Unforgivable

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Elizabeth had been alone in his bunk when sleep claimed her. When she woke with the dawn he was there, curled around her back, his long hair trailing across her shoulder.

She sighed contentedly, savouring the peace and his warm, silent presence. Moments like these were to be treasured. It was a rare chance to see her vibrant, talkative lover at rest; those fathomless, enigmatic eyes shuttered from the world, his clever, sinful lips temporarily stilled.

Carefully shifting round to face him, her eyes swept greedily over every curve of his face, the tangled weight of his hair, the lean, tanned strength of his body. He looked so darkly exotic….. So intriguing….. So dangerous….. So…damn …beautiful…..

Almost unconsciously her fingers reached out to explore, tracing the contours of his face with a feather light touch. He sighed softly but did not stir. Elizabeth let her hands trail down, along the column of his throat, across his collar bone and over his chest to touch the scars that adorned it, the smooth skin between.

He moaned in his sleep, a faint smile fleeting across his lips.

Cautiously she smoothed her palm down the hard plane of his belly, her fingertips almost but not quite touching the dark curls between his legs. Jack smiled again and muttered something unintelligible, his body responding to her touch even while his mind still slumbered.

Drawing her hand back for a moment she studied him thoughtfully. Of all the wonderful things he’d shown her so far, one of the most intoxicating was discovering the power she could wield over him. He’d shown her how to render him helpless, vulnerable, desperate for her, his masks and pretences momentarily cast aside. Could she bring him to that place now, rouse him from unconsciousness to passion with only his body’s response to guide her?

Tentatively she reached for him again and began tracing lazy, continuous circles up his inner thigh, along his groin and across the top of his curls. She watched him grow hard, twitching to life although she hadn’t touched him there yet, and his reaction sent a flood of warmth to her loins.

He moaned again and she ran her hands up to his shoulders then back to his chest, tracing over his nipples until they stiffened beneath her fingers. Leaning forward she brushed her mouth softly back and forth against his until his lips parted with another soft sigh. Gentle probing with the tip of her tongue gave her the moist heat of his mouth and she closed her eyes to savour his taste, the brush of his moustache against her upper lip.

Memories flooded her mind of another, much deadlier kiss, and the second taste she’d longed to take but had denied them both for far too long.

“Not sorry for kissing you Jack!” she whispered into his mouth. “Still not…and never will be!”

He murmured and shifted and she pulled away, biting her lip, watching him move restlessly beside her, rolling onto his back, but he did not wake.

“Thank you Jack!”

Elizabeth resumed her slow exploration, carefully tracing every dip and curve and crevice of his body. He quivered under her fingers, and the one part of him she hadn’t yet touched stirred and twitched impatiently against his belly.

When her breathing became shallow and the throbbing between her thighs too much to deny she relented, reaching down to cup him in her hand, rubbing gently from base to tip, thrilling at the vibrant, throbbing heat of him, steel sheathed in satin.

She tightened her grip and he tossed his head restlessly from side to side, moaning deep in his throat with each firm stroke. Elizabeth felt his juices slick her hand, the answering heat and wetness between her own thighs, and knew she could wait no longer.

Carefully she maneuvered herself across his body to straddle his thighs, bearing her weight on her knees. As she closed her hand around him, guiding him to her entrance, she watched his face for signs of wakefulness. Slowly she rocked her hips, sliding him across her folds, waiting for him to give in and thrust himself inside.

But although Jack moaned and sighed again, his erection pulsing impatiently in her fingers, his eyes remained resolutely shut. Elizabeth closed her own eyes, her body crying out for him, and with agonizing slowness she sank down until he filled her to the hilt.

He remained passive beneath her as she began to move and instinctively she angled her hips to feel the pressure of him where she needed it most. The sweet aching need within grew and swelled until it filled her mind as he filled her body, obliterating every other thought.


Jack was dreaming. An intensely pleasurable dream, pleasurable enough for his mind to fight through layers of exhaustion and – eventually – catch up with the responses of his body.

Some part of his consciousness had felt her caresses, had felt the heat burning and building within until it was too strong, too encompassing to ignore. In his dream he’d felt himself slide into her heat, felt her inner muscles embrace him. The gathering storm between his legs grew steadily stronger as she began to move, pulling him relentlessly towards consciousness.

Choking out her name, his hips jerked up to match and hurry her pace and he reached out to steady her.

But his hands were seized and gripped hard, his rings digging into her flesh. Gasping and crooning his name, she writhed against him as his movements pushed her closer to the edge. Jack watched her drowsily through half-closed eyes, her expression of agonized pleasure fuelling his own, knowing she was about to fall.

Suddenly she stiffened and he felt her contracting around him, bathing him in warmth as she cried out. Unprepared, he’d been brought too rapidly from erotic dreams to burning passion for his dazed mind to register the closeness of his own impending climax.

