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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
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or the characters and I do not make any money from this story.

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 exhaled a shaky breath, struck by his heated words. His mouth was talented in a wide breadth of things. Her heart raced when it curved into a smirk that was focused on her. His lips could make her wild when he wrapped them around her nipples, and he made her melt when he fastened them to hers, giving everything he had to her.
That was all fine and well, but the thought of his mouth being anywhere near that was a dizzying prospect, both because she was nervous about being that exposed and because if he could make her come as hard as she had with just his fingers, she didn't dare to think of the heights that his mouth could bring her to.
Anything that she could have possibly said in response became scrambled up in her head since she had evidently lost the ability to form coherent thoughts, so she settled for nodding.
Jack curved both of his hands around her breasts, marveling at them.
"I thought I didn't have a hope of ever seeing these, nevermind getting to touch them. So you'll excuse me if I spend a great deal of time just making sure that they are, in fact, real and here for me," he explained when he saw her staring at him curiously.
It occurred to her that he was opening himself up more than he probably did for anyone, and the thought that he felt her worthy of his trust, especially after the crimes that she committed against him nearly brought tears to her eyes, but she resisted them. Crying would do nothing for the current mood.
"It's ironic that the virginal governor's daughter shows her breasts to a man that has probably seen more of them than he has strands of hair," she said.
He glanced up at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Lizzie, you need to understand something. The fact that you actually allowed me to not only see you, but to be the first man to see you, is probably the most precious gift I have ever been given. And stop comparing yourself to anyone. I mean it when I say that these," he gently squeezed her breasts, "are perfect."
He bent to kiss the valley between them, while she laid there, basking in the exquisite rightness that his words made wash over her. Everything about being here, in this moment with Jack, made her feel like her world had aligned, and that nothing could possibly go wrong.
She sighed as he kissed a scorching path down her torso, massaging the curves of her body with his hands as he went. Finally, he was situated at her knees.
"Open up, love."
She expected panic to bombard her, but nothing came. The only thing that she could identify was the buzzing anticipation of exposure.
With some coaxing, she parted her legs, feeling as though she was entering entirely new territory that she had not prepared for in the slightest. However, when his face transformed into the most unguarded expression of awe that she had ever seen, all remaining fear left her. A low exhale of breath escaped him, making her wonder what was going through his mind.
"What?" she said quietly.
"I just...I don't know how many more ways I can explain this. I expected to be crowned King of England before you even hinted at feeling something for me. I resigned myself to you always being that one thing that I could never have."
"But aboard the Pearl, you knew that I desired you. You always looked at me like-"
"Yeah, I knew that you wanted me, but a great number of women had wanted me before you ever came along, and...well, I didn't think that I would ever be anything more than a passing fancy to you."
It was in that moment, that one precious moment, that the realization struck her like an anvil, and immediately following on the heels of that thought was the realization that it had been true from the moment that he cut the corset from her chest. The absolute raw emotion that she felt from what he was saying was all the confirmation she needed.
She was in love with the damned terrible beautiful pirate.
"Oh, Jack, you were never that unimportant to me. I shackled you to the damn mast because the intensity of what I felt for you absolutely terrified me. I killed you because I lov-"
Snapping her mouth shut, she stared at him, as he stared at her. They both knew what she had been about to say, and they both knew that she hadn't meant to reveal that information quite yet.
He swallowed, looking as though he had great difficulty with it. Abandoning her face, he looked down at her center again. She knew that she was practically dripping with arousal, and the admiration that was slowly overtaking his features was something to behold.
"I'm sorry," and that didn't quite cover the grief that she had experienced the second she slipped the shackles around his wrist. It had nearly destroyed her.
"I told you, darling, we'll cross that bridge later."
Rearranging himself so that he was propped up on his elbows directly in front of her weeping center, he glanced up at her.
"Do I need to tell you that you are gorgeous again?" he asked, a small smile crooking the corner of his mouth. She relaxed, deciding that he had forgiven her for her betrayal. He might be a bit miffed about it, but he wasn't going to drown her in the pool.
