Teaching Miss Swann

A/N: Yeah! Umm.... yeah. Nothing special here. ^_^

Position 7: Ride 'em

Liz moaned as Jack's wandering hands wandered over her breasts. She knew that he could feel her pert nipples through her shirt, and frankly, she didn't care.

Jack had (literally) stolen her and brought her up to the crow's nest, where they could have some privacy. Now, after about, oh, two seconds of talking, the fire between them had started and they tried like hell to put it out. Unfortunately, they didn't know that all the kissing and touching they were doing only added to the heat, instead of cooling it down.

"Elizabeth?" Jack moaned as Liz, who was sitting in his lap, kissed his neck feverently. His hands went up the back of her shirt, and touched nothing but bare skin. Good. he thought she's learning not to wear those bloody bandages...

"Mmm?" Elizabeth, who still had not removed her mouth from the crook of his neck,answered.

Jack sighed as she nipped his sensetive skin and suckled. Damn woman, she's marking me...

"I brought ye up here so we could talk..." Jack's voice trailed off as Elizabeth began unbuttoning his vest. "Not that I don't... don't... enjoy this..." Jack was speaking between gasps, as his warm skin felt the cool night air.

Elizabeth kissed him deeply, and pulled away. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked, and returned to kissing him along his jawline.

Jack got lost at the feel of her hands untying his breeches. She slid his pants off and kissed him deeply on the lips when she saw that he was already hard for her. She grabbed Jack's hands and placed them on her hips, so he would get the idea to do the same to her. But he didn't, he insisted on talking first.

Bloody man... guess I have to do it all myself...

Elizabeth stood up and wiggled out of her breeches, shivering at the contact of the cool wind against her hot sex. She straddled Jack's waist again and felt him hot and ready against her thigh.

"Lizzie... I do need ta talk ta ya..." Jack breathed out, groaning as Liz grinded herself on him.

"You can talk. I'll be busy doing other things, though." She slipped him into her passage, and grinned as she watched Jack bend his head back and hiss at the contact.

The maids were right. Men ARE easy. Elizabeth thought, and began to slowly move up and down on him.

"Jezzis... Lizzie... I am trying to have a normal... conver... ohh..." Jack felt himself hit that spot he knew she liked, and growled deep in his throat. Oh, bugger it. It can wait. Jack was defeated, and pressed his mouth against the skin that was exposed on Lizzie's chest.

Lizzie moaned and began riding faster on her pirate, feeling his greedy hands moving up and down her front, capturing her shirt covered chest. She thrusted her chest forward, a non-speaking way of telling him that she wanted more of the contact. Jack complied, slipping his dirty finger in the opening of her shirt and pulled down.

Jack managed to remove her shirt like that, without popping any buttons, and once her chest was exposed, he hungrily began to lap at her bouncing breasts. Elizabeth found this exciting, she always did, and felt Jack thrust up more deeply into her. Jack nipped at her sensitive skin, causing her to grab his shoulders as she began to pump him faster.

"Lizzie..." Jack moaned onto her bare chest.

Elizabeth felt the start of her completion begin, and Jack thrusted up into her twice before he let his release fill her. She moaned and collapsed on his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. She felt Jack wrap his arms around her waist and hugged her close. Elizabeth enjoyed being in Jack's arms, she felt safe and sound in them.

After a few nice moments, Elizabeth remembered that Jack wanted to talk to her.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

Jack took a deep breath and moved so Lizzie could slip out of his lap. "Put yer pants on, so I can tell ya."

"Why?"

"Because knowing ya, ya'll hit me and storm away."

Elizabeth laughed. But, she followed Jack's request and put her breeches on. He did the same. "I seriously doubt that."

Jack sighed and stood up, so he could become face to face with her (which wasn't actually what happened, as he was a head taller then her) and sighed again.

"Lizzie... ye know I enjoy our time together."

"I do, too."

"And I would do anything fer ye, 'cause yer a nice, respectable lady and deserve the best."

Elizabeth flushed at that. "Jack, really, I'm not that-"

"That's why I think it's best for us not to see eachother anymore." Elizabeth's face fell as the words slipped out of Jack's mouth. "Not in this way, not anymore."

Elizabeth felt like a mast just fell on her. Her heart beated hard, nearly jumping out of her chest, and she stared up at him.

It was a look of shock.

Then a look of disgust.

Then hate.

Then all Jack saw was her fist- not her palm, her fist- collide into his face. He fell backwards, grabbing his bleeding nose as he collided painfully into the bottom of the crow's nest. As he expected, she stormed her way down the ladder and across her deck to the storage room, where she had set up a private cot for herself when she joined the Black Pearl.

Jack watched her go, still clutching onto his nose (he could tell that she had broken it- and he did deserve it) and groaned.

Dammit! Why do I have to love her? She hurts!