Fate Intervenes

Fate Intervenes 8/?
by GylzGirl
Rated NC-17
Other headers attached to previous chapters
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CHAPTER EIGHT: What Happens in La Vega, Stays in La Vega


The next night, the crewmen of the Black Pearl stood lined up at the La Vega dock as Jack paced back and forth in front of them. "Them that were unlucky enough to draw second rotation will meet Mr. Gibbs here bright and early at 6 am to relieve Cotton and the other four who were even unluckier and drew first rotation, savvy?" Five heads nodded in the line. "Now, off with ye scabrous dogs!" The crew dispersed as fast as their feet would carry them. "Try not to spend your share all on one strumpet. Spread it 'round a bit!" Jack called after them. Soon everyone was gone save for Jack, Elizabeth, and Gibbs.

"Orders, Captain?" Gibbs asked.

Before Jack could answer, Elizabeth kissed his cheek. "I'll meet you here in two hours." She began to walk away when Jack grabbed hold of her hand and tugged her back to him.

"Where do you think you're off to then?"

She smiled at him mischievously. "I have some things to attend to. I'll meet you in two hours." The wind ruffled Elizabeth's hair which was being worn loose for a change. Jack had even talked her out of her boy clothes and into wearing a pretty pink dress. She looked completely ravishing and Jack had several places in La Vega already mentally picked out where he was intending to do just that.

He pouted. "I had it in me mind to show you some of the sights."

"And you will, Jack. In two hours time." She started to walk away again and he once more pulled her to his side. "Jack Sparrow!"

"It's not in me nature to limit your freedom but…" He looked to Gibbs nervously. His First Mate only smiled at him. Frustrated, he turned back to his bride. "It's not safe."

"I was safe enough in Tortuga without you."

"Yes, safely locked away in a room most of the time."

She touched his cheek. "You're being very sweet, even if somewhat annoying. But I'm afraid I must insist."

"You were dressed as a lad in Tortuga."

"I only dressed this way here to please you!"

"And so it does. It's who else it might please that worries me. And I didn't plan for you to be unaccompanied."

"I do know how to handle a sword, Jack."

"Yes, but ye didn't bloody bring one now did you?"

Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest. "Right about now you ought to be very happy I didn't!"

Jack swore to whatever higher being that had been given the sorry luck to be put in charge of watching out over pirates that if Gibbs hadn't been there, he would have taken her on the spot. There was just something about an angry Elizabeth that sent bolts of arousal racing to his groin. Actually, if he didn't put a stop to this soon, he was going to take her anyway; even if it meant giving Gibbs a heart-attack in the process.

Jack's eyes flashed over to his First Mate and then back to Elizabeth. He sighed and held his hands up in a placating manner. "Perhaps I have a compromise. What say you go off on your own and I send Gibbs along with you, just to keep a watch out for you? I'll even order him not to tell me anything you do or anywhere you go. Do we have an accord?"

"I don't know."

"Gibbs, you'll follow that order, won't you?"

"Uh aye, Jack. Course I will." Gibbs looked into Jack's eyes and his own widened in surprise. "Oh, you mean you actually… oh well then, aye Jack. I will."

"There you go, Love. We'll meet back here in two hours as ye wish."

Elizabeth looked between the two of them. "Oh, all right then. I don't suppose you'd ask Gibbs to break his word in front of me, and by the time I let the two of you out of my sight together, it won't much matter any more."

"Right then. Gibbs, see to me lovely bride." He kissed her hand and turned to walk away. This time, it was she who held him with her grip. "Changed your mind already, Lizzie? Was it the thought of me walking away or the sight of it that did the trick, eh?"

"No, I haven't changed my…" Elizabeth huffed a breath, flustered. She took a second to calm herself, easing back from his baiting. "Jack, you'll not go whoring will you?"

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Ah, so you don't want to share me company but are loathe to think of others who might enjoy it in your stead? Did we not just discuss this? And in front of a Vicar no less?"

She sighed. "I know what we said. It's just…we've only been married a few days."

Jack took her hands in his and exhaled. "It wasn't part of me plans for this trip, Lizzie. And had it been, because you asked nicely, I would acquiesce to your request out of deference to the newly rumpled state of our marriage bed." Elizabeth's eyes shot over to Gibbs who was suddenly finding his shoes rather fascinating.

"Thank you, Jack," she said.

He kissed her. "Course, I will expect you to make this great sacrifice up to me several times before the night is through." Jack quickly patted her bottom, enjoying her shocked gasp and dancing gracefully out of the way of the swipe she took at his arm. He grinned at her from a few paces away and raised his finger warningly. "Two hours, Love. Not a moment longer." He turned and walked away.

Once she was sure he was gone, she turned to Gibbs. "I want you to take me to where the whores are."

