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Lagoon	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 3904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Lagoon
- 2-Shore
- 3-Zeal
- 4-Heartbeat
- 5-Sunrise
- 6-Sunset
- 7-The Code
- 8-Cabin
- 9-Jack
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She ran the back of her hand across her forehead for the hundredth time in an hour.
It was hot. So hot that she had seriously contemplated peeling off all of her clothes and drowning herself in the water she was currently standing in front of.
It had been exactly four days since they had rescued Jack from the Locker, and it had been exactly four days since Jack had actually spoken to her. All manners of expression upon his face had been directed at her, but she longed to hear him speak to her again.
She remembered the cool feeling of the iron when she had secured it around his wrist, she remembered the way his eyes had danced between resignation, anger, admiration, and hurt, never quite settling on one long enough for her to appropriately respond.
They had entered into a new dynamic, a new territory. Before, it had been all shameless banter and sarcasm, as exciting as it might have been. At least, that is what she had tried to tell herself, until the way her skin tingled and her heart seemed to set itself on fire every time he even looked in her direction could no longer be explained away with excuses. And when that realization had set in, the fire that dominated her body late at night grew into a mighty inferno, scorching her insides and melting her brain into mush when her fingers wandered under the waistband of her breeches. Every now and then she would wallow in guilt over betraying Will like that, but she was powerless against the hypnotizing aura that Jack Sparrow had.
Now, they were stuck in some kind of a strange impasse, united yet separated, where they had each had a taste of the other, yet were both unwilling to make the next move. And damn herself and every single traitorous part of her body, she had enjoyed that taste. The flavor of his mouth had been spicy and exotic, and as evidenced by her tracing her lips every time she thought of the way her body had fit perfectly with his, which was often, the man could bloody kiss.
She would freely admit that she had thought about what kissing him might be like more times than she had thought about almost anything else during that voyage to Isla Cruces. Daydreams of pulling him into his cabin and pushing him against the wall transfigured her face into something wild and amorous that even James noticed.
Of course, she had adamantly denied it when he had called her out, but that was just to keep up pretenses. She had been hopelessly madly in lust with the damned pirate captain, and there was nothing she could have done to relieve her predicament.
And the bloody miscreant had known it. He would smirk at her in just that way to let her know that he knew what kind of thoughts about him ran through her mind. Several times, he let her inside to see his thoughts, and she had come to the conclusion that he desperately wanted her as well, with the way his irises turned a shade darker when he trailed his eyes down her body when he didn't think she was looking, or when he would suddenly, without explanation, retreat to his cabin.
She might not know a lot about the sexual realm, but she knew enough to know exactly what was making him flee, and the amount of entertainment she had gotten from it had only fueled her own desires. Her deviant mind had pictured him doing that, and once that image had been insinuated into her brain, it only opened the door to a rabbit hole of scandalous images.
The Caribbean sea before her was taking on a sparkling orange hue as the sun sank beneath the edge of the water. It was beautiful, much like the electrifying tension she was feeling just by being on the same island as Jack. The anticipation of whether he would decide to just kill her or attempt to pick up where they left off was leaving her on a teetering edge.
When the latest wave of heat prickled at her skin, she concluded that she needed to be clean, and it needed to happen soon. The island that they had anchored off of was big enough to have some kind of water source besides the ocean on it, and she was going to find it.
"Elizabeth, we need-"
She hadn't even heard him come up behind her, but the impatience for fresh water was consuming her rapidly, and the looming threat of conflict made her turn immediately and cut Will off.
"I don't want to fight with you right now. I am drenched in sweat, and unless I find somewhere where I can take a bath, I will continue to be miserable," she snapped, looking down at herself in mild disgust.
Stalking past Will, catching his frustrated expression, she headed off of the beach and into the jungle, not caring if anyone was watching her, especially a certain pirate.
As soon as she breached the treeline, the atmosphere around her changed. It was a little cooler here, and the lack of noise made for a welcome relief from the chatter of the crew.
The distance she had to walk, however, started to wear on her after what must have been a mile of alternating between looking down at the ground to avoid tripping and straining her ears to pick up any sign of water.
Then, finally, as though she had just discovered the location of the Holy Grail, the distant noise of a waterfall gradually reached her ears, getting louder with every step she took. She had a hard time restraining herself from sprinting.
