What's in a Name

Title: What’s in a Name

Author: L

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: COPYRIGHT 2003: Characters from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean are not my creation and I can not claim copyright on them. All other characters are my creation and I hold rights to them and on the plot of this story.

Note: /.../ Denotes inner thoughts.

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"Which one? Which could it be?"

Elizabeth paced back and forth across her room, still unwed, still yearning for her pirate. Tapping at her pearly front tooth, she sighed, her feet turning to make another pass over the room. Confusion weighed heavy on her mind. Had she seen this day coming she might never have.....

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//The fire roared behind her as she watched Jack finish off one of the many bottles of rum, her golden hair lifting in the soft Caribbean breeze. Her eyes danced with mischief and her smile spoke of secrets but Jack was far too gone to notice either.

His eyes locked unwavering, upon the stars above, slowly slipping closed. An errant giggle burst from her lips and she clapped a flawless hand over her mouth. Jumping to her feet she wove her way back towards the covering of the palm trees, tripping and stumbling over the big fan- like leaves that littered the ground.

She paused, forearm braced against one of the magnificent trees. Lowering her head to her arm she took several deep breaths while she tried to clear her mind of the thickness of liquor.

"Will," she whispered, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes.

Without a sound, not a single noise, he was there beside her. Jack lay his hand heavy on her shoulder. His words stung but were still oddly comforting. "Will’s still a young whelp and has grand ideas, giving himself..." His words were slurred but rang true in her drunkenness. "Giving up himself for us. We shall go on. We shall live life to the fullest."

Another bursting giggle came from her as he lifted his free hand and laid it over his heart. It was too comical not to be rewarded. Will’s fate was temporarily forgotten. "You are nothing short of a fool, Jack Sparrow."

"Wrong, Miss Swann. I’m a far better lover." He smiled lopsidedly leaning in and capturing her trembling lips below his own. Turning into his arms, she melted against him, her arms clinging, tracing sinewy muscles.

Her moans of need couldn’t be suppressed when he sank to the ground pulling her with him and easing her to her back. Even when his hand slipped inside her shift and withdrew her swollen sensitive breast she didn’t mount a protest, and, in fact, arched towards him in invitation. Her nipple was seared with his hot suckling mouth. His teeth grazed over that tight bud, sending a shower of sparks through her veins right down to the apex of her thighs. And still she complied as his hand slipped further down and gathered her skirt and pushed them to her waist.

Her breath lodged heavy in her lungs when he nudged her knees apart and settled between her thighs, feeling the long hard length of him with only his trousers separating bare flesh. With deft movement of his hand he freed himself and paused at her entrance. But instead of piercing her right away, he moved to rub between her slippery wet petals.

"Elizabeth," he mumbled, the name more slurred than before.

But she cared not, his pleasuring strokes elevating her to heightsmagimagined. And with a straggled mewling she exploded with her release. It was then that she felt the stretch of her feminine muscles as he eased inside her. Antlentled cry echoed from his lips as he barely managed to insert the thickened head of his shaft before he erupted inside her, spilling his thick seed into her channel.

"Jack?" She whispered, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders.

Silence met her ears as he lay heavy on her. Passed out.//

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After their rescue from the island Elizabeth had been wholly grateful that he hadn’t lasted long enough to take her maidenhead, hadn’t taken her virtue. And the only sign she had to confirm that small miracle was the lack of blood upon her or in the sand when they finally rose.

And her mind dismissed the encounter, preferring to imagine it never happened at all. She quickly except the commodore’s proposal in order to save her love’s life. She was determined to save Will.

Now, she stood staring out her window, her soul so troubled that she lacked even tears to release her heartache. Neither of the men, Jack nor Will, were there to soothe her, to assure her life would not end over the morning’s news.

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//Stepping forward she moved to Will’s side, between Jack and Norrington, answering the question for all whom she truly wanted to be with. Her father had stared aghast at her and Will but that dithinthing to discourage her from her course. And to her surprise, Norrington had taken the whole affair rather well, no argument, no threats. Relief coursed through her graceful frame and all was righted in her life.

