PIRATES, CHOCOLAT AND ROCK 'N' ROLL

Jack glanced around the room and saw that Will was taking Elyse over to meet Dr. Gonzo. She didn't have a glass in her hand so he grabbed two glasses of red wine and walked over to where they were standing. Will was just beginning to make his introduction.



"Gonzo, Donna, There is someone I'd like for you to meet. This is...



"Elyse Newton with Rolling Stone Magazine" Jack interrupted as he approached. "I brought you some wine, darling, I hope you like red."



Elyse looked at Jack, puzzled. "Thank you...yes I do."



"It's very nice to meet you Elyse" Dr. Gonzo shook her hand "Don't mind Jack, he does crazy things sometimes."



"So I hear." Elyse responded with a chuckle.



Meanwhile, Will's eyes were on Jack. He knew what was up. He had seen this look too many times. Will felt that it might be disastrous for Jack to get involved with Elyse. They needed this Rolling Stone article to be a shrine to their talent, hard work and perseverance. If things went badly with Jack, the article may suffer for it.



Will liked Elyse and he thought she would do a fine job, but it was a prospect not without risk. Damn, why didn't they send a man to do this job? It was a headache Will Turner did not need right now.



"Jack, a moment please." Will's expression and tone were stern. "Please excuse us, we'll be right back." The two men took a few steps away from the group.



Jack lifted his glass to his lips and indulged himself in a long drink of his wine. "What's up, Will?" He had a feeling he already knew.



Will looked at Jack dead in the eye. "Jack, listen to me. I know Ms. Newton is attractive, but I strongly urge you not to get involved with her. I can see what your intentions are and I am asking that you please not start anything with her. This article in Rolling Stone is extremely important for the band and I will not have you fucking it up."



Jack glanced down at the floor, taking a moment to consider how to respond to Will's request.



"You are correct in thinking that I am attracted to her. I can't promise you that nothing will happen between us. However, I can promise you that I won't fuck up your precious article." Jack met Will’s eyes with a look of defiance.



"You are one selfish bastard, Jack." Will shook his head as he watched Jack walk back over to Elyse.



What was up with Will & Roux tonight? Damn! he thought. I'm not hurting anyone.



Dr. Gonzo and Donna were just leaving as Jack approached Elyse.



" ‘ello darling." Jack looked again into Elyse's crystal blue eyes. They were open wide and he wanted to fall into them.



"Hello Jack." Elyse's heart was racing. How in the world would she be able to stay professional with this man oozing sexual charisma all over her?



It took mere seconds for her to anxiously consume her entire glass of wine. It did not occur to her how it must have looked until she was about half-way through the glass.



Jack laughed "Well, I guess you do like red!" he then laughed a little louder. Damn, she was beautiful, even with wine all over her mouth. Mmmm. How delectable it would be to lick it off. He grinned with the thought.



"Oh shit, I can't believe I just did that!" Elyse was genuinely embarrassed. Get a grip, girl!She told herself.



Jack stopped laughing and took her hand once more up to his lips. He looked into her eyes and in his deepest, most sultry voice he said "Let's get out of here."



Once again, Elyse was at a loss for words. All she could do is nod.



Jack held on to her hand and led her through the crowd. She noticed Jack giving the cut-throat sign to Mr. Gibbs. She was sure that meant there would be no harem tonight. She was also sure that meant that he fully intended to have her instead. Her inner voice screamed "Elyse remember why you are here and who you are! You are no groupie! Tell this man it is not going to happen because you are a professional. Who the hell does he think he is anyway, making that assumption?"



Elyse knew her inner voice was right but she was powerless at this moment to do anything about it. Soon she and Jack were sitting in the back of the limo. The effects of the wine were creeping up on her and she remembered she hadn't eaten since she was on the plane. That felt like ages ago. The desperate need to have the world slow down for a little while was fully upon her. She closed her eyes and attempted to clear her head.



"Are you all right?" Jack sounded genuinely concerned. "Can I get you anything, Elyse?"



"Yes, I am fine, just very tired and very hungry." Elyse opened her eyes to see Jack with a hand full of grapes. He slowly placed one to her lips and she took it. It was cold and sweet. She was grateful for them.



"Have some, you'll feel better, I promise," Jack smiled gently. What a treasure she is.



Elyse went to reach for a few more grapes and Jack stopped her. "No, allow me, please." Jack slowly fed her the rest of the grapes. There was such eroticism in feeding someone or being fed by someone. He loved feeding her, watching her enjoyment of the fruit. Jack began to feel desire growing in him. He knew he was going to have to pace himself for her. It might take awhile, but he felt certain he would succeed.



"Thank you, Jack. They were wonderful and I do feel better now." Elyse felt herself settling down, her head was clearer and she was feeling more like herself again.



"Good." Jack smiled gently again. "So...how did you like the show tonight?"



Elyse looked into his eyes and for some reason, she was totally honest with him. "Jack, I loved the show. I haven't felt that alive in so many years. I can't wait for the next one!"



She looks like a little girl. Jack was pleased that she was so candid with him. "I'm glad you liked it."



At that point an awkward silence fell over them. Jack sipped his wine and seemed to be somewhere else in his mind. Elyse closed her eyes and enjoyed the quiet.



