Barging In

BARGING IN


Elizabeth cursed. She reached her hand down between her thighs and rubbed again, but it was no use. She was aroused. And she knew the man who could help her relieve herself of her problem, as he did many times before. Jack and Elizabeth had slept - no, fucked - many times before, but that ended when Jack was being stupid and bragged to certain members of the crew about their nights. Not that she had any modesty left, anyway. She was no longer a governor's daughter, no longer engaged to William Turner, and turned pirate. There were no issues of modesty anymore.

So she took a deep breath and stood up from her little bunk on the Pearl, determined to rid herself of her own private curse. She was willing to give up her pride so she could feel Jack inside of her.


"He should be in his cabin... Gibbs has watch." Elizabeth muttered to herself, and walked straight up to Jack's cabin.

Elizabeth stopped at the door and took a deep breath. She heard Jack muttering something in there, and someone responded... oh, it's no matter. She'll sit at his desk, or something, and wait for his meeting to be over.


"Like that..." Jack moaned.

Elizabeth grabbed the doorknob and turned it, finding it unlocked. Good, whatever he was doing must not be important.

"Harder..."

Elizabeth pushed the door open and took a step in before she froze at the sight before her. Jack was there, all right.

There was a pirate, a nameless pirate, for Elizabeth did not know him. He was lying on his back, with Jack naked and flushed on top of him. Jack was groaning, and thrusting madly into the man, all the while forming the name 'Lizzie' with his lips.

That threw her off balance. If he wanted her, why was he screwing this man? MAN?! She knew Jack had tumbled with men before... but...

Not that it didn't matter. It wasn't like Jack was a suitor, he was just a friend (maybe not even that) who she had fucked before.


Jack continued to pound relentlessly into the poor man, whose face was also contorted in slight pain but pleasure. Well, why wouldn't he be enjoying it? The Captain was a great lover. The sailor gripped Jack's shoulders, his nails biting into his skin... just like Elizabeth's done before.


There. He said her name again. If he wanted her, why didn't he come and get her? That was when Jack lifted his head and noticed her.


"Lizzie!" Jack's eyes rolled into the back of his head and Elizabeth watched as Jack spilt his seed in the man, and the man howled in pleasure.

The pirate took a second to get his surroundings, and then smirked up at Elizabeth.


"Care to join in the next round, missy?"


"Shut it! Get dressed, go clean the cannons!" Jack barked, agitated.


"But sir, with all due respect, I just did that."


Elizabeth realized that she had to get out of there. She turned and ran out on deck, slamming the door shut behind her, and made her way to a railing. She shouldn't be upset that Jack was... with another person. She didn't claim him, and he didn't tell her that she was his. She was more than a little disgusted that he was being fucked by another man! And... no, they were nothing... it had been at least three months since she last saw him for that matter...


"Elizabeth?"


"Oh god..." Elizabeth had the sudden urge to throw up, for she remembered the way he said her pet name when he was climaxing. "Jack, not now!!"


"No, now would be a good time. Where do ye come off and barge inta me cabin?!" Jack walked up so he was standing next to her. "Don't you ever heard of knocking? Of common courtesy?"


"Oh, is that what you were doing to... to..." she pointed at the pirate, who had just limped out of Jack's cabin. "And I am afraid that you didn't hear me when I knocked!"


Jack's eyes flashed with anger. "Did ye knock?!"


"Well..." Elizabeth flushed deeply. "No! But that's-"


"And did ye barge in on me personal... privates?!"


"Yes, but-"


"And then ye go on and be all 'Not now, Jack!' Well, I wanta talk about this now!" Jack straightened up, and noticed the stairs he and Elizabeth were receiving on deck. "In me cabin."


"Do I have to knock first?" Elizabeth bit back, being dragged by the elbow to Jack's cabin.


Jack pushed her towards the bunk, and for a second Elizabeth was afraid that he was going to... but Jack plopped down heavily into his chair and sighed. He sat at his desk, his chin resting on his hand, and seemed to be in deep thought for awhile.


"KNOCK before entering."


"I know that now."


Elizabeth watched as Jack fiddled around with his beaded beard for a couple more moments. She took a deep breath, and noticed that she was still aroused. Damn that man. She was blaming him for that, because even after what had happened, just the sight of him sitting there, shirtless even, set her aflame.


