The Interceptor

Candlelight flickered in the cabin of the rocking boat. The Interceptor, it was called, and the fastest ship in the Caribbean. This evening, however, the prowess of the ship was the last thing on anyone's mind.

In that candlelit cabin rested Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner. Will sat with his legs open on a chair across from Elizabeth, his arm resting on the table. He held Elizabeth's hand in his and used the other to bandage it. His shirt, now a faded off-white with several dubious stains on it, was unlaced down to his chest, showing a tantalizing view of his toned chest. Light brown, mid-calf pants covered the dark coffee-colored skin beneath them. His black hair, coarse from the salty sea air, was swept back into a simple ponytail. A few strands had fallen out and framed his face. His eyebrows were knitted in concentration at his task. A strong jawline and mouth belied his sensitive interior, the one that only shone through in his endless chocolate eyes. A curiously trimmed goatee framed his sensual mouth and completed the picture.

As his hand moved to wrap the cloth once more around Elizabeth's hand, the latter gave a little painful gasp and recoiled. Will's eyes widened, alarmed, and he immediately pulled his hands back.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "Blacksmith's hands…I know they're rough."

"No," Elizabeth said softly. She placed her hand back in his, implying for him to continue as he had been. Laughing softy, she corrected herself, "I mean - yes. They are."

Her hair was disheveled and held messily in the back by a large clip. Most of it wisped about her face and fell upon her breasts. Her dress was simple and gray, low-cut and tied in the front. She looked at Will beneath lidded eyes. He didn't seem to notice, so she ventured further than she may have under other circumstances.

"They are rough," she reiterated quietly, "but please - don't stop."

Will gave a jerk at this obvious innuendo; her voice was so laden with lust and desire that even then, he felt himself react. For a long time, they stared at each other wordlessly - weighing, considering. Elizabeth drew in a short breath and took his hand in his. Gently, she guided it towards her breast, then laid it there. She exhaled loudly, still keeping eye contact.

"Please, Will," she murmured almost inaudibly. "Won't you go just a bit further?"

For a moment Will only looked at her, and then slowly, he began to move his body forward. His hand slid around her to her back and he pressed slightly to bring her closer. Elizabeth closed her eyes completely now, and her lips parted in anticipation. Will reached his other hand around her head and pulled it towards him. Their lips met gently at first. There was only innce ice in the kiss, and a deep underlying love.

It deepened. The innocence was quickly stripped away by raw passion and desire. Elizabeth pulled her whole body closer to Will and entwined her hands behind his neck. Their tongues flicked in and out of their mouths, teasing and testing, until finally their torrent of lust manifested itself and they dropped any tentativeness. It had begun now, and both knew exactly how it would end.

Will pulled her roughly onto him, so that she straddled his hips. Elizabeth moved her hands to the front of his face, pulling him into her as much as possible, wanting to taste him and have him more than she had ever wanted anything before. Will responded with equal passion, pressing his hands on her lower back and grinding against her. He felt as though he had all all control of his mind, wanting only to be in this woman - to take her here, now, and to never let his passion stop. She began grinding her hips into his, stimulating his arousal and making him moan inside her mouth.

His hands wandered up her torso and played with her dress's ties, tugging at them in frustration. He would have liked to rip t garment off her entirely, but suspected she would not appreciate having her only item of clothing destroyed.

With a massive effort, Elizabeth pulled back from Will's kisses. She grinned at him suggestively, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Already her lips were red and swollen, her hair more tangled than before. She looked seductively into his eyes as she delicately undid her dress's ties with agonizing slowness. She had undone the strings and had only to pull off the dress when Will's patience snapped. With an animalistic growl, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her roughly to him once more. His hands pushed off the dress, exposing her white breasts, and he let out a shaky breath before covering her mouth once more with his.

His hands wandered easily on her, beginning at her hips and circling her abdomen teasingly until he finally reached her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, rubbing slow circles around her nipple with his thumb until she moaned pleadingly in his mouth. Her hand grappled for his, trying to make him increase his speed and pressure, but he kept a steady pace.