"I don't think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that. And I also don't think that you need to question my desire for you ever again...since...well, since."
She was blushing furiously again as heat flared in his eyes when he refocused his gaze.
"Aye, love. You have me convinced. Right treasure you are, especially when you are this wet for me."
Oh. Oh. This man was going to be the death of her.
He gently but firmly held her thighs open, and the first touch of his tongue was a sweeping stroke from the bottom to the top of her slit. She didn't even bother trying to muffle the deep moan that escaped her, nor the one that bubbled up at seeing the charming fulfillment that made his dark eyes sparkle.
"Almost better than rum, love."
Almost better than rum. She might drown him in the pool instead.
Later, much later, the next century perhaps, because the second venture of his tongue danced across her folds so perfectly that the corner of her eyes stung with tears. He started slow, with shallow teasing laps, never quite nearing her entrance, and staying far enough away from her clit that she thought she might go mad. When he increased the pressure and dipped two fingers inside of her, she scrabbled to find purchase in the sand, her back arching off of the ground.
"Jack…"
He replaced his fingers with his tongue, plunging it into her with zeal, his thumb finally massaging her clit in slow alternating circles.
"Oh, oh, oh," and then her moans weren't even forming words anymore, just desperate noises of ecstasy as her body tightened. This time she could acutely feel the build up of pleasure under her skin, harsh and extraordinary.
She reached down to clutch the side of his head with her hand, and she wasn't sure if she was trying to push him closer or pull him away because his mouth was latched onto her clit now, and the entire world felt like it was falling out from under her.
Every sensation became magnified to the point where it almost hurt, and her heart became a wild thing, beating at a swift, vicious, mercurial pace, sending spasms of euphoria to every corner of her form. It was building, building higher and faster than she could handle with each stroke of his tongue, each vibration of his mouth, and she started to beg, plead for him to end it, her head thrashing from side to side.
Through all of it, she could dimly hear him murmuring things to her every time he detached himself for a few moments, stirring the fiery coiled knot in her belly.
Then she couldn't hear anything besides the roaring blood in her ears, and her body exploded, shattering into a thousand pieces, leaving her weeping and shouting whatever nonsense tumbled out of her mouth as white hot flares of pleasure fractured her clit at the very zenith of her orgasm.
For a moment, she wasn't sure of where or when or what she was, then it all slowly filtered back to her as she floated back down to the image of Jack dragging his thumb across his lips to collect her moisture, and then sticking out his tongue to lap it up.
He very nearly sent her back into the abyss.
"Are you with me, love?"
Was she? She didn't know, couldn't quite pin down what dimension she was in at the moment. The only thing she did know for certain is that Jack Sparrow had magical powers. Perhaps he had traded his soul to the devil for the ability to nearly kill women with just his mouth.
"I...I think so."
"Marvelous, thought I almost lost you there."
Through the haze, she realized that the damned pirate was bragging. Not that he didn't have a reason to. Her limbs had become inert, and the only reason her legs weren't lying limp on the ground was that Jack still had his hands cupped around her thighs.
He eased her legs down and crawled back up her body. A thrill went through her as she discovered that he was once again hard, nestled against her core. She shifted her hips, watching in delight at the restrained agony barely showing through in his eyes.
She stilled when he placed a hand on her hip, his face growing serious.
"Lizzie, I am going to give you a chance right now to get up and walk away if you want to."
Get up and walk away? Was he mad? She didn't think she could persuade any part of her to get up and walk away if she had a line of fully loaded rifles pointed at her ready to fire.
"Jack, I'm not going anywhere. What do I have to do to convince you of that?"
He pushed out a sigh of frustration.
"Everything that we have done here up to this point has no lasting impact. You realize that your virginity is something that is gone, never to come back, once you give it to someone? If I take it from you, and you regret it the second we leave this jungle, this thing between us would never be the same, if it still existed at all."
She stared at him and realized that he thought she was acting out of recklessness.
"Regret? The only thing that I would regret is if I didn't let you take me. I am not a person who acts on impulse, Jack. I want you. And there is nothing that you can say or do to convince me otherwise," she said, finality in her tone.