"I could have ye put in the brig, ye know." Jack's eyes flashed dangerously. "Ten days, is what I give to people who feel that they have the right to march into me private quarters. Ten days, no light, no contact, just hand ye a couple of hardtack and a canteen of water and leave ye there."


"You would not. That's not right." Silence filled the room again, save for Jack's heavy breathing. It was another minute or two before Jack spoke up. He seemed to be taking in consideration, what he was telling her. That was when Elizabeth knew... he was being serious.


"I am completely in the right, Miss Swann." Jack breathed in heavily, and stood up. He walked and stopped right in front of her, and that's when Elizabeth noticed his groin was starting to press against his breeches. "The last time I checked, it was you who barged into my cabin, and not the other way around."


"You were screwing another man!" Elizabeth retorted, at a lost for any good defences. She knew she should be in the brig.


Jack nodded. "Aye. I was." He looked her body up and down. "Maybe I had no other options."
Elizabeth's cheeks reddened, and she stood up. Looking Jack straight in his eyes, she smacked him.


"Heh heh.." Jack chuckled. "That just bought ye another five days." Elizabeth smacked him again. "Another five days." He evaded another slap, and grabbed both her wrists. "Yer bucking fer a whole month, aren't ya?"


"I hate you."


Jack smiled. "I'm not here to be liked, Miss Swann. Jest here to service me ship."


"And it's crew, apparently."


"Smith? That's nothing. I ordered him in here because he is easy to seduced. And I needed some..." Jack closed his eyes and sighed, and opened them again. "... attention."


"And you wanted mine?"


Jack look offended. "Why you say that?"


Elizabeth smirked. She knew something Jack didn't know. And she was about to let him know.


"You said my name."


Jack rolled his eyes. "Tha's because ye showed up, and surprised me. I would've screamed Gibbs' name if he walked into me cabin."


Elizabeth grimaced. "That's disgusting."


"Its the truth."


Elizabeth sighed, and rolled her eyes. "No, I meant... before that." Elizabeth watched Jack's expression turned from annoyed to guarded. "You sa-"


"I know." Jack smirked. "But it doesn't really matter now, does it?"


"Does it?" Elizabeth seemed confused for a second, then straightened up. "No, it does not!"


"See?"


Elizabeth sighed, and was trying to think of something else to say. But her mind was blank, and her body was throbbing. Her and Jack stared each other down for a moment, before Elizabeth turned on her heel and walked towards the door.


"Where are ye going?"


Elizabeth sighed, and stopped walking towards the door. She refused to look at him. She wanted to go and take care of this problem in between her legs.


"To my room." Elizabeth snarled. "I want to take care of something."


"Ye mean to the brig."


Elizabeth's face drained of color. "WHAT?"


"Ye barged in on me. Ye deserve to be punished."


"Jack, you can not be serious."


But by the look on his face, he was. Without words, he grabbed her elbow and led her to the door. He wrenched it open, ignored the whistles and all from his crew, and led Elizabeth down to the brig. He pulled her down the steps, not caring when she tripped over some. He barked at her to get up and follow him.


Once they reached the cell, Jack brought out his large iron ring of keys and found the one that he wanted quickly. He opened the cell door wide enough for her to slip through. Throwing a smirk at her, he asked her:


"Nervous? I can think of another way ye can serve yer sentence." He glanced down at his raging arousal and smirked back up at her.


Silently, with her head stuck up in the air, she walked into the cell. Only to have Jack grab her elbow again and pull her back.


"You have to work on your elbow fetish." Elizabeth gave him her own devilish smirk. "I think you have a problem, Jack."


Jack growled and stared down at her with darkening eyes. He was growing warm, his breath was ragged. "One last chance, Lizzie."


Elizabeth freed herself from his grip and sat down on the floor. Jack shrugged and locked the door. He looked at her through the bars for a moment, and cursed. He hit the bars once and walked away, Elizabeth wincing a little at the sound. Just that cold bang of metal on metal made her heart sink into her stomach, and she began looking around the cell.


There was nothing there. It was dank, dark, cold, and it smelled rank. There was a tightness that started up in her chest, and she still felt really warm. But not for Jack, not anymore. Elizabeth fought the urge to throw up, and wrapped her arms around her body.


