Teaching Miss Swann
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
16,868
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Position 6: Standing Up
A/N: Another position? So soon? Wow! My smut muse and my nice muse were fighting, and my smut muse won! *squee!* Good for you guys, bad for my nice muse... poor dear... she needed stitches, and I am afraid those lash marks will scar...
Position Six: Standing Up
Elizabeth wasn't sure how she got in this position. And in the galley, no less! All she and Jack were doing was coming in to grab a quick bite to eat, and they decided that since the kitchen was completely and totally empty (the cook went to take his ritual nap before he had to cook dinner... he'd be back in two hours) that they would sit down and enjoy each other's company.
And they did.
Elizabeth enjoyed having a real conversation (for once) with Jack.
Jack enjoyed getting a kiss from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth enjoyed that the kiss was deepened by Jack.
Jack enjoyed the feel of her hands running up his back... the only thing in his mind was Elizabeth.
Elizabeth enjoyed it when Jack made them stand up and have her face the wall, loosening the strings to her breeches and loosening his own.
Jack GREATLY enjoyed it when his phallus entered the sweet heat of Elizabeth's sex. He stilled his movement for a quick second to get Elizabeth use to the new position, and began to thrust deeply into her. Neither of them were thinking about what would happen if a crew member walked in right now and saw them go out it. For all the crew knew, 'Miss Swann' was still the virginal lady that she portrayed.
They had no idea that Elizabeth already knew practically every swear word in the entire world, and was busy reciting them to Jack.
"Fuck... damn... ohhh... Jack..." Elizabeth moaned, as Jack thrusted up and into her. Her nails scratched at the wood, tears welling up in her eyes from the sheer pleasure she was recieving.
"I love it when ye talk dirty..." Jack joked, and growled as he picked up his movements. He had always imagined taking Elizabeth from behind, and when he finally did, he always imagined taking her up against a wall. He knew, full well, that the crew could walk inside at any moment, but he knew his crew, and they would wait until it was dinnertime to even think about the galley. "Lizzie..."
"Jack! Oh ... go-oood..." Elizabeth moaned and thrusted her hips against Jack.
Jack grinned. She liked it hard? He'll give it to her hard.
He fully extracted himself from her, and before Elizabeth could have the chance to complain, Jack re- entered her with force, knocking the wind out of her. His thrusts became demanding, fast and she was fully aware that her front was beating against the wall as Jack was beating against her back. She was reduced to nothing but growls, groans and little cries of pleasure.
"Ja... Ja... unh! Ja-!"
Jack enjoyed the fact that he could reduce his Lizzie to a bundle of frazzed nerves. He continued to thrust harder, and deeper, to the point when he could feel her tighten around his aching cock.
"Lizzie... my Lizzie..." he whispered huskily into her ear as they both came at the same time.
"My Jack..." Lizzie agreed, feeling all that wonderful warmth flush out of her body. They fell down to the floor together, and Elizabeth moved so she was sitting in Jack's lap, spent and satisfied. They took a few moments to bask in their afterglow, and the real world unfortunately caught up with them. Elizabeth slipped off his lap and put her pants on.
Elizabeth looked Jack in the eyes and smiled. "Yours?"
"Hey, you said it too." Jack smirked as he tucked himself back into his own pants.
"I recall you saying that it was only a 'sex thing'." Elizabeth teased, thinking back on the time when she couldn't take the frustration anymore and going to see Jack, to see if he could calm her down. If anything, it made her worse.
"It is!" Jack blushed- Captain Jack Sparrow blushes? Elizabeth thought- and got up to stand right in front of his Lizzie. "Slip of the tounge. Heat of the moment thing."
"Uh huh." Jack watched as his Lizzie smiled. "Well, I'm going to go get washed up. This galley is filthy, and I am afraid I'll grow just as moldy as the cook is."
Jack grinned at her little joke, and watched as his Lizzie walked away from him.
My Lizzie. Such a funny girl. Wait- MY Lizzie? Jack thought, and frowned. Uh oh...
Position Six: Standing Up
Elizabeth wasn't sure how she got in this position. And in the galley, no less! All she and Jack were doing was coming in to grab a quick bite to eat, and they decided that since the kitchen was completely and totally empty (the cook went to take his ritual nap before he had to cook dinner... he'd be back in two hours) that they would sit down and enjoy each other's company.
And they did.
Elizabeth enjoyed having a real conversation (for once) with Jack.
Jack enjoyed getting a kiss from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth enjoyed that the kiss was deepened by Jack.
Jack enjoyed the feel of her hands running up his back... the only thing in his mind was Elizabeth.
Elizabeth enjoyed it when Jack made them stand up and have her face the wall, loosening the strings to her breeches and loosening his own.
Jack GREATLY enjoyed it when his phallus entered the sweet heat of Elizabeth's sex. He stilled his movement for a quick second to get Elizabeth use to the new position, and began to thrust deeply into her. Neither of them were thinking about what would happen if a crew member walked in right now and saw them go out it. For all the crew knew, 'Miss Swann' was still the virginal lady that she portrayed.
They had no idea that Elizabeth already knew practically every swear word in the entire world, and was busy reciting them to Jack.
"Fuck... damn... ohhh... Jack..." Elizabeth moaned, as Jack thrusted up and into her. Her nails scratched at the wood, tears welling up in her eyes from the sheer pleasure she was recieving.
"I love it when ye talk dirty..." Jack joked, and growled as he picked up his movements. He had always imagined taking Elizabeth from behind, and when he finally did, he always imagined taking her up against a wall. He knew, full well, that the crew could walk inside at any moment, but he knew his crew, and they would wait until it was dinnertime to even think about the galley. "Lizzie..."
"Jack! Oh ... go-oood..." Elizabeth moaned and thrusted her hips against Jack.
Jack grinned. She liked it hard? He'll give it to her hard.
He fully extracted himself from her, and before Elizabeth could have the chance to complain, Jack re- entered her with force, knocking the wind out of her. His thrusts became demanding, fast and she was fully aware that her front was beating against the wall as Jack was beating against her back. She was reduced to nothing but growls, groans and little cries of pleasure.
"Ja... Ja... unh! Ja-!"
Jack enjoyed the fact that he could reduce his Lizzie to a bundle of frazzed nerves. He continued to thrust harder, and deeper, to the point when he could feel her tighten around his aching cock.
"Lizzie... my Lizzie..." he whispered huskily into her ear as they both came at the same time.
"My Jack..." Lizzie agreed, feeling all that wonderful warmth flush out of her body. They fell down to the floor together, and Elizabeth moved so she was sitting in Jack's lap, spent and satisfied. They took a few moments to bask in their afterglow, and the real world unfortunately caught up with them. Elizabeth slipped off his lap and put her pants on.
Elizabeth looked Jack in the eyes and smiled. "Yours?"
"Hey, you said it too." Jack smirked as he tucked himself back into his own pants.
"I recall you saying that it was only a 'sex thing'." Elizabeth teased, thinking back on the time when she couldn't take the frustration anymore and going to see Jack, to see if he could calm her down. If anything, it made her worse.
"It is!" Jack blushed- Captain Jack Sparrow blushes? Elizabeth thought- and got up to stand right in front of his Lizzie. "Slip of the tounge. Heat of the moment thing."
"Uh huh." Jack watched as his Lizzie smiled. "Well, I'm going to go get washed up. This galley is filthy, and I am afraid I'll grow just as moldy as the cook is."
Jack grinned at her little joke, and watched as his Lizzie walked away from him.
My Lizzie. Such a funny girl. Wait- MY Lizzie? Jack thought, and frowned. Uh oh...