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It Was in the Stars	By : hallowedmaiden Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 2026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His father still stood there, was still talking, babbling about nonsense for all he cared now, because the object of his current attention was quickly making the rest of the world melt away, like she always did, but...his eyes raked over her form of their own volition, drinking in the way her skin shone with sweat, the way her gaze was wide like an animal staring its own predator in the face...oh, he knew what the matter with her was, could see it in the way she trembled, the way she stood there, chest heaving with each breath she took.
Any lesser man might have been blind to what was on display before him, wouldn't pick up on...but not him...but that didn't mean that he wasn't right and truly poleaxed by it, absolutely, woefully, miserably unprepared...he blamed the orgasm that he had just had...it left his perceptive edges worn down...but maybe it was the complete and utter lack of...of...this for the last three bloody weeks...he had been waiting for this...for any sign that she wanted him...Christ, why was he feeling...feeling dizzy all of a sudden...hot, like...like another fever had...but he hadn't had a fever to begin with...he felt his head twitch as though he was drifting into unwanted sleep...not sleep...no...abandon...he'd been reduced to nothing but a man that would die happy in that moment if he could only…
Where had this been….had he...had he missed this somehow...missed her...had she been tortured like him? How had he missed it...unfathomable...
"Excuse me, Captain Teague, but the King demands Captain Sparrow's presence in her cabin at once."
She had said the whole thing without letting her gaze stray from him an inch, not even a millimeter, but underneath her now-practiced captain's drawl, was a quiver, a shake. Underneath her proud declaration with her chin held high was a begging, a pleading that she only hoped he heard.
It was a miracle that she was able to speak at all, a rush of relief when she let the last word go as though it was her final weapon in her first line of offense, because the way he was looking at her, the way his eyes darkened immediately when his gaze raked over her, it made her lungs entirely bereft of breath, and she just hoped she wouldn't faint before she got back to the hallway. He knew, he knew what she was feeling, knew the ache in her body, the craving, with one simple appraisal of her, he knew, just like he always did...then why the bloody fuck was it her coming to get him rather than him unleashing all of his charms against her?
Unable to stand the heat in his eyes any longer, she turned and started walking back, one foot in front of the other, then finding it ridiculous that she had to remind herself how to walk, while listening for his footsteps at the same time behind her, and oh, she heard them, making her voyage back to her bedroom turn into a new level of urgency, and it was all she could do to not run to the door, and then just as she entered the darkness of the hallway, she stopped, becoming intimately acquainted with the knowledge that he was right behind her, stopping himself just in time to avoid crashing into her, his hands coming to close around her waist to steady his momentum, placing his head at just the right spot to press a soft kiss against the skin of her neck, whispering a "Lizzie" in an exhale of breath…his hot breath making gooseflesh wash over her...she could feel a tension in his chest as it pressed against her back...
...oh mercy, she could hear the quivering in his voice, barely there, but not for lack of presence, rather for the presence of resistance, like had been fighting the desire for so long that he had not realized that he could let it go now, had not even considered it yet.
The cabin. Need to get to the cabin...need to go there...to the cabin...oh god no the hallway wouldn't do…
Then she reached behind her and wrapped her hand around his larger one before starting forwards again, possessed by something that certainly couldn't be her, dragging a pirate captain down a hallway with all the intention in the world of laying him bare before her and her before him.
He went willingly, very willingly, let himself be pulled, her soft small hand enclosed around his own...trying to control his breathing and failing...Christ, Lizzie...please hurry...walk faster...
Yanking the door open with her free hand, she shoved him inside not from her own physical force, but from the energy threatening to bubble over, bursting out now even as she flattened herself against the door when she closed it, every sense working with precise clarity...she could feel the scratchiness of the wood against her back, could feel the hard unyielding surface, the smell of the burning candles wafting through the air, could trace every sway and dip of the patterns that the burning flame cast across the room, the orange light beautiful in her state of fevered desire.
She let her head fall back from the force of him, or maybe it was the first gesture of submission, the silent pleading for him to do with her as he wished, because he had never looked at her like he was looking at her now...all of his usual teasing and glittering and sparkling, the light in his eyes…it was all gone, replaced by a dark smoky fire, a shadow that settled over his face, a intensity in the way his lips opened only slightly, the way his eyes narrowed, it was as though he was a predator finally catching his prey, and she was begging him to come and feast, please Jack, don't you dare leave me here like this.
But then an unwanted thought wormed its way into the haze, one that she hadn't even considered...did he actually want to touch her? Did he…
"...You...you...do you…" was the only verbalization she could manage before she gave up, her throat feeling too thick to speak, hoping he would understand that she needed to know, needed him to say it, needed him to confirm what all of his talk of curiosity and coming over to his side had signaled to her…
Not prepared...not prepared for this was all he could think...had never been prepared for this...not really...no matter how many times he fantasized about it...no matter when or where or how he thought it might happen...he had never really truly been prepared for it...had not really even thought it would happen...but...it was happening now and he felt like he had been swimming around in shallow water and was suddenly being tossed and thrown about in rapids…
...wait...a thought permeated his fog...had she said something?