The rhythmic squeezing of her inner muscles as she experienced her first orgasm inside him was too much. Delicious tension soared beyond endurance point with a speed that left him dizzy, and the storm crashed over him. Jack roared in completion and denial, every muscle rigid as he exploded inside her. His semen shot into her body in hot urgent spurts, wringing every last drop from him until it overflowed to spill down her thighs, until he was drained and exhausted.

Elizabeth felt the liquid heat of his release as her own was beginning to ebb and it sent her reeling again. This was more than she had ever known before, a pleasure that was almost unbearably exquisite.

It was overwhelming her, ecstasy bordering on pain – and then it began to diminish, the contractions slowly easing, losing their intensity. She opened bleary eyes to see Jack still shaking and gasping from his own climax, vulnerable and helpless just as she had envisioned.

Needing to soothe them both she fell against him, careful to keep him inside, her body not yet ready to relinquish his.

Jack felt her weight on his chest and his arms came round her automatically. His fingers tangled in her damp hair as he fought to steady his breathing, the reality of what she had done – what they had both done – clamouring for attention as his body quietened.

For a long time the silence was broken only by the sound of their breathing as they clung together, sleepy and sated.

Finally Elizabeth raised her head and gave him a long, tender kiss.

“Oh Jack!” she sighed against his lips. “That was…that was…..absolutely….”

She shrugged, unable to find a word that adequately expressed her feelings.

“……Absolutely bloody marvelous…and bloody irresponsible!” he finished with a groan.

She blinked at him incredulously.

“Irresponsible?”

“Yes Lizzie. Remember what I told you, the first – er - second time I bedded you? What might happen – what in actual fact will, at some point, undoubtedly happen if I spend inside you like that?”

Elizabeth shook her head, dismissing his concern.

“You stayed inside me the first time and nothing happened!”

“We were lucky. Might not be next time. This time.”

She traced his lower lip with her finger, trying to coax a smile.

“But you’re Captain Jack Sparrow!”

“Aye luv. That I am. And you’re a healthy young woman. A healthy, young and - most likely - very fertile young woman. Yer body’s ripe for it!”

Frowning, she shifted slightly, and felt another trickle of warmth escape from where they were still joined. Her face cleared.

“But it doesn’t stay in me Jack!”

He closed his eyes for a moment, whispering a curse under his breath. Then grasping her hips he lifted her off him with a grimace and maneuvered them both to a sitting position. One arm went round her shoulders, pulling her close. Gently he ran his other hand up her thigh and let it rest on her sodden curls.

“Don’t matter. Enough stays in yer to do the damage. Look at me, Elizabeth.”

She obeyed, subdued by the gravity in his tone.

He held her gaze, fingers lightly caressing her shoulder as if to take the sting from his words.

“D’you want to end up staggerin’ round The Pearl with yer belly full o’ me? D’you want to end up lyin’ in this bunk, screamin’ and bleedin’ because of me?”

She shook her head, her eyes wide and fearful.

“Then we can’t be taking chances like this, not again. ‘Tis not the time, not yet. One day maybe, when yer older and stronger and have lived a bit more…. We can think about it. Have a whole crew full if yer want!! But not now. Not yet.”

Elizabeth digested his words, and despite her fear she couldn’t repress a smile. His casual reference to a future spent on The Pearl with him, raising their children together, touched her deeply. It told of a permanence to their relationship, a long-standing commitment she desperately wanted but had not allowed herself to hope for. As for the prospect of bearing his child…although she’d never been enamoured of babies, the thought of carrying Jack’s child in her belly warmed her heart, and unconsciously she pressed a hand to her belly.

But for now at least, he was right. Neither one of them were ready for that.

“I’m sorry Jack!” she whispered. “We’ll be lucky again…….won’t we?”

He regarded her thoughtfully, then grinned.

“Course we will! M’always lucky!!!”

He leaned in to claim her lips with his own, leisurely exploring her mouth with his tongue to distract her from the fact that his fingers were firmly crossed.

“Right Miss Swann!” he smirked, finally breaking away. “Now you’ve had yer wicked way with the Captain….let him get some sleep!”

Elizabeth laughed as he pulled them both down, cradling her to his chest.

He yawned and closed his eyes – then opened them again to peer at her owlishly.

“I know m’irrestible luv….but try and resist for a few hours at least…Savvy?”

“Jack!”

“Though if yer get desperate, I think Gibbs finishes his watch soon……Ow!!!! Don’t hit a man when he’s sleepin’!”

“For a man who’s sleeping you talk far too much, Captain Sparrow!”

He pouted and huffed, too tired to think up a retort, and his eyes slid shut again.

Elizabeth watched him tenderly until sleep overcame her too.

They both dreamed of babies.