"God, Will," she moaned into his neck, her hands entangled in his hair. "Don't do this to me."

Will gave a small self-satisfied grin that she didn't see, then obliged to her request. He took her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it smoothly, making her gasp. Elizabeth kissed his neck hard, then moved back up to his mouth. Their lips touched and she darted her tongue out playfully, teasing, until finally Will opened his mouth and fiercely dueled back. His hands were rougher now, even more erotic than before, and his ministrations nearly drove her mad. She trailed her hands down his chest, over the half-opened shirt, until she finally reached his now uncomfortably tight pants.

Deftly, with a speed that contradicted her virgin exterior, she undid the buttons and pushed his pants down. She flashed him an impish smile at his startled look and slid off his lap. Will took off his own shirt, feeling ridiculous with it on, while she pulled his pants off completely. She gave him a wink and lowered her head upon his erection, wrapping it easily around her lips. Will drew a sharp breath and grasped the sides of his seat.

"Elizabeth - " he began in a strangled voice.

He could go no further, however, because Elizabeth's actions were too much for words. She ran her tongue on the underside of his penis, going extra slow on the sensitive head. The feel of her warm lips on him nearly drove Will over the edge, so that he moaned and squirmed in the chair, panting. Elizabeth continued with her agonizingly slow pace, massaging his balls all the while. She withdrew for a second, only long enough to blow quickly and send shivep Wip Will's spine, then opened her mouth and went down on him once more. She continued with her slow pace until finally, Will couldn't stand it anymore. With a frustrated grunt, he grasped the back of her head and thrust her down onto his dick faster than she would have liked. Her lips brushed his coarse hair and she almost gagged at the feel of his cock in the back of her throat, but he pushed her up and down relentlessly, keeping a steady, rough rhythm. His breath came in ragged gasps now, and when Elizabeth understood his rhythm, he went back to gripping the chair.

"Oh, God, Elizabeth," he groaned loudly.

He couldn't take any more of it. When her lips were at the head of his dick, about to come down again, he came. Elizabeth immediately pulled her head back, and it splattered over her bare chest erotically. She grinned a chesire cat's smile and rubbed it sensually over herself, tweaking her nipples and looking as though she was enjoying herself immensely. Her skin glistened with sweat and cum. Will gave another moan and hardened at the sight of such a lustful woman covered in his juices. Elizabeth stood up, taking the time to step out of her dress, and stood over him. She lowered herself slowly, until her pussy lips were at the very tip of his hardened dick. Will looked at her through slitted eyes. His jaw was clenched shut from the effort of not jerking his hips up and satisfying his craving.

"You must say please," Elizabeth said teasingly. Her breathless voice belied the intense want behind her playfulness.

"I shall not," Will snarled at her.

He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down onto his straining erection. She gasped at the contact and pressed her white hands into his tanned, muscular back. Will grunted and placed his hands on her ass, lifting her up and onto the table. His thrusts into her were hard and fast, so that she could only hook her legs behind him and go along for the ride. Her teeth bit into his shoulder and her hands scratched at his back. Will's breath came ragged now, and he pounded into her more harshly than before, taking his member all the way out before slamming it back in. Elizabeouldould only pant breathlessly into his ear. Both their bodies were click with sweat and cum, hot from the cabin and from their own lust, and desiring each other more than anything in the world.

Elizabeth felt herself climax intensely and screamed with her whole lungs, mindless of the others on the ship. Wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed in her in a feeling so ecstatic she felt as though she'd black out right there.

The feeling her orgasm created was too much WillWill and with a lusty groan, he thrust into her one more time and came. Elizabeth pressed herself against him, sliding her slick breasts over his chest and kissing him all over. He caught her mouth in his and gave her a fiery, exhausted kiss before finally pulling out of her. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling spent of lust and left only with a warm, deep feeling of love and satisfaction.

The candlelight flickered and the shadows danced on the wall; the ship rocked and rolled and made a mess of noise. But in the lovers' minds, there were only thoughts of the other.