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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 14
- 15
- 16
Cabin

Elizabeth glared at Jack as she heard Will rattling on the cabin door. Although she had been quite alarmed when he grabbed her wrist in an unshakeable hold and dragged her with him into his room, he had let go of her instantly the door was shut and locked behind them, marching across to sit at his map table and eyeing her speculatively.
Elizabeth turned her back on him and attempted to let Will into the cabin, but found herself unable to unlock the door; when she rounded on Jack he merely smirked at her smugly, and with pursed lips, she reluctantly called out through the unyielding timber. �It�s okay, Will. I�m fine; Jack and I have some issues to sort out. It�s best if we don�t involve the crew in this. We�ll be done soon - don�t worry about me.�
When she finally heard Will�s dragging footsteps retreating away from the door, she rounded on the Captain, who was now staring angrily at his boots, frustration screaming from every tense line of her body. �How could you, Jack?� She asked, her voice quivering and cracking with the excruciating pain of acknowledging that he thought her capable of such a deed, after everything which had passed between them before. �How could you believe I would do that?� She whispered, �to let Hector Barbossa feed you a lie -�
�He is Captain of a ship, darling,� Jack interjected snidely, �and therefore the only one qualified, given the lamentable lack of parsons on the open ocean��
This shook Elizabeth out of her melancholy; prior to these words, she had only thought Jack to have been tricked into his misconception by Barbossa�s manipulation, yet it appeared that not only had he believed she and Will were married, but worse - that Barbossa had performed the ceremony!
�I cannot believe you could ever, ever think that Will and I would allow Hector Barbossa to marry us!� Elizabeth was pacing the cabin as she seethed, too agitated to keep still. �After everything he�s done to us - to all of us - how could you even begin to think that we would ask him to do that? Why, Jack? What in the Seven Seas were you thinking?� She stopped suddenly, glaring at him from the opposite side of the room, and Jack realised that she was quite obviously expecting an answer. Of course, there was nothing he could say which would satisfy her, because they both knew that his mistake was indefensible, and short of laying his every confused emotion out there for her to trample over, something that Jack was understandably - and genetically - reluctant to do, whatever he said was only going to exacerbate the situation.
Jack chose to go with the surface truth; he recognised that this was an occasion which could not be redeemed or rectified by any of the multitude of bluffs in his extensive repertoire. It was weak and lame but it had the virtue of being the absolute and unvarnished truth, not merely one layer of a broader picture, as he was usually wont to feed people to suit his intentions of the moment. �Well, Barbossa kept calling you Mrs Turner, and never once did I hear you correct him, love,� he replied neutrally, for he knew she was not going to like his answer.
Elizabeth hadn�t thought she could be any more speechless than she had been on learning that Jack thought her married; in fact she hadn�t actually believed that there were differing degrees of speechlessness, until Jack confessed that particular misconception to her. Mouth hanging open, she stared incredulously at the supposedly cunning, wily pirate she had always admired - first as a fictional icon and then as a real person - for at least half of her lifetime.
�That - that�s it?� she spluttered. �Barbossa called me Mrs Turner? And based on this alone you assumed a whole fictional marriage for me?� She was practically screaming by the end of the sentence, and Jack winced but said nothing. He was fairly sure that to add a comment about William�s own not-so-subtle efforts at illustrating their projected future would only serve to incense her more. Of course, if he could have been sure that her wrath would be directed at Will rather than himself, he would have had absolutely no qualms in doing so; unfortunately Elizabeth�s temper was a little too volatile at the moment for Jack to take that risk.
She took a couple of calming breaths. �Barbossa has always called me Miss Turner,� she began in a dangerously soft tone of voice, elucidating every syllable of her words with minute precision, and laying particular emphasis on the Miss. �He calls me that because it is how I introduced myself to him on the Pearl that first night after their attack on Port Royal. My maid, Estrella - an excitable girl, I admit - was convinced the pirates had come to our house to kidnap me and hold me for ransom because of who my father is. I didn�t exactly agree with her; most especially after I met Ragetti and Pintel and realised that they wanted the medallion far more than myself. But when I was brought to the Black Pearl, I thought it simply prudent not to advertise who I really was.
