Unwrapped

Elizabeth had been sailing on the Pearl for what seemed like forever. Amazingly, her and Jack, had become really good friends. She became the only person he would every really confide in and that meant something to her. He still wouldn’t tell her anything about his captain business, but after a man is mutinied upon who would, but she knew everything else, anything that really mattered. She had of course returned the favor and told him her inner most secrets. But there was always one shared secret that they kept from the other.
She didn’t know why she hadn’t told him she loved him. Perhaps she hadn’t told him because she feared it would create a weird vibe on the ship (not that the crew wasn’t already aware that she was the captains favorite) or because historically her relationships always seemed to crumble. Norrington was never right for her, he was everything she was told she wanted, and then there was Will. She really wanted him but he was too concerned with saving his father to even give second thought to her before he died. Jack was different. No matter how many times they spent the night talking and drinking rum, she never once let it slip. Neither did he, but she knew. She wanted to tell him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. So she waited, hoping one day it would happen.
When it came to Jack, however, he was never too sure why he would always feel the need to let his mouth run off about things he rather would have never mentioned again. Yet he would always tell her anything: why he became a pirate, how he got branded, and even silly things he would have never even thought about. He also frequently took the time to make sure she was happy. He would listen to her when she spoke; so much so that he could recount whole stories: so unlike himself. One day he got to a point where he knew he needed to do something, but he couldn’t just come out with it. After all, this was Elizabeth Swann and he had never wooed such a lass before, or maybe it was just that he never cared about one so much before. Oh bugger.
When the New Year dawned Jack had decided he was going to make a move on his Lizzie. Yet month after month he found his resolution eluding him. Until sometime in November when she was telling him of how much she enjoyed Christmas in Port Royal. She admitted to actually wishing she could at least go back to enjoy it once more, as impossible as the Royal Navy would make that for her. It was then that Jack decided he would do something completely unselfish for once, well maybe not for once, but this one was actually brought on by his own decision. He would bring Christmas to his Lizzie and of course fulfill his resolution to himself. So I guess it wasn’t really an unselfish act, now was it?
The very next time they made port, Jack sent Gibbs on a mission to secure a bag of goodies for his celebration with Lizzie. His first mate was quite confused when he looked over the list, but who was he to question. Jack made sure as to stick with Lizzie on the trip, as he frequently did, but he wanted to make sure she didn’t run into Gibbs in a shop and see what he was picking up.
With less than a week before the holiday, Jack spent the major portion of his time in his cabin preparing. In doing so he chased Lizzie off anytime she came near it. Elizabeth of course had found it very strange that he kept avoiding her and was being rather short when speaking with her. She couldn’t count the amount of times he sent her off to “go do…. something.” She had started to get worried that she had done or said something to him that pushed him away. While she could deal with them only being friends, she couldn’t deal with him not talking to her. It was already hard enough for her to be so close and yet not so close at the same time.
Christmas day had finally come and Jack spent the whole day on deck. His cabin was ready and he needed to be as normal as was possible (which for him wasn’t quite) in order to make sure Lizzie didn’t suspect anything. He was standing at the helm, smiling widely when Lizzie came up behind him.
“Captain” he spun to face her “can I have a word?”
“I believe you just did.” Using his charm to try and avoid the conversation for fear he would let his surprise slip.
“Jack,” she was nearly frowning now “please.”
His heart nearly broke in two. At least he thought it was his heart, why else would his chest be aching so. “Cotton…man the helm.” And he walked off with her.
They had barely gotten to the rail of the ship when she spoke “Why are you avoiding me Jack?”
“What?” Sounding surprised. He hadn’t thought that she would read his behavior that way, although technically he was.
“You have barely spoken two words to me since we last made port. I’m merely trying to find out why.”
He just looked at her for a moment. Her face longing for something to relieve the sadness she felt. He felt guilty. He hadn’t been avoiding her to hurt her; he merely didn’t trust himself to not slip up around her. “I’d never avoid you.” He never looked more serious as he spoke and he lifted her face to look him in the eyes, “Meet me in me cabin after the sun goes down. Savvy.” He turned and walked away before he even saw her nod in agreement.

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The sun was setting on the Caribbean when Lizzie walked up to Jack’s Cabin. She found a note on the door.

Lizzie- grab a bottle of rum from below deck. – Jack

She walked down to the storage cellar and found a bottle of rum sitting on a rather sizeable box with a large red bow on top. On it was another note.

