Jack's Cure

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Elizabeth was quite a stubborn little minx, Jack had not forgotten that, nor did he underestimate that part of her character as she glanced rather stormily at him, not wanting to actually admit aloud, to his face, in the manner that he requested, that she wanted him. No, of course not. Even if it was perfectly obvious to everyone (Will included) that she was aching for him. A titillating notion in Jack's mind, which was why he wanted to make her admit it.

And he would.

So confident was he in his assumption that he knew Elizabeth better than she knew herself that he honestly believed he could get her to shout it to the heavens that she wanted to rut wCaptCaptain Jack Sparrow. ...He had accomplished this with so many before her, after all.

"Anamaria, why don't you tend to dear William. I believe Elizabeth and I have something to discuss," he murmured lowly, the hint of a chuckle or perhaps a snarl tingeing his voice, Elizabeth couldn't tell which.

All she knew was that she could see the subtle hint of a few of his gold teeth as his lips pulled back from them and he regarded her with that look he had. The semi-sneer that made one feel utterly inferior for it made one realize that Jack knew perfectly well what one was thinking about in that moment and was laughing at one for it.

Watching as her last bastion of placid security rose from the bed at Anamaria’s beckoning, Elizabeth felt a very familiar rush of adrenaline. She was to be alone with the pirate. Now, she knew Jack would never think to hurt her (beyond pain that was meant to enhance pleasure over all, really), but he was absolutely the antithesis of everything she had grown accustomed to in Will. That in itself was rather unnerving. And the last time he had made any sort of direct sexual advance he had been completely smashed and rather silly, eliminating the threat he would have otherwise posed. The silliness was gone now, leaving in its wake an absolutely disquieting clarity of mind and inner-scoundrel.

Jack watched, pleased, as Anamaria slipped to her feet gracefully and motioned Will to follow, which he did as obediently as a puppy with just a little reassuring caress of his wife’s shoulder. He wore an expression of trust on that youthful, ingenuous face of his and it nearly made Jack wince. Why on earth did the boy trust him? His father, Bill, had been his best friend and knew enough not to trust him. Well-- not with his wife anyhow. One of the oldest rules of piracy: trust your mate with your life, not your swag and not your women. Had Bill been even remotely as unquestioning as Will was, young Will might very well have been Jack’s son.

Oh, but that was a perturbing thought!

Quickly striking it from his mind, Jack relinquished any guilt with the simple self-assurance that Will had given him license to do the Devil’s work. So she was less than half his age, so what? Will gave him permission. So he wanted to do this a fair lot more than he probably should have wanted to, so what? Will gave him permission. So this might lead him to rash actions further down the road-- blast, there was that mysterious and bothersome conscience again. With swift precision Jack kicked it right in the noble-intentioned bum and set his eyes on Elizabeth’s trembling nude form.

//Pirate,// he reminded himself, as it seemed to be becoming his mantra.

Elizabeth *wanted* the side of him that was… //right, let’s just say it and be honest, Jack, a *villain.*// So there was no need to get all emotionally conflicted about setting his inner beast free. Still, Jack held back, struggling not to let the girl see any of this indecision. Once free, how hard would it be to rein himself back in and hand her back to Will when all was said and done?

“Well?” Elizabeth mewed softly, allowing the sound to trail into perpetuity as the word rung through Jack’s thoughts, procuring his undivided attention.

One word was all it took. One simple little vocalization of the absolutely frantic impatience she was feeling inside and gone were every one of Jack’s moral inhibitions. The lock was disengaged, the door swung open, and the darkest part of Jack Sparrow was set free.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she saw the flood gates open and Jack’s eyes seem to darken in color to a shade that could best be described as obsidian. She had only ever seen that look once and it had made her skin crawl: the moment he fired his pistol after having waited a decade. And now she was on the receiving end of that expression.

Suddenly it was quite clear to the governor’s daughter that Jack was relatively harmless because the man chose to be harmless. *Chose* to shield the world from the pirate he could have been, *chose* to spill as little blood as possible, *chose* to keep his hands off of any woman who wasn’t willing. It was most definitely *not* that he was incapable of such things or even that he didn’t, at times, lust for them as much as any pirate. Elizabeth suddenly realized with a start that, had he wanted to be, Captain Jack Sparrow could have been very, *very* dangerous. The sometimes asinine, harebrained façade was merely a mechanism of restraint.

In the next moment her thoughts were disrupted by the sudden pressing weight of Jack’s hand on her thigh as he moved over her with a shark-like grin. He was rather like a shark, really, with his black eyes. He took each of her delicate wrists in one grimy but elegant hand and lifted them above her head, pinning them where they landed with more strength than she would have thought such a slender, sylphlike creature capable of.

“Now, Elizabeth--”

The girl half expected him to say ‘It is Elizabeth, isn’t it?’

“I think you know what it is that I want to hear come out of your mouth, and I think you know what you’ll be receiving as a reward when you admit it… and not a moment before.”