�I told Barbossa my name was Elizabeth Turner, because they were interested in the pendant, and that did belong to a Turner. I could quite as easily have announced myself Elizabeth Sparrow - we had just met that day too, after all - if you remember. Can you imagine what Barbossa would have made of that!
�Didn�t you ever actually stop to wonder why Barbossa had decided that making me bleed would benefit him in any way, or were you so busy scheming to get this damned ship back that it just didn�t occur to you to question whether there was any sense to his actions at all?� Jack remained silent; it was a rhetorical point anyway. In the face of his silence, Elizabeth growled to herself. �He always calls me Miss Turner. I spent two months correcting him, but pardon me for thinking that continuing to do so wasn�t anywhere near as important as making sure that you were getting better!� She snapped nastily.
Elizabeth�s chest was heaving with the effort of reigning in her temper; under the shadow of her hat, her cheeks were flushed and her chest was heaving against the loose linen shirt she wore. She paused in front of Jack, stabbing a finger accusingly in his direction while she delivered this last pronouncement, to emphasize exactly how disenchanted she was with him, and Jack�s attention drifted dangerously away as he wondered just how far down her chest the rosy flush spread. He was hit with a sudden and entirely inappropriate wave of lust, as parts of him which he�d not had the occasion to test since his resurrection, proved unequivocally that death and purgatory apparently left no adverse effect on his libido. He fidgeted, attempting to make his erection less obvious. He doubted whether Elizabeth in her current mindset would appreciate the discovery that watching her deliver her perfectly legitimate grievances had managed to get him fully aroused.
�This is serious, Jack!� Elizabeth hissed, obviously picking up on his distraction. She resumed her agitated pacing; she was absolutely horrified at how her supposed apology was progressing - she finally had a moment alone with Jack, and she was wasting it by yelling at him, as if he was the one owing penance to her! Yet she couldn�t seem to control the angry words tumbling off her tongue; she was so wound up from his recent avoidance of her that his belief in - his apparent acceptance of her �marriage� to Will - had pushed her over the edge. The thought that it didn�t matter to Jack - that he apparently didn�t care if she had got married, hurt her so deeply and profoundly that her reaction had been to lash out at the cause of her pain, even though most of her was appalled at her behaviour.
�You�ve sailed the better part of two months under him - could have brought about a change in opinion,� Jack ventured in an attempt to divert her attention from his predicament; it was undoubtedly an inflammatory thing to say but, he thought, the lesser of two evils on offer.
�And you know that was at Tia Dalma�s behest,� Elizabeth retorted hotly, not giving any quarter. �You will need a Captain who knows dose waters,� she mimicked in a credible imitation of the witch. �We were tired, dirty, sad and hungry. We had just lost you, Jack! Three days in the longboat to reach her, and she produces a resurrected pirate Captain, a boat, and tells us we�re leaving on the morning tide! Do you think that any of us were expecting that? Were ready for it?
�Yes, it�s true that Barbossa rose this ship from the bottom of the ocean, but one good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness! Have you forgotten every miserable thing he did to you, Jack? He convinced your crew to mutiny against you, then he marooned you and stole your ship! He just left you there to die on that island!� Elizabeth cried passionately, her voice thickening with tears as she contemplated the very real possibility that she might never have met Jack if Barbossa had succeeded in his treachery. �He tricked you and lied to you and took advantage of your trust in him - and God only knows what atrocities he performed in between then, and when Will and I met him.�
Elizabeth paused for a shaky breath, and Jack had just decided it was safe to speak when she launched into a further catalogue of Barbossa�s sins. �He attacked Port Royal and sent his crew loot the town! Innocent men were murdered and the women raped! He kidnapped me, fully intending to sacrifice me to save his own miserable hide. Then after that went wrong, he locked you up in your own brig, and sank the Interceptor to get his medallion back. He was going to give me to his crew to use for their pleasure!� She was beginning to sound hysterical now. �He made us walk the plank, and abandoned us both on that island again, while he sailed away on your ship intent on killing Will!�
She stopped with a gasp, and faced Jack head on, hands planted on her hips. �And this is the man you believe we would ask to join us in marriage? How could you ever think we would do such a thing? He�s tried to kill us both; he threw Will�s father overboard with a cannon strapped to his feet!� She yelled, unable to prevent a couple of tears from escaping down her face. �How could you? How could you believe that?� She whispered, exhausted by her tirade - more to herself than Jack.