He studied her for a long moment, seriously inspected her face for any sign of doubt in her words, and then she was able to pinpoint the moment when he relaxed.
"Alright, love."
She relaxed too, reaching up to cup his face in her hand, stroking his cheek with her thumb. It was surreal that he was here, alive, and about to make love to her.
"This...this is going to hurt, Lizzie. I don't know how much, as the experience I have with virgins is incredibly limited. But it will be uncomfortable, I'm sure."
"I know, Jack. I-"
"It isn't just that, darling. You're rather...small, physically. And, well...I'm decidedly not."
Oh, she knew that too, with having had half of him in her mouth just a little while ago. Then her brain caught up and processed what he was saying.
"It might hurt more than it normally would?"
"Aye. Not much I can do about it."
She thought she might actually cry at the nervousness that he was expressing.
"Jack, I really don't care."
When he realized that he could do absolutely nothing to change her mind, he smiled just a little bit.
"I'll be careful up to a point love, but this," he reached down to once again emphasize the blockage of spongy tissue, "has to be done in one go. However, I will stay still afterward, even though it may actually kill me, until you give me permission to continue."
What had she done to deserve this man?
She watched as he settled himself against her entrance before refocusing his attention on her face, leaning down to capture her lips in a tender kiss.
She understood that he was trying to distract her the moment that he started to penetrate her because the painful sting she felt was something that she had not prepared for. On impulse she gripped his upper arms tightly, pinching her eyebrows together.
He released her mouth and rested his cheek against hers.
"Easy, love," he whispered, and now she could keenly hear the strain in his voice.
Finally, he hit her maidenhead and stopped. God, it really did hurt, and every muscle in her body screamed to stop the invasion.
"I'm...I'm fine," she insisted, but the lone tear that had leaked out of the corner of her eye evidently told him otherwise. He brushed it away and watched her face. Hesitation wasn't going to do her or him any good.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he said, nudging her hip. She did so and noticed that the stinging lessened slightly. He leaned down to kiss her again, and then she closed her eyes to distract herself.
When he thrust forward, the pain that she had felt when her body was stretching to accommodate him was a small tickle compared to the burning she felt now. A quiet cry escaped her, and she clenched her legs, trying to control her breathing. Keeping to his promise, he stayed absolutely still once he was fully sheathed, and even through the pain, she could feel his muscles quivering from restraining himself.
Then, the discomfort started to ebb away. As it retreated, she could acutely feel his heartbeat against her chest, strong and steady. He was inhaling and exhaling as though the world depended on him staying calm, though she knew that he didn't give a damn about the world at the moment. His skin was warm where she still gripped his arms, and she let go of the left one to trace the tattoo there with her finger.
It was an outline of the Pearl, she realized. She was sitting in the water, sails unfurled, looking like the majestic pirate ship that she was.
Much like the majestic pirate that was currently muttering obscenities against the crook of her neck.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," she whispered. And it didn't, because she could feel him there, filling her, hard as iron, throbbing in time with their hearts.
She couldn't find a word to describe the emotion that she felt in that moment. Perfection, fulfillment, completion, none of them were adequate. The only way that made sense in her mind to put words to it was that she had just scaled the world's tallest mountain, and she was now basking in the absolute freedom that reaching the peak brought her.
"Jack."
He lifted his head, and the mix of concern, reverence, and desire she saw brought a slow smile to her face, the kind of smile someone has when they have achieved the thing that they wanted most.
"Are you sure 'm not dreaming?" he asked, resting his forehead against hers. She lifting her hips in response, undulating them against him, and earned a breathy curse.
"Fucking cheeky, you are," and then he withdrew, sliding back in slowly, carefully.
That first thrust, that first taste of the beautiful friction sent her back into an arch, a small moan accompanied by a shaky laugh emanating from her.
"I think...oh...I think you like me that way," she managed to get out as he thrust again.
"Aye, love, I do," he replied, latching onto her nipple, setting a steady rhythm with his hips. He grinned against her when she readjusted her legs, raising them a little higher, experimenting.
