Unforgivable

Hey, me again! Got another chapter for you; hope you enjoy - and once again, apologies for the delay. I do have a good excuse though; aside from RL crap I've also been knuckling down to my potential 'best-seller' (4 chapters in so far - go me!) so it's all for a worthy cause! Sparrabeth is so much fun to write, and the feedback I've gotton from you guys has boosted my self-confidence no end - so thank you and big hugs to you all. I'm not done with this story quite yet, but the end of the journey is in sight now, I think. And I promise, however long it takes between chapters, this story WILL be completed!! xxx


He was doing it again.

Couldn’t seem to help it; his eyes drawn to her as surely as the needle on his compass.

One hand lazily caressed the wheel as he watched her; hypnotised, he thought wryly, like a moth to the bloody flame. The coming child had stolen none of her beauty and only a little of her grace; she moved now with a slight sway to her step which he found ridiculously endearing. And as for the way that dress she’d taken to wearing since she’d grown – well, too big for her breeches, in point of fact – moulded itself to her voluptuous new figure…

He could see her lips moving now, although she stood alone, and he smiled knowingly as her fingers traced the swollen mound of her belly. Whispering more tales to the little one, no doubt. His smile faltered then, just a little. He’d give a keg of rum – well, a bottle anyway – to know what she said to their unborn son.

As if sensing his scrutiny she turned to face him then, and a warm smile lit her features as she started towards him.

“Lizzie me love,” he began as soon as she was within earshot, but she forestalled him with a quick shake of her head and a warning glare.

“None of your business, Jack. I already told you; it’s a private conversation between mother and child.” Moving as close as their burgeoning offspring would allow, she planted a quick kiss on his furrowed brow. “You’ll just have to ask her yourself when she’s old enough to answer.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” he muttered, then smirked as he felt the child shift against his belly. “He’ll tell me all of it, won’t ye me lad?”

“That’s what you think!” Wincing, Elizabeth drew back and pressed one palm against the side of her heaving belly. “Now look what you’ve done – why does the sound of your voice always make her squirm so much?”

“He’s just trying t’get yer attention, luv. Tryin’ t’tell ye to listen to his Dad and stop callin’ him a bloody girl.” Flicking her fingers away he replaced them with his own, rubbing gently.

She gave a blissful groan and sagged heavily against him, making him stagger.

“That bad, is it?” Ducking his head, he brushed his lips tenderly against the tip of her nose. “Off to th’cabin wiv ye then, an get that bloody dress off. I’ll want ye naked in me bunk by the time I’ve fetched the oil.”

He felt the quiver of her amusement as she opened her eyes.

“I can see how that might soothe YOUR ache, Captain Sparrow, but I fail to see how it will ease mine!”

“I’ve plenty more talents than just THAT, ye cheeky wench. An’ plenty more uses fer a drop of oil than the one you’re thinkin’ of.”

“I’m sure you have,” she smiled, reaching down between them. “And I can’t imagine what prompted me to make such an outrageous assumption.”

“Totally uncalled for,” he agreed, nodding gravely. “Not t’mention unfair. There’s only one person t’blame fer the fact I spend more time up than down these days. Talking of which, it might prevent such occurrences occurin’ if ye took yer hand out of me breeches now and then.”

Instead Elizabeth tightened her grip and tilted her face towards him. Jack surrendered with good grace, savouring the sweet heat of her mouth and the firm caress of her fingers for several long, heady moments. But when he realised his own hand had crept, as if of its own volition, beneath the lace-trimmed edge of her bodice, he reluctantly pushed her away.

“Best make yer escape while ye still can, luv. Much more of that an’ I’ll be forced t’take ye where we stand. Unless, of course, ye WANT the crew t’see ye wiv yer skirts up round yer ears?”

In reply her hand darted back to his crotch with the speed of a striking snake, administering a farewell squeeze that made him groan aloud.

Before he could retaliate she’d swayed serenely out of reach, her triumphant chuckle ringing in his ears. Jack watched her go, his fingers clenched tightly around the wheel to prevent himself from tearing after her and making good his promise. Several slow, deep breaths later he’d convinced his lower half that patience was indeed a virtue, and was able to greet the timely appearance of his first mate with an impressively nonchalant grin.

“Ah, Mr Gibbs!” he called, making a quick and strategic adjustment to his sash, “Just the man I want. Need ye t’finish me watch, mate; I’ve some pressin’ business to attend to. And I’ll also be needin’ ye t’fetch me a lamp an’ a vial of some sort, if ye’d be so kind …”


Some ten minutes later Jack stomped into the cabin bearing a small glass bottle and a very disgruntled expression.

