Resist

Ok so i couldn't sleep and there was nothing on tv. Thats apparently a dangerous combination for me. Got a silly idea and this is what it turned into. Hope you all like. It may be a little rough, so my apologies.

“Jack!” she laughs hysterically “Stop it!” she’s crying now from laughing so hard.
“Nope, cant do it.” Smiling devilishly at her “its too much fun.”
“Jack!! Please!!! Stop!!” She manages to yell out between fits of laughter.
Now he’s laughing uncontrollably and he has no choice but to stop.
When the giggles finally quite themselves she looks at him, “Give me that!!” and she rips the giant feather from his hand. “Jack Sparrow you are lucky that I love you or you would be in big trouble.”
He looks at her seductively, “Ah, but you do love me.”
She strolls up to him so there lips are almost touching and there bodies practically become one. “True as it may be, I have the feather now.” She bites her bottom lip and smiles at him, “I will get even.”
“Ah but I bet if I were to have that feather I could make it even more enjoyable for ye” he whispers into her ear seductively.
“Nope, lost your chance when you used it for no good.” She smiles smugly at him. She’s so damn sexy when she does that, he can barely resist.
“You know I could take you though those doors and use it for naughty things too.” He leans into kiss her and she pulls away just before he makes it to her lips. She can’t help but laugh at the goofy swagger that results in her speedy departure.
“Nope. Not today. I think I’ll torture you a little since you’ve felt the need to torment me this afternoon.” He reaches for her hand but she playfully smacks it away, “bad.” He cringes as she walks away.
He shouts, “You have no idea how bad I can be love.” He’ll play her little game, there’s no way she can resist Captain Jack Sparrow for that long.

A few hours later while Jack is alone at the helm…

Jack feels petite arms around his waist while he’s steering the Pearl through calm waters. He feels her lips by his ear when she whispers, “Have I told you today how hot I am for you?” He knew she couldn’t resist him forever, but bloody hell her timing was awful.
He quickly spins on his heels to face her while leaving one hand on the wheel, “No dearie, but do tell.”
“I’d much rather show you. Jack.” She lifts his free hand to her mouth and begins sucking on his finger. He’s getting hard now and there isn’t anything he can do about it for a few hours. He looks around. There are still a few hands on deck which eliminates on deck fun and Cotton won’t be up to relieve him for a while. She knew him well enough to know just how to torment him and he sensed she was up to no good.
“You know it seems earlier when I had some free time you wanted no part of me. Now,” his voice cracks as she brushes her hand over his bulge “when I can’t do anything about it, you want me. Bloody woman. I have you know I’m onto you missy, and I can hold out longer than you can.” He laughs at her and pulls his hand away. She wants to try and manipulate him, he can hold out. At least he hopes he can.
“Guess ill just have to test that theory. But something tells me I can hold out on you much longer.” She smiles at him, thinking how much fun it could be to get him going.
“Is that a challenge, luv?”
“Aye. Not that it matters much since you won’t be touching this today.” She grabs his hand and presses it to her sex. He can feel the heat through her breeches as he swallows hard. She smiles at him, removes his hand and slowly, agonizingly slowly, turns and walks to their cabin.
He tries to calm himself, but its just not working. He keeps repeating to himself “She’s trying to get even since I’m not ticklish. She likes to see you frazzled. Don’t let her win you can hold out longer.”

