Know When To Fold

Know When To Fold

A/N: Just a little oneshot fic that came to me and wouldn’t go away so I had to write it, just in between brainstorming on my current stories of course. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: This is a what if Elizabeth had a half sister story, her name is Evelynne Blair and she’s very snobby and proper, everything Elizabeth is not. Our dear Captain Jack Sparrow drops in unexpectedly to visit Elizabeth and stumbles onto Evelynne playing a game of cards with one of the maids. Jack invites himself to join her and tries to persuade her into playing a game of blackjack with him. Will Jack hit the jackpot or will he bust? Read and review!

The sun shone brightly down upon him as he walked openly through the streets of Port Royal. Since Cutler Beckett, James Norrington and Governor Swann were all dead, the latter not really being a reason to celebrate, he had no reason to fear the gallows when he decided to come calling on Elizabeth. No Captain Jack Sparrow was no a welcome man when he made port. Men tipped their hats to him as he walked by and all the pretty young ladies smiled at him and giggled when he would wink and make their faces burn with the blush that quickly stained their cheeks. Truth be told he actually felt almost at home when he came to the port city to visit her. And that was exactly the reason he was here now, to visit his dear Elizabeth Swann.

The smile melted a bit from Jack’s face as he suddenly remembered that she was no longer Elizabeth Swann, no now she was Elizabeth Turner. He almost hated to say her name now that she was indeed the wife of the whelp, who with some help from him had become the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Yes young William Turner was currently, even at this very moment, sailing the sea of the dead and ferrying the souls of those who perished at sea to the afterlife. He was allowed but one day every ten years to step on land and be with his lovely bride. Jack frowned as he realized that it could have just as easily been him that could have become the Dutchman’s new captain. But when he had seen the sadness that had swept over Elizabeth the moment that Davy Jones had stabbed Will in the heart he just couldn’t deprive her of the whelp. So he had done the only thing he knew that would ease her suffering, he had helped Will to stab Davy Jones’ heart and take his place onboard the Dutchman as captain.

Ah yes Elizabeth had been grateful to him, she had told him so as she kissed him all over his face, everywhere but his lips. Her words rang in his head even now though it had been over a year since she had spoken them to him. *Elizabeth’s voice in Jack’s head* “Oh Jack, I always knew you were a good man! Thank you for saving Will, I know what it meant to you to give up being immortal! And I love you for it Jack!”

Yes she had said it, in all her excitement of knowing that Will would not be lost to her forever, she had told Jack the three words that he had been dying to hear her say to him. She had told him that she loved him. And as wonderful as it felt Jack knew that was as far as things would ever go between them. Save for the many pleasurable fantasies he’d had about her while spending many a night alone in his cabin. Shaking the memory from his head Jack looked up from his feet to see that he was standing at the gates of the Governor’s mansion where Elizabeth had continued to reside even after her father’s passing. Grabbing the latch to the whitewashed wooden gate he let himself in and headed up the cobblestone walkway to the front porch of the mansion.

Just as he was about to knock on the door an impish smirk swept over his handsome face. Why should he knock now? He never knocked. No Jack Sparrow had always just let himself into the mansion when he came by to see Elizabeth. So why should this time be any different? It wouldn’t and with that thought Jack walked around to the side of the mansion towards the stone staircase that led up to Elizabeth’s bedroom. He quickly jogged up the steps and onto the terrace that was just outside her bedroom. Seeing that one of the French doors was open he waltzed in freely. Jack froze just inside the door as his eyes fell on a sight he hadn’t anticipated. There across the room was Elizabeth. She was sitting in a rocking chair in a cream colored taffeta nightgown. Six of the ten buttons on the nightgown were unbuttoned exposing her entire creamy alabaster left breast to his eyes. Attached to the nipple of her breast was the tiny baby she had obviously given birth to in the weeks that he had been away. And the baby looked to be a little girl as she was wrapped in a light pink blanket as she suckled contently on her mother’s breast.

Elizabeth looked up from her baby girl to see Jack standing in the doorway of her terrace and she jerked a bit startled by him being there. “Oh, Jack! I didn’t hear you come in.” Much to his dismay Elizabeth reached for a towel that was on her lap and placed it over the baby’s head and her exposed breast. Jack forced a smile as he tried to force the scandalous images that had begun circulating in his brain to disappear.

“Hello love, I see ye had the brat eh?”