Eventually, she finally saw the moonlight reflecting off of a fairly large crystal clear pool of water. A rather large rock structure hung over the portion of the pool that she could see, and the water extended past it to the east, which meant that the waterfall was somewhere in that direction. After quickly checking to make sure that none of the other crew had somehow gotten the same idea as her, she stepped over to the side of the pool and cautiously began to take her clothes off one piece at a time.
As soon as she was blissfully nude, her clothes in a small pile next to her, she slowly stepped into the water, finding it to be the perfect temperature. She swam over to the rock face, and leaned back against it, relaxing languidly in the crystalline blue liquid. The water was just shallow enough here for her feet to lay flat on the sandy bottom. After a few moments, she allowed herself to slip under the water. She swam towards where the waterfall must be and surfaced.
A glorious second and a half of ignorance passed before she realized exactly what she had surfaced to. She might as well have been staring at a cannon that was fully prepared to shoot her in the face for the panic that turned her body into an immovable statue, frozen in the water. Panic that was very rapidly turning into arousal without her bloody consent, sending heat pooling between her legs.
She couldn't look away, nor did she really want to look away. She just prayed to whatever deity might be listening that he did not notice her there floundering in the water, because her limbs had become unresponsive.
Nothing had prepared her to be subjected to a completely soaked, and completely naked Jack Sparrow.
During her many fantasies, he had of course been featured without clothing, but fantasies and reality were worlds apart, and she had found him incredibly attractive fully decked out in his captain outfit, nevermind with nothing.
She was quite positive, without a shadow of a doubt really, that she could be sentenced to death at that very moment with a smile on her face, because she had resigned herself so completely to never seeing him like this after what she had done, that she felt like the universe was taking a little bit of pity on her.
The water that was falling from the stream above the pool was traveling down every ridge and every angle of his body, making him look as though he had been carved from a block of bronze marble. His frame was exactly as she had imagined it to be, hardened with lean muscle from years of being aboard a ship, and the moonlight coming off of the pool only added to the attractiveness that dripped off of him.
He was standing on a small rock platform that was protruding out of the pool, facing the area where she had come from, and his head was thrown back casually, exposing the long column of his neck. His full lips were parted, and his chest was rising and falling with steady breaths.
Abandoning his face, her gaze made its tortuous way down his body, taking note of the hard planes of his stomach, the tattoos that she couldn't quite make out, the smattering of scars, and…
She couldn't quite stop the blush that extended across her chest when her gaze made a sudden stop there. Suddenly she made a small gasping noise in her throat, and the panic returned swiftly when his eyes snapped open.
He had just started to turn his head to look at the spot where she had been when she plunged herself under the water, and immediately sank deep enough so that he might not see her swim back to the rock face that she had been leaning against earlier, which was thankfully, out of his line of sight.
The second she reached it, she surfaced, being incredibly careful to not make any noise. Water cascaded down her body from her hair as she leaned back against the hard surface, her heart hammering in her chest. She was frozen there now, terrified of trying to escape the pool altogether. Of course, due to all of the adrenaline rushing through her body, she had failed to remember exactly how clear the water was.
She heard him sink into the water before she saw him, and when she saw him, she only saw a flash of skin a few feet from her under the water before he came up, quite literally, right in front of her. He made the discovery that he could stand there in the water just like she had.
Swallowing thickly, she watched him stare at her as though he couldn't quite figure out whether she was a figment of his imagination or not. His dark eyes held an emotion that she couldn't identify, and she didn't dare to think about what kind of expression he saw on her face.
Then he glanced down, and immediately looked frustrated. It was nearly impossible, but she managed to hold back the snicker at the fact that he was frustrated at not being able to see all of her, which brought the reality back to her that she was standing in the water naked with an equally unclothed pirate.
"I felt dirty," was all she could come up with. She was more shocked that her voice actually remembered how to form words, regardless of how breathless she sounded. He was looking at her again, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Yes, feeling dirty does generally warrant trekking into the jungle in the dark to spy on a vulnerable pirate captain."
"I didn't know that you would be here."
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, and she realized that his question was entirely serious. She had her answer when the image of his backside paraded into her mind. She wasn't entirely sure she could handle much more of a visual assault.