Will had waited for the most perfect of moments to offer her their first kiss, deep and filled with all the emotions that would be given voice later. As Norrington had seen his men away and her father had excused himself to see to his duties as governor, Will had escorted her home. He had escorted her home and up the stairs to her room.

"I have waited all my life for this moment," he had whispered reverently, his eyes bathing her face with his loving gaze.

"I find that I loved a boy I thought a pirate. And now, I love a man I know to be a pirate."

"Marry me."

"Tomorrow." She smiled, eyes mirroring her happiness.

Will had led her to the bed and resumed their impassioned kisses. His tongue probed at her lips seeking entrance into the heated haven of her mouth and she was all too happy to open to him. His tongue took possession, exploring the dips and hollows of her mouth.

She had lain back on the bed as he perched above her, his hand skimming her breast over the heavy material of her bodice. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the questions he couldn’t bring himself tk. Rk. Raising herself, she presented her back to him in acquiescence of what they both were seeking, what they both needed.

He worked the row of small delicate buttons for her; all the while she could feel the trembling in his fingers. The exercise completed, she turned to face him, the dress slipping from her shoulders only to be held to her bosom by her own hand.

She sighed as his head dipped and he laid a gentle but urgent kiss on the now exposed skin and she removed her hands, letting the dress slide to her waist, her breast free and jutting forward in demand of his attention.

There was no mistaking the small gasp of air that was pulled into his throat and she smiled demurely. Without further preamble his head descended again and nuzzled the valley between the two moderate spheres. Kissing his way across the closest, firm eager lips closed upon her tight nipple drawing hard upon it and nipping until she feared she could take no more, until she was practically sobbing his name with need.

There was a loud whimper of protest as he left her to feel the cool current of abandonment upon that same nipple. But her disappointment was short-lived. Kneeling, he smoothed the dress from her hips to pool at the floor. His own clothing was quick to follow and she stared openly at his fierce manhood, fully erect and standing proudly before him.

His weight came back to her, pressing her into the soft down mattress, finding his way between her inviting thighs. Her own body readied for him, seeped her honeyed lubricant. Pausing just as he would have surged forward and entered her, his eyes bore into hers.

"Tell me now if you wish to wait, Elizabeth. If you wish me to hold my show of love until the night we wed speak it now before I go to far."

"Nay. I wish it now. I want to feel your love all through my body, Will."

"Aye. Thank the gods, my love. I was not sure I could wait."

He rolled his hip as she anchored her hands, winding small fingers around his perfectefinefined upper arm. His thick member eased slowly into her sheath, stopping only when he met the thin barrier inside her.

"I will try and make the pain brief, my love." He groaned above her, his face contorted with his efforts.

She nodded, her whole body tensing for what was to come, tensing for the pain she had heard whispered about by her peers. Then she felt the tear and bit down on her lip to turn her screams inward.

Inside he stilled, she knew he waited for her to adjust to the fof sof such an intrusion. Moments slipped by as the blinding pain lessened, gave way to a bountiful pleasure. The tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes dried and she shifted her hips below him, tilting to take more of him.

His rhythm was slow and building, taking them both to the edge of completion in a beautiful bursting of their union. His seed emptied long and steady into her withering body as her own feminine spasms clenched tight ad hid him.

"I love you, Elizabeth," he gasped, easing his weight to her side.

"I love you, Will," she replied breathlessly, being folded against him.//

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Elizabeth swung from the window as the door to her room flew inward, no customary knock, no hailing from the other side. There her father stood, his face a mask of molten rage … his eyes fairly bulging from their sockets.

"How could you? A pirate for God sakes!" He roared.

"I didn’t mean for this to happen father. It was the very last thing I wanted. Well, certainly not until I was wed."

"Then it shall be Will Turner’s name this child carries?" He demanded.

"Yes. No." She shook her head worrying her full bottom lip with her teeth. "I’m not at all certain."
r eyr eyes rounded as her father took on a ghostly paleness, his body trembling with the effort to stay standing.

"Please, daughter, say that it is not Jack Sparrow."

"I can not, father." She shrugged, her own face most absurdly as pale.

It was then that her hand drifted down and caressed the still flat plain of her stomach that she began to feel a mother’s love for the child growing inside, no matter the father.

//The child is mine and that is all the matters.//