Lizzie – Merry Christmas. Don’t forget to bring the rum. – Jack

Her heart melted. She began unwrapping the box as a tear rolled down her cheek. As she pulled open the box she found a simple red dress. She immediately ran up to her cabin to put it on. Looking in the mirror she couldn’t believe Jack had gotten this for her. Never would she have imagined him being the festive type. After a few moments looking into her cracked mirror, she couldn’t help but smile knowing that he had done this for her. She picked up the rum and the bow, and headed back to his cabin.
She knocked before entering and found him standing next to his desk holding a chair out to her. But he wasn’t in his usual attire. He donned a Santa hat on his head and clean clothing. He even appeared to have cleaned up a bit for the occasion. The desk was covered with a feast, compared to their usual dining. There was even a wreath with candles lit in it adorning the center of the table. She looked at him and then around the room. He had cut little snowflakes out of paper and hung them around the cabin. Red and green candles flickered all around them. She could barely speak, let alone move as she took it all in. She was nearly in tears when he walked over to her, grabbing her hands and speaking.
“You look absolutely breath taking, Elizabeth. I know you wanted one more Christmas, so I took the liberty of bringing it to you.” He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled something out. She couldn’t tell what he was holding but his eyes held a mischievous glow. He dangled whatever it was over their heads and just as her eyes recognized it, he leaned in and kissed her. He was about to pull away when her hands entwined into his hair and she pulled him closer. Dropping the mistletoe, he placed his hands around the small of her back and picked her up. They broke their kiss, as he placed her back on the ground.
“Merry Christmas, Lizzie.” He whispered taking her hand and leading her to the table.
“Merry Christmas” she replied and sat in the chair he had pulled out for her.
He sat across from her and smiled. “Did you remember the rum?”
She couldn’t help but laugh as she replied, “yes…but it seems as though I dropped it upon being kissed by a certain captain wearing a Santa hat.” Apparently neither of them had heard the crash, nor cared. They both chuckled.
“Well then. I guess we’ll just have to settle for wine tonight.” He smirked, pulling out a bottle of Marlow from below his desk. “Oh course, we’ll have to make sure that the next time I kiss you, you aren’t holding a bottle of rum. Wouldn’t want to let another one go to waste, eh?”
She smiled at him. “And when exactly will be the next time?” She asked getting up from her seat and walking around the table. He merely watched as she walked around it and sat on his lap. He couldn’t fight the smile that stretched across his face.
He need not answer her question as her lips pressed to his. Their tongues dancing, their hands clutching each other ever so tenderly, yet possessively. When they finally broke apart they just stared into one another’s eyes, without so much as a word between them. Lizzie’s stomach spoke first as it growled, breaking the silence and causing them to laugh.
“Well, luv, I guess we’d better feed you now.” Jack stated as he playfully pushed her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t move.” He filled his plate with food and began feeding her ever so lovingly. Leaving soft kisses on her neck as she chewed. She giggled as she picked up a roll and held it out for him to bite pulling it away just before he could get to it. He pouted as she chuckled, holding it out again. This time she pulled it away and replaced it with her lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip.
She broke the kiss and looked at him seductively. “You know Jack, I have a Christmas present for you too.”
He looked at her puzzled. “Do you now?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head as she told him “Now close your eyes” and removed herself from his lap. She walked over to the broken bottle of rum and lifted the bow from the debris on the floor. She walked towards him and smiled before changing her mind and going to sit on the edge of his bed. She placed the bow over her breasts and laid back looking at him. He sat in his chair his eyes closed, yet you could tell he was eagerly awaiting her surprise.
“Jack” she nearly whispered, “your gift is over here.” He opened his eyes and looked about the room until he found her smiling face. His eyes slowly trailed down to the bow and back to her face. She was nodding and smiling at him.
“Well, are you coming?” she questioned.
He immediately sprung to his feet and joined her on the bed. “Did you really need to ask Lizzie?” he growled into her ear and began sucking her lobe. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he wanted to make sure she was willingly doing this and not just doing it because she thought it was what he wanted. Which of course it was but he wasn’t about to take advantage of her. This was, after all, her night, his gift to her.
“Jack?” she said rather questioningly, “do you not want it?”
“Oh I want it luv. More than anything else in this world.” He kissed her. “I know I’ve been distant lately, but I wanted to surprise you. Every time I’m with you I find myself saying things I never dreamt I could or even would. I just didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I’m sorry if I upset you earlier today.” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead “Lizzie, I uh. This is hard for me to admit. I uh.”
“Jack” she interrupted. “I know” and she kissed him ever so passionately. “I love you too.”
