Wanted

Title: Wanted
Rated: NC17
Summary: Elizabeth rocked against his lap, brushing up against his hardness. Jack breathed in sharply, and she quickened her pace. Jack licked his lips and breathed in deeply as he felt sweat bead his brow.
Notes: Straight and to the point in some parts.
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WANTED

"I think there are many things the sea can't do for you."

Jack smirked at Elizabeth's boldness. He pushed the map towards her, and looked at the woman who dared to tell a pirate, who made a life on the sea, that the sea was not as important as other things.

"And why do ye say that? The sea gives ye a home, gives ya water, food, work..." Jack sighed, and looked at the woman who stared at him. "I love the sea."

"Can the sea love you back?" Elizabeth asked, moving to be more by him. "Can it embrace you back? Make love back to you? Can the sea-" Elizabeth paused, and her eyes slipped down to his lips.

"A man can live without those urges, Mrs. Turner. Many men actually prefer to live without them, says it clutters up the mind."

Elizabeth snorted unladylike. "Your mind is already cluttered."

"I could still live without it."

"Until the next port that is, where ye will spend some coins for someone to go on their knees."

Jack threw a dark look at her. "I thought we were talking about the sea."

"Ah. Yes. We were."

"Maybe the sea could do all those things, if done properly." Jack smirked.

Elizabeth thought about it for a second. "But that would be disturbing."

"To each his own."

"But does the sea have lips to kiss?" Elizabeth asked, moving even closer to Jack. "Or hands to hold you?"

Jack shook his head. "What are you trying to do? Ye want something."

Elizabeth sighed, and moved her seat back to where she originally was. Jack missed her warm body so close to him.

"Just forget it."

"No. I want to know." Jack reached out and touched her shoulder. "I am confused. Do you want me to confess something that is most probably false, or do ye want me to take ye under the table?"

"Jack!" Elizabeth gasped, and stood up. She walked around the table and stood on the other side. "Have a little couth."

"Couth? Define couth." Jack smirked, and leaned across the table. "Relax, luv. Won't take ye under a table. The rats are nasty biters."

Elizabeth grimaced in disgust. "Why under the table?"

"Why not? Ye've seen people at sport under tables in Tortuga."

"Yes. And it's disgusting."

Jack stood up, and looked down at the table. They were silent, standing in the Captain's cabin for a moment, before Jack spoke.

"I know what ye want, Elizabeth. But we can't."

Elizabeth frowned. "Give me one good reason why."

"William. It would break his heart. Literally." Jack eyed her from across the table, and walked about halfway around.

Elizabeth scoffed. "William. It's been twelve years, Jack. I haven't seen him. He assumed the worst. So why can't we?" Elizabeth took one step closer to Jack, and Jack looked up at her with darkening eyes. He did want her. He just didn't want to endanger whatever could lie ahead for her.

"He might return." Jack argued, looking her up and down. "'S a big sea. Takes a lot of time to cover."

Elizabeth laid one hand on his shoulder. "If I can convince you, would you?"

Jack smirked. "I'm hard to manipulate now, luv. A kiss won't do anymore."

Elizabeth pouted. "Well, can't I at least try?"

Jack felt his groin jump at her forwardness. She didn't need to try hard to convince him. He had to try hard to resist her.

"One kiss... wouldn't hurt..." Jack smirked; trying to regain his composure that he was sure he lost.

Elizabeth grinned, and leaned up to capture his lips in hers. Jack closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her soft lips against his. Elizabeth continued to move her lips on his, and felt Jack's full lips mimic hers, and she sighed when Jack gently wrapped his arms around her waist, holding tight. She pulled away and smiled.

"Convince you yet?" She asked, resting her arms around his shoulders.

"I'm not sure." And he allowed Elizabeth to move forward and claim his lips again. He let out a small groan, and pressed his body against hers. He decided that his resistance was crumbling, but he couldn't stop kissing that perfect mouth of hers.

Elizabeth backed him up, so he hit the chair he was sitting in before and made him bend his knees. She went with him and settled on his lap as he sat in the chair.

Jack kissed her mouth again before she settled more on his lap, and before she ran her lips down his chin to his neck.

Elizabeth rocked against his lap, brushing up against his hardness. Jack breathed in sharply, and she quickened her pace. Jack licked his lips and breathed in deeply as he felt sweat bead his brow.

