Deliverance And Destruction

Deliverance And Destruction

A/N: Okay it’s been a while since I last posted anything on here and this new story just seemed to hit me from out of the blue. Hope you enjoy it! Just imagine that Will hadn’t become Captain of The Flying Dutchman and wasn’t immortal and that they had found another way to defeat Davy Jones and the East India Company. Elizabeth and Will are married and all is well…until a certain pirate comes back into their lives when he needs a place to hide from the King of Spain who now wants him dead for taking his virgin daughter to bed the night before her wedding to the Prince of France. Elizabeth finds herself in close company with Jack while Will works long days at the blacksmith shop. Soon she’s unable to deny her feelings for Jack and unknowingly seals the fate of her marriage with a single scorching kiss. The kiss ignites the long smoldering embers of their passion and they begin a secret affair. It goes on for nearly two years without them being discovered…until the dreaded day comes when Elizabeth learns she’s pregnant. Knowing that the baby is more than likely Jack’s she decides the affair has to end. The thought of never being with Jack again drives Elizabeth into his arms one last time. But this time they are careless and make love at the mansion where Will stumbles upon them. Will this be the end of their marriage? Will he kill Jack? Please don’t hesitate to read and review!!

Elizabeth brought her napkin up to feign wiping her mouth. It was a poor attempt to hide what seemed like the hundredth time that she had yawned that afternoon. Glancing past Hillary Gillette her tea colored eyes focused on the gentle and almost playful dancing of the ocean. Oh what she would give to be out there on a ship right now feeling the rhythmic rocking of it as those beautiful sapphire waves carried her to some far away place that she had never been. And not just any ship…no there was only one ship that she yearned to be on…The Black Pearl. Elizabeth was so enraptured by the gently rolling sapphire waves that she hadn’t even heard Caroline Wilkes call her name. At least she hadn’t heard it until Caroline said it a second time in a much louder voice pulling her from her daydreams of adventure on the high seas.

“Elizabeth!”

Jerking her head back toward the group of young ladies that she was currently entertaining with afternoon tea and finger sandwiches…or at least was supposed to be entertaining, she forced a smile. Quickly thinking of an excuse to hide her obvious disinterest in their company she composed herself before speaking. Clearing her throat daintily Elizabeth opened her mouth to offer a polite and convincing sounding lie.

“My apologies ladies…I’m feeling rather tired all of a sudden. I’m quite certain that I’m beginning to come down with something.”

Hillary patted her hand before replying in an obviously false tone of concern.

“Oh why dear…we simply can’t have you falling ill. Where would we meet for tea and to play bridge? Oh and we can’t forget all those intriguing stories about your days as a pirate at sea…and all the interesting people you met.”

Elizabeth flashed her a fake smile as she silently cursed her for the rude comment that had been poorly disguised as polite conversation. Then raising her chin up snobbishly she shot back her own snide remark.

“Oh not to worry Hillary, I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of such entertainment.”

Flashing an equally fake smile Hillary stood up which caused the other four young ladies to quickly follow.

“I’m so glad to hear that Elizabeth, now you just get yourself to bed and feel better soon dear. We’ll show ourselves out. Come along ladies…Mrs. Turner needs her rest.”

Elizabeth stood up smoothing out the wrinkles in her pale pastel green wool dress. It was heavy and hot and horribly uncomfortable. The bodice felt like it was trying to crush her ribcage it was squeezing her so tight. But Elizabeth had long since acknowledged and accepted what women of her station in society were expected to wear. And she would admit that the dress did look lovely on her. The neckline was an elegant scoop style that showed off just the right amount of her small alabaster breasts. It buttoned down the back of the bodice which was covered with a lavishly detailed cream colored overlay of lace. The sleeves came to rest at her elbows and were lined with more lace at the cuffs of them. Her long thick tawny hair had been curled and piled high atop her head with a few well placed pins securing it. A delicate strand of pearls adorned her elegant slender neck. It was the only other piece of jewelry that Elizabeth was wearing besides her wedding band. The band was plain and made of silver and by far was the simplest piece of jewelry she owned. But she loved it because her husband had made it for her with his own two hands.

She was all smiles as she ushered the ladies out of the sitting room in her father’s mansion…well her and Will’s mansion since her father had passed away. Once the last of the ladies had gone and she was alone she let out a deep sigh of relief as she closed the heavy oak doors to the sitting room behind her. Hitching her dress up in a very unladylike manner she reached down and pulled off the awful shoes that she had been wearing. Her tea colored eyes slipped closed when she felt her stocking covered feet come into contact with the coolness of the white marble floor. The chiming of the large grandfather clock next to the fireplace in the sitting room made her eyes snap open quickly. It was late…four in the afternoon already. Her reflection in the large rectangular shaped mirror that hung on the west wall caught her eye. A smirk etched itself onto Elizabeth’s face as sudden thoughts of Jack crept into her head. Letting her dress fall back down to cover her legs she chuckled before announcing to the empty room.

“Oh if Jack Sparrow could see me now! He always said he preferred me in a dress or nothing at all.”