That being said all talking was swept aside along with their clothing. He couldn’t help but gaze at her in awe as he positioned himself over her naked body. “Lizzie, your amazing” and he seized her lips yet again. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make this as easy on you as possible.”
“OK.” She answered breathlessly. She couldn’t get enough of him. She had wanted this for so long but feared getting it. And now, as she lay under him, she couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t made a move earlier. It was so perfect. She felt his fingers trail down the sides of her body and she shivered, making him chuckle lightly as his lips met hers. His lips then began to follow a similar path as they trailed down her neck, lingering around her chest long enough to ignite a fire she had never felt before down below. As he licked, nipped, and kissed his way closer to the source of the fire she couldn’t help but run her hands through his hair. Suddenly she felt her legs over his shoulders and warm puffs of breathe escaping his mouth as he ran his fingers over her now smoldering sex.
He smiled devilishly as he lifted his fingers to separate her folds. Blowing slowly on her now exposed center. She was squirming any which way to get closer to him and it just seemed to empower him. He stuck out his tongue and snaked it across her inner walls, over her nub and into her deepest valley. She let out a cry that was music to his ears. He continued sliding his tongue in and out of her until he thought she was going to explode from desire. He then slipped a finger deep within her and twirled it around, while his tongue moved to the diamond of her being. Twirling around it in circles as he introduced another finger and moved them within her. He could feel her walls tighten as he began sucking on her clit as hard as he could, hearing her scream his name in near tears from the pleasure she was receiving. He road out her orgasm never ceasing his torment on her clit and then slid up her shaking body to look into her eyes. As soon as she realized he was there she stuck her tongue down his throat and kissed him more deeply than she ever kissed anyone. She could taste what she figured was herself on him and it made her even hotter for him, as if that was even possible.
Their lips broke and she stated as boldly as she could. “Jack, I want to feel you inside of me.” She ran her hands down his body and took hold of his hardened cock. His lips stretched into a knowing smile and he kissed her again as he helped her guide his increasingly swollen member to her soaking wet entrance.
“This is going to hurt some, Lizzie. But just remember what I made you feel minutes ago and know it will happen again and again tonight.” He pushed himself into her and she let out a startled cry. He stayed as still as he could and kissed away her tears looking for her to signal him on. He had never felt such heat in his life and she was so tight it nearly killed him. He couldn’t believe he was taking so much concern, but he knew she wasn’t just some whore he paid to be with him. Its then that he realized he wasn’t just having sex with Lizzie; he was making love to her. He couldn’t have been enjoying it any more. She began moving slowly below him and he figured she was ready. He began pumping slowly in and out of her. All the while kissing her ever so tenderly. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him tightly as he picked up the pace. She was moaning into his ear now and he could barely breath he was in such ecstasy.
“Harder Jack, harder.” She moaned as he thrust himself further and further into her. He couldn’t help but smile to himself thinking how perfect she felt around him. He felt her tighten around him as he himself began to unravel. They came together screaming each other’s names as loudly as they could. Shuddering in each other’s arms. Spent, Jack slid out of her and rolled to his back. Pulling her up to lie on his chest. They lay there in silence, smiling at each other and sharing gentle kisses.
She was the first to speak, “thank you Jack.”
He turned his eyes to hers and replied, “thank you Lizzie.”
“I can’t believe you went through all this for me. This is the best Christmas ever. I don’t care what they say about you Jack Sparrow, you are ever the romantic and I love you for it.”
His heart swelled, “Shush luv, I don’t need me crew knowing any of this,” he chuckled “besides it took me far too long to make a move on ye, so I figured I better move the earth if I was going to get cha.”
“Jack you could have had me the day I agreed to stay on this ship.”
“Aye, but then we wouldn’t be here right now. We probably wouldn’t have gotten to know each other, and lo— like each other, and want to spend eternity with one another, savvy?”
“Oh, Jack.” She kissed him as tears welled in her eyes.
“Don’t cry, luv. Oh and don’t ever tell anyone I said such a thing. It might ruin my…”
She cut him off “I know, I know, your Captain Jack Sparrow, you take what you can and give nothing back” she chuckled.
“Until I met you. Then you had to bloody go and make me fall for ye and now I can’t do anything without thinking about ye. And I can’t even keep me mouth closed about anything when I’m with ye….”
She pressed a finger to his mouth and laughed, “Jack, I got your point. Now would be a good time to shut up.” She kissed him and strolled her hand down his torso to awaken his manhood. “I think I figured out a way to keep you from babbling.” With that she straddled his waist and pressed another kiss to his lips.
Christmas had come to the Black Pearl, and with it, true love had been unwrapped.


** I was feeling festive and a little cheesy. Hope you all enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!