Elizabeth raised her head from the pillow and shot him a disapproving look.

“You do know that’s not the reaction most women hope for when their lover finds them naked in their bed, don’t you?”

His scowl deepened as he dropped the bottle onto his desk and began to shed weapons, belts and baldric.

“Interferin’ old bugger! What the bloody hell business is it of his anyway? Can’t a man do somethin’ nice fer someone what needs it wivout bein’ accused of bein’ a selfish, single-minded bloody – bloody - pirate!”

“Jack?”

Emerging from the billowing folds of his discarded shirt, he gave her a sour glance.

“WHAT?”

“I can see how muttering and cursing might make YOU feel better, but how exactly will it help me?”

The fiery glint in his dark eyes softened a little, and he smiled, a little sheepishly.

“Right. Sorry, luv; s’not what I intended. But then I weren’t intendin’ on sufferin’ a lecture from that judgemental old git, neither –”

“Will you stop growling and come here? There, now –” She reached up to tug gently on his braids as he sank obediently onto the bunk beside her – “That’s better. Now tell me which judgmental old – erm – git, was it? – has upset you.”

“Bloody Gibbs, o’course. He’s under the impression I’ve nothin’ in my head as far as you’re concerned but seein’ ye on yer back.”

“Well that’s hardly fair! Nor true, come to that – we’ve not been able to do it that way for weeks now.”

One corner of his mouth quirked upwards at that, but he was not to be deflected.

“You’d think he’d know me well enough by now t’credit me wiv some sense! It don’t take a bloody genius t’figure out most women don’t want swivin’ when they’re swollen fit t’burst.” He paused, giving her a look that was both admiring and accusing. “Daft bugger should also know by now that yer not ‘most women’. Mebbe I should’ve told him the real truth of it, eh? Confess that ye spend more time climbin’ inside me breeches than I do?”

Elizabeth shrugged, unabashed.

“IF that were true – and I’m not admitting to anything - it would be entirely your fault for introducing me to such a diverting pastime in the first place. You reap what you sow, Captain Sparrow.”

Grinning now, he cast a pointed glance at her swollen belly

“So I noticed. Still don’t give Gibbs the right t’burden me wiv unnecessary an’ quite uncalled-for advice though.”

“Of course not. But I’m sure he meant well. He’s very fond of you Jack; he was just trying to help-”

“Don’t need his bloody help!”

Groaning, she let her head drop back onto the pillows and gave his bare arm a gentle slap. “Fine. Why don’t you go and tell HIM then? Because my back aches and my head hurts and I swear this wretched child of yours has bruised my ribs and stamped on my kidneys!”

He was on his feet and striding towards the desk before she’d finished speaking, kicking off boots and breeches on the way.

“Wait just a minute more, Lizzie luv. I’ll soon have ye feelin’ better.” Naked as her now, he unstoppered the small glass bottle with his teeth and poured a little of its contents into his cupped palm. “Ye’ll rest easy an’ well after this - and wake up feelin’ bloody marvellous. I always do.”

Elizabeth gave him a dubious glance; he was spreading the oil over both hands now, with brisk, business-like movements.

“Need ye t’shift over a bit luv. Have t’do this from behind.”

Dutifully she heaved her swollen body closer to the edge of the mattress, wincing as their restless offspring jabbed her sharply in the ribs once more.

“Jack…it’s not that I’m ungrateful for the offer, but do you really think this is a good idea? It’s not that I’m unwilling to – to – well - experiment, but I really don’t think this is the right time to be-”

“Shhh!” he ordered, pausing just long enough to administer a stern glare before crawling carefully over her prone form. “Talkin’s not allowed. Just close yer eyes an’ breathe, Savvy?” Pushing her hair aside, he slid a warm, oil-drenched palm along the length of her spine. Elizabeth sighed, unable to repress a small, delighted shiver.

“See?” His low-pitched murmur was decidedly smug. “Knew ye’d like it. Now d’you think fer once ye can actually manage t’do as I ask an’ not talk?”

But as his hand moved gently over the base of her spine, her only response was a deep, blissful groan.

His, quick, clever fingers worked with tireless patience, seeking out and soothing each aching, tender spot until she felt as though she were drifting, her body sinking into the mattress whilst her mind floated somewhere above it. By the time his hands finally stilled Elizabeth was reduced to a state of dreamy somnolence, incapable of anything but a faint, intensely grateful moan.

Jack chuckled, soft and low, then she felt his butterfly touch once more on the tightly stretched skin of her belly.