"No," she said, a little bit too adamantly for her taste. "I...I didn't mean to look at you. You obviously came out here for privacy-"
He cut her off, his voice dropping to a delectable rumble.
"Oh come off it, you aren't anymore sorry about ogling me back there than you were about feeding me to the Kraken."
His voice was teasing, but she still felt a horrible pang of guilt. He clearly picked up on it.
"We can cross that bridge at a different time, love," he said, sighing.
She was more concerned about what was going to happen within the next few minutes. Nodding mutely, she handed over control of the situation to him.
"I don't actually mind, you know, that you were looking. Modesty is something that vanishes as soon as you spend more than four hours on a pirate ship. At least for men, anyways."
Blinking at him, she noticed the smirk that was once again turning the corner of his mouth up, and she bloody swore that he loved that she had examined his physique from head to toe unabashedly. Angling her face downwards, she checked to see how much the water blocked her from his view, and then he answered her query for her.
"Can't see anything unless I squint real hard, don't worry. Though I would hazard a guess that half of you wants me to drag you out of this water right now and plant you on the shore of this pool."
She was about to deny it, was about to inform him that she had wanted the exact opposite of what he said, but then she realized that lying to herself at this point was just a waste of time, so instead, she glanced to the side to stare at the rock face. The beach wasn't exactly the location that had been dominating her thoughts.
Her brain caught up with her a half a second later when it occurred to her that he would be able to tell precisely why she had looked at the rock, and the blush that had just started to recede came back full force.
A small gasp tumbled across her lips when her head snapped around to look at him again. There was no time for embarrassment, so she settled on standing her ground, which was difficult, because Jack's eyes had turned two shades darker, and he was looking at her like he had no other plans besides taking her up on her unspoken offer.
"Not the shore, then?"
His eyebrow was crooked suggestively.
"I didn't say anything."
"Didn't have to, love."
Her breath was shortening, coming out in puffs that she was entirely too aware of. The water swirled when he inched a little closer, and she attempted to scoot back when she discovered that she had nowhere to go.
"This isn't quite the same scenario, with the lack of a ship and me here and you there, but I think I can successfully manage to pick up where we left off, savvy?"
She should tell him no, she should inform him that she was still with Will, she should explain to him that she could not afford to lose her virginity to a pirate out in the middle of the jungle. There were a great many things that she should have done, but imagining what his body was doing beneath the water was absolutely not one of them.
"I...we can't, Jack," and she flushed with how unconvincing she sounded.
He tilted his head back, breaking eye contact with her.
"You are really going to do it, hm? Going to come out here and insinuate yourself into a pool of water with me, without a stitch of clothing, and then tell me that I can't have you?"
Even with the frustration in his voice and the pent up lust that was plainly written across his features, she knew without question that he would let her go right now if she wanted to, and he would pretend like this had never happened.
He might hate every second of it, but he would do it. The water sloshing around them drug her out of her mind as he turned away, and without thinking about it first, her hand struck out to catch his wrist.
She didn't release it.
"Maybe...maybe just once."
A fire was lit within her when he rotated around slowly back to her, a question in his eyes. She had control of the game now, just for a little bit, and she knew the rules of this game required her to become incredibly selfish if she wished to survive.
"No, love."
The disappointment ripped through her quicker than she would have imagined, further confirming to herself that she wanted Jack Sparrow to take her against the rock behind her.
"It won't be only once," he continued, a devilish light in his chocolate eyes. "You aren't the type to be satisfied after only one taste. I would wager that you will hunt me down next time on purpose and demand a repeat performance."
Relief flooded her, and she began unconsciously pulling on his wrist. He moved to stand right in front of her, but just far away to not have any part of his body touching her.
"What makes you so sure?"
"Do you doubt me? Really?"
No, she absolutely did not doubt him, but she couldn't let him win quite that easily.
"I don't have anything but a kiss to go off of," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Trust me, had we not been in the situation that we were in at the time, you would have had much more than a kiss to fuel your late night activities."
He was inching closer to her, and if she leaned forward just a little bit, she could catch his lips with hers. He, apparently, had other ideas.
"What exactly are you insinuating?" she demanded as he brushed his beautiful mouth across her neck just under her ear. She worried that her ability to speak would be taken away from her.
