Choices

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Elizabeth woke up in bed the morning after her… “encounter”… with Jack. She turned around to see who lie next to her, but found herself less than surprised when it was Will.



Will sensed that she was up and smiled at her, his eyes still closed. He didn’t seem to notice the small jump she gave or the fact that her return smile was tentative.



“Good morning, my love,” he said softly, “How are you?”



Before Elizabeth could reply, she felt a wave of nausea hit her and she ran out to throw up overboard.



Will quickly ran out after her- “Elizabeth!”



Elizabeth held onto the railing as she vomited anything she had left in her, hoping that the guilt would come out as well. ‘Is this the price I must pay for my indiscretion?’ she though to herself miserably. ‘If so…well, it’s not like I don’t deserve it. Oh Gods!’



As Elizabeth hurled over the railing, Will rubbed her back, telling her softly how it was alright. Elizabeth wasn’t so sure of that.



“Maybe it’s something you ate,” he suggested somewhat pathetically.



‘Or maybe it’s what was eating me…’ Elizabeth thought, a small grin crawling on her face. She quickly shook it off- this was no time to laugh. She straightened herself up, hugging Will and thanking him for his help. A little shaky on her feet, Elizabeth was slowly walking back to her room, knowing Will was right behind her when Jack came out of nowhere.



“Elizabeth,” Jack drawled, “you seem a little shaky in the legs, darlin’.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Anythin’ I can do to help?”



Elizabeth blushed, about to tell him that he could help if he were “so inclined,” but Will jumped in, “I’m right here to help her, Captain Sparrow. She has all the assistance she needs.” He immediately touched Elizabeth’s elbow, as if to hold her steady.



Jack brushed off Will with a bemused look: “But of course- how could I forget your ‘elpfulness, Mr. Turner?” He turned to Elizabeth, extending the inevitable bottle of rum in his hands.



Elizabeth smiled, temporarily forgetting about Will holding onto her arm as she pictured Jack, his fingers moving in and out of her, teasing her clit, making her tingle and moan with those skilled fingers…

Jack grinned at her and Will shot him a frown. Elizabeth quickly snapped out of her pleasurable trance in time to sneer at Jack. “No thank you, Mr. Sparrow,” she said haughtily, “If I’m carrying Will’s child, then the last thing I need is rum!” Elizabeth grabbed Will’s hand, summoning him with her.



Will shot a triumphant look at Jack, walking with Elizabeth back to their cabin. Meantime, Elizabeth thought to herself: ‘Well, that ought to make things interesting!’



**



Will tried to soothe Elizabeth back in their quarters. “You know Jack has been after you since before you sent him to the Locker, right?”



Elizabeth feigned naivety, “Whatever do you mean, Will? He can’t stand to have me around; more importantly, he can’t stand that you and I make each other happy.”



‘Stop lying and tell him!’ Elizabeth’s conscience screamed.



‘No!’ Elizabeth argued with herself, ‘It’ll only hurt him! Besides, I’ll tell him eventually…’



‘Yeah, when you have Jack’s baby?’ it taunted her.



“That’s enough out of you, then!” Elizabeth accidentally shouted out loud.



Will was obviously confused, “What do you mean, enough out of me?”



Elizabeth didn’t know how to explain that she just had an argument with herself about whether or not to tell Will that she was sleeping with Jack, so she came up with this: “ Why are you so jealous?!”



‘Real original,’ said her sub-conscience.



Elizabeth didn’t argue- this argument was pointless and stupid. Will had always been the jealous type, but it never bothered Elizabeth until she realized that she lusted for more than just Will.



“I’m not jealous of Jack Sparrow!” Will retorted, offended. “I’m trying to protect you from that scum!”



“He’s not- She almost started to defend Jack, but she couldn’t, not with everything that had happened between them. She decided it was better to end the argument with some mildly enjoyable makeup sex…with her husband…Will…not Jack…



Elizabeth put on her “sexy, pouty” face. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” she crooned, placing her hands on Will’s chest.

That always did it for Will. He smiled at her, bringing up her chin so he could kiss her.



They kissed for a minute and Elizabeth could feel Will pressing hard against her. She knew she needed to be his wife, if only for a while, to reassure him.



Sex with Will wasn’t bad- he just gently pulled up her dressed and found his way into her. She would move with the motions, moaned when she needed to, and to boost his ego, make pretend that her orgasm was the best ever. He would smile at her, kiss her on the head, and tell her how he wanted their child to have the best of her genes. And she would look towards the window, wondering if Jack knew what was happening.



**



Jack stood at the wheel of the ship. Their journey was unclear, save one detail: get as far away from the Port Royal goons as possible. Add onto that list any of the people he owed money to. Add Barbossa. Add Jones. Hell, add everyone. He had no real friends- except rum.



He took a swig from his rum bottle, enjoying the way the liquid burned down his throat. Where was he going? Oh, he had a mission…he just didn’t trust anyone enough to tell them.



Dusk had settled over the tempered ocean, leaving it peaceful…the perfect time for ambush. Jack’s cunning eyes swept the ship. He heard a creak behind him. Immediately, he reached for his gun, cocking it as he said, “If I was you, mate, I’d identify meself right now before you take another step.”



The soft female voice caused Jack’s tension to lower: “It’s Elizabeth Turner.”



Jack turned around, putting his gun back in his belt. “Oh lookee ‘ere, it’s Mrs. Turner. How’s the mister, eh?”