Elizabeth was more than a little taken aback by the authoritative tone of his voice, the dark look in his gaze, and the firm grip he kept on her wrists as his other hand danced its way over to her breast and casually caressed it.

“Jack--I--”

“Captain, love.”

“Captain--” Elizabeth gasped as Jack’s nimble fingers pulled taut the bud of her nipple.

“Like that, do you?” he murmured silkily, leaning forward to pull the other nipple into his mouth and nibbled with just enough force to create a bit of a stinging sensation.

“Ah!” Elizabeth cried out sharply in surprise, torn between being stubborn and giving in to his demand.

Drawing away, Jack’s eyes scanned her beautiful face and shifted his hips, guiding his hardened length just along the outskirts of her waiting orifice, taunting her mercilessly.

“Say it Elizabeth,” he whispered sensually, lips at her ear, “just say you want ol’ Jack and I’ll give you more than you ever dreamed was possible.”

With these words he increased the pressure with which he pressed trownrown of his erection into her body and her hips jerked responsively as she made small guttural sound, not quite able to choke the phrase out.

“That’s right, say it, darling. Say you want me. *Say it*, Elizabeth. Give the word,” Jack coaxed, his voice having dropped to a devilish hiss.

“Oh god, Jack, I want you!” she managed to gasp raggedly.

With that, he slid one nimble hand down, gripping his erection and guided it passed her silky folds, holding back just as he was preparing to penetrate her, “This? This is what you want?” he demanded almost fiercely.

“*Yes!*”

Pausing in his satisfaction, Jack’s lips quirked, “Mmm,” he purred, the sound tickling her ear, “peas in a pod, darling.”

Wasting no more time, he drove forward with enough force to carry her entire body upward several inches. Elizabeth cried out in surprise and pain. Not intolerable pain, and she had wanted to experience this; the bestiality, the force. Her inner muscles constricted as he sunk to the hilt of his erection. Giving a silent shudder of gratification as her unt untested body squeezed him a bit more firmly than he was obviously used to, Jack began to thrust, rolling his hips in a motion that allowed the contours of his sex to explore every sensitive region within Elizabeth’s womb.
The governor’s daughter began to moan quite salaciously, writhing beneath him as he proceeded to debauch her in a way Will Turner never c hav have dreamed. The frame of the enormous bed began to creak with his thrusting motion and he released her wrists to favor the head board for better leverage as his hips continued to pound against her body unrelentingly. It was an almost automatic rhythm that he built, paying special attention to her physical reactions so that as her pleasure increased so did his pace and the depth at which he plunged into her. He was pleased when he did not even have to instruct her to wrap her legs around his middle, she did so on her own.
His pleasure turned to surprise when her liberated hands suddenly reached for his face she drew him into a passionate kiss. He had restrained himself from kissing her this entire time for two reasons; one being that kissing was an act that normally took place between two partners who loved one another, and since Jack was normally taking his pleasure with dockside whores he didn’t find himself being kissed very often and the notion rarely occurred to him. Secondly, despite the fact that he was indeed having his way with Elizabeth, he respected the fact that her kiss belonged solely to her husband. But as she saw fit to give it to him quite freely, he partook of the embrace, delving her mouth with his tongue so that he could commit every detail to memory. He even, just for a moment, imagined what it would be like if Elizabeth truly did love him.

//Dangerous thoughts, Sparrow,// he chided himself quickly as he felt a pull at his heart.

As if to deter anymore of this silly love nonsense, Jack’s motions became almost brutal for a moment, as if he was trying to punish her for making him even think on such a thing. The helpless whimper this drove from her slender throat brought him back to his senses quickly enough and he gentled his thrusts somewhat, but he was very careful to keep his thoughts purely animalistic after that.
It wasn’t long before Elizabeth’s hips were rising and bucking in time with his and he felt the tell-tale rhythmic pulse of her inner walls as they constricted around him. Her vocalizations also let him know she was extremely close to the edge. Breathless, feathery moans and whimpers that made it very hard for Jack to control his own urge to climax. Throwing her arms over his shoulders Jack arched as her perfect nails clawed the flesh of his back. God, there wasn’t a better kind of pain in all the world. He allowed her to ride out her orgasm before quickly pulling out of her before his own could overwhelm him.
Panting, he remained leaning above her, watching her recover from the haze of blissful satisfaction. When she did, the confusion was obvious, particularly when she spied the still throbbing erection between his thighs. Jack noticed that she was looking and knew why she was puzzled.

“No need for a babe to take root in your belly and not know whose it is, love,” he explained quietly.

The realization dawned on the young woman and she nodded, thankful that Jack had the sense to think of these things ahead of time. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that Jack hadn’t finished… or was she disappointed? And what about Will?!
Fearing that he had watched the entire ordeal, she peered over Jack’s shoulder and spotted her husband… writhing beside the washstand as he thrust into Anamaria like a madman.