Did he...did he what?
Then he really looked at her eyes...saw the questioning there, and felt the distinct urge to claw at his face in frustration, maybe whoop with laughter at the same time...and walk forwards as he quickly discovered was already happening...he'd taken two steps towards her, not measured steps...more like drifting...like he was being reeled in...bloody fucking Hell…
Her eyes dropped to his feet when he started moving, not answering her question...though she knew he heard it, his eyes had narrowed...he was moving...walking like someone approaching something dangerous but beautiful...like he was entranced…
...and then it hit her like a shower of diamonds in her mind...the thought dazzling and terrifying at the same time...he was seduced by her...bewitched...and nothing in her fantasies had prepared her for it...damnable things could go to the devil because this was something...she couldn't comprehend the...the rules of this...this was a new unexplored land...and it was intoxicating…
He was two steps closer now...four steps total...so near she could smell him...that blend of patchouli and sea salt...a smoky scent that had her hazy for a moment, her eyes slipping closed...then open again...pressing herself against the door in hysteria at him being that close...five steps...he was close enough to feel the warmth of his body...see the way his breathing was wavering...one deep breath in...broken shuddering breaths out like he couldn't control them...his eyes were fixed on her mouth, then jumping back up to her eyes...darting even further south to her chest, and further, carving a path…
Couldn't answer her question...she must already know...she had to with the way he was about to start disintegrating into a pile of ashes on her floor...couldn't decide where to look...what to...he was right in front of her now...he had surrendered to this game...thrown his white flag up...but had she?
"...haven't had rum in three bloody weeks, love," was all he could whisper, his voice hoarse, and he wasn't even sure if she would get it, if she would know what he was talking about...he didn't even know what he was talking about anymore...wasn't even sure if she had heard him with the way her eyes were staring into his face…
...hadn't had rum in three weeks? What...what…
Breath was sucked into her chest when he raised a hand to trail his fingers down the exposed slice of skin in the opening of her shirt, his eyes following the movements…
...had he been waiting...waiting for her...oh, his fingers were warm, and so close to...just a few more inches down and he would be touching...she wanted to ask again...wanted to hear him say that he bloody wanted her...but she couldn't focus...could only feel...feel her heart beating faster when he was finally close enough for her to feel the rough fabric of his clothes against her clothes...forgot how to breath when he stepped closer still, pressing her against the wall, the scratch of his beard against her cheek when he leaned in...not doing anything...just breathing...then the soft touch of his lips against her jawline…her knees nearly gave out but she only wanted more…
She wanted to ask what he meant...wanted to ask for more...wanted to ask everything...wanted...but everything that was swirling around in her mind...all of it fell away until all she could force through her lips was his name, a helpless surrender, carrying with it all of her torment, desire...everything that was gripping her very soul…
"...Jack…"
Just for a moment...only for a moment he lifted his head from his exploration of her jaw to look at her again, but kept his hand touching, fingers sneaking under the flap of her shirt, then back again…trying to force breath into his lungs...not even caring that she could see how difficult it was...
The look in his eyes made her next breath catch in her throat, and she convulsed when she tried to swallow it...his pupils were expanded, pitch black...burning, it nearly undid her...made her body feel weak...she was sliding…
"Do you?"
She might have been able to answer had he not chosen that moment to press even closer to her, every angle of his body fitting into every curve of hers…something...something was…
...oh...oh...throwing her head back against the door at the same time with a gasp of shock...he was hard against her...her thighs clenched violently from the rush of desire that flooded her womb...then she remembered that he had asked her a question, a ridiculous...question, all she could do was nod her head...yes...yes...please…
...but it wasn't enough...she needed more...needed to see him...needed to feel more of him...needed him to know how far she was falling...needed him to fall with her...
Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, he descended upon her neck, exposed when she had thrown her head back...she had felt him...he bloody well hoped so because he couldn't remember being this hard...her reaction nearly snapped his self-control, nearly threw it to the sharks...really did throw it to the sharks when she nodded...didn't even say anything…
...but the sounds she was making every time he swirled his tongue against her smooth creamy skin...tasting her...little mewls...gasps of pleasure in her throat…
It was too much...and not enough...and still too much, what he was doing to her...his mouth hot and wet, her knees nearly buckling once more when he went low enough to wrap his lips around her pulse point, the sensation of his mustache against her skin only serving as a reminder of exactly who had her pinned against the door…
Needed more...reached out with her hands...curled them around his shoulders, the rough texture of his hair scratchy...he was curling his hands around her too, around her hips, kneading her flesh through her men's breeches...then her hands were moving down, over his chest, catching the edge of his white shirt, dragging it a little, and then down further, her fingertip burning with friction from the fabric, wishing there wasn't any fabric, and then its progress halted when she reached the waistband of his breeches, a breath suspended in her chest, her eyes jumping back up to find him gazing at her…
...Christ, she didn't even know how consumed he was...didn't even know that having her hand there was like nudging a canister of oil closer and closer to a raging bonfire.
