child! Well no matter, he would be gone soon. Good riddance. Jack tugged on the ends of his braids on his beard as he continued to watch Elizabeth.

‘Now that’s interesting…….that’s very interesting.’

Elizabeth felt his eyes bearing down on her. She glanced up in the direction of the wheel deck and caught his gaze. His dark eyes held hers captive for a moment before she scowled and looked away. He chuckled to himself seeing her irritation. Clearly the whelp had gotten under that delectable skin of hers. Good, that would make it all the more easier for him to torment her to the brink of insanity. Which in his opinion was exactly what the murdering little traitorous tart deserved. Smiling that crooked smile of his he felt the blood rush to his loins. Yes he was in need of her company. And whether or not she would be willing to admit it she needed his company too. His coffee colored eyes searched the deck until he found Cotton.

“Cotton!”

The mute old man turned his head in Jack’s direction to acknowledge him his parrot perched on his shoulder as usual.

“Take the wheel savvy?”

The bird squawked in response for the old man. “Ready to sail, ready to sail!”

Cotton hurried over to the wheel and took Jack’s place so that he could join Elizabeth at the railing. Half a bottle of rum in hand he descended the steps from the wheel deck and quietly approached her. She didn’t realize he was standing next to her until she heard him clear his throat. She glanced up at him the scowl still present on her pretty face.

“Yes Captain Sparrow?”

“Oh back t’ that are we?”

“We are. Is there something you wanted?”

He held the bottle of rum under her nose. She wrinkled her nose as she pushed his hand away. Shrugging he took a swig from the bottle before speaking.

“My keen senses tell me that ye are…….vexed Izzy.”

“Do they now Captain Sparrow?”

“Must ye call me that?”

“It’s your title and that’s what the crew calls you. So why not?”

“We’re hardly mere acquaintances love. No need t’ be formal.”

She scowled at the mention of their obvious intimate relationship as if they had something real and meaningful and not just what was clearly hate sex.

“You speak as if we have a real relationship Jack?”

“We do love.”

“I’d hardly call angry sex a real relationship.”

He stuck his bottom lip out in a faux pouting manner. She couldn’t help but grin a little at his silly attempts to make her laugh. A small chuckle escaped her lips.

“I don’t believe it!”

“What?”

“It can’t be?”

“Jack?”

“Is that a…..dare I say it out loud…….smile?”

The smile quickly melted to be replaced with another scowl.

“Oh come on love, yer face is way too pretty t’ be doing that. An’ if yer not careful it’s going t’ get stuck like that.”

“Yes, so you said before. I’m sorry is there a reason you’re pestering me?”

“Pestering ye? Ye know ye really enjoy me company Izzy.”

“No I don’t!”

“Yer the one still standing here love, yer free t’ go anytime ye like.”

“Really?”

“Course, free t’ go t’ the brig anytime yer little heart desires.”

“Jack!”

“Intimacy or no love, m’ still captain of this ship an’ ye will treat me with respect.”

“And if I should choose not to?”

Jack leaned in closer to her his voice a low whisper making his warm breath caress her face and neck as he spoke.

“Then ye shall be punished, jus’ like any of the crew love.”

“Punished how?”

“Oh let’s not get in t’ that love, wouldn’t want t’ scare ye.”

She snorted before replying. “As if you could possibly scare me.”

That snide remark seemed to set his blood boiling. It was something in the way she looked at him when she said it and the haughty tone in her voice. Who was she to act like she was so much better than him? When in truth she was no better than he! In fact she was undoubtedly worse than he was…..being a backstabbing murderess and all that. Jack frowned as he reached out and grabbed her arm roughly just underneath her shoulder making her yelp.

“What are you doing? Let go of me Jack!”

“M’ the captain love, means I give the orders. Savvy?” He yanked her behind him in the direction of his cabin. Oh so that’s what he meant to do then? He meant to bed her. Ooh she must have touched a nerve. Elizabeth drug her heels across the deck trying to hinder his progress in dragging her into his cabin. Cotton, Marty, and Gibbs watched as Jack dragged Elizabeth into his cabin and slammed the door. Shrugging their shoulders they all went on about their business as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Well it really hadn’t. For weeks now Jack had been dragging Elizabeth into his cabin when they would argue.

Inside the cabin Elizabeth yanked her arm out of his unpleasant grasp. She rubbed the throbbing flesh where he had been manhandling her just a moment ago. It hurt. Yanking her sleeve up she looked down to see the flesh was a dark red where he had grabbed her. It would more likely bruise. Glaring up at him she spat out venomously.

“Do you have to be so rough?”

“M’ sorry Izzy, I was under the impression that’s how ye liked it love.”

“No I most certainly don’t! Not that I like it at all when you touch me, rough or otherwise!”

“Oh come on ye know that’s a lie.”

“Is not!”

“Is so!”

“Is not you pig!”

“Back t’ the name calling love? I was so hoping that we were passed all that.”