Jack looked at her with her head tilted back on the seat, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He imagined what it would be like to see that lovely face tense with passion. There was growing discomfort in his black leather pants. This may be more difficult than he imagined. There was something about this woman. Something he couldn’t define that was challenging his will. Jack had become a master of restraint when it served his purposes but now he had honest concern over just how much he wanted Elyse. Jack became fidgety with notion of losing control. Hold on mate, there’s plenty of time to smell the roses. It had been years since a woman had caused Jack to relinquish control of his desire.



Elyse sensed Jack's excitement. He wasn't the only one having a tough time. All the scenes and emotions from the day were beginning to flood her memory. Her body ached from all the sexual tension she had felt. She had wanted Jack all those years ago when she lay in her bed gazing up at huge poster of him that hung on her bedroom wall. And now here she was all grown up and presented with a very tempting opportunity. After brief consideration, she knew it would be dreadfully unprofessional for her to engage in any sort of romantic relationship with the subject of her article. She then opted to perhaps ask for one kiss from him. She told herself that she just had to experience one kiss from this beautiful man, that's all. Then she would simply explain to him that she was a professional and she just couldn't allow things to go any further. Then she did something that surprised even her.



Opening her eyes, she gazed at Jack's handsome features. Her eyes moved from his flowing hair, his long eye lashes, those cheekbones, his full, delicious lips, wet with the red wine they were drinking....down to his lovely chest and then finally there was that bulge covered in black leather. She so longed to touch it, to feel it's heat...to taste that wine on his lips. It wasn't even really sex that she wanted. She simply wanted to enjoy the beauty of this man...just one touch to that amazing face...just one kiss and one touch of those black leather pants in a particular area. That was all.



“Jack?” She whispered as she placed her hand on Jack's thigh, her fingertips just barely in reach of the spot she desired.



By the time Jack opened his eyes to respond, Elyse was climbing onto his lap, straddling him pressing the seam of her jeans against that leather covered hardness. With her two free hands she placed one on each side of his face and brought his lips to hers, taking her tongue and licking the wine off of his lips, her tongue then further exploring the heat of his mouth. Elyse’s mind had momentarily stopped and her body was on auto pilot but then the thoughts returned to her. Oh god, what the hell am I doing? Am I out of my fucking mind? I don’t care. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.



It was indeed a rarity, but Jack was stunned. Stunned and delighted. As much as he wanted to take her into his arms and get started with this little fling, his intuition told him to chill and let her have her way. Jack always tried to listen to his intuition. It had never steered him wrong in matters of the flesh. He sensed that this was not the normal chain of events for Elyse when it came to men. This was an extraordinary action for her. Bless her…she can’t help it. He was well aware of the effect he had on women.



Jack's hands went to her back. With his fingertips, he caressed her back lightly up and down...up and down...Then one hand found her silky hair. The feel of it was luxurious to him.



Elyse withdrew her tongue from his mouth, pausing to taste his lips once more. Jack's tongue found her mouth, swirling around her tongue with a slow, passionate rhythm. A low, lusty moan escaped him and then again and again. This too, was unusual for Jack, but he was unable to control it. They still had their clothes on and this was more honest passion than he had felt in years...strange. The seam of the crotch of her tight jeans was roughly rubbing over his erection through the leather. It was almost too good. Jack was almost afraid he was going to come in his pants. What the hell was going on with him? This was beginning to freak him out.



Elyse's inner voice was screaming again. This is wrong, Elyse. Damn it Elyse, stop. No one is going to respect you as a journalist if you conduct yourself in this unprofessional manner. STOP!



Elyse opened her eyes and realization set in of what she had done. Suddenly, she pulled away from Jack and climbed off of him, all the while reeling not only from the passion she was feeling, but from her very forward, very unusual actions.



"I'm sorry Jack." She put her face into her hands not believing it all.



Jack felt as if someone had pulled the rug right from under him. "Wait...Elyse! What are you doing?" He was in agony. Again, this was another unusual twist for the evening. Jack took Elyse's hands away from her face. "Darling, what is it? What's wrong?"



"Jack, I'm so sorry. Nothing is wrong. I just can't believe I did that. I am a professional journalist. As much as I am sure I would enjoy sleeping with you, I just can't."



As much as Jack wanted her, he was ok with stopping for now. He had to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. In addition, his intuition told him that it was pointless to try to reason with Elyse on this. Still, he could see the desire in her eyes. She's in agony too. thought Jack. God, how he did want her...what had happened was unexpected and an incredible turn-on. On second thought, perhaps he didn’t mind, not being in total control of his passion.



"I understand, Elyse, its ok." Jack suddenly looked tired as the limo pulled into the hotel parking lot. "We're here. We'll go up to my room and have some real food sent up."



Elyse wasn't sure if this was a good idea. She should probably just go up to her room and go to bed. Maybe she would just go up for a few minutes. She was in control of herself or so she thought.



They entered the elevator and headed for the 23rd floor. Jack smirked as he watched the doors close. It occurred to him that he had never had sex in an elevator and that was something he had always wanted to do. He looked over to Elyse. Yes, it would be fun, but it would not be tonight...another time perhaps...He looked up, playing with his beard considering his little fantasy.



It was almost like Elyse had read his mind. Desire flew into her as she pressed the stop button on the control panel. She knew that once she did this, it would be the point of no return.