"There is no way you survived that entire voyage without touching yourself, Lizzie."
"And you didn't?" she shot back, barely managing to contain the gasp that bubbled up at the knowledge that he had thought about her doing that. He guided the hand that was still clutching his wrist to the rock underneath the water, and then pushed it against the hard surface so that the back of her hand was flat, threading his fingers through hers.
"I never said that. I was in my damn cabin trying to relieve myself more than I was on the bloody deck, all thanks to you. And don't even bother trying to convince me that you didn't picture that."
It was time to change the rules of the game just a little bit.
"Oh, I did. I pictured the way your hand would slowly travel up every glorious inch of you, stroking faster with every agonizing second, and I pictured the frustration in your face when you struggled with the fact that it wasn't me doing it."
It left her a bit winded to talk like that, so wantonly, but damn it if it didn't bring her satisfaction. He retracted himself from planting small kisses along her jawline to look at her in surprise, eyebrows shooting up beneath his bandana.
Then, the expression on his face transformed from teasing to hungry.
"Glorious? Interesting that you assume such things. Are you sure you didn't take a peek then too?"
"I just have a very good imagination."
He didn't say anything. Instead, he took her free hand and pulled it through the water.
There was a moment when she couldn't quite figure out what he was doing, and then she just about died when he placed her hand directly on his cock.
She certainly forgot to breathe, and wrapped her shaking fingers around him.
"There you go, love, go ahead and see if your imagination was correct or not," he growled, leaning forward to kiss the corner of her mouth, planting his hands next to her shoulders, obviously reveling in the fact that he had won this round.
It became immediately apparent that using the word glorious was an incredibly deliciously accurate way of describing what she currently held in her hand. He was as hard as steel, yet so velvety soft that she decided she wouldn't mind touching him like this for rest of her days.
Suddenly she realized that despite all of her fantasies and her very extensive imagination, she doubted herself very much with what she was supposed to do next. Jack chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and took pity on her.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he wrapped his right hand gently around hers, keeping the left flat against the stone next to her shoulder.
"It really doesn't matter what you do, as long as you don't attempt to injure me," he said with the perfect amount of huskiness, as he slid her hand up and down in lazy strokes from the base to the tip, her mind dimly coming up with an answer of eight inches to her running question.
She thought she might ask something, but then he slanted his mouth over hers, and all thought of speaking abandoned her for a few seconds. He tasted exactly the same as he had before, but now she could enjoy every second of it without...well, without.
Gently thrusting her face forward, she broke the kiss.
"But what do you want me to do?" she whispered.
His mouth stretched into a grin that sent pangs of heat to her core that were almost frightening in their intensity. He leaned forward again, his lips barely touching hers, and moved their hands a little faster, tightening her grip. Then when she was able to accurately replicate it on her own, he released her hand, and she suddenly found out how profoundly difficult it was to concentrate on what she was doing with his hand curving around her breast just so.
He let out a low hum of appreciation against her mouth from her ministrations, and his eyes slipped shut when she sped up her strokes. Closing the distance between them, he captured her lips in a kiss again, and fully molded his body against hers, pinning her against the rock.
She began to experiment, alternating between slow and fast strokes, rotating her hand from side to side, and paused at the top to stroke her thumb across the tip. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, and a muttered curse word that sounded so excellent coming from him.
"Fuck," he hissed, tearing his mouth away from hers to pant against her cheek. "Quick study you are, darling."
Her heart started to beat faster when she understood exactly how much power she had over him in that moment. His index finger and thumb caressed the hardening peak of her nipple, reminding her that he could turn this game around on her faster than a lightning strike if he wanted. A low sound emanated from his throat, and it took her a second to realize that it was a moan, and it took her one more second for her to be ridiculously satisfied that she had made him moan.
Then he placed his hand on hers again and stilled her movements. She angled her face to look at him, confused, and noticed that his eyes were nearly pitch black now.
"Can't have any more of that Lizzie, not if you want this to go further without a break."
His voice was lower than she had ever heard it, laced with the raw tinge of heady pleasure.
Further? Did she want it to go further? The increasing ache between her legs answered her question for her, and she dropped her hand from touching him, letting it hang at her side.
"I might kill you again if I leave this jungle without having had you inside of me," she said, jutting her chin out, and then her lips parted in satisfaction when she felt his cock twitch against her stomach.