She didn�t really even know why she was so upset by the misunderstanding; it had been easily set straight, and Jack was still recovering from whatever unimaginable horrors he�d had to face during his incapacity. There was every excuse for his reactions being dulled, but how could she justify her vitriolic attack on him when he had come to her in all good faith to clear the air between them?
She should have been pleading for his tolerance and understanding, and yet here she was behaving like a harpy all because of a situation, deliberately cultivated by a malicious villain, which had now been satisfactorily set straight. And Elizabeth admitted that it was not the misunderstanding that hurt so much as the knowledge that, in spite of everything that had passed between them, Jack seemingly continued to expect Will and she to wed, and was apparently unaffected by the thought.
And there was the root of her turmoil. How could you believe I would ever be able to marry Will now? She thought wretchedly, finally drained from her outburst. How could you even think that? She turned away from Jack, intending to disappear below decks for a long, long while to nurse her aching heart, but his voice stopped her, low and laden with innuendo, and she realised with mounting horror that she had apparently voiced her last mournful thoughts out loud.
�Do I detect a hint of dissatisfaction, darling?� Jack asked, and she wasn�t imagining it - he was definitely closer, having risen silently from his seat and now prowling towards her on cat-soft feet. �The bloom fading from the matrimonial rose? Why, I wonder should the happily affianced Miss Swann appear so overset at the notion that Captain Jack justifiably anticipated an engagement had come to its natural conclusion? Might it be that new expectations have arisen, ensued and must needs be overcome?�
�Jack,� Elizabeth breathed; having arrived at the cabin door she addressed her words to the solid timber in front of her, suddenly far too nervous to turn and face him. He was too close, she knew it; she could feel him in the racing of her blood through her veins. It was the same dizzy feeling which had taken hold of her on the deck of this very ship moments before she shackled him to the mast.
�I�m not sorry I saved the crew,� she told the door. �They weren�t part of your deal with Jones, but I shouldn�t have done what I did to you. You were free and you came back to help us; you would have done the right thing, I know you would, and I�m sorry I didn�t let you show us that yourself. Please tell me that you think there will be a time - not right now, I understand that, but in the future sometime - that you will be able to forgive me?� And she was quite proud that her voice hardly shook at all; the unrehearsed words conveyed more sincerity than any speech she could have prepared in advance.
But Jack was quiet and panic rose rapidly in her breast. She grabbed at the handle and rattled it vigorously, having forgotten that she had been unable to open the door earlier to allow Will entry. �Jack - I must�I have to�� she stammered, desperate to be away from the heat of his body before she disgraced herself further. �How do you get this door open�.I have to go -�
�Pirate trick, darling,� Jack breathed into her ear, as he reached around her left side, one foot pointing out to flick up a bolt driven into the floor with the toe of his boot. The motion connected his body to hers from shoulder to ankle, and heat flared at every contact. �No one ever thinks to look down when they are trying to escape,� he whispered, and shivers wracked her body. �What are you trying to escape from, Lizzie love?� He continued, his mouth getting closer and closer to her neck. Elizabeth hung onto the door handle for support lest her legs collapse under her. �What you did, or what you�re afraid you�re going to do?�
Elizabeth whimpered. Speech had all but failed her, �Not going to do �anything,� she moaned and sagged against the door, unable to support herself any longer. �Go find - Will�� she attempted, less than eloquently.