“Be still now, Lizzie,” he whispered, and she felt the maddeningly delicate touch move gradually lower until he found the soft, damp curls at the apex of her thighs. “I saved the best til’ last. This was always me favourite part – the piece da resistance, as they say – but ye mustn’t fight it, Savvy? Just swim along wiv the tide.”

She was still wondering what he meant when began to caress her, and the sensations wrought by his feather-light touch drove all other thoughts from her head. Desire seemed to radiate from the place he touched until her entire being was aglow with it; a pleasure so sweetly intense that it bordered on pain. Within minutes she was quivering on the edge of release, her agonised whimpers both a plea and a protest.

“Hush, darlin’,” he crooned, his breath warm against her ear. “Lie easy an’ savour th’voyage.”

Now she felt the butterfly touch on the inside of her thighs; a tender, delicate tease that was both far too much and nowhere near enough. His voice was a low, melodious chant and she felt herself responding to it, the urgent tension dissipating into something more gentle - but no less compelling.

Somewhere in the dim, heady haze she realised his body echoed the slow, helpless movements of her own and reached back to stroke him, feeling the pulse and throb of life beneath the taut silk of his skin.

“Come with me,” she murmured, and felt him grin against her neck.

“Your wish is my command as always, Missis Sparrow,” he crooned, tugging her hand away. “Not now though. Not ready, yet. Want t’sail these enchanted waters wiv you fer a good while first, darlin’; it’ll make arrivin’ all th’sweeter...”

Elizabeth, who felt neither capable of nor inclined to disagreement, closed her eyes and surrendered into his expert hands with a soft moan of pleasure.

Her world became a languid, erotic daydream; a place of pure sensation where all else was both unfathomable and irrelevant. His warm strength at her back was her only anchor against the gentle, relentless caresses and his dark, honeyed tones all she could hear, his words melting together in a rich, sensual lullaby.

Jack seemed to anticipate the slow-rising tide of desire that swept through her with such gentle, unrelenting persistence, his body moving with hers in perfect harmony. A moment before the touch of his fingers alone was no longer enough she felt the slick, solid heat of him between her thighs, his slow, gliding thrusts both soothing and inflaming her tender, aching flesh. And when a faint, pleading moan told him she could stand no more teasing he entered her in a slow, graceful glide with scarcely a break to his rhythm, his fingers never ceasing their excruciatingly delicate caress.


They rocked together that way for an interminable length of time, maintaining the languid, lazy pace he’d set despite the increasing sense of urgency that coursed through her body and shivered through his in it’s turn. The end, when it came, was not the explosive rush she’d grown accustomed to, but a slow and steady surge that rose up and up, casting her adrift on wave after wave of gloriously intense pleasure.

Only then did he still, his arm holding her steady and his hips pressed hard against hers to drive himself deep into her convulsing body. The violent tremors that shook her surged through him as well, and the urgent, pulsing heat of his release warmed her; spilled hot and wet between her thighs.

They lay unmoving for a long time after the final aftershocks finally died away, both of them exhausted and utterly, blissfully content.

Eventually though, Elizabeth felt him withdraw and shift downwards so that he could curl himself around her back once more, his thighs strong and firm behind her own and his fingers resting gently on the curve of her belly.

“Thank you,” she murmured drowsily, and he pressed a slow, measured kiss against the side of her neck.

“Me pleasure, darlin’- in every sense. Learned it in Singapore; does wonders fer an achin’ back.”

“Your BACK, of course. I’m sure that’s why you liked it so much.”

Jack chuckled softly.

“I only ever let th’pretty ones swive me at th’end, I swear. An’ there’s none prettier than you fer me anymore luv, as ye well know. Ye made it bloody hard work though; tested me self-control to its limits.”

“The ending more than justified your efforts, my love. Will you promise to do it again?”

“Like I said darlin’, wishes an’ commands. I’ll even teach ye how to return th’favour once our squirmin’ little beastie’s safely born.”

She responded with a huge yawn and he grinned, a trifle smugly.

“Said ye’d rest easy an’ well after, didn’t I? AND it appears we’ve rocked the aforementioned small beastie t’sleep too. Would ye prefer I left ye to sleep in peace? S’too bloody hot in here now, an’ this bunk’s a trifle snug fer the three of us t’lie easy.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment, pondering his question. He was right; the air in the cabin was thick, heavy and rather humid, and the space they occupied within it did feel a little cramped. He was as oil-smeared and sweat-sheened as she, making his tender embrace a rather slippery affair, and the sheet, bunched in a twisted tangle beneath her hips, bore an uncomfortably moist reminder of his recent, joyous capitulation.


“No,” she smiled, curling her fingers over his. “I’m perfectly comfortable. Please stay.”

“Always an’ forever, darlin,” he whispered, and kissed her once again.