Ten days. Why was she so stupid, why did she stand up to Jack? It was a normal reaction, she guessed, but... now she was regretting it. Ten days, with no contact, no light or anything. And all she wanted was some attention... that was all she wanted... but instead, she got ten days...


A little sob escaped, followed by tears and gulps for breath. Elizabeth placed her sleeved hand under her nose, and cried in earnest. She was scared, she always was, because the darkness reminded her of ... the place. The place where she sent Jack, just two years ago. Elizabeth was stuck, in that place, for two days before her and Barbossa found a way out and to Jack. Elizabeth remembered the empty feeling in her chest, the horror she felt, wondering if the devil himself would show up and claim her.

She continued crying until she held no more tears, still holding on to her shoulders as she shivered. Sometime soon, she dozed off, tired from the exertion of her despair.


"Hey." A soft voice called out, waking Elizabeth up from her nap.

"Come on, git out of there."


Elizabeth yawned and rubbed her eyes, stood up and stretched. She reached out and tried to find her way towards the cell door, but instead of grabbing the cool iron bars she grabbed a warm shoulder.


"It's you."


"It's me."


Jack wrapped his arm around her waist, intending on leading her out of the brig. She struggled out of his grip and pushed him away.


"I don't need your help."


"Fine. Be that way." Jack sighed, and put one hand on her upper back. She tensed. "Relax. You can't see anything, and I know how to git out of here."


Elizabeth allowed Jack to gently push her up the stairs and out on the deck, which was bathed in an orange glow. It was evening, Elizabeth noted, and she wanted to do nothing but crawl into her small bunk and fall asleep. But Jack seemed to have different plans. He ran his hand down her back to her butt, and gently grabbed.


"What are you doing?" she hissed, slapping his hand away.


Jack pouted. "Making up?"


"'Making up' does not include you groping me."


Jack sighed, and put his hands up in defeat. "Fine. Sorry I intruded. Jest thought ye might wanted to finish what ye came into me cabin for."


"I didn't come for that." Elizabeth defended, her cheeks growing hot.


"Fine."


"Stop saying that!"


"Fine."


"Stop saying fine!"


"Alright, fine!" Jack held up his hands, trying to reflect any blows. "Luv, lets get things straight. I am not sorry for what ye saw. Tha sort of thing happens all the time on a ship."


"That? I don't care about that." Lie. She remembered the look on his face when he saw her. "Since when do I care about your sexual exploits?"


"I don't care that you don't care. Not going to change that." Jack placed his hands on his hips and looked out into sea. "Jest regrettin' tha I didn't go to you first."


"Like I would have given you anything." Elizabeth scoffed, and Jack threw her a look. "Well, maybe I would have. It's just... I've been feeling a bit lonely lately, and I wanted some attention."


"Like I did." Jack smirked, and leaned back on a railing. "No hard feelings?"


"I guess not." Elizabeth sighed, and leaned on the railing next to him. "It was kind of silly,

anyway."


Jack smiled, and reached out to move a few strands of her hair. Elizabeth looked at him softly, and smiled.


"Care to come into me cabin to... cure ourselves of our loneliness?" Jack offered, amusement glittering in his eyes.
Elizabeth smirked. "Am I allowed?"


Jack pulled her by her elbow so she was closer to him. "Aye, Lizzie, ye are."


His head swooped down to catch her lips in his, but she pulled away.


"Lizzie?"


"Not tonight." Elizabeth sighed, and frowned when Jack let go of her. "I am still a bit skeeved on what I saw today."


"Skeeved... or interested?" Jack smirked, and stepped close to her. "I can show you."


"Show me what?" Elizabeth felt her mouth go dry. If Jack took one step closer, she feared he might walk into her body. His lips ghosted by her ear, and she had to catch her breath.


"How to handle it like a man..." Jack nuzzled her neck for a moment before pulling away. "It's quite fun."


"I...I..." Elizabeth swallowed, trying to moisten her throat. "I... how?"


Jack smiled, and took her hand. "I'll show you. But- it's going to be a bit rough."
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Jack pulled Lizzie into his cabin, laughing as she stumbled into his arms. She reached up to kiss him, but Jack stopped her.


"I never kiss a man, Lizzie."


Elizabeth giggled. "But you would penetrate one?"


"Well..." Jack smirked. "Tha's different."