He tilted his head towards hers, coming close to her lips, so close, but didn't close the distance...not yet...could feel her rapid breaths...pulled away again, but not too far...then tilted back in as her head angled to try and kiss him...one of his hands came up to caress her face, cradle her head with it curled around her jaw...his other hand flattened against the door behind her, trapping her between it and him...
...mercy, mercy was all he could think when her finger started descending again, lower, lower, until she was there, her touch shaky and uncertain...but she was there, still holding his gaze, their mouths still dancing, flowing and receding...back and forth…
How much further could she...how much more fire and heat and fever and danger could she take before she collapsed? How much closer to the edge should she dare walk...what would happen if she fell over it?
With the feel of him, hard and straining through his breeches, against only her one finger, she was already spiraling, losing control, her constitution and sense of self and anything else that might have saved her from total damnation was dripping, bleeding away like a candle exposed to a hot forge.
Then she walked over the edge with a happy salute to her person and a wish upon the stars that she lived to see tomorrow, walked over it with a smile on her face and a good riddance to whatever she had been before this, because his ragged "Lizzie" against the corner of her mouth pierced her, took control of her body with her complete and utter permission, commanded her to wrap all five fingers around the heat, the hardness of him, cupping him, the thought of 'this is Jack you're touching' racing around in what was left of her mind…
The sense of drive vanished for a moment, when she ventured, any thought of going further bludgeoned by the heavenly pleasure of her exploration…"touch me...touch me" was all he could chant against her mouth when he slumped his body forward, unable to stand up straight, incredibly grateful for the hand that was supporting him against the door. He had to stop her, had to...in a moment...he would stop her in a moment...just another...her hand faltered only a little bit when he barely thrust against it, desperate for friction, and then it was back, moving...sliding up and down...
...his control snapped like a rope finally pulled too taut, and he savored the gasp of shock she made...internalized it...memorized it...he was shocked that he remembered how to use his hands when the left one retracted from the door, shot down to grip her hip, sliding down to wrap it around her thigh...a deep growl was ripped from his throat when he surged against her, lifting her high with her legs wrapped around him, pinning her with nearly all of his weight...finally crashing his mouth against hers, kissing her like he'd been starved of it…
All she could respond with was a deep moan...her hands buried in his hair...pulling him closer...she felt the tip of his tongue nudge against her lips...sweeping inside her...all she could do was surrender to the complete dominion he had over her...his body was thrusting, grinding below, pressing her into the door with each movement...then he finally released her mouth and buried his head into her neck…
...he was hard...so hard as he moved against her through their breeches...the friction...building...her body nudging higher every time he...her mouth fell open in a silent moan, wetness pooling at her core where he was nestled so perfectly, sliding, rubbing…
"Jack, Jack…" she whispered, barely audible, breathy, and on the next surge, he stilled, the trembling of his hands where he still had them curled around her thighs matching the trembling of her heart, and her hands where they clutched his back...why had he stopped...why…
...needed to get this under control...was falling too far too fast...but her whispering his name like that, the little undulations of her hips against him, her hands exploring...needing to get his breathing under control, his body...before he lost himself entirely and took her against the door...Christ what was this woman doing to him...where was his hand going...where...needed to feel her...needed to know...and then he was made dizzy at the heat of her, the wetness he found...even through her clothes...she gasped, a sharp intake of breath…
"...Lizzie," he finally tried to speak again, shocked he still had a voice…
But she didn't respond, only kept moving…
She heard him say her name...heard the pleading in his voice, but she was too far gone...too mesmerized by the feeling of his erection against her...needed more, needed to see him…"Lizzie," she heard him say again, a frustrated whine, and she finally stilled only on the trust of him not leaving her here like this.
"I-I just...I…" but it was no use...words had escaped her entirely…and then he was letting her down, her feet were back on the floor, a whine of her own at the loss of contact...but her hands were still on his back, used them to drag his body against hers again, marveling in the feel of her breasts pushed against him...time seemed to slow down when he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes gazing at her like he was begging for mercy...he was kissing her again, threading his hands through her hair, softly moving his lips over hers...it could almost be called tender.
...he pulled away from her...from the softness of her mouth...but didn't really want to, would be happy to drown here with her…
"...what…" he heard her say with no small amount of confusion, and something like a chuckle escaped him, but it sounded more like a noise of defeat.
"Have to slow down, love...can't very well take you against the door…"
He half expected her to ask 'why not' but there was no need, the question was there in her eyes anyway. "Don't want to hurt you more than I have to…"
Some kind of reality came back to her, some kind of...didn't want to hurt her…
"I trust you, Jack," she whispered, retracting one of the hands on his back to stroke his face, cheek, play with the end of his mustache...he needed to know that she trusted him with her whole heart...whole soul, and certainly all of her body. Would never trust anyone else like she trusted him…
That sank into him with all the force of a sword blade piercing him...she trusted him...after all he'd done to her...put her through...all the lies he told her...she still trusted him...