"Fuck - oh fuck! 'Lizabeth, stop." Jack panted, one hand holding the desk while the other was still tangled in her hair. He had taken this too far. He had taken this way to far.

He heard Elizabeth take in a deep breath before running her hands over his chest and asking him: "Why not?" She gripped his shoulders, and ran her lips over his throat.

A soft groan escaped from Jack's lips. "Because... 'Lizabeth stop -" Jack laid his head on her shoulder, still gripping the desk. It felt like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. "- because ye are not thinkin' straight. Think of the consequences..."

Elizabeth gave a short laugh. "Listen to you, thinking about consequences."

"William."

"He's gone. He's gone forever." Elizabeth lifted Jack's head and ran her lips over his cheek. Jack sighed at the contact, and felt her shift on his arousal again. He bit his bottom lip to stop from crying out.

"Stop doing that. If ye stay and keep doing that, I'll lay you on this table." Jack looked up into her dark eyes, and felt the warmth in his abdomen grow. He wanted her so much.

Elizabeth licked her lips, endearing Jack to lean in closer, and muttered two lovely, husky words:

"Take me."

The bottles of rum and ink crashed onto the floor, and the maps and paper floated towards the ground as Jack pushed Elizabeth on her back. Frantic hands ripped at her blouse, causing her buttons to bounce along the tabletop.

Elizabeth lifted her chest off the desk and allowed Jack to take off the shredded remains of her blouse, and she herself started to lift his vest and shirt up and off his body. Her hands raked down his naked chest, making him throw his head back and curse. Her hands stopped at his breeches, and she quickly worked the buttons open so his erection burst out and into her hands.

Jack claimed her lips again, his hands working the ties of her skirt. He reveled in the feel of her lithe, perfect body naked and against his. He touched her anywhere and everywhere he could, thanking the high heavens that he could touch her soft skin.

Elizabeth moaned against his lips and bit him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged his hips to come between hers.

Then Jack felt himself slide into her silky warmth, and gasped. Time seemed to stop as his eyes locked with her brown ones. Her mouth opened in an 'o' as he slowly began to thrust inside of her. Her elegant neck arched back, and Jack rested his lips against it as his hips thrust into her delicious body.

He had waited years for this, had done so much to get this - this wonderful thing that he never thought that he would get. And with each movement she made, whether it be a soft gasp to her legs tightening around his waist, he felt himself losing more and more of his soul to this woman.

His heart beat fast but sure, beating along in time with his thrusts.

Elizabeth cried out his name, moving her hips against his. Jack pulled out almost all the way, only to slam back into her pulsing quim. A loud groan, somewhere between a scream and a cry of adoration, ripped from his throat as he felt his tight desire coil in his belly. Elizabeth gritted her teeth, but that didn't stop the river of words flowing from her mouth.

"Jack... fuck... oh god... love this... love..." Her mouth opened wide as her head arched back. A desperate scream roared out of her.

Jack responded in kind. "I lo-" but he bit down on her shoulder so the words would not escape. No, it was best to keep those words deep inside. He heard her sharp hiss at his action, and he ran the flat of his tongue against the wound. Elizabeth moaned in pleasure.

In one almost violent motion, Jack pushed into her body as far as he could go and let out all his desire with a roar of triumph. Elizabeth tightened around him, purring as she felt her end come. Jack rested his head on her shoulder again, breathing in heavily. He felt a fog clear in his head, and realized that he was crushing Elizabeth with his body weight.

"We shouldn't have done that." Jack looked down at her naked body, and praised the high heavens again. He looked further down and saw that one of his pant legs was still on his leg. He kicked it off and looked back up at Elizabeth, whom still had her legs wrapped around him.

She smiled lazily, exhaustion tingeing her chocolate brown eyes. She pressed her lips against Jack's, and he tilted his head to kiss her deeper.

"We did." Elizabeth smiled again, and rested her head on his chest. "I have no regrets."

Jack smiled for the first time in a long while, and kissed the top of her head.

"Whatever problems we have to deal with, we'll deal with when they come." Elizabeth placed a kiss on his chest. "I've been so alone for a long time. I'm happy where I am right now." She said, wrapping her arms around his chest.

Jack smiled into her hair and held her for a moment longer, before gently picking her up and carrying her to his bunk, where he knew they would have many nights together.

THE END