“Jack, she’s not a brat, she’s mine and Will’s daughter. And her name is Jacqueline.”

He grinned as he recognized the feminized version of his name. “Ah so ye named her after me did ye?”

“Maybe.”

“Come on love, Jacqueline? Who else could ye have named her for?”

“Oh alright, I named her after you Jack, but don’t get all arrogant.”

“An’ why not?”

“Because I named her after both you and her father.”

He tossed her a puzzled stare before replying. “But William’s name isn’t Jack, it’s William, so how could ye have named her after William if ye named her Jacqueline?”

“If you would let me finish Jack?”

“Oh right, my apologies love, do go on.”

“Her name is Jacqueline Willamina Turner.”

“Jacqueline Willamina Turner, that’s a bloody mouthful love.”

Elizabeth giggled at Jack as she shifted the towel to check on Jacqueline. Seeing that she was done feeding she stood from the rocking chair and met Jack across the room. She quickly handed him the tiny baby girl before he could say anything. “Here take Jackie.”

“Jackie?”

“It’s what I call her for short.” Elizabeth placed the baby girl in Jack’s arms. He shifted her awkwardly not really knowing how to handle something so tiny and precious.

“What do ye want me t’ do with her love?”

“Just hold her Jack.” She eyed him as he held the little girl out from him as if she would bite him or something. “Not like that. Hold her close to your chest Jack.” Jack awkwardly pulled the baby girl in closer to his chest and watched in awe as the tiny baby snuggled into his chest burying her adorable little face into his shirt. Elizabeth smiled as she quickly buttoned her nightgown to cover herself.

“I feel strangely comfortable holding this little thing.”

“She’s a baby Jack, not a thing.”

“Right. When did ye have the little runt?”

“Three weeks ago today.” Elizabeth took Jackie back from Jack and she could barely stifle the giggle that bubbled up in her throat at seeing the wave of relief that washed over him.

“Don’t ye ever tell anyone that I liked holding yer little runt.”

“I swear. Not a word to anyone Captain Sparrow, wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation as a fearless pirate.”

“Now yer jus’ making fun of me Lizzie.” She smiled at hearing the endearing nickname he had been calling her since the day they met all those years ago fall from his lips. It had been quite some time since Jack had called her Lizzie. He mostly just called her love or darling or Elizabeth when he addressed her. Jack almost outright refused to call her Mrs. Turner. Elizabeth knew that it had saddened Jack that she had married Will but there was nothing she could do about it now. She loved Jack that much she would finally admit to herself, but the fact of the matter was that she simply loved Will more.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“What brings you by for a visit?”

“Are ye not happy t’ see me love?”

“Oh no I’m glad you came. I just thought that the sea would have too tight a grasp on you for you to come back to visit me so soon.”

“Well I jus’ thought I’d check on ye since ye were pregnant with the runt an’ all.”

“Thank you Jack, that’s sweet.” He made a face as she showered him with the little endearing word that was most certainly not what a pirate would want to be called. “I’m going to put Jackie down for her nap if you want to head down stairs. I’ll be down shortly.”

“Alright love, I’ll jus’ be downstairs where ye told me t’ go.”

Jack headed downstairs as Elizabeth set to the task of putting her baby daughter to bed in her crib. He trotted down the winding staircase until he reached the bottom of it. Jack froze when he heard bubbly laughter spilling out of the parlor which was to his right. Then the intriguing sound of a woman that he did not know speaking floated out of the parlor to his keen ears. “Ha that’s twenty one! I win again Henry!”

Unable to resist his curious nature Jack swaggered into the parlor. His coffee colored eyes glittered curiously as he took in the sight of the lovely young woman sitting on the sofa playing cards with one of the servants who sat across from her on the other sofa that was separated by a medium sized rectangular shaped wooden table. “So it would seem Miss.” The older man’s eyes flicked up to see Jack standing there watching them. “I beg your pardon sir, may I help you with something?”

Jack didn’t fail to notice the hint of distaste in the older gray haired man’s voice or the wrinkle of the pretty young woman’s nose as she looked at him. “Oh no I’m jus’ waiting for Lizzie.”

The pretty dark haired young woman raised her dark eyebrows at him as she spoke. “Lizzie? I don’t think it’s quite appropriate for you to be addressing her with such informality, Mister.” Her voice trailed off as she waited for Jack to introduce himself.

“It’s Captain Jack Sparrow darling.” He feigned being a gentleman and offered a small bow in her direction.