"Go...go lay down on the bed darling," with a twitch of his head in what he hoped was the right direction.
"But-"
"I'm not going anywhere."...he was quick to reassure, and tell her that he couldn't go anywhere, that he was spellbound by her, couldn't leave the room even if he wanted to. She went, but as though it was against a great resistance.
The world seemed like a funny place, not quite real to her, like she was floating in some kind of middle dimension...and her legs were trembling...wobbly, they had forgotten their strength, but somehow she made it to the bed, falling upon it when her knees connected...it was only the sound of fabric and metal rubbing together that gave her the strength to turn over onto her back, just in time to see him remove his last belt. His boots and sash were gone as well, leaving him in only his breeches, shirt and vest...still far too much clothing...and taking far too long…needed to feel the warmth of his body next to her again…needed him to cure the ache...the almost painful ache between her legs…"Jack," spilled out of her onto the pillow, pushed forth by desperation...wait, what was he doing?
His hands were on the ties of his breeches when he heard a quiet whisper...no, let me...she was sitting up now, still leaning back against the headboard, her head at an angle that let the golden light from the candles perfectly highlight the strong lines of her face...the soft curve of her lips, her perfect nose...high cheekbones...her eyes, those caramel brown eyes that he had become his salvation, they were gazing at his hands with a hunger so strong that he felt some of it vibrate through his body...she possessed the beauty of Aphrodite, the sinful darkness of Persephone, and the light of Artemis...but she was no goddess, she was something beyond even that realm...something made of...of the same thing as the sea, as his Pearl...magic.
No, tonight was her experience, hers.
And he still struggled to believe that she was here, for him, that she wanted him…
As if beckoned by some unseen force he went to her, first his knee, then his other knee, he moved until he was arranged next to her on the bed, propped up by his elbow. Slow...need to take this slow...needed to guide her into shallow water first...needed to make sure she really wanted this...that this wasn't some delirious fantasy that she would regret come morning…
She had scooted closer to him, was laying back down on the pillow now, still gazing at him...her mouth was parted…"What...what happens now?"
There was a piece of hair sticking to her forehead...he reached out to softly push it away, before being reminded of something. "Need to take these off is what happens now," he whispered, letting the candlelight catch the silver of one of his rings, and then he did just that, slid each one off and twisted to place all of them on the little table next to the bed. She followed his movement with both a curiosity and confusion...so damn endearing...like she was playing a tune that he had no choice but to dance to…"Why?" he heard her ask…
"Might...might get in the way."
His voice...it was so soft...she had never heard it that soft before, like he had found a tone that was only reserved for her ears...he was here only for her...and there was something in his eyes that she had never seen before...but oh, she had wanted to see it, had wanted so desperately to see it...that vulnerability...that trust, he trusted her..."Get in the way?" she asked as she wrapped her fingers around his hand, bringing it closer to her, playing with it...inspecting each finger like a piece of fine treasure...he watched her do it with a quirked eyebrow...she thought about telling him how they had fascinated her...how transfixed she was on them…
"I like these," was all her brain let her articulate...good enough, she supposed, and then it struck her that he wasn't really doing...anything, just laying there, waiting...he was waiting…
...for her permission. How did she tell him everything she wanted when she barely knew herself? How did she...she had no way to tell him how damn much she wanted him…even though she felt like they had journeyed across mountains already compared to where they had been just a little while ago...they had barely done anything yet it felt like they had burst some resistance...some kind of blockage between them…
"Jack...I...need…" and she stopped, pressed her lips together, dug her tongue into the bottom of her mouth in frustration…"I need...your hands...just...you know...I trust you, just show me…"
She was babbling...not really making any sense, but it was the best she could do...amazed that she could do even that with the way his gaze was straying down her body...he was close enough now so their legs were touching. "What?" she pleaded, running out of patience…
Permission, she had given him permission to touch her, but now he found himself in a quandary...didn't know where to start, there were too many things...he was well and truly flummoxed…had never felt this before...had never felt such a need to pleasure someone else...had never felt it completely drown his own need for pleasure…he scooted a little closer, bent over her just a little, brought his hand up to stroke her face, appreciating the way her eyes fluttered closed, traced his finger down her cheekbone, over the line of her lips, and then a rush of heat settled in his loins when her tongue darted out to draw it into her mouth…
Lizzie...Lizzie...she had no idea the power she wielded over him...he bent closer, the ends of his hair bunching up on her chest, and then finally lowered his head to softly touch his lips to hers, slanting against them, accepting her sigh into his mouth, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue inside...took his time, like he was savoring the last bit of water from the canteen as a man stranded in the middle of the desert, even as her hands slithered around to his neck, pushing his mouth harder against hers, deepening the kiss herself.
