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Unforgivable	By : Jawala39 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 22096 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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And...here be the second chapter, as promised! I also need to warn you that I'll be losing my internet *sob* on Dec 4th for a few weeks due to a house move, so please consider this an early Christmas present, too! Can't wait to be back online again, and I promise more updates will come as soon as I can get them written.

On with the show - er, I mean story!!!
�Come ON, Jack!�

�Patience not one of your strong points, is it luv?�

Elizabeth gave an exaggerated sigh as he fidgeted beside her, smoothing the shirt over his thighs and prodding the folded blanket at his back into a more pleasing position. Finally satisfied, he slid one arm around her waist and drew her close.

�If you�re QUITE sure you�re comfortable-�

�Well I was goin� to ask if ye�d be kind enough t�fetch over that jug of ale, first -storytellin�s thirsty work, ye know.�

�Not much point, really. You already finished it.�

�Bugger, so I did. Give one of the lads a shout then, will ye, cos I � oww! That�s not nice!�

Elizabeth wound her fingers more firmly around his beard braids.

�Nor is tormenting an expectant mother. So � are you going to stop prevaricating? Because you�ll look rather foolish with only one of these dangling from your chin.�

�Fine, then. An� if I lose me voice afore the end of it, it�ll lie on yer conscience fer evermore.�

�A chance I�m willing to take.�

�Shhh! Stop interruptin�.�

�I�ll not say another word.�

�That�d be a bloody first! Now let�s see, where�s best t�start��

�At the beginning, perhaps?�

�See? Can�t even last a minute, can ye?�

�Jack��

�Alright! It WAS a fair few years ago, y�know.�

�I could have told YOU that!�

�Will ye shut up an� let me speak?�

�Sorry.�

�Should bloody well think so. Right then; as I said, it were a fair few years ago. Not long afore I�d learnt the truth about me long lost dad. Mum finally confessed a day before she died - showed me some letters she�d hidden. Turns out the old rogue�d been keeping track of us all along.�

�That must have come as quite a shock.�

�Not so much as you�d expect, as it happens. It�enlightened me, if ye will, t�certain things about meself. Like me penchant fer shiny things, an� me inborn talent fer relievin� said shiny things from their rightful owners. Not that he gave me much time t�dwell on such revelations.�

�He? Your father, you mean?�

�No, no � didn�t get round t�sniffin� out that black-hearted reprobate til� much later. The �he� in this case were me mum�s uncle. A minister; God-fearin� righteous
do-gooder-type. Kidnapped me from the bloody graveside. Poor bugger thought t�steer me back on th�right side of the law; on the straight an� narrow, as it were. Didn�t much matter that I�d no inclination t�be saved.�

Elizabeth shook her head, snuggling closer.

�How awful.�

�More so fer him as it turned out.� Jack gave her a quick, reassuring squeeze. �Poor sod had no idea what he�d let himself in for.�

�That,� she smirked, �Is what I meant. The poor, misguided man!�

�Weren�t poor at all, as it happens. Lived in a bloody great mausoleum along wiv his three daughters.�

�Three? Oh please, tell me that you didn�t-�

�Not ALL of �em, no. What d�ye take me for? If it�d been a few years later, mind��

�Just the one, then? That�s a relief!�

�The youngest, as it turned out. A right bloody minx, she was; set her sights on me from th�start. I never stood a chance.�

�And you were far too polite to decline her, of course.�

�Weren�t given much of a choice! She followed me everywhere, an� I got bored wiv runnin� away. Besides, she was a pretty lass. And curvy in all the right places.�

�So she seduced you?�

�Not so much her, per-se - though I�ll admit I were tempted. It was the rum what sealed me fate.�

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

�Naturally there was rum involved. She got you drunk, then?�

�Me, drunk? Preposterous suggestion! She bribed me wiv it.�

Elizabeth sat up a little straighter in order to bestow a stern glare.