“It’s not darling, Mr. Sparrow, it’s Evelynne Blair. Miss Blair to you.”

“Well Miss Blair, it’s Captain Sparrow, not Mr. Sparrow.”

“My apologies Captain Sparrow.” The sarcasm that laced her voice only served to make Jack flash a crooked grin at her.

“No harm done love, ooh I mean Miss Blair. Ye play cards I see?”

“I do.”

“What exactly do ye play?”

“Blackjack, I’m very good at it.” Jack grinned as he began to wonder just what else the dark haired beauty might be good at. “Do you play Captain Sparrow?”

“Every now an’ then.”

“Would you like to?” Would he like to? Hell yes he would like to, there were many things he would like to do with her. What he wouldn’t give to see that prim little lady writhing beneath him moaning his name hoarsely as he pumped into that delicious looking little body of hers. Her voice brought him out of his less that pure thoughts. “Captain Sparrow?”

“Hmmm?”

“I said would you like to?”

“Like t’ what Miss Blair?”

“Play a game of blackjack of course.”

“Ah yes.” Jack took the place of the gray haired servant that had been playing cards with Evelynne and gestured for her to deal the cards. She shuffled the deck of cards expertly and he watched as she dealt them two cards each. Jack flipped his cards up so that just he could see them. He had a ten and a seven. Jack smirked up at Evelynne making her arch an eyebrow at him curiously as she looked at her own cards. She had a ten and a nine. “Well ladies first love, take a card if ye like.”

Evelynne reached for the deck of cards that were in the middle of the table and plucked one from it. Slowly she turned it over in her hand so that she could see what it was. She had to quickly compose herself as she realized that it was a three and had not been what she had hoped for. Instead of making her situation known to him she simply placed her cards face down on the table and smiled at Jack coyly.

“Well go ahead Captain Sparrow, it’s your turn.”

“So it is.” Jack leaned forward just a bit a slid a card off the deck. He turned the card over so that he could see what it was. It was exactly what he had been hoping for, a four, he had a perfect twenty one. Laying his hand face down on the table as well he grinned up at her devilishly. “Ye know we haven’t discussed what I win Miss Blair?”

“I beg your pardon, that’s awfully arrogant of you. How do you know you’ve won?”

“I don’t. However if I do, I’d like t’ know what I’ve won.”

“What would you like?”

“T’ call ye by yer first name.”

“I suppose I can live with that. And if I win?”

“Ye can call me by mine.”

“Fair enough. Show your hand.”

“Ye first.”

“The same time.”

“Agreed, on three. One, two, three.” Jack and Evelynne turned their cards face up and looked at each other’s hand. Evelynne’s gray eyes widened in disbelief as she glanced down at Jack’s perfect hand.

“It seems ye lost Evelynne.”

“So I have Captain Sparrow. Play another hand?”

“Gladly. The stakes?”

“The same.”

“Boring. I already won the right t’ call ye by yer first name.”

“Okay so you have, what would you like?”

“Hmmm how bout I get t’ call ye by a pet name?”

“Such as?”

“Ye jus’ have t’ wait on that.”

“Fine. Because you’re going to lose this time.” Jack grinned as Evelynne reshuffled the cards and dealt them two apiece. She glanced at hers seeing that she had two tens. Smiling she laid the cards face down on the table. Jack looked at his and saw that he had a rather poor hand. This time he had been dealt a nine and a two.

‘Damn eleven, that’s jus’ bloody awful! I need a ten t’ win. Bugger!’ Evelynne smiled as she watched Jack place his hand down on the table rather annoyed.

“Well Captain Sparrow?”

“Ladies first Evelynne.”

“Oh I don’t need any cards. Your turn.” Jack grabbed a card off the deck and turned it over. He frowned when he noticed that it was another two. They turned their cards over and Evelynne smiled at her victory over the pirate. “Looks like I win Jack.”

“So ye do Evelynne.” He grabbed the deck and shuffled them again. “Again?”

“Certainly.”

“How bout we up the stakes Evie?” She frowned at his little pet name for her.

“Such as?”

“A kiss.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh come on Evie, what’s the harm in a kiss?”

“Plenty. You’re a pirate and I’m a lady!”

“Scared ye will like it love?”

“I most certainly will not like it!”

“Then what would it hurt?”

“Oh fine. A kiss, just to prove to you that I won’t enjoy it at all.” He grinned as he dealt them two cards apiece. When they had both reached for their third card Jack looked up at her grinning devilishly. “And just what are you grinning about?”