Her cheeks reddened at the sudden thought of being naked in front of Jack. Where had that memory come from? It had been so long since she had thought of it that she had almost forgotten it…almost. It wasn’t as if Elizabeth had seen or even heard from Jack recently. The last time she had seen the rogue pirate captain had been the night of her wedding to Will. She had been so shocked to see him standing in her bridal chambers that she hadn’t even tried to cover her nakedness from his dark wandering eyes. Elizabeth let her eyes slip closed as she raised her hand to brush her fingertips across her lips. Sometimes late at night after Will had fallen asleep she would let her mind wander to places she didn’t dare allow herself to go during the day. And it was always the same…back to that blistering kiss that Jack had ambushed her with on the night of her wedding.

His lips had felt incredible melded against her own as his calloused hands skimmed over the slope of her small perky breasts. Her nipples had hardened like pebbles almost instantly the moment Jack’s fingers had touched them. Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat when she felt her nipples harden against the heavy unyielding fabric of her corset. The dampness between her thighs set her face on fire with the blush that blistered it. But it was too late to ignore the throbbing ache that seemed to burn between her thighs. Sighing heavily she hitched up her skirts and hurried out onto the terrace through the French doors. Shutting the French doors behind her she headed for the farthest corner of the terrace and sank down onto the stone bench that was mostly hidden from view by the large rose bushes that decorated the terrace. Peering around to be sure she was alone Elizabeth jerked her dress up to the middle of her thighs hastily. Spreading her thighs wide she reached down sliding her right hand between them. Pushing her cotton knickers aside she whimpered when the soft pads of her fingers ghosted over the delicate skin of her labia.

Her labia was swollen and wet with her desire. Pushing her middle finger between her satiny folds she cried out softly when she skimmed over her throbbing clit. It felt good but she needed more to relieve the painful ache that throbbed between her thighs. Sliding her index finger between her folds alongside her middle finger she began slowly thrusting them. Elizabeth whimpered as she rotated her hips upward to meet her questing fingers. Glancing around she increased the speed of her thrusts and dared to whisper out her secret desire.

“Mmmm…Jack…yes!”

Imagining the wickedly handsome pirate’s fingers doing such sinful things to her body instead of herself was all the inspiration Elizabeth needed to find the relief she had been so desperately looking for. Plunging her fingers deeply into her throbbing sex she arched her hips forward making her bottom come up off the bench as she pressed her palm against her aching clit.

Her inner muscles convulsed wildly making her throw her head back as she moaned out her secret desire’s name wantonly.

“Ohhhh…Jack!!”

A moment later her fingers and palm were being drenched in her warm sticky honey. Elizabeth sat there her hand still pressed between her thighs basking in the glorious afterglow of her release when suddenly an all too familiar drunken slur snapped her from them.

“Bravo love…a truly magnificent show indeed.”

Her tea colored eyes grew wide when they landed on a very real Jack Sparrow sitting on the ledge of the terrace. His head was tilted up so that he was looking at her from under the brim of his weathered brown leather tricorne hat. That trademark smirk of his was stretched across his still devilishly handsome face. Suddenly remembering the state she was in she scowled at him. Elizabeth jerked her hand from between her thighs and yanked her dress back down to cover herself from his smoldering gaze. Her cheeks were practically blazing from the blush that stained them.

“J-Jack? What the hell are you doing here?”

He chuckled at her obvious embarrassment at having been caught pleasuring herself.

“Now is that any way t’ greet an old friend love?”

“It is when they show up uninvited and unannounced and spy on that so called friend.”

“Oh don’t get yer knickers in a knot darlin’…yer dirty lil secret is safe with me.”

“I have no idea what you’re babbling about…are you drunk?”

“Maybe. Means I won’t tell the hubby bout ye getting yer jollies whilst thinking bout me darlin’.”

Glaring at him she stood up and walked over to where he sat perched on the ledge of the terrace.

“Really?”

“Really love.”

“What do you want?”

“Izzy…that ye would imply such a thing wounds me!”

“I’ll bet…just tell me what you want in exchange for your silence Jack.”

“Want?”

“Yes…you never do anything without expecting something in return.”

“Ah…true enough. Ye know me too well love.”

“I know…have you forgotten that we are very much alike? So what do you want Jack?”

“Hide me?”

“Hide you? From whom?”

“Oh the good old King of Spain.”

“You want me to hide you from the King of Spain? Jack…what in God’s name have you done now?”

Jack flashed her a crooked smile as he took her hand and brought it up to his mouth to place a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Feeling the butterflies start fluttering in her stomach she jerked her hand away from him.

“I’ll fill ye in all in good time Izzy darlin’. For now is it safe t’ say we have an accord love?”

Rolling her tea colored eyes as she ignored the little voice in the back of her head screaming at her to send him away she sighed heavily before replying.

“Oh Jack…yes you know I could never turn you away.”

Smiling Jack stood up and pulled her into an unexpected embrace crushing her to him bringing the familiar scent of the sea and rum mingled with his sweat to her nose. Elizabeth hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into his embrace placing her cheek against his chest as she listened to him speak.

“Yer a diamond love…what would I do without ye?”

“God only knows Jack.”

He chuckled and squeezed her a little tighter. Elizabeth closed her eyes and tried to drown out the annoying little voice in her head that was screaming at her that this was going to turn out to be the biggest mistake of her entire life. It was just as she had told Jack only moments ago…she could never turn him away when he needed her help.

A/N: Okay please let me know what you think of this story so far!!