Then she heard a low rumble come from Jack's chest, a moan that vibrated against her breast, and she had the sudden fierce urge to stop this maddening slow pace.
"Jack," she protested, unable to think of anything to articulate what it is that she wanted.
He didn't say anything in response immediately, but he did snicker, the scoundrel. God, he felt incredible inside of her, and it was causing great difficulties with her ability to command her brain.
"Tell me what you need, darling," and she could hear that he was obviously torturing himself too through his sarcastic drawl.
"I need...Jack, oh, I need...more."
She was babbling now, but finally, he seemed to arrive at the same conclusion. His thrusts picked up speed, hitting just that spot inside of her that made her entire body constrict tighter and tighter. Tugging him down so that his head rested against her neck, she clutched at his back with her hands, digging her nails in when he tried one sharp, hard thrust that ripped a cry from her throat.
"More, more of, oh…"
He molded himself against her and took her, took everything she had, drew every inch of her body's focus to where he was burying himself into her core unrestrained, every stroke sending both of them spiraling out of control.
Something was building inside of her, something terrifying, something that made her claw at him and curse, words that she had never uttered spilling out of her, yet she so desperately wanted it that she started to thrust her hips against him.
"Lizzie, Lizzie...fuck…" she dimly heard him whispering hoarsely into her neck, responding with a keening cry, a sound that carried her desperation into the thick cool air of the jungle. Then the fire, the intoxicating inferno that took no mercy on her started to bloom outwards, rapidly, leaving her clinging to Jack for purchase against it.
But there was no fighting it because just then, Jack released her from her agony.
"Come for me, Lizzie," he growled, latching onto the sweet spot of her neck, and then it was over. Her core turned into a vice around him as she flew, away from anything and everything, screaming and crying out nonsense as her orgasm ripped through her body like an inflamed arrow, uncaring about whether she might die from it or not.
Jack joined her almost immediately after, his hips jerking into her spastically until he barely managed to withdraw before he was spending on her stomach, hissing her name in broken syllables.
It might have been weeks, months, years before either one of them had enough faculties to register reality, because they had no concept of time. The earth even was a relative place, blinking in and out of existence in the afterglow.
Jack used what little mental fortitude he had to keep enough of his weight off of her to avoid crushing her, but beyond that, the only thing he was capable of was heavy breathing where he had rested his forehead on her chest.
She was tangling her fingers in his hair without even realizing it, fascinated by how it felt in her bleary state of mind, not noticing that her lungs were in danger of expiring from the breath she was forcing in and out.
Eventually, she heard a murmured "I-I don't…" and then he gave up, shaking his head.
A giggle escaped from her at his struggle. She had made the great Captain Jack Sparrow speechless.
"We might want to um, wash off," she stated, looking down at the mess he had made dubiously.
"You wash off," he snarked.
"Jack, at least roll over."
"No."
"I'm sorry?"
She stared at the top of his head, trying to be annoyed with him, and failing.
"'M fine right here. Stop talking."
"Stop talking? If you don't relocate yourself in the-"
Then he lifted his head, and the mischievousness of a thousand tricksters sparkled in his eyes.
"You are rather fun to rile up, love."
Her mouth dropped open in exasperation before she flopped her head back down on the sand. She didn't really mind having him on top of her after all, it was the puddle on her stomach that she wanted off. And have it off, she would.
Jack looked at her with a bothered expression for half a second when she started to get up.
"I'm getting back in the pool, provided I can make it there without falling over. I rather feel like I drank an entire bottle of rum too quickly, thanks to you."
He was standing now, smirking at her with a shit-eating look on his face.
"Well, go on then. I'll watch you struggle."
She did struggle as she walked to the deeper end of the pool, her legs feeling like they had been transformed into gelatinous noodles. She was peering over the edge when suddenly she was launched forward, barely having a chance to register what happened before she hit the water.
Coming up gasping and treading water, she rounded on the culprit, who had both of his hands covering his face, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Sorry, Lizzie, I couldn't resist," he managed to say as he calmed down.
"I'm sure. Well, are you going to join me, or not?"
"An offer to join Elizabeth Swann for a swim? There is no way I could pass that up."
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