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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-Take
- 2-ch2
- 3-ch3
- 4-ch4
- 5-ch5
- 6-epilogue
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The next time they met Elizabeth jumped on him so
enthusiastically that he was half-undressed before he even managed to
disentangle his tongue enough for speech.�
�So did you miss me, then?�
She kissed him again and finished with the buttons of his
shirt, then dropped down to start on his pants.�
�Captain, you have no idea how hard
it is-�� (�Oh, I
think I do,�),� �Going to bed every night
� Will and I are married now, did you know that? � going every night and
knowing there�s more��
She worked his pants down his legs.� When he stepped out of them he put a hand on
her head and leaned to steady himself.�
It sent a shiver through her.
�Are ye of a mind to be gutted
again tonight, missie?� he asked when she
stood.� He already had possessive hands
on her waist and for a moment she wanted nothing more than to just melt into
him and do whatever he told her�
But she had a year�s worth of fantasies to fulfill this
evening, and the memories might have to last her another year besides.� She
would not rush.� �Wait,� she breathed,
stepping back.� �Sit down � lie
down.� Let�s take our time.�
He cocked his head and squinted at her, trying to decide if
she was joking or not.� �You lie down,� he said when he couldn�t
tell, �And quit bein silly.�
She stepped back again, with her hands on her hips.� �No.�
We do it my way or we don�t do it at all.�
With a slow, quiet laugh he came up to her and pulled her
flush against him.� �Is that so?�
�Yes,� she said with certainty, �And I�ll never come back
again if you force me.�� She avoided the
thought that she might be deliberately provoking him to do just that.
He looked her over, clearly considering it, then turned away.�
�Very well, I�ll yield this one.�
But miss�� He sat down on the
bed and somehow it didn�t make him any less intimidating.� �You�d best not show me s�much
as a particle of defiance for the
whole rest of the evenin.�
She stepped out of her dress and pranced over to him in her
shift.� �Well, I suppose it depends what
you consider defiance, doesn�t it?� Lie
back.�
He lay down, curious to see what the innocent little Miss
Elizabeth had in mind.� She crawled up
and straddled his hips, but when he tried to reach for her laces to undress her the rest of the way, she grabbed his hands.� �No � not til I
say.�
�So that be the name of the game?��
Smiling, he made no effort to pull free.
�Yes � that be the name of the game.�� In her dreams she had him spread out and
immobile, and while she knew she had no way of holding him like that in real
life, she wanted at least to get to see how it would look.
So she stretched his arms apart and over his head, towards
the bedposts, and closed his hands firmly around the iron bars of the
headboard.� When she let go he surprised
her by gripping on his own, hard enough that she could see the muscles tensing
in his forearms.� �Perfect.�� To reward him for his cooperation she opened
her laces and shimmied out til she was naked to the
waist.� When she bent down to kiss him,
he raised up as far as he could to meet her without
breaking his grip.� She ran his hands all
over his chest and arms, loving the strain there.
��Lizabeth,� he breathed into her mouth, bumping
his hips up a little.
She could feel his organ against her, hard and hot even
through the fabric of her skirt.�
Suddenly it became imperative for her to feel him without the skirt, so she scooted back, removed her shift entirely,
and situated herself so that she was just straddling one of his thighs.� She rocked forwards and back, the trick he
had taught her last time, breathing heavy with not just the feeling but also
the fact that he was watching her do it.�
She had one hand on his waist, wrist just barely brushing his needy
parts, and used the other to draw gentle tickling scratches down his chest.
�Elizabeth,� he
complained.� His shoulders bunched up as
he squirmed, a fine sweat breaking out over his forehead, but he didn�t let go
of the bars.� It occurred to her that she
would be able to torment him pretty intensely if she wanted to � his pride
would keep him still a lot longer than anything she could have devised on her
own.
Little Elizabeth finally got up the nerve to actually put
her hand on him, and he thrust up
against it over and over even though he knew it would be torturously
inadequate.� He writhed til his arms ached and the headboard creaked with the
pressure.
At last Elizabeth
left off teasing in order to concentrate on rubbing herself against him, and
the sight of her satisfying herself while he suffered was just too much to sit
through quietly.� �Elizabeth�
I promise I�ll make it worth your while��
She crawled up to sit on his hips again and leaned over
him.� �Did I tell you you
could talk?�� She put her palm to his
cheek and tapped, a question.� His eyes drifted half closed and he gave her
a little nod, so she slapped him hard enough to make a noise.
�Mmm.�� He liked watching her face; the whole thing
clearly amazed her and he was just itching to get on top of her and amaze her
further�� She pressed down onto him but
fortunately, their position now meant that neither
of them could really get what they needed.�
Soon she gave it up.
�All right,� she whispered, kissing his cheek where she had
slapped him.� She hadn�t even left a red
mark, and almost wished he would annoy her so she could try again.� She reached out and stroked his wrists til he let go of the headboard�
� and then gasped as he grabbed her
hands instead and bucked her off suddenly, flipping her over and jumping on
top.�
�Awful, awful, teasin little
thing,� he growled as he shoved inside her.�
He gave her just a second to adjust before really getting to it.� �Naught in the cards�but this�miss,� he said
between breaths, �So I hope�ye don�t expect�nothin�gentle��
She was squeaking helplessly as he plowed her and punished
her, expecting to die at any minute because it surely didn�t get any better
than this�� But then it did: he stretched
her arms out the way she had
stretched his, forced her hands to the mattress and held them there.� When she found she actually couldn�t free
herself, she looked up at him and breathed oh
in delighted terror, and he groaned, �Too much�Lizabeth,
no-�
He lowered his head and pounded into her fast and hard and
desperate.� In that moment he was almost
as helpless as she was, grunting as though in pain, squeezing her wrists so
hard the bones creaked, well past the point of control.� The sight of him in that state � more, the
realization that she had put him
there � was too much for Elizabeth
as well.� Her body seized up, she saw
stars, and when she could breathe again she realized she had entirely missed
the joy of feeling him finish.
Still, she felt too good to regret anything just yet.
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TBC.�
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