Gibbs flushed red and coughed. "Now Elizabeth, Jack may be a pirate but that was as sincere a promise as I've ever seen him make."

"I'm not trying to catch him out in a lie, Gibbs. My reasons are my own. And in fact, my reasons are why I made him promise not to go there."

Completely bewildered, Gibbs decided to do as he'd been ordered and keep his mouth shut. "This way then," he said and walked down the dock with Elizabeth following close behind.

They had only passed a few streets when Gibbs came to a halt. "Why are we stopping?" she asked.

"We are where ye requested we be, Elizabeth."

She took a good look around her and noticed the predominance of women and sailors in the street. "Oh."

Elizabeth heard a quickly muffled chortle and glared at Gibbs, who was suddenly not meeting her eyes. She chewed her lip. That laugh indicated to her that he doubted her resolve. The intoxicating rush of being dared called to her; boosting her bravado when confidence deserted her. She quickly scanned the crowd and picked out a lady at random. She turned back in Gibbs' direction, smiling smugly. "Do what you must to follow Jack's orders, Mr. Gibbs, but you are not invited to this conversation. Savvy?"

Before he could answer, she was making a beeline for a dark-haired girl in a fraying green dress. Bold as brass, Elizabeth strode up and stopped right in front of her.

"May I ask your name?"

The prostitute smiled. "It’s Mabel, lady."

"I see. Mabel, how much do you charge for your time?"

"Normally more than what you could afford for what you're asking, but you are quite the pretty thing and as long as that one following you isn't in on the bargain..."

Elizabeth smiled. "You misunderstand me. I would like to pay you for your time and the only effort expected from you is the use of your wisdom in matters of the bedroom."

Mabel blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Let me begin again. I am newly married. Whilst I may have been a virgin on my wedding night, my husband was… far from. I wish to learn of things that would please him."

Mabel smirked. "Ah I see, you're after tricks of the trade as it were. Tell you what, lady. Buy me a nice meal and we'll talk while I eat it."

"You don't want pay?"

Mabel took Elizabeth by the arm and led her toward the nearest tavern; The George and Dragon Inn. "Oh, it's pay alright, lady. I'm bloody starving." As they walked, Gibbs followed a respectful distance behind with a grin on his face.

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Two hours later, a smiling Elizabeth walked back to the docks with Gibbs still trailing behind. Jack was sitting on a post, facing the water, a rather large bottle of rum in his hand. She practically skipped up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"You're late," he grumbled.

"No, I'm not. I'm exactly on ti…" She noticed the rum. The smile on her face thinned to an angry line. "Are you drunk?"

"Not yet," Jack said and raised the bottle. "But I'm workin' on it. Gibbs, that'll be all."

By the time Elizabeth turned to look, Gibbs was already gone. "What's put you in such a sour mood?"

"Thanks to the time your secret little excursion took, there are no more rooms available in town."

"So? We'll go back to the Pearl for the night and you can show me the town tomorrow." Now that the thought had struck her, Elizabeth realized that the Pearl was exactly the place she wanted to be tonight.

He turned to look at her. "Not near as much fun in the daylight, dearie."

"Me or the town?" She smiled.

Jack returned it. "I seem to recall a few mornings this week when you were quite a bit of fun." He tilted his head as he regarded her. "As well as one or two afternoons. And then of course there was that…"

"There you are then." She interrupted before his remembrances became too graphic. "We'll go back to the ship and start again in the morning."

He pouted. "Not what I had planned though. I wanted to show you La Vega. The taverns, the gambling dens…" Jack lowered his voice and swayed his hands before her. "The dark nooks and crannies, corners and alleys where a pirate can steal a private moment or two with their insatiable little bride."

Elizabeth touched his cheek and smiled at him. "And so you will, tomorrow. Anyway, I've already got what I came here for." He arched an eyebrow but she only continued to smile. "And you won't get to know what I mean by that until we're onboard the Pearl. Savvy?"

Jack swallowed audibly and handed her the bottle. She took a swig and then looked to him. A trickle of rum ran down her chin. Jack stood before her and licked it as it reached the curve of her jaw. He moved back and was surprised when Elizabeth pulled him to her and kissed him His arms came around her waist and squeezed. The movement caused her to drop the bottle of rum. It shattered on the dock beside them. Her eyes blinked open, sure that Jack would be a little upset. He didn't even pause in kissing her. She smiled against his mouth and slid her hands around his neck.

When they broke the kiss, he rubbed the end of his nose against hers. She grinned. "To the Pearl then?"

Jack rolled his eyes and smiled himself. "Aye, Lass. The Pearl it is."

******

Vasquez helped Elizabeth up from the longboat and then extended his hand down to the Captain. When both were aboard, Elizabeth turned to her husband. "I need something from the cabin. I'll be right back."