“We would be if you would behave like a gentleman around me! I am a lady incase you’ve forgotten?”

He snorted this time making her bitter tea colored depths glitter with anger. “Ye are no lady love, a backstabbing murderess yes, but a lady no.”

She raised her hand up and quickly slapped his cheek making his head turn to the side from the force of the unexpected blow. His cheek stung from where her palm had made contact. Rubbing it gently he glared down at her. So she wanted to slap did she. Raising his hand he slapped her back just as hard. Being stronger than she was the force of Jack slapping her sent her stumbling back a couple of steps. Elizabeth glared daggers at him as she rubbed her cheek.

“You hit me!”

“Yes, I did. Ye hit me first love. Remember m’ not sweet little William, when ye hit me m’ going t’ hit ye back.”

“You…..you…..oh you……”

He cut her off. “Me, me, me what?”

“You coward! Only a coward hit’s a woman!”

Jack’s dark eyes narrowed glittering dangerously. Elizabeth trembled involuntarily under the coldness of his gaze. Now she had done it. She had gone and called him the one word she knew he hated to be called.

“Take it back!”

“No!”

He raised his hand again. “Take it back!”

“Make me!”

His palm swiftly cut through the air striking her cheek again. This time it was forceful enough to make her stumble to the floor. Looking up at him hatefully she leapt to her feet lunging at him. Her slender fingers tangled into his dreadlocks and she pulled down on them hard. A searing pain shot through his scalp. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her silken tawny hair and pulled just as hard as she tugged on his hair. Tears sprang to her eyes as she bit her bottom lip to keep from yelping at the pain. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Letting go of his hair with her right hand she reared back and slapped him again. Releasing her hair Jack tried to catch her arms in his but to no avail. Elizabeth reached back and struck him again harder this time.

He roared angrily at her his calloused hands grabbing at her much smaller silken hands. “Stop hitting me ye little bitch!”

His hands grabbed a hold of her left hand but her right hand moved out of his reach to strike his cheek one final blistering blow. Jack gritted his teeth and grabbed her wrist tightly yanking both her arms up above her head painfully.

“That’s it I’ve had it! There will be no more slapping of the face!”

“There will be as soon as you let go of me!”

“That’s what ye think Izzy!”

He pulled her over to his desk ripping a drawer open and digging around in it for something. She craned her neck to see but could see nothing but his back. Finally he found what he was looking for. The rusty pair of iron shackles he’d stashed away in there from one of his many run ins with the Royal Navy. The key lay in the bottom of the drawer as well. Leaving it there he slammed the drawer shut and yanked her over to the bed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Ye’ll see soon enough ye little brat!”

Forcing her down onto the bed on her back he quickly straddled her hips. Elizabeth writhed underneath him to try and get free but it was useless. Jack held up the rusty iron shackles and her tea colored eyes widened.

“What are you going to do with those?”

“Lock ye up of course.” Jack placed one of the cold shackles on her left wrist first and shut it tightly. Then he moved to her right wrist and did the same. Once she was shackled he lifted her hands above her head and secured the shackles to a hook that was on the wall just above her head a few inches. Elizabeth tried to pull the hook out of the wall but it wouldn’t budge. Jack smirked down at her making her scowl at him.

“I hate you Jack Sparrow!”

“Sticks an’ stones Izzy, but I know ye don’t mean it. Ye love me an’ it makes yer blood boil don’t it?”

She hated that he was right and knew that underneath all her contempt for him she still loved him. Sighing she simply closed her eyes and chose to say nothing. Jack leaned down and captured her unsuspecting lips in a scorching kiss making her gasp into his mouth. He slid his tongue into it quickly. She fought the kiss at first but soon found herself leaning her head forward to try and deepen the kiss.

Jack pulled back looking down at her through half lidded eyes which were smoldering with desire for her. She felt herself dampen from the lust that glittered in his eyes. It sent a shiver though her body making him chuckle at her. Reaching out he grasped the buttons of her linen shirt and began easily unfastening them. Elizabeth felt her face getting hot as he opened her shirt exposing her perky little breasts to his heated gaze. Leaning down Jack sucked a nipple into his mouth making her arch into him. He moved his head over to her left breast to suck that nipple into his mouth feeling her arch into again.

“God yer beautiful.”

“I still hate you!”

“No ye don’t. Ye might wish that ye hated me, but ye don’t hate me love.”

“Fine. I wish that I hated you!”

“But ye don’t. Tell me how ye really feel bout me Izzy?”

“I will not!” Her eyes slipped closed as his fingers tugged on her sensitive peaks making them harden even more. God why did it have to feel so good when he touched her!

“Say it Izzy, tell me ye love me?”

“No.”

“Come on?”

“No.”