What seems like days later, Cotton comes to relieve him and before he can so much as walk up to the helm, Jack is moving steadily towards the cabin. He finds Elizabeth reading at his desk, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. He slowly turns and locks the door behind him before nonchalantly tossing his coat and shirt to the side. He walks up behind her and rubs her back. He plans on making this as hard for her as she has on him. “And what are you reading so intently?”
“Oh just some silly book.” She smiles at him and moves closer into his touch.
“Ahh. I’ll just be over here then. Probably going to sleep.” He lives his hands from her and unties his breeches removing them an arm's reach from her, “I’m very tired you know. Its hard work being Captain of a ship.” He strolls over to the bed and plops down completely naked putting his arms behind his head. She tries not to look but what woman wouldn’t? God, she wanted him, but she wasn’t going to crack first.
She puts her book down and walks over to the other side of the cabin. She pulls Jacks shirt off leaving her standing completely naked with her back to him. She sees him peaking through closed lids at her as she picks up a clean cloth and dips it into the basin. She begins cleaning herself ever so slowly. She turns to face him and begins running the cool rag over her chest, letting just enough water drip off of it and roll down her chest. All the while Jack is trying to watch her while looking asleep. However, she can tell she’s getting to him as she can see his penis practically twitching. She finishes her bath and walks over to her side of the bed and lies on her side to be sure to face him. She’s watching his face waiting for him to crack, but he remains steadfast in his mission to get her to crack first. It’s killing him. All he wants to do is pounce her and make love to her until she screams his name over and over again.
She lifts her pillow and removes the feather he was tickling her with earlier. She had hid it, with plans of torturing him with it later. She begins by running it up and down his chest. Suddenly, he can’t fake sleep anymore as his eyes practically pop out of his head at the feeling. He looks over at her to see her lying on her side head resting on her elbow as she trails the feather over his chest, down his stomach, and over the length of his manhood. He can barely contain himself. He speaks, “You know luv, all you have to do is tell me you want me and ill take you right now.” He states, arrogantly.
“Ah but I distinctly remember a certain pirate telling me he can, what was it, oh that’s right, hold out longer than I can.” She laughs at him. Like hell is she going to tell him she’s absolutely screaming for his touch.
“Not giving in yet Lizzie? Hmm” He turns to face her and snatches the feather from her hand. He speaks ever so slowly as he snakes the feather from her neck down over her breasts and over her sex, “You know you want me Lizzie…. kissing you…. touching you…licking you…. deep inside you.” He’s torturing her, but she refuses to give in to his antics. She focuses on her breathing to try and ease the burning he is creating within her. “But then again, you can end this anytime you choose. So I guess ill just lay here.”
She tries to sound unaffected by his actions but the lust in her voice gives her away, “And you expect me to believe that you don’t want me just as badly? Jack, I can see just how hard you are, just say it, tell me I win and you can have me.” She moves her face dangerously close to his, “Tell me you can’t resist me. Tell me right now and I’ll ride you all night.”
They’re lips are practically touching, eyes set and hungry for each other but neither moves. The heat coming off of them was so hot it could ignite the Caribbean.
“What say you, to a compromise?” Jack spoke. Clearly looking to get what he wanted and not admit that he couldn’t in fact resist her for much longer; especially not with her that close.
“I’m listening”
“Say I admit to being sorry for torturing you with the feather earlier and say we declare our silly contest a draw and admit to being unable to resist each other, savvy?”
“Hmmm…. let me think a second.”
“Lizzie, its not a multiple choice question,” he declares huskily as he leaps on top of her, locking their lips and plunging himself into her. His thrusts are long and slow as she wrapss her legs around him while sucking his bottom lip. They move together until Lizzie takes control.
“Oohh…. Jack. I’ve been craving you all day.” She rolls him over and begins raising and lowering herself on him. He arches his hips up to meet her as their pace quickens and the ferocity of their motions increases.
“Your all I can think about, Lizzie.” Jack wants more of her and he can tell she needs him deeper; he rolls her over again and quickly pulls himself out. She frowns at the loss of him but grins approvingly when she realizes he is pinning her feet up over his shoulders. He re-enters her, deeper than before and starts slamming into her as hard and as steadily as he can. Neither of them can speak as they continue this way moaning breathlessly at each other, unable to form words. Finally, they peak and their bodies thrash about as they scream each other’s names like never before. Jack removes himself from her and places her legs back on the bed before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. Neither can speak as they nestle together staring deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Jack” Lizzie breaks the silence “we should try resisting each other a little more often.” She smiles at him.
“Aye, you bloody near killed me luv.”