"We weren't expecting you two until tomorrow, sir. Was there a problem?" Vasquez asked.

Jack waved his hand. "Complications arose with our lodging. Seems the Missus didn't agree with the quality of the accommodations. She preferred our cabin."

"You mean she missed the deck?"

Jack stopped in his tracks and turned to the younger man. He leaned his head back and regarded Vasquez coolly. "What was that?"

Vasquez smiled. "Uh, nothing sir."

Jack smiled back. "I thought not." He turned his head and spotted Cotton approaching. "Ah, Mr. Cotton, just who I wanted to see. Two have returned so two may go ashore. Cotton, Vasquez, your luck's improved. On your way then, lads."

Jack then turned to the remaining crew. "You can all go below and get some sleep. We'll take first watch." Jack ignored the rolling eyes and knowing smiles of Peterson, Bates and Finch as they went down to the crew quarters. He quickly turned back to Vasquez and pointed a finger at him. "Not a word from you, lad, or leave's cancelled." The younger man held his hands up in a surrendering gesture and climbed down into the longboat, followed by Cotton and his ever-present parrot.

Alone on deck, Jack began to miss his bride. As he walked towards their cabin, the door opened and she emerged looking rather pleased with herself. He grinned and approached her. "I believe you were going to explain something to me?"

Elizabeth brought her hands up to his chest. "Wouldn't you rather I just showed you instead?"

He nodded slowly. "Oh yes, that's sounds like a very good idea indeed."

Smiling, Elizabeth kissed Jack thoroughly and backed him up towards the mast. When he was pressed against its solid wood, she clicked a manacle closed around his wrist. He gasped against her mouth and pushed her away. Shocked eyes looked down to his arm which was tethered by chain to the mainmast. She saw fear in his eyes as he quickly looked to the railing of the ship as though he expected the Kraken to be there. His gaze slowly crept back to her face. His eyes were wary of her; a look of mistrust and hurt burned in them. She gently put her fingers to his lips, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"I was sorry, you know. Not for the kiss. I was never sorry for the kiss. But for everything else, you'll never understand how sorry I was. I didn't realize… no, I mean I wouldn't accept how much you meant to me until I saw that thing take you and the Pearl to the depths." She kissed him again. Jack barely responded and though her eyes were closed, she could feel his trained on her, boring into her soul, wondering what would come next this time. Still kissing him, her nimble fingers slipped down his body until they met the front of his breeches. She unfastened him and pulled his cock free into the open air. She broke the kiss and her eyes met his.

"I once left you here to be devoured. It seems only fitting that I should finish what I started." With that, she sank to her knees before him. Her face came to rest even with his cock which seemed to, at that moment, strain closer to her. Gently, she took him in hand and looked up to his face. Jack's eyes looked down upon her. His expression of shock had not wavered since the click of the shackle. When she took him into her sweet, warm mouth, he groaned and shuddered, leaning back against the mast to stay upright.

Elizabeth continued to watch him. His eyes fluttered shut and his upper lip curled in a hiss as she wiggled her tongue along his underside. When his eyes opened again, they were locked on hers and passion-darkened almost to onyx; all trepidation within them gone, lost in lustful bliss. Jack's hand came towards her. Elizabeth imagined he would grasp her hair as Mabel had warned her men were wont to do when receiving this sort of attention. Instead, he cupped her cheek gently, his fingers stroking her skin. She smiled around his heated flesh. Unpredictable in all things was her Jack.

Jack looked down on her as she laved him. Not for the first time that night, he regretted picking out that pink dress for her. It gave Elizabeth's skin more of a blush, only adding to her innocent appearance and the sinfulness of the sight of his cock slipping in and out of those soft, sweet lips. He groaned. His head dropped back as he felt the first stirrings of orgasm hinting across his nerve endings. He wouldn't last long. Even Captain Jack Sparrow, at the end of the day, was only human. Suddenly, hesitant fingers found his sac and began to stroke at him. His breath caught and he looked down on her again. Her brown eyes were wide and staring straight into his. Her mouth and fingers were relentless.

"Elizabeth, you need to…" Jack gasped as another wave of pleasure rocked him hard. He gripped the mast behind him with both hands. "Love, I'm going to…"

Mabel had prepared her for what was to come, and that he would likely attempt to remove himself from her mouth before he climaxed if he was truly the type of man she had described. Following her tutor's advice, she reached behind him and grasped hold of his ass, letting her fingers drift into the crevice between his cheeks. Jack threw his head back and moaned, "Lizzie," as he came in her mouth. She swallowed everything that he gave.

"The flavor of a man's seed can be nectar to some and bile to others. But in most cases, it is simply an acquired taste," Mabel had said.