His calloused hands slid down her thighs his palms hot even through the fabric of her breeches. Feeling his hands tugging her boots off she knew that he would be unfastening her breeches soon. Her feet now bare she felt his hands slide back up her thighs until they reached the waistband of her breeches. His skillful fingers made quick work of her breeches pulling them down her hips and tossing them to the floor. Jack nudged her thighs apart and lowered himself in between them. Elizabeth whimpered as she felt his hot breath on her core as he spread her open with his fingers exposing her already swollen clit. The little pearl between her silken folds throbbed when he exposed her letting his breath wash over her.

“Say it Izzy.”

“No. I won’t say it!”

His tongue ran up the length of her heat making her quiver.

“Say ye love me darling an’ I’ll keep going?”

“No…..Jack!”

“Ye want me t’ stop then?”

God she didn’t want him to stop! She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him stretch his tongue out to taste her again. But he wasn’t using near as much pressure as she wanted him to.

“Please…..please Jack!”

“Please what Izzy?”

“Don’t stop!”

“I won’t. All ye have t’ do is tell me ye love me an’ I’ll scratch that itch for ye.”

She raised her hips to him begging him to taste her again but he pulled back out of her reach. Damn it! H really was going to make her say it then! Sighing in defeat she opened her mouth to say the words she knew he wanted to hear.

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I….I love you Jack!”

Smiling that trademark smirk of his he leaned down and began devouring her dripping entrance with his tongue. Rocking her hips into his mouth desperately she squeezed her eyes shut trying to coax her release. But it refused to obey. She needed him inside her.

“Jack?”

“Hmmm love?”

“I need……I…..you have to fuck me now!”

He chuckled at her coarse words as he sat up and pulled off his boots. Jack shrugged off his shirt and then peeled off his breeches freeing his throbbing erection. Elizabeth licked her lips anxiously as Jack lowered himself over her, her hands still shackled above her head. His hips settled between her thighs and he guided his cock to her slick entrance easily penetrating her. He could feel her desire leaking out of her as he moved against her. God she felt like heaven wrapped around his cock! Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist tightly as he pounded into her. God this was so much better than it usually was! Maybe it was because her hands were shackled? Or maybe it was because he had made her say she loved him? No it was the shackles, that’s what she would tell herself.

“Harder Jack….fuck me harder!”

Oh he could definitely comply with that wish. Jack rocked his hips furiously against her feeling the head of his cock hit her cervix as he did. She gave a strangled yelp but he didn’t slow his pace. Elizabeth could feel her inner walls starting to spasm around Jack’s cock as he thrust inside her pushing her closer to her release. A few more thrusts and she was there. Her body shuddered and convulsed beneath him as her honey ebbed from her core drenching his cock to run down his balls. Jack shuddered against her as he pounded deeper into her still clenching heat. He pressed his mouth against her neck and groaned the words huskily as he continued pumping against her.

“Mmmmm….oh God Izzy……mmmmmm……I…….l-love ye!!”

Then she felt the throbbing of his cock as his hot essence poured into her. One…..two….three more thrusts against her and then his arms trembled before giving out sending him collapsing onto her. She felt some of his seed dribbling out of her down between the cheeks of her buttocks. Jack lay there on top of her his left cheek pressed against her right breast as he drew in ragged breaths. Suddenly the words he had muttered to her as his release surged through him came back to her. Did he? Had he just told her that he loved her?

“Jack?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you tell me you love me?”

“What?” From where he lay his dark eyes snapped open abruptly. He hoped that she didn’t feel his heart slamming against his ribs although it was likely that she did given their close proximity right now.

“Did you tell me you love me?”

“I er…..well….” He paused. Shit! He might as well tell her, he’d already blurted it out while he had been fucking her. “Yes I said it. What of it?”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Love me?”

“Alright, so I said it! Yes I love ye! But swear t’ me on pain of death that ye will not say anything t’ anyone bout it?”

“I swear on pain of death that I will not tell anyone that you love me Jack Sparrow. Just as long as you do the same.”

“Right. I swear on pain of death not t’ mention that ye love me.”

Jack pushed himself off her and strode over to the desk to get the key. He freed the shackles from the hook and then unlocked them. Elizabeth rubbed her wrists before buttoning her shirt and pulling on her breeches and boots. Jack replaced the shackles and key back in the desk drawer and got dressed.

“That was better than it’s ever been with you Jack.”

“Really? Do tell dearie?”

Her cheeks reddened as she spoke. “I think it was the shackles.”

“Oh so ye like being shackled up eh?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well there are plenty of other things that m’ sure I can show ye that ye’ll like.”

“That’s assuming you’re going to get the chance to touch me again Jack.”

“Back t’ the delightful contempt are we Izzy?”

“We are. Good day Captain Sparrow.”

“Good day indeed Miss Swann.”

He chuckled to himself as he watched her leave his cabin. Sitting down at his table he propped his feet up and reached for the bottle of rum . Taking a good long drink he looked down at the map that was sprawled across the table. Oh yes he would have the opportunity to touch her again. He’d make sure of that.

A/N: Okay that was a good place to stop the chapter, hope you enjoy it! Let me know!