“I win.”

“How do you know, you don’t know what I have?”

“Fine love, what do ye have?”

“Eighteen, top that!”

“With pleasure, nineteen.” Evelynne’s gray eyes widened in shock as she grabbed his cards to make sure he wasn’t lying to her. Seeing he was telling the truth she threw them back down on the table. “Looks like I win love, now pucker up those pretty lips of yers.”

Evelynne sat rigid on her sofa as Jack moved to sit next to her. She squeezed her gray eyes shut and sat there frozen. Jack grinned as he leaned in closer to Evelynne. She could feel the warmth of his breath as it danced over her face lightly. The smell of salt from the ocean mixed with sweat and the faintly sweet tinge of rum tickled her nose the closer that Jack leaned in to her. It seemed like an eternity went by with her just sitting there rigid waiting for him to kiss her. Then suddenly his lips brushed against hers in the softest caress she had ever felt. It was so soft that it caused her to gasp. Jack took the opportunity to slip his tongue in between her parted lips. Evelynne drew in a sharp breath when she felt his tongue dart into her mouth quickly to begin massaging her own.

She felt one of his hands come up to rest lightly on the slender column of her throat as he deepened the kiss pushing his tongue further into her mouth. Evelynne could feel her heart thumping rapidly in her chest and she was almost certain that Jack could hear it as easily as she could. Jack’s other hand moved to grab the bottom of her pale yellow taffeta dress. She inhaled sharply as she felt him abruptly hike up her skirts to expose her shapely alabaster legs to the middle of her creamy thighs. Feeling the cool air hit her exposed skin she gave a small whimper into the handsome pirate’s mouth as he continued his exploration of her mouth with his tongue. Her gray eyes snapped open when she felt his calloused hand push her knees apart firmly. His rough fingers began to slide up the inside of her silky inner right thigh edging dangerously close to her most intimate of places on her body.

Evelynne knew that she should be doing something anything to stop this scoundrel from touching her so inappropriately but her brain just couldn’t seem to tell her arms to work. They felt like dead weight just hanging loosely at her sides as Jack continued inching his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he finally reached his destination. She jerked when she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her entrance. Almost instantly it felt as if a fire had been set between her thighs at the very spot where his fingertips had made contact. She silently berated her disobedient body for the way it responded when she felt a dampness building between her thighs. How could she be reacting to this scoundrel’s indecent touch? She was a lady and he was nothing more than a miscreant pirate. But she found it bordering impossible to push him away from her and demand that he apologize for touching her in such a lewd manner.

Jack grinned against Evelynne’s mouth as he felt the moisture beginning to pool between her thighs. He welcomed the small whimper that fell from her mouth as he parted her folds with his thick fingers exposing her clit as he did. Evelynne felt the dampness between her thighs increase when Jack had spread her lips exposing her core. His thumb bent to brush over her little hidden pink pearl and she jerked her hips upward involuntarily. Jack chuckled at the jerking of her hips when he stroked her clit. Deciding to be a little bolder Jack pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit as he slid his index finger into her warm tight entrance. He could feel the muscles of her vagina instantly clench around his finger as he explored her curiously. Evelynne’s gray eyes snapped open wide and she pushed him back a bit to look into his dark glittering coffee colored eyes. “You can’t.” Her voice trailed off as he dipped his finger deeper inside her womanhood making her eyes slip closed again in spite of what she had been trying to tell him.

“Can’t what love? Touch ye in such places?”

“No you shouldn’t, it’s entirely inappropriate!”

“Ye want me t’ stop darling?”

“I should be saying yes, but no I want you to keep touching me Jack!” Her admittance startled her as she looked back up into his coffee brown eyes. He flashed her a crooked grin that was accented with a few gold teeth that glinted in the dimly lit room. Jack eased his middle finger in to join his index finger and he began a gentle pumping motion. The wetness between her thighs which had started as a dribble now seemed to be spilling out of her generously. Evelynne could feel her juices running down between the cheeks of her backside as Jack’s fingers pushed into her secret spot. His thumb pressing on her clit only served to make more of the sticky liquid leak from her core as he applied a gentle but constant pressure to it.

“Ye like that eh darling?” She nodded and then soon gave a small whine of protest when he abruptly removed his fingers.

“Jack?”