�Ah, yes; dear William,� Jack agreed thoughtfully, withdrawing from her fractionally but not enough for her to restore any of her senses. �Is your fiancé aware of your reluctance to take the next step, or is that privileged information for old Jack? Because it would seem only fair to share that news with him, especially after he�s been to such trouble to impart his version of your rosy future to me in great detail and at great length, since I woke up.�
It took a moment for her brain to catch up with her ears, but it was these words which finally prompted Elizabeth to relinquish her safe study of the sturdy door, and turn to face Jack. �Will�s been saying�what?� She asked foolishly, for her wavering focus had been immediately distracted by Jack�s proximity, and she was once again caught up in the miracle that was his mere existence after all that had gone before.
�An unwitting accomplice to Barbossa, I�m sure - but enough to make the tale plausible,� Jack explained, his gaze similarly roving over her face, as if committing her features to his memory. �Can�t find fault there, either. Man�s got to fight with whatever means he has to hand; seems he finally took to heart some of Jack�s lessons - saw the opportunity and seized it. Do you think he was afraid of this?� He questioned, his voice dropping to that sultry pitch which immediately sent a flood of need surging through Elizabeth.
�This?� She repeated somewhat distractedly, for she had barely been listening, preoccupied instead by watching the movement of his mouth as he spoke.
�Aye, this!� Jack growled and suddenly even the minimal space he had put between them vanished, and Elizabeth was pinned against the cabin door by the weight of his hard body. �He saw what you did, didn�t he? But not enough to be sure, to demand answers.� There was barely a breath of space separating them as he whispered his damning deductions; she could feel the movement of his lips as he spoke, his mouth a whisper of sensation against her own. �He wanted to blame me, didn�t he? But he saw enough to make him doubt, and so he couldn�t. And now, all he can think about is whether you will do it again - whether you want to do it again!� He paused, his mouth barely touching hers, the soft hair of his moustache and beard branding her skin, as his voice seduced away her reason. �And you do, don�t you, Lizzie? You want it - want to know what it feels like, with no chains, no Kraken�..just your mouth and mine - my tongue inside, tasting you� �
Elizabeth let out a strangled gurgle; Jack�s voice was a seduction by itself, he could have been reading the cargo manifest and her legs would have dissolved, but listening to him whisper such sinful suggestions in her ear made her blood boil within her veins. He was a sorcerer, and he had bewitched her. �Jack,� she breathed his name and it sounded like a prayer. �Yes - � until he closed that last fraction of distance between them and his mouth was on her giving life to his words, forcing her head back against the door, as the passion between them flared incandescently.
Elizabeth was left in no doubt who was in charge of this encounter - unlike previously when Jack�s hands had hung loosely by his sides, whilst she took advantage of his shock and surprise - this time Jack was employing every single nuance of the undeniable expertise he had acquired during his greater years. Elizabeth didn�t stand a chance, although she had no desire for resistance, and willingly sank her fingers into the surprisingly soft and silky mess of his tortured hair, while he snaked an arm round her waist to the curve of her spine, aligning her hips with the thrust of his, and with his other hand at the nape of her neck, tilted her head perfectly to receive his mouth.

He traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue, but there was no thought of denying him in her mind; her conscience had rolled over and surrendered to the inevitable. She opened up and welcomed him inside, allowing him to show her what he wanted, following his lead eagerly because this was everything that kissing Will should have, but never had been.
Certainly she had spent a great deal of time between then and now wondering if Jack would ever want to touch her again after the treachery her last kiss had concealed, but nothing she had envisaged could have prepared her for the reality of Jack�s kisses, of how he tasted to her now - alive and responding, and of the complete and utter certainty that her lips had been created for the single purpose of kissing his.
His mouth was flavored with the rum he�d been drinking to numb the shock of her marriage, dark and rich and intoxicating, but there was also the salt of the sea air clinging to his moustache and a hint of tar from the ropes on his fingers as they moved restlessly from the nape of her neck to stroke the soft, flushed skin of her cheek, their gentle caress belying the frantic thrust of his tongue into her mouth.