Elizabeth wouldn't exactly describe the taste of Jack's release as nectar but the idea that such a little thing from her could turn her strong pirate of a husband into a quivering mass certainly sweetened the repast. She licked him clean as he suffered little aftershocks of bliss, leaning heavily against the mast for support.

Elizabeth let him slip from her mouth gently. She sat down, easing the soreness in her knees that the wood of the deck had created. She looked up to Jack, excited at the effect she'd had on him.

Jack slid down the mast and wrapped his free arm around her, still trembling as he nuzzled her neck. Elizabeth reached around him and unlocked the manacle. He brought that arm around her as well and kissed her.

After several luscious moments, he pulled back from her and smiled. "Lay back, Love. I've got to taste you or I fear I'll die." Elizabeth's eyes widened as he laid her back. He tucked himself back inside his breeches and quickly stripped out of his waistcoat. This he crumpled and placed between her head and the unforgiving hardness of the deck. Jack pulled off her shoes and pushed her pink skirt up over her knees. He smiled at the stockings and thin, frilly knickers (which were no doubt as French as mayonnaise if he knew Sarah Larrouse) that she wore. He'd had yet to see any of the dainty female things he'd had the bathhouse proprietress procure for his wife because of the boy clothes she'd been donning. Not for the first time that night, he was grateful he'd picked out that pink dress for her.

Jack's long fingers dusted across her skin, finding their way up to her waist to tug off the knickers. He felt them as he pulled them away. "Lizzie, Love, you're soaking," he said in a husky voice. He heard her gasp and grinned. Elizabeth's knees parted, exposing herself to him even more fully. He groaned and felt a little stirring in his groin.

Jack's hands stroked along the outside of her legs and for a moment, he considered removing her stockings. But there was something about the way her legs looked in them; stark white material against the creamy, smooth skin of Elizabeth's legs which were spread so wantonly for his attentions.

He lay down on his stomach and crept toward his goal. Gently, Jack stroked one finger along her slit, loving the whimper it elicited. Adding another finger to the torment, he parted her folds and bent his head to place a kiss upon the pink pearl of pleasure which was just beginning to peek out of its hiding place.

Elizabeth's hands gripped at the discarded waistcoat beneath her head. The previous occasions Jack had used his mouth on her, she had thought part of the thrill had been looking at him, seeing his naughty dark eyes watching the writhing madwoman he'd created with that tongue of his. But now, he was hidden beneath her skirt, leaving her guessing as to each new sensation. This was rather wonderful in its own right; knowing Jack was there but not knowing what would happen next. She looked straight up at the moonlit night sky, the twinkling stars and the ghostly tendrils of the rigging above them, keeping the Pearl's black sails furled. Her breath came in pants as the arousal built higher and higher with each wicked lap of his tongue. "Jack…oh…so good…so good. Oh, Jack… Jack."

Elizabeth chanting his name that way made him hard again in record time. Jack began to rub himself against the deck as his tongue worked her.

As if reading his mind, Elizabeth said. "No…inside… want more. I want you inside me. Please, Jack. Hurry!"

Grinning, Jack kissed her clit one last time. He rose to his knees and freed his cock from his still-open breeches as his body came to rest over hers. Guiding himself to her, he slid home with her pretty pink skirt bunched in between their stomachs. She moaned as he entered her. Elizabeth's knees came up to cradle him as his hips pumped frantically.

"Lizzie, come for me," he whispered against her ear. "I want to hear you come."

It was as though his words flicked some switch in her body and it had no choice but to obey him. Climax tore through her with a scream of his name, a shudder of her body and a heated rush of wetness around his already throbbing cock.

"Lord," he hissed, still sliding within her. He licked her neck and moaned as he felt his own release approaching.

Elizabeth's hands trailed lazily across the straining muscles of his back. "Come, Jack," she said quietly, echoing his words. "Please come?"

Her words snapped the last of his control. On the next thrust, he drove deep into Elizabeth and poured himself within her. Jack rested his sweat-dampened brow against her shoulder as he panted and recovered. She soothed her hands across his back and rubbed her cheek against the top of his head. A few moments later, he rolled to the side, keeping her within his arms.

Jack exhaled. "You know, Vasquez was right. You're quite the corrupting influence, Lizzie. I think we've developed a fascination with frolicking on deck. Not to mention, I believe you've given me a strange craving for the sight of you in dressed in pink with white stockings."

Elizabeth laughed and God, how Jack loved that sound. "I've corrupted the infamous Jack Sparrow?"

"Aye." He smiled.

"Damn, I'm good."

"Aye, Lass. That you are indeed." He kissed her languidly then stood and helped her to her feet. Jack bent quickly to retrieve their discarded clothing. Then, his arm around her, he led her to their cabin. The night was far from over.


TBC: CHAPTER NINE: Rude Awakening