"Eager, are we?" he teased, brushing his thumb across her cheek in a light caress, his face betraying how aroused he was. She shivered when his fingers started a path down her body, twirling circles on the taut skin of her neck, trailing across the curve of her breast, and then stopping to stroke the flat plane of her stomach.
Without realizing what she was doing, she rose her hips to press into him, and he stilled the movements of his hand completely.
"What do you want, Lizzie?"
She wondered if this man had been put on this planet for the sole purpose of turning her blood into lava with everything he did. Probably.
"I-I need," and then her voice failed her, so she gripped the hand that was splayed across her stomach, and pushed it lower. A lazy smile adorned Jack's face.
"Sorry love, but I only respond to verbal requests," he snarked, watching her struggle. She accepted his challenge, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I need you to touch me," she moved his hand lower, brushing it against the soft triangle of straw-colored curls, and lower still, "here."
"Ahh," he purred, heat flashing in his eyes.
She was quite good at pretending that she was prepared for what he was about to do to her, but the second his fingers touched her, she could barely breathe.
"Tell me what you like, Lizzie," she heard him say as if the damned man didn't already know exactly how to play her, and she jerked her head up and down in what she hoped resembled a nod. His right hand cupped her breast, gently kneading it, and he leaned in again to start planting more light kisses anywhere he could reach.
Her perception of reality narrowed when his fingers began sliding up and down her slit without actually penetrating. Then, his other hand abandoned her chest and found its way behind her.
"Scoot forward a bit."
She did as he asked, and he curled his fingers around her bottom and pushed up. The water made it easier to maneuver her legs around his waist, and when he lifted her, she was well and truly pinned between the rocky surface behind her and Jack's hard body, his hand still between her legs. Her hips rocked in rhythm with his movements, and then his clever fingers located the small pearl that was begging for attention.
Unable to stop the cry that spilled from her, she found that she didn't care, and tilted her head back, relaxing into his touch.
"There...oh…" and then he applied a little bit more pressure and swirled his thumb a little faster, causing her voice to fail her again, her gasps piercing the air instead.
"Let go, love. Fly for me," he whispered, sending a new level of heat raging through her. Just when she didn't think she could fall any further into the dizzying chasm, he dipped two fingers into her entrance, staying shallow enough as to avoid hurting her. The heady thought of a part of Jack being inside her was the final push she needed to tumble over the edge of sanity.
Her body surged against him, going as taut as a bowstring as her clit released a terrifying flood of pleasure. A cry left her lips every time her hips pulsated against his hand with the electrifying rapture that was surely going to kill her with its intensity, and he kept going, the terrible man, until she plummeted from the high that had stolen her very life force. Breathing returned to her slowly, her lungs pushing out air in heaving gasps for a good thirty seconds.
Finally, he withdrew, and when she opened her eyes, his were glittering with the smuggest satisfaction that she had ever seen on his face.
"Wow," she said quietly, allowing a small amount of wonder to seep into her voice, and then blushed furiously at her reaction as he rested his forehead against hers.
"You're beautiful, you know," and then he looked mildly surprised, as though he hadn't meant to say it. Intentional or not, it warmed her heart, a smile slowly overtaking her face. "That'll teach you to doubt me, by the way," he added in a prideful tone.
"I never did," she replied, angling her hips up again to feel his hardness trapped between them. His eyes widened a fraction when she began trailing her fingers across it again, but he didn't show any other reaction. Then he eased her legs down from around his waist, and she presented him with a flash of confusion.
He leaned in again to place a tender kiss on her lips. "As much as I would like to take you against this rock," he said, tapping the surface behind her with one long finger, "and don't worry, we will progress to that level eventually, I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me?"
Sighing, looking like he was fighting a maelstrom of desire to keep the pace slow for her sake, he placed his fingers at her entrance again and penetrated her just enough to lightly push at the piece of spongy tissue.
"Oh," was all she could say, as she had forgotten that little detail.
"Oh," he mocked, then his face brightened, and he lifted her up again, her legs coming to lock around his waist once more. "I suppose I could carry you over there, though."
She let her cheek rest against his as he walked them towards the shore, not caring who or what could possibly see them at that moment because for the time being, nothing else mattered.
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