She was unable to stifle the needy whimpers which bubbled up in her throat as his tongue played with hers, tracing along her teeth and mapping out the unexplored contours of her mouth as he sucked on her own tongue, nipping it gently, and teasing her into a game of advance and retreat with his. She clung to him as if he might be ripped away from her again at any moment, one arm clinging around his neck, her other hand clutching a fistful of his hair as though he was the only safe harbor in a violent storm, and that was how it felt to her; as if a veil had suddenly been lifted from before her eyes - that all the restlessness and alienation which had accompanied her for most of her life had simply vanished, and she had finally found where she was always meant to be.
Breathless and shaking himself, Jack lifted his mouth and they both gasped out simultaneous moans of protest, but he immediately began trailing lingering kisses along her throat, nudging inside the open collar of her shirt to suck gently on the point where her neck and right shoulder met. Deprived of his tongue, Elizabeth followed his example, nibbling along his neck until she reached his ear. It occurred to her that she had never seen his ears; the tumble of his braids and dreadlocks always concealing what was underneath. Her questing tongue found an earring, and she tugged gently on it with her teeth; then when this action produced a deep moan of approval, she curled her tongue into a point and slipped it through the hoop, licking sensuously on his earlobe, and causing a surge of chills to race across his chest and arms.
Jack�s reaction was instantaneous and gratifying. He thrust himself harder against her, his left leg pushed its way in between hers, and lifted until he had her straddling his thigh, and her body gave in to the primordial urge to rub her aching centre against the promise of relief. She was far too caught up in her own responses to be aware of how this was also affecting Jack; his breathing was as ragged as hers, and despite his best efforts he was unable to prevent the instinctive thrust of his aching erection against her stomach.
When he dragged her inside the cabin his only thought had been to introduce her to the idea that they had both been manipulated by Will and Barbossa, and leave her with a hint of what a physical encounter between them could feel like. Slow and steady wins the race, he told himself. The raging inferno which had leapt to life at the first touch of their mouths had taken him by surprise - not that it should feel so good, for if he was honest with himself he had known from the moment he fished her out of Port Royal harbor that it would - but rather that he could have lost control of the situation so quickly and completely that he was in serious danger of taking her up against the cabin door, with his whole crew and her fiancé right outside. And the miracle of it was that he knew she wouldn�t stop him.
He tried to regain control of the situation, but as soon as he heard her breathy little moans in his ear while she nibbled on the gold hoop there, his momentary resolve abandoned him, and he swept back up from her neck and took her mouth again, less gently than before now that she had proved herself eager and more than willing to match his passion.
His fingers slid inside her shirt, and she whimpered out loud as they rose up and skimmed over her tightly strapped breasts. She had thought the yards of linen she used to restrain her more obvious assets sufficient to cover up all evidence of her femininity, but the slightest scrape of Jack�s thumb over the bound and flattened tips of her nipples was enough to rip a moan from her throat as they hardened into needy points fighting against their captivity, begging for Jack�s touch directly, and it seemed odd that a place so distant on her body could cause the burning between her legs to intensify and grow, but apparently there was a nerve which connected directly from her swelling breasts to her equally swollen labia.
Luckily, Jack seemed to know exactly what was happening to her, and lifted her against he cabin door so that she was balanced entirely by her weight pressing down on his thigh, whilst his fingers were pulling at the bindings, trying to move them out of his way. �Want to touch them,� he whispered against her lips, breaking the kiss long enough to gasp the words out. �Need to touch you all over - you going to let me put my hands on you, Lizzie-love? Put my mouth on you? Kiss you everywhere?�
It had never occurred to Elizabeth that a man would want to talk in the middle of a sexual encounter; certainly Will had never uttered a single word when he embraced her and pressed his ardent but mostly close-mouthed kisses to her lips and face. But Jack�s increasingly explicit suggestions, whispered heatedly into the curve of her ear were overwhelming any lingering remnants of her self control, as she writhed against him trying to get the closest possible contact with his body, sobbing his name between exhortations to God and any Saints she could remember.