Oh god, how could just his kiss make her feel like this...make her feel like her body was trying to turn itself inside out with need...pleasure...his lips were rough on her own, his hair surprisingly silky despite being a tangled mess, and god...this was Jack...Jack was kissing her...was she ever going to….going to move past that beautiful thought... then he broke away suddenly. "The rings...didn't think you would fancy having them there…"
Where...whe-oh...oh...it was like a wave coursing through her body with the way she undulated, unable to contain the sudden onslaught of heat…"Please," but it didn't even sound like a word to her anymore...just the only sound she knew of that might spur him on, that might make him end this sweet torture...and then she felt his hands dragging her shirt up from her breeches until it was completely loose…
His lips were on her jaw again, soft kisses, a murmured "beautiful" making her hair stand on end...then he crossed the valley to her neck, making his way down it...his hand was sliding under her shirt, and she forgot how to breathe when he flattened it against her stomach, stroking with his fingers, inching higher...higher…
Suddenly he lifted his head to stare down at her when he reached her ribcage. She answered his question before he even asked it, with a blush and a 'you caught me' in her voice, "Thought it would annoy you if I bound them…" and it was a perfect truth...she really had forgone the bindings in the hope that this exact moment would happen.
Would annoy him...he laughed despite himself, dropping his head to lay on her ribcage. "Darling, if I had to unwind a hundred yards…" and then he stopped, just shaking his head, felt her hand play with his piece of eight that he had tied back in his hair, felt her play with the edges of his bandanna, heard her ask "What" again, in that way, like she knew he had deeper thoughts bubbling just under the surface.
"It's not obvious?" he asked, glancing back up to find her staring at him curiously, always curious…he couldn't wait any longer, needed to know...his fingers glided higher, almost there, then he felt the soft swell of her breast, the warmth of her skin...a gasp escaped him before he could rein it in...but he didn't care anymore...
"Nothing about you is ever obvious, it's why we got into this-oh-"
He forgot what they had been talking about...had they been talking? Wasn't sure...couldn't think with...with what he held in his hand, so soft, so perfectly soft...perfect shape…
It was like some kind of long-told prophecy had finally been fulfilled, him touching her, and her back bowed with the feeling, the exquisite rightness of it, his mouth was back on her neck, the scratch of his beard, tasting her, kissing her...all she could do was thrust her chest higher, ask for more in the only language that she knew at the moment…"Can't believe...can't believe it" he was saying, whispering into the bend of her neck and shoulder where his other hand had pulled her shirt back. She felt something tightening, tingling...what...and then his thumb brushed over her nipple and she moaned so quickly and so suddenly that her hand flew up to cover her mouth.
She was so lost in the sensation of his hand, his fingers teasing her, rolling the hardened peak, gently pinching, caressing, that she left her hand where it was, until he pulled it away, replacing it with his mouth, kissing the corner of hers, across her chin, whispering again, "You never have to hide from me, darling, you're free with me...free here,"...and she felt that, felt her inhibitions floating away, her next moan offered to the room with no impediment. His hand slid over to her other breast, giving it the same attention as warmth pooled in her belly. "Jack...please," and he damn well better know what she meant when she raised her hips, but even then, she didn't really know what she was asking for, her own fumblings incomparable now…
He wanted her to feel like she had nothing to fear, that she was safe here with him, where she hadn't been everywhere else, where society had constricted her, where the twists and turns of life had poked and prodded, impeded her...but not here, here she was free to fly...free to be whatever she wanted to be...and the feeling, the selflessness he felt growing in his chest...there was another word for it that he couldn't comprehend right at that moment...it scared him, scared him and drew him in like...it clawed at his insides, tore them down, tore everything down as he waved at the destruction...didn't care anymore.
The burning warmth of his fingers left her to trail back down her stomach, a noise of protest muffled by his lips...then suddenly they were gripping the edge of her shirt, and he pulled away from kissing her, just hovered above her face, asking the question silently...a wildness settled inside her then, an all-consuming flame for him to see her, to see...she pushed up on her elbows to reclaim his mouth, nodding her head at the same time.
Her shirt tickled as he dragged it up, his fingertips brushing her too, playing with her belly button for a moment, then pulling the fabric higher...her heart hammering in her chest even as she pulled him to her with a hand on the back of his neck...it was so close, was trailing over the curve of her breasts now, then up…"...up…" she vaguely heard him say, not understanding, then "lift up love,"...still not understanding...his voice, it was so husky, so...heated...quivering...another "Lizzie" gasped, just barely gasped...she could feel the vibration of it from her hand on his chest...didn't even know when she had put her hand there...it was like she was a puppet, dancing to the movement of the strings…
...finally something clicked in her brain, but she didn't stop to dwell on it, just lifted her arms up and reveled in the feel of the shirt sliding off, in the beautiful moment of liberation, of the stripping of her previous life, the life that was falling to the wayside...disappearing into the ether...time suspended around her, the room looked blurry...she couldn't focus...but then she saw him, saw his face, his burning dark eyes, the kohl around them, gazing at her...there was a heat in them that made her feel proud, like she was worshipped, cherished…
Her hair fell in golden strands onto her skin, a chunk of it lying right across her left breast, treasure covering an even greater treasure...she was so beautiful...so damn perfect it hurt, made his breath come out with a sigh of appreciation...she followed his movement as he leaned forward to lift her hair up, move it to the side so that he may see all of her...so that he may see what he certainly didn't deserve...Jack Sparrow had never been fated to deserve angels...not by his account…
She had a question in her eyes again, her chest rising and falling with measured breaths…and he suddenly felt...felt like he needed to say something…but then she was grasping his hand again, light dancing in her eyes, pulling it back to her skin...any thoughts he might have had...the cobwebs, they were driven away...she felt like he deserved her in this moment, and he wasn't about to challenge her on it, especially not when she wrapped his fingers around the soft skin of her breast again, not when she pulled him back downto press her mouth to his again, not when she shuddered as the ends of his hair tickled her skin again. She was going to be the death of him, and he was going to climb into his grave with more enthusiasm than a court jester with a good audience.