Elizabeth moaned while Jack roughly grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, and freed her breasts. He took one in his mouth and bit it, sucked it and worked it until it felt sore. Elizabeth threw her head back and gasped, her hand moving to his hair.


"Lizzie..." Jack breathed out, and growled as he quickly untied the strings to her breeches and pulled them down. Quickly, he stood in back of her and pushed her over to his desk.


"Jack?"


"Shh..." Jack pushed her down on the desk so her whole front was on the cool surface. "I usually don't do this for men, but it's yer first time..."


Jack moved slightly, his hand running over her bare bum. Elizabeth shivered at the gentle contact and heard Jack chuckle. She heard him open a drawer of his desk, and move stuff around in it until he found what he was looking for and closed the drawer.


"Ready, luv?"


Elizabeth nodded her head, thinking Jack was just checking something. Then she felt something trickled down her backside, right between her cheeks, and groaned. Whatever the liquid was, it was cool on her hot center, and Elizabeth wanted more.


Jack began rubbing the oil deeper into her crack, around her rim and a little in. Elizabeth jumped at the contact, and braced herself. Whatever Jack was doing, it was exciting.


"First... you stretch them." Jack whispered, his voice dripping with desire.


Elizabeth felt his finger probe at her entrance, but it was not the one he usually went for. Elizabeth clutched onto the desk as best as she could, groaning and gasping as Jack pushed his finger in.

Soon, Jack was pulling it out, but before he pulled it out all the way he pushed it back in. Elizabeth was starting to get use to this, until Jack entered another digit.


"Second..." Jack cleared his throat, trying to hold his breath. "You... ye pleasure them in front. "


Jack took his free hand and brought it around to her front, and began to rub her folds. Elizabeth sighed when Jack found her center, tracing it with his fingers and playing with the little nub that she knew was out now.


"Third..." Jack removed his fingers and grabbed onto her hip, still playing his fingers on her cunt. Elizabeth sighed again when the slight discomfort was gone from where Jack's fingers were first, but soon she felt him rub up against her. "Be ready, luv..."


Elizabeth felt Jack penetrate her, and closed her eyes against the ripping sensation she felt. He stopped at one inch, and rubbed her hip a little.


"Breathe, luv." Jack ordered.


Elizabeth exhaled, and gave a soft sob as Jack pushed himself further into her. He gave slight pauses every once in awhile, to allow her to adjust. For being treated as a man, he was being pretty gentle with her actually.


"Here I come, luv." Jack pushed the rest of his girth in and groaned deeply at the feeling of her being so tight around him... He slipped in pretty easily, using some of the oil on himself. "Oh god, Lizzie..."


"Ja... Ja..." Elizabeth took a deep breath and wondered why she agreed to this. It was painful... but his hand kept working her, entering her with two fingers, and soon Jack was pumping into her at two places. "Jack..."


"Nasty pirate." Jack breathed out. "Whore...."


"Jack!"


"Jest treating ya like a man, luv... unless ye want me to.." Jack moaned, and fastened the pace a little. "... stop the words."


"Please..." Elizabeth found it enjoyable now, the thought that Jack could treat her so roughly but still give her so much pleasure.


"Oh, luv..." Jack gasped and began thrusting faster into her, his fingers going at a maddening pace in her quim.


For many moments, they created a heat between them, until Jack felt himself stiffen and release. He slowly pulled himself out, not wanting to hurt her anymore than he did, and stilled his hand.


"Jack..." Elizabeth whimpered at the lost, and pushed her bum against him. "No..."


Jack smiled, and considered his options. He can finish her, or he could treat her like a man and let her deal with it himself. But he gripped her hips, helped her roll over and scoot up on the desk.

He noticed her wince when she rested her bum on the desk top, but he kneeled down and blew on her sex. Her winces turned to moans, and Jack kissed her where she needed him most.


With his lips and his tongue, he brought her to her peak and rode out her fall with her. He took everything, everything she had to offer.


Elizabeth lay on the desk top, slowly coming back down from her high, and felt Jack wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up. She held onto his shoulders as he carried her to the bed. Soon she was feeling not a hard surface or warm flesh, but soft cool blankets that felt wonderful on her sore arse.


"Shh... go to sleep, me lady." Jack whispered into her ear, rubbing his hand on her stomach. "Ye'll feel better soon."


Elizabeth closed her eyes and let sleep take over her, thanking God that she was not a man.


THE END