“Relax love, jus’ going t’ do something else I think ye might greatly enjoy.” Evelynne watched curiously as Jack knelt down on the floor directly in front of her. He pushed her thighs wider apart and leaned up to settle in between them. She gasped as he pushed her skirts up to her hips exposing her womanhood to anyone that might walk into the parlor. Her gray eyes watched as the scandalous pirate lowered his head between her thighs. She felt her whole body jerk involuntarily as his long pink tongue snaked out to slip between her silky folds. His weathered hands came up behind her knees to grab the backs of her creamy thighs as he pushed his devilish tongue along the length of her slit flickering over her swollen clit as he did so. Evelynne felt herself blushing immensely as she slid her hips forward trying to give him better access to more of her quivering womanhood. Something was building inside her with every delicious flick of that wicked tongue of his but she didn’t know what it was. All she knew was that it felt like someone was twisting her stomach into a thousand knots as he skillfully played her body like a fine tuned instrument.

“Jack, Jack more!” Her voice was throaty and raspy at the same time as she begged him for something she didn’t really know how to put into words. Jack grinned as he recognized the desperate need in her voice. She was begging for him to give her fulfillment and he was greatly inclined to do so. But not here out in the open of the parlor where just anyone could walk in on their intimate interlude. No they would need someplace quiet, more private.

Jack pulled his tongue reluctantly from her entrance making her whimper pathetically. “Jack, why did you stop?”

“We need someplace more private love.”

Her cheeks blazed like a wildfire from the blush that stained her alabaster skin as she looked down at him before replying timidly. “My room, it’s the first door upstairs.” Grinning impishly Jack pulled her dress back down to cover her delicate body and pushed himself to his feet. He quickly grabbed her hand pulling her from the sofa. Evelynne’s heart was racing in her chest as she allowed Jack to whisk her upstairs to her room to do God only knew what to her. She couldn’t believe she was eager to let this man’s hands wander all over her body as if he were her husband. They were at the door to her room before she realized it and Jack was ushering her inside hurriedly. She heard the door close and then the sound of it being latched. Whatever he intended on doing to her he obviously did not want to be impeded by any interruptions.

“Now then darling, alone at last.” She nodded and drew in a shaky breath as he advanced on her like a wild animal hunting it’s prey. Evelynne retreated until she felt the backs of her thighs come into contact with the edge of her bed. Without warning Jack pushed her down onto the bed making her gasp in surprise. He quickly leaned down over her pinning her to the soft mattress with his weight. Evelynne stilled when she felt him begin to pull her skirts up until she was exposed again just as she had been in the parlor. Then his hands slid up her waist and over the slopes of her perky young breasts making her nipples stiffen instantly. His thick fingers began skillfully unfastening the buttons of her dress as she lay there still beneath him. Once he had made quick work of the buttons lining the bodice of her pale yellow taffeta dress he easily pulled it open to expose her thin white lace under dress. Jack’s lips twitched upwards in a devilish grin as he took notice of the dusty pink nipples straining hard against the lace of her under dress. Leaning down he sucked on her left nipple through the lace fabric making her back arch off the mattress and a small moan escape her parted lips.

The feel of his hot mouth on her nipple made it ache and become even more stiff if that were even possible. Her eyes closed and then snapped back open when she felt a throbbing ache begin between her thighs. “Jack?”

“Hmmm love?”

“I, it hurts.”

“I can make the pain go away darling. Do ye want that?” She nodded up at him and then whimpered when she felt him press his throbbing erection against her aching entrance. The rough feel of his breeches made her dampen instantly. She could feel the outline of his hard shaft prodding at her body demanding entrance to her most intimate of places. When she felt him lift her so that he could slip the taffeta dress off her body to leave her in only the lace under dress she felt her heart jump into her suddenly dry throat. Her eyes fell to watch him remove his coat and shirt and then he stepped out of his boots to kick off his breeches. As Jack climbed back onto the bed to lay over her she went rigid.

Her hands flew up to grab his forearms desperately. “Jack, no! I, we can’t!”

“But I thought ye wanted me t’ make it stop aching love?”

“I do, it’s just, I’m a virgin and losing that would compromise my virtue.”

“I see. Well then I suppose ye want me t’ stop now?”

“No. I want this but I don’t want to ..” Her voice trailed off as she looked up at him with watery gray eyes.