�Your virtue for a bottle of rum? Really, Jack!�

�It were a bloody good vintage,� he muttered defensively, pressing her head firmly back against his shoulder. �Should�ve held out fer a few more bottles I admit, but I was young then an� me exemplary bargainin� skills weren�t so finely honed.�

�I�m sure her father was grateful not to lose his rum cellar along with his daughter�s virtue. How did she persuade you at such a low price?�

�She caught me at a somewhat inopportune moment. I�d been on me way home one afternoon, see, reminiscin� over a particularly bonny lass of me recent acquaintance. Said ruminations led to th�urgent necessity of a quiet spot behind th�hedgerow, an� she caught me. In flagrante delicto, as it were.�

�Ah.�

�Weren�t no coincidence either � turned out the pertinacious little pest�d been tailin� me all bloody day.�

�You must have been mortified,� Elizabeth grinned, her fingers sliding surruptiously closer to the cause of his downfall � but a sly, downward glance confirmed his earlier plea of exhaustion still held true.

�Too preoccupied t�be much of anythin�, to be honest, me situation havin� reached a fairly critical point. I�d just about enough wits left t�yank me shirt down an� close me eyes.�

�I�m sure that helped.�

�Regrettably not. She�d a bloody firm grip on her.�

�WHAT? You mean to say she � she-�

�Exactly that, aye. An� there weren�t much I could do but the inevitable. Soaked me shirt right through - an� I liked that bloody shirt.�

�I should think that was the least of your worries! I can�t believe a Minister�s daughter would behave so wantonly.�

�Inconceivable, ain�t it?� Smirking, Jack patted the dainty, once-pampered hand inching towards his groin. �Never catch a Governor�s daughter actin� so bold.�

�That,� she sniffed, �Would depend entirely on the company she kept. Associating with pirates does have a tendency to change one�s perspective.�

�Mine certainly did, sitting there in a sticky wet shirt wiv her standin� over me, all bright-eyed an� breathless. Proved t�be quite an enlightenin� experience.�

�I imagine it would be.� She glanced down again; was it merely wishful thinking, or did something just stir beneath the drapery of linen? �Serves her right anyway, the forward little madam. Was she terribly shocked? I would have been!�

�Probably�ve slapped me face an� kicked me in the balls,� he agreed cheerfully. �But infatuation proved stronger than moral outrage, luckily fer me. She cosied up alongside me, wanting t�know how I�d achieved such a feat. An� after I�d enlightened her best I could, she insisted I show her again.�

Elizabeth did not reply for a moment, her attention focused on his lap. Certainly not wishful thinking that time, she decided, grinning smugly.

�You could have refused her, you know,�

�Bloody did! But she was tenacious � an� did I mention she were very easy on th�eye? Though t�be perfectly honest that wouldn�t have mattered much, since she threatened t�cry rape if I didn�t oblige her.�

�Oh Jack! She forced you then? That�s horrible!�

�Not forced, no; can�t rightly call it that. Could have run easy enough. But since she�d no doubt besmirch me good name either way, I thought I may as well enjoy me crime.�

�A typically Sparrowish way of looking at things. It was an awful thing for her to do; I can�t believe a young girl could be so wicked!�

�Mmm.� One corner of his mouth curled upwards, and the linen swathing his lap rose a little higher. �Not that awful, luv. Not awful at all, as it turned out.� The fingers curled around her waist began to inch upwards, and his smirk widened as she shifted a little to accommodate him. �She weren�t really wicked, Lizzie; just smitten an� curious. Can�t blame her fer that. An� I didn�t protest TOO much.�

As he began to caress the lower curve of her breast, Elizabeth felt a sudden surge of sympathy for the girl. Hadn�t she herself been fascinated with the man beside her, even before they�d met? A romantic, mostly innocent girlhood fantasy, bought into sharp and irrevocable focus that long ago day in Port Royal when she�d opened her eyes to that dark, appraising gaze. Smitten, indeed.

�So�she asked you to seduce her, and you agreed.�

�In exchange fer a bottle of her Dad�s best rum,� he reminded her gravely. �But that were basically it, aye.�

He wriggled encouragingly, but her own fingers remained stubbornly inactive.

�We met that night, in th�stables,� he sighed, pouting a little. �Me an� her an� the rum. Although sadly the prospect of bein� caught weren�t what ye�d call inducive to attainin� the condition required fer performin� such deeds, if ye get me drift.�

Elizabeth did, after a moment�s pause to untangle his words, and she patted his thigh sympathetically.

�A problem indeed, but one you evidently overcame.�

�Wiv a little assistance,� he said pointedly, wriggling again. �In fact it�s nothin� short of miraculous what a helpin� hand can achieve when gainfully employed.�

�Is that so? Sometimes, I believe, just the proximity of such a hand seems to have the desirable effect.�

Jack made a soft, whining noise in the back of his throat