Elizabeth�s hand slipped inside his shirt, her caress hesitant and cautious and so unlike the women he was used to dealing with; when her fingertips skimmed across the tattoo over his heart on her way to find his own nipples, he could have sworn that he could hear bells ringing and whole galaxies exploding inside his mind; he was so swept away in their embrace that it took eternities for him to realise that the clarion call in his head did not stem from the symphony of their union, but was actually the alarm bell ringing outside on deck.
As soon as that realisation penetrated, other sounds from beyond the cabin coalesced in his conscious; running feet, shouting voices - all the signs of a major panic. He withdrew from Elizabeth�s mouth, panting heavily and she tried to follow his lips whimpering needily. He let his forehead rest against the door above her right shoulder, as the outside world began to return to her belatedly; she was still rocking gently on his thigh, and it caused her an actual physical pain to stop the motion.
�Jack?� She moaned, and the breathy, aroused whisper of his name went straight to his groin.
�Bugger,� he groaned as he tried to control his harsh breathing. �Bloody buggering Hell. Can�t walk like this.�� Elizabeth was still too dazed to process what was happening as she sagged back limply against the door, but she felt his hand move and slip between their still heated bodies. She could feel the scrape of his rings against her belly and his hand moved a few times, until he suddenly jerked erratically grunting harshly into her shoulder and all of his weight collapsed briefly against her for a long moment before he swore harshly again and pushed himself upright.
He caught her chin in one hand and tilted her head so that he could look into her eyes. �Stay here,� he admonished curtly. �Do not come out on deck until I send someone to say it�s fine. I need to see what�s going on -� He turned away, grabbing a rag from the map table and fiddled with his sash and swords belts out of her sight.
Sure enough, within moments of his withdrawal there was a heavy hammering on the cabin door, and Gibbs� voice echoed from outside. �Cap�n - better get up here as soon as ye can. We got ourselves some company!� His words were accompanied by scuffling and the rumbling sound of cannon being rolled into firing position.
Jack dropped the crumpled cloth and strode back to the door, pausing only to favour her with a heated glance. He had his fingers on the handle before he changed his mind and spun back to a still confused Elizabeth, catching her face in his tar-stained hands and planting one last devastating kiss on her lips, his eyes open the whole time, holding her gaze forcefully so that she couldn�t hide the emotions roiling beneath the surface.
He took one of her clenched fists and uncurled her fingers slowly, his voice dropping low and meaningfully as he stared into her dilated eyes, and guided her hand between her clenched thighs pressing her palm hard against that part of her which still ached the most. �Touch yourself here, Lizzie,� he instructed hoarsely, feeling his own arousal boil up again at the sinfully erotic thought. �Touch yourself and remember what we were doing. It will help with�.� he trailed off and demonstrated briefly what he meant by softly rubbing their joined hands over the swollen, heated flesh concealed beneath her men�s breeches, until they both moaned, and Jack had to pull himself away violently, flinging himself through the door before he forgot he was Captain of this ship.
He found Gibbs hopping agitatedly from one foot to the other outside the cabin, and shut the door firmly, concealing Elizabeth inside the room, although it did not actually seem as if Gibbs remembered that they had left the deck together, so overwrought was he by whatever had occurred.
Jack strode up to the quarter deck with Gibbs bouncing along behind him, where the sight which met his eyes coldly and effectively banished all lingering effects of his interlude with Elizabeth in the cabin; for floating in between the Black Pearl and the Dragonfly was a vessel he had hoped never to see again. The Flying Dutchman was taking no action against either ship, merely keeping apace with their progress and separating them with it�s bulk.
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Well! At last! Almost.

Thanks so much to everyone who has continued to comment and review on this little piece. I dedicate this first almost coming-together of our beloved couple to you; alba, femmevixen, howlongmustiwait, sassy sparrow, heartjd, moe sparrow, phone and everyone else, anonymous or otherwise. Let me know how you like this offering�� and what will no doubt follow�.
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