Never thought...never thought it could feel this good...his thumb was back at her nipple, flicking it back and forth, pressing into it, murmuring a "you're so bloody beautiful" when he broke away from the kiss to return to her neck, pressing his lips to the corner of her jaw, drifting lower, laving his tongue across her skin like he was enjoying the finest Swiss chocolate...lower, lower still, the red of his bandanna taking up her vision now as a blush spread across her chest from...oh...was he...oh...her hand clenched in the bed sheets, a moan of relief spilling out of her, relief from a pain that she hadn't yet understood the full scope of...not until now...his mouth was so warm, so careful…
"Jack…Jack," she heard herself say, the last half of the second one feathering off into a moan of delight...his other hand was still on her right breast as his tongue swirled and teased the nipple of her left one until it felt like her body was on fire...pleasure shooting down to her core like arrows streaking through her...but he kept going, not understanding that she was surely going to die from this...kept going...sucked, a little nibble had her clutching his hair, sliding her fingers under the cloth of his bandanna, tugging…
…lightheaded...why...oh...and then the warmth left, just for a second...her head snapped down to gaze at him with his chin resting against her, his eyes twinkling…"What…" said more with the breath being puffed out of her…
"Need to breathe, Lizzie darling, can't have you passing out on me," he whispered...those damnable lips curving into a little smile...his voice was still shaky...uneven, and it warmed something within her to know that he was as affected as she was...as...as...god she couldn't think when his mouth was doing that...but it was only stoking the fire….only making it burn brighter in the one place that she needed him most...her hand latched onto his when it left her breast to start trailing...dragging back down her torso, like her body was subconsciously making sure that he was going to finish the descent…
"Trust me darling, I won't leave you wanting, I promise," and it sounded like music to her ears, that he was intent on seeing to her pleasure, a thrill jumping through her when his fingers nudged the edge of her breeches, and she nodded, though she didn't think he needed to wait for her permission anymore...she was practically begging him.
Everyone had always left her wanting, wanting out of her life, out of society, out of the damn corsets...left her wanting to see the world, to be free...but he wasn't going to put a cage around her, couldn't, and that he was the one she trusted, that she trusted him to take her to the places she wanted to go, that no one else would...it was remarkable.
"Jack, I can't wait anymore…" and then he finally released her nipple again to smile softly at her, his fingers working the ties of her breeches, pulling one string loose, then another, until they were all undone...her eyes slipped closed as the weight of what was about to happen settled in her...Jack was going to touch her...he loosened her waistband until there was a big enough opening for him to slip his hand in...Jack was going to touch her...then he laid his head down on her chest, his fingers splayed across her stomach, the color of his skin a few shades darker than hers, but she was catching up.
His hand drifted to her, skating over the loose strings to settle against the warm heat of her through her breeches...stroking, just a few strokes, then retracted back and finally, finally she watched his hand slide inside, his fingers ghosting over her curls...her heart was speeding up...faster...she could hear it pounding in her ears, could feel...hear her blood rushing...then he stopped...just held his hand there...scooted a little closer to her…nudged his other hand at her shoulder, whispered an "up" and by some miracle she understood, lifting her body until he could slide his arm under her. Then he whispered something else...she whispered a "what" back…
"...open up a bit, darling,"...one of his fingers gave her inner thigh a gentle nudge, and she understood again, parting her legs to give him enough room...it was so hot in the room...her skin felt so hot...her entire body was vibrating with the frantic pace of her heart...then he was kissing the skin above it, above her heart...whispering again…"you're free, love, I don't want to see you hiding anymore, not from me…"...he laid a gentle kiss on her jaw, caressed her neck softly with the hand that was cradling her left shoulder…
...oh, oh...her head went back against the pillow, her mouth open in a silent moan...yes, yes, yes, it was all she could think...nothing else...nothing else as his fingers trailed down the outside of her center, stroking gently, doing the same to the other side...before almost tickling the soft skin of her thighs...going down each one of them with featherlight movements...another "you're beautiful, Lizzie" murmured somewhere...didn't have enough focus to care about where on her skin he had said it...could only think about the sublime torture that he was putting her through…
…"please"...it was a whimper...begging...but she no longer cared...needed his touch so damn badly…
A soft whoosh of breath left him...onto her breast as he kissed his way up the soft swell of it...she knew what it was...a surrender...he wanted to touch her as badly as she wanted him to touch her...
