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Ship in a Bottle	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 4205 -:- 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.

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Chapter 22: The Fire That Burns

It only took a moment for the disbelief to fade before desire rocketed through him, and he reached up to pull her against him, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head, and he parted her lips with his tongue to sweep inside, tasting every inch of her mouth that he could reach. She tasted of the rum they'd been drinking, and something else uniquely hers... warm... exotic.

He ground his open mouth against her, and then wrapped his arms tight around her and rolled over so that her back was in the sand. He continued to kiss her, rhythmically, moving his tongue first one way, then the other... he heard her moan, and before he knew it he was on his back again, and she was running her small, pointed tongue along the line of his jaw, leaving a trail of wet heat that made it hard for him to breathe.

“Figures you'd want to be on top,” he muttered, his words finishing in a groan as she found his earlobe with her teeth. She bit; his hips rose off the sand and he cried out. Just who was seducing who? he began to wonder. But he reached between their bodies and slid a hand inside her shirt, finding her breast, feeling her arch into his hand as he rubbed the pebbled nipple between two fingers. Oh, he would have her. He had to.

He lowered his hand to her belt buckle and swiftly undid it, hearing the clink as he separated the ends, and lifted it around her body and off, tossing it into the sand. It occurred to him that he'd just relieved her of her weapons.

It seemed to occur to her, too, and she sat up straight on top of him, looking down with a hint of hesitation in her face. But he wasted no time in pushing the few buttons that held her shirt closed through their holes, and reaching in to slide his hands around her bare torso. He moved his hands up, then down, then up again, over her smooth, glossy skin, watching her face change with each motion. Finally he raised both palms to cover her breasts, and she collapsed back on top of him as he pinched her nipples, once, lightly, and she sucked a patch of skin at his neck against her teeth. Her lips against his skin felt so good... he wanted her lips everywhere on him, pulling his skin against her teeth, just like that. His hands came out from between them to slide down her back and cup her bottom, which was taut and sweet just like his Elizabeth's, but that was the last thought he gave to his wife before he squeezed Lady E's cheeks in his hands and pressed her down against him. He was extremely, painfully hard. Possibly harder than he'd ever been. Not that he was stopping to do a comparison.

She sat up again, then, and looked down at him through lowered eyelids. The flames of the fire leapt behind her, and he wondered again how much power he had in this encounter. Perhaps, only as much as he took.

“Stand up,” he said to her, wondering if she would obey. She did, slowly, with a question in her eyes. She rose with one booted leg on either side of his chest, and he lifted her ankle and began to tug off her boot. She pointed her toe and swayed a little on her other foot, but he soon had pulled it off and tossed it aside. Then, the same for the other foot. He felt her eyes on his face as she planted her feet back in the sand.

“Your breeches, next,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument, and he was immensely gratified to see her fingers fall to the fastenings and in a moment she had stepped out of them. He drew in his breath as he looked over her. Her shirt was parted to reveal her creamy breasts and stomach... then he took in her naked lower body, from her ankles, to her thighs... to that.

He lifted his hands to the back of her knees as she continued to watch him look at her, and he didn't even consider what he should do next, but simply knew instinctively what he wanted. He pulled the backs of her knees toward him, firmly, and she fell with one knee in the sand on either side of his shoulders. Her hands came down to break her fall above his head. Then he slid down on his back - grateful that he was still wearing his shirt and jacket, as his wounds burned at the friction - and lifted his head to taste her.

He permitted himself a single, slow lick right up the center of her, before he eased his head away and looked up at her, sitting above him. Her eyes were glazed with desire and she looked mysteriously beautiful half-dressed in man's clothing, the black of the night sky behind her.

“Tell me your name,” he murmured.

She smiled down at him. “Pleasure me, first.”

“Tell me your name, first.”

“No.”

“I could guess what the E stands for, but that could occupy my mouth for some time. Wouldn't it be easier just to tell me?” And he bent to move his tongue over her, again, and was pleased to feel the muscles in her thighs tighten. When he looked up she was biting her lip.

“Come on, just tell me. One little word.” Then he kissed her again, using the flat center of his tongue to make slow, lazy circles against her sensitive flesh, and she moaned, beginning to grind her hips against his mouth. Oh, he had her, now. She was sealed to him and hungry for more. He pretended to give up on his request, and kissed her more ardently, eliciting more moans and soft cries from her throat. He continued for a good while, but held back, teasing her, bringing her to the brink and then stopping, several times.

He felt her palm smack his forehead, hard. “Stop doing that,” she said in a throaty voice. “Quit teasing and finish me.”

He allowed his head to fall back in the sand, and he looked up at her with a knowing smile. “I'll finish you when I know your name.” Her eyes grew bigger with surprise and she tried to shift herself on top of his lips again, but he turned his head. “No, no. I want a name.”

She gave a great sigh of frustration, and sat back on her knees, glaring at him with an extraordinary degree of annoyance. “You're going to pay for this, Turner,” she nearly growled.

“Oh, I'm sure I am, judging by this morning's lashes. The name?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips to her, lightly, turning his head back and forth, brushing her with his goatee, knowing he was teasing her beyond the limits of her control. She whimpered plaintively, but he did not change what he was doing.

Finally he heard a small sigh, and then the sting of the whip was back in her voice. “Elizabeth. And you'd better not stop to talk again, if you want to live, boy.”

He wasn't surprised. He'd fairly guessed that was it, after all, why wouldn't it be? But he was immensely gratified that she'd told him, that he'd made her tell him. And, using his lips and tongue, he rewarded her most appropriately.