“Ye don’t want t’ compromise yer virginity but ye want that itch t’ be scratched eh darling?” She nodded. “Well I think that can be arranged.” Evelynne looked up at him with confused gray eyes as he moved to grip her hips. Jack slowly turned her over so that she was lying on her stomach her breasts pressing into the mattress. She felt him push her lacy under dress up over her backside to expose her to him.

“Jack?”

“Jus’ relax love.” Suddenly she felt Jack’s warm breath caress her backside and her womanhood as he leaned in closer to her. His tongue peeked out to flick across her sex making her jerk her hips back towards him. He worked his tongue over her slit a few moments allowing her juices to collect before he began slowly moving upward until she felt the very tip of his tongue dipping between the cheeks of her backside. Her pulse quickened as his tongue continued upward until she felt it slide over her asshole lightly. She whimpered as she felt him spread the cheeks of her bottom to push his tongue harder against her. When he was certain that she was excited enough for his touch he slid his left hand up the inside of her left thigh. Her eyes snapped open and her lips parted in a silent moan as she felt Jack’s fingers begin to tease her. His long middle finger gently coaxed the muscles of her asshole to allow him inside as his index finger dipped into her damp womanhood. They began gently pumping against her making little pulses of pleasure travel through her body.

“Jack please!” The pathetic desperateness of her voice informed him that she was ready for more than just his fingers. Jack carefully removed his fingers and came to kneel behind her on the bed. Evelynne looked at him over her shoulder. His rough hands rested on her backside as he positioned himself behind her. She watched as Jack’s right hand took hold of his throbbing erection and brought it to her ass. He began gently prodding at her with the head of his cock until she could feel him beginning to sink in. Slowly inch by inch he sank into her backside. The tightness of being inside her bottom was almost too much for him to handle. Biting his bottom lip Jack closed his eyes as he concentrated on maintaining his composure. It had been quite sometime since he had taken a woman anally and he had almost forgotten how deliciously tight it was that way.

After a moment Jack gave an experimental thrust and groaned his approval as he easily moved within her. Evelynne moaned as she felt Jack’s throbbing cock moving inside her, retreating then driving in before retreating once more. The sensation of his cock thrusting into her backside was so incredible that she could already feel the pressure building in her lower belly. Jack reached around her waist and began manipulating her swollen clit with his hand, rolling and pinching the swollen bud between his fingers as he pumped into her bottom. Evelynne cried out in a muffled and strangled moan as she collapsed against the mattress. The sensation of being stimulated both anally and vaginally were just too much for her to handle. The powerful orgasm that crested over her body made her convulse involuntarily as she felt a flood of liquid surge from her body to coat the insides of her thighs and dribble up to her lower abdomen. Jack felt the delicious contracting of her anal muscles around his cock and gave a strangled grunt as it milked him of his own release. Evelynne felt the tingling sensation that swept through her as Jack pulled his cock from her backside to explode his release on her lower back. The warmth of his sticky climax hit the creamy skin of her lower back in three large spurts making goose bumps manifest all over her body.

She felt the mattress shift as Jack stood to grab a washcloth from the basin on her vanity. The coolness of the damp cloth made her jerk in shock as Jack wiped his seed from her back. They said nothing as they got dressed quickly. Once dressed Jack looked down at the dark haired young woman. “Did that serve t’ scratch yer itch love?”

“It was wonderful, thank you Jack. But I beg you please, you mustn’t tell anyone about the way I allowed you to touch me. Jack please?”

“Lips are sealed love, not a single soul will know the things ye let a scoundrel pirate do t’ ye.”

“Thank you. You have to go, Elizabeth can’t find you in my room.” Jack kissed her hand before leaving her room to swagger down the hall to find Elizabeth still in her room rocking her baby girl. Elizabeth smiled up at him gesturing for him to join her.

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t get her to sleep. I hope you weren’t too bored?”

Jack grinned impishly at her before replying. “Not at all love, ye know I’m more than capable of entertaining meself.”

“Better than anyone I suppose.” The two laughed as Jack came to sit on the edge of Elizabeth’s bed and watch her rock little Jackie to sleep. Lingering thoughts of his little rendezvous with Elizabeth’s sister Evelynne brought another crooked grin to his face. Who would have thought that would have ever happened between him and such a snobby prim and proper little strumpet? That was truly an unexpected yet greatly welcomed little sinful episode. Perhaps he would have to come to visit Elizabeth more often if those were the kind of welcoming he was going to get.

A/N: Finished!! Just needed to write a story that was entirely porn without a plot!! Let me know what you thought of it!