Elizabeth was surprised how personal Jack was taking this. “Come on Jack-



“Captain Sparrow, luv. Savvy?”



“Jack…Jack!” Elizabeth cried out indignantly when he turned his back on her. She grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him so they were face to face. “Come on, do you really think I wanted to say all that? To turn you away from me? I had to be with him- it was the only way he wouldn’t find out about us!”



Jack grinned at her, “I know that, darlin’. I just love it when you get all rumbly ‘ere with me.”



Elizabeth pushed him. “You filthy pirate! To think that I was actually worried about YOUR feelings-



She was cut off by the rouge pirate grabbing both of her shoulders and pushing her against the mast, not enough to hurt her, just enough to let her know who was in charge.



“Lissen here, luv,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “I’m the Captain- Captain’s orders are everyone’s orders ‘ere, savvy?”



His hand found its way underneath her dress, trailing his fingers across her satiny skin. He moved his fingers towards that warm spot that ached for him, only to discover she wasn’t wearing underwear!



He grinned at her: “Dirty Elizabeth…I never knew you had it in you, luv.”



Elizabeth grinned back at him, “Why do you think I’ve been wearing dresses, Mr. Sparrow?”



Jack moaned at the thought of Elizabeth walking around the ship without panties on. He could just imagine…she would be taking stock down below the deck…he would find her there…lift her up…pry those legs open…and go searching for treasure with his tongue…



This thought of her not wearing underwear made him so hard he could barely stand it. She would not get away with teasing him like this! Jack quickly removed his fingers, abandoning his original plan.



Elizabeth pouted, “Jack, you’re supposed to- oh!”



Jack had fallen to his knees, pulling on of Elizabeth’s legs over his shoulder. He threw her dress over his head and probed his way between her folds with his tongue.



“Oh Gods!” Elizabeth felt his tongue swirling around inside her. She was nervous someone would see, but in the next moment didn’t care because- oh Gods, he was flicking her clit! “Jack…oh Jack…”



Jack didn’t relent, sliding his tongue in and out of her, using his fingers to rub her clit. His other hand rubbed her ass, but that soon turned to moving in and out of her as his tongue rubbed her clit.



Electricity ran through Elizabeth- Jack was relentless! Waves of bliss ran through her, everything lick feeling better than the last, his tongue moving faster than his fingers…



“Jack,” she whimpered, “oh Gods, Jack, oh Gods, right there, right there, mmh, oh Jack!” With a few fast strokes of her clit and Jack skilled tongue running throughout her, she came and came and it was amazing! Beautiful waves of ecstasy coursed throughout her body.



Jack smirked, raising her leg from over his shoulder. As he stood, he held her up, continually smirking about how hard she came. Captain Jack Sparrow made her come like none other.



Elizabeth saw the smirk on Jack’s face and thought to herself naughtily, ‘This isn’t over yet!’



Jack stopped smirking when he felt Elizabeth stroking his erection through his breeches. “Oh no darlin’,” he said, “I’m not through with you-



He didn’t get a chance to finish that thought because Elizabeth had undone his belt. She tugged Jack’s breeches off of his muscular legs just enough so his throbbing member stood before her, begging to release.



Elizabeth stroked Jack slowly at first, wrapping her hand gently around his shaft and moving up and down.



Jack moaned, lightly biting her neck. “Oh Gods, Elizabeth…faster…don’t stop…”



She needed no further bidding- she sped up her hand movements, taking a moment to run her thumb over the tip of Jack’s penis.



Jack shuddered- he wanted to fuck her until they both came. He grabbed Elizabeth’s hand, stopping her movements. Very suddenly, he grabbed one leg and wrapped it around himself. And as he pushed himself inside her, Elizabeth wrapped the other leg around him.



‘Oh Gods, her pussy is so sweet,’ Jack thought to himself. He couldn’t say it out loud- he wanted to see the look on Elizabeth’s face. There was barely any moving room, but he pulled himself out slightly and then swiftly thrust himself back in.



Elizabeth moaned- Jack filled her up so well. “Oh Jack, fuck me!” she cried.



Jack shifted her, quickly covering his mouth before he used that hand to grope Elizabeth’s ass again. “Shh, luv…oh Gods…do y’want anyone to hear?”



Elizabeth giggled, forgetting about Will as she grinded herself in time with Jack.



He went slowly at first- small thrusts, in and out. As Elizabeth moaned his name more, his thrusts became faster, increasing as the flutters of incredible pleasure ran through him. He noticed Elizabeth’s face- she was going to come again. Jack sped up, thrusting at a more frenzied pace.



Elizabeth could barely keep up, she felt so good. “Jack, Jack, oh, uh, Jack, oh Gods!” She came again, not as strong but she didn’t care it was so good.



Jack was still thrusting and Elizabeth wanted him to come. She buried her face in his neck, biting him harder than he would her, running her hands all over him.



“Jack, come for me, ooh Jack, come for me-



He didn’t need to be told twice- Jack came, thrusting himself almost frantically into Elizabeth, getting every last bit of pleasure before his head fell into Elizabeth’s neck.



Elizabeth kissed the top of his head. He looked up at her and smiled.



Barbossa smiled too. He finally had something to bargain with.











I didn’t expect it to be quite this long, truthfully, but there you go. Anyway, if y’all have suggestions, awesome. If not, then as always, I appreciate my followers. See you next chapter!