It only took a moment for her to recover from the interruption and return to the heights that had made her frantic less than a minute before. He heard clearly when she began to cry out - quite loud, but then what had he expected, from her? - and she fell forward on her hands again as she crushed herself against his mouth, repeatedly, sobbing wordlessly as she rocked against him. He didn't stop until he felt her thighs slacken, and she sat back against his chest while he pressed a quick kiss to her stomach. She drew her knee up and over him and stretched out, languorously, on the sand beside him, taking deep, steadying breaths.

He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at her. He recalled that he still had to distract her for at least an hour, maybe more. And he couldn't afford to leave any breathing room where she might begin to suspect something. “My turn,” was all he said.

She barked out a laugh. “Your turn for what? What makes you think you get anything?”

“Oh, is that so?” He rolled over and gathered her to him, pressing her body against the length of him. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she only struggled for a moment before kissing him back with abandon, and he raised his chest to move on top of her, pulling her toward him and away from the fire, which had gotten perilously close.

But when she felt him pushing against her through his trousers, she ripped her mouth away and grabbed at his face with both hands. “No,” she said from between clenched teeth.

“No? Why not?” He breathed down into her face. He took a hand and turned her face to look at him. “What's wrong? Don't tell me you've had enough pleasure. I believe it's something you can't have too much of.” She wriggled out from under him and he leaned back into his side.

She looked up at him suspiciously. “It doesn't seem like you're about to pleasure me again. It seems like you're about to pleasure yourself. And I don't permit that.”

“Don't permit...” He looked at her in confusion. “First of all, you've got an equal share in the pleasure, same as me. And what do you mean, you don't permit it? Permit what?”

“Equal? That's a lie men use to get women to submit to them. I know how to receive pleasure. And that's not it.”

“Ah,” Will said, trailing a hand down the center of her body. So the rumors were true... she was a virgin, even though she was a bold, immodest, bossy one who knew how to take what she wanted from men...what she thought she wanted... but a virgin, nonetheless. He would change that. Very soon, in fact. He only hoped he could last long enough to teach her to enjoy it, because the feel of her against him was driving him insane...

“Besides, that only leads to pain.”

“The first time? Perhaps a little.” And he felt for her with his fingers, still looking at her eyes, which regarded him ominously. “But pain's right up your alley, isn't it, Lady E?”

She felt his fingers on her, he knew. Her eyes flared. “When I'm the one giving it.”

“Well, now it's time to see the other side.”

“I'll cut your throat. You wouldn't dare.”

“Wouldn't I?” And he had rolled back on top of her before he had finished speaking, and his trousers were undone, and he was poised at her entrance. “You can't fool me. You like pain. You want a little pain mixed with your pleasure, because that's just how you're made.” As soon as the words left his lips, and he saw tacit acknowledgment in her eyes, he wondered suddenly if it were true of his Elizabeth, too, as frightening as the thought was. How she enjoyed a battle... he thought of how he'd gone out of his way to defer to her, to please her, and wondered now if that weren't the opposite of what his wife really wanted. But it only gave him a moment's pause, because he was so close, so painfully close, to claiming Lady E. “I promise you, after it hurts a little, you are going to get to know pleasure again. A different pleasure.”

“Different?” She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Different, how?”

“Can't explain, not being a woman. But don't you think you ought to find out for yourself?” And he rotated his hips against her, feeling how moist she was, and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning aloud. He needed her... had needed her since the moment he'd seen her, she couldn't, wouldn't deny him now...

She surprised him by raising her hips suddenly, driving him fully into her. He groaned. She screamed.

“You bastard, you said it would only hurt a little,” she ground out, taking his head between her hands. “A liar, like all men.”

“I didn't lie, it should have only hurt a little. And you called me a weakling for complaining about my five lashes?” He pulled back slightly, sweat popping out on his brow. He hadn't minded hurting her a little, true, in retaliation for the lashes, but he had no idea it would be so bad... Elizabeth hadn't screamed like that the first time he'd taken her. Which got him to thinking again... but then she moved against him, and all thinking stopped.

She was the hottest, tightest thing he had ever felt. He felt himself shaking, and tried to control his breathing, his thinking, but she rocked her hips against him again, and he nearly spilled at that moment. “Hurts less, does it?” he gasped into her ear.

Then he felt himself rolled onto his back, and she was astride him. His hands fell on her hips to guide her motions. Her lips were parted as she explored the new sensation of having a man inside her, and he smiled in satisfaction.

“Does this mean you're not going to kill me?” he said on a gasp, lifting his hips up to meet her.

“Not yet,” she said with a smirk, and continued to ride him while squeezing her thighs together... it was more than he could take. He came with a hot rush, gripping her waist with his hands as he arched his hips up against her, trembling as his body lifted off the sand for a long, depleting moment.

His head fell back into the sand. His mouth parted to draw in breath, raggedly. He looked up to find she was leaning down over his chest, peering at his face purposefully.

“You promised me more pleasure.”

He groaned out a laugh. “Give me a few minutes, for God's sake, and I'll deliver on that promise.”

“You had better,” she whispered menacingly.

His plan had worked better than he ever could have known it would, he concluded as he glanced up at the sky. Still no sign of the dawn, not yet time for the ambush. His ultimate purpose still rested deep inside of him, feeding his thoughts, his actions. He had actually seduced this dangerous woman - a virgin, no less - and was less than an hour away from claiming her freedom, her ship, and possibly her life. He shuddered to think what she would do to him when she found out he'd led her into a trap... and then he felt her lips against his, and he gave in to his body's clamor, allowing her to stoke his passion to a fever pitch, once more.

Beside them, the fire continued to consume all of the wood it had been fed, casting a surreal glow on the beach, and sending a plume of smoke up above the trees, high into the night air.

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