...everything suddenly clenched, her stomach, her hand that was curled around his shoulder for support, her other hand in the bedsheets, her hips arched up, pushing into his touch...how could her heart beat that...that fast…
"Oh...oh…" she breathed, unable to think beyond simple vocabulary as he stroked one finger up and down her slit...soft strokes...but god, it was heavenly…
"All those times I caught you staring at my hands," came his voice, the words floating out of his mouth in a velvety timbre, "you were thinking of how they would feel here, weren't you?"
Probably equal to the times that he had thought about her hands on him...her mouth...
Yes, oh...she nodded, jerky little twitches of her head when his finger swirled a little faster over her folds, spreading her moisture around as she started to give little thrusts against his hand. "How they would stroke you, make you feel like nothing else mattered, make you feel so...warm…safe..."
A blistering second passed before she nodded again, searching through the thick fog for a response...something…"Your side...I came…" was what her brain gave her, and she didn't even know if it made sense...didn't care…
If he had known that conversation was going to get brought up now, in this context...oh how the world works in strange ways...
He chuckled, burying his head in the bend of her neck for a moment…"Not yet love. How wet did you get I wonder, standing on deck stealing glances at me...imagining me doing this...what else did you imagine?"
Everything, she wanted to tell him, everything, but her thoughts, brain, voice, body, they were all failing her, losing their function faster than she could put the pieces back together. "You...you," she gasped, "you...inside me...so close…" and then a fresh wave of heat washed over her, sending her back arching softly. "Mmm, like this?" accompanied by him dipping the tip of his finger into her entrance, just barely. She would die from this any second now...any second...any…
"No...yes...but...not just…" then suddenly he withdrew his hand from her body and she keened in protest, until he wrapped it around her free hand...the presence of her moisture on his fingers...she could feel it...made her core pulse with heat...what...what was he doing...what was-oh...her breath was stolen again when he placed her hand against the bulge in his breeches, her finger coming into contact with a damp spot…
Control...maintain control...but it was damn hard to obey his own mind...had to make this about her...eventually about him a little bit, but for now...
"You imagined this inside of you, didn't you, over and over again, until you couldn't sleep at night...until you touched yourself to the thought of it…" he whispered, letting her linger there only for a moment before pushing her hand back down to the bed. "Yes…" was all she could say, the images his words brought her...of him inside of her, his body so close to hers...then his hand was sliding back into her breeches, resuming his gentle stroking. "Yes," she said again with a sigh of relief, then tipped her hips up, asking for something...something more…
"How did it feel when you came...thinking of me…"...his fingers were inching higher now, he'd added one…"Like your entire body was on fire, like hot coals had been placed inside, like it would never end, like you had found nirvana…"
She nodded through all of it…"I bet you were so beautiful, your hand stroking here, your head tipped back, legs spread...soft moans...my name…"
The very thought her touching herself made his cock throb in his breeches, but he repeated the mantra that was starting to not even sound like a word anymore...patience...patience...
"At...at the end...your name at the end...always…" she said into his neck, where she currently had her face...felt him swallow at the same time as his hand faltered below, followed by another barely whispered 'Lizzie' and she realized that everything he was doing...saying...it was all for her pleasure, and his...the thought had her making noises into his skin...whimpers, moans, anything she could think of…"Please," she cried...begging him…then suddenly his hand circled around to the other side...he was working her breeches down a little farther….circling back around...his fingers were there again...then...there, oh yes...yes...god…
The tip of his finger was rubbing her clit, just barely, but she had never felt anything more exquisite...he curled his arm under her back, pulling her closer...insinuated a leg closer...lifted her leg to hook over it…"I'll make it so much better for you," he promised, bending his head to take a nipple into his mouth again, stroking his fingers a little faster, rotating them...she was putty in his hands...a slave to this...to the death he was surely bringing her…there was nothing she could do to stop it...didn't want to...heat was traveling through her body, down her spine, exploding in her chest, trailing out from her core into her thighs…
...too much...too much...but not enough…
"I...oh, Jack,"...whimpered into his neck...her other arm came up to wrap around his left shoulder, clutching him to her...she wanted to be completely free...wanted everything off…
"I need...Jack...I,"...he stopped his ministrations on her heated flesh to glance up at her, slowing the movements of his hand for a moment. "What, darling?"
All she could respond with was a jerk of her hips and a breathy "off", earning her a surprised smile...why was he surprised…they both worked together to relieve her of the offending clothing until the rough fabric was sliding down her legs...off, then thrown to the side.
...Angelic...a siren...far too beautiful for him...perfect...but she was here, spread out for him like a canvas waiting to be made into art...a masterpiece painting...but one only meant for him...at least in this moment...
She was naked with Jack...her heart shook...thudded with a new intensity...she found his eyes gazing at her body, at the junction of her thighs with a heat that constricted her chest with emotion...couldn't stop the blush that washed over her skin...but she didn't make any move to cover herself...didn't want to…
"Do you have any idea," she heard him say, more to himself...then fingers were turning her head towards his, his lips were covering hers again in a tender kiss, his beard scratching her, his hand skating back down her stomach, lower...lower...yes...nothing in the way now...her back arched high when his clever fingers found her clit again, stroking...softly, then harder, dipping back down to her slit to caress her folds...then, ever lower to curl two fingers into her entrance…
"...oh…"
...he was stroking there, while his thumb worked her nub...then he broke away from the kiss...she felt his breath against her jaw...quick and heavy..."I thought about touching you like this...thought about what you would sound like...what face you might make when you come...your beautiful lips parted just so…"
His fingers sank inside a little deeper, thrusting...sliding out, then back in…"Imagine what I'll feel like inside you…" then his thumb swirled faster...her breath came faster...her entire body was trembling...heat coiled in her hips...spidering out like fire in her veins, "thrusting, holding you…"
His thumb changed to precise flicks…"But you already did...always so curious Lizzie..."
...yes, curious...didn't know...didn't know what she was saying those words to...didn't know if she was even saying them...the rest of the world was falling away, disappearing...the only thing left was Jack and his beautiful voice and the beautiful magical things he was doing...she spread her legs wider, grinding against his hand, clutched his body to hers tighter, like he was never going to get close enough…couldn't stop the moans spilling out of her…
...even when they became silent, her mouth working, teeth clenching...her head was thrashing...she could feel the hair sticking to her forehead...when her heart sped up to something that could be called dangerous...murderous...it was going to kill her...oh…
...tears pricked at the corner of her eyes...it was so good...so perfect...something was coming...something that was stealing her lifeforce...her breath...her mind….everything...she could hear him chanting "so close, you're so close"...and all she could do was press her face tighter into his neck...sobbing...tightening...her hand was clutching his shirt...pulling it...her hips bucking higher...her thighs clenching...then "come for me love" whispered in her ear...a streak of heat traveled down her spine, warmth bloomed in her womb...heat prickled at her skin…
...her world broke, soared, then broke again, bright lights exploding around her...her body surging against him, wave after wave of euphoria...never ending...never wanted it to end...she was crying against him, sobbing, screaming his name...and he was still stroking...made the fire go on and on...until the last flame left her body...she slumped against him, breathing heavily, clutching at him like she would fall from the world if she didn't hang on...never wanted to let him go...his fingers were still inside of her, his thumb still on her...touching her gently as she slowly materialized back into reality.
His head was nestled into the crook of her shoulder...his hand was stroking her stomach now, making circles with his finger, teasing her belly button, making her muscles twitch when he touched just that spot…"You are beautiful when you come, darling, so beautiful,"...his voice vibrated against her, sounding satisfied, and only a little smug. As soon as she felt like she was back on his plane of existence, she took stock of herself, of her legs that were still spread...but more relaxed...of the weight that settled in her...the fulfillment...but at the same time, she felt free, weightless, like she could soar above the clouds or take on an army of a thousand men. She felt like she could do anything.
"What about you?" she asked….her voice sounded heavy, raspy...satiated...for the moment…
"What about me?"
A slow smile...a grin made its way over her face...she felt almost powerful, like she had this energy inside of her…
"What do you look like when...I want to see," and she heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by the delicious little chuckle he gave her.
"...When I come? Mmm, only one way to find out, love."
Finally, she opened her eyes to look at him hovering above her, stroking the hair away from her face, then trailing his finger over her cheekbones, making circles over her skin. The orange light of the room highlighted his features, made the stark darkness of his mustache stand out, made his eyes look smoky, sinister, yet exotic, but the softness in them...he was so unguarded in that moment, staring down at her...she liked to think that not many people got to see him like that.
Then she watched him shift onto his back, extracting his arm out from under her...his hands went to the ties of his breeches again...no, let me...her own words came back to her from earlier...she was impressed that she could remember them…
"Stop," she told him, sitting up and reaching over to still his fingers, looking around at him to catch his curious look. "I want to."
Slowly, his hands dropped to either side of him...his look was an expression of 'well alright, go on', but she had other plans...plans that she was making up on the spot, fueled by her newfound sexual bravery, and the blistering need to see him...to see what was denied from her sight for far too long…
"No, not here. Over there," she said to the wall next to the bed, inclining her head in its direction at the same time. "I want to see all of you...I want to step back and look...I waited far too long for you to be denied the chance to admire you fully,"...it was all said with her special tinge of kingly command, her chin raised high, a challenge for him to argue in her eyes...and then his mouth twitched, a smirk turning the corner of it up...but underneath that...underneath the teasing and the sparkling light in his eyes, was a hunger, a deep burning desire that permeated the air surrounding him, permeated her...made her feel heady and entirely unprepared for him, yet wholly unable to stop the train of events before her.
She would lay her eyes on him if it was the last damn thing she ever did, and she was determined to face anything that stood in her way of seeing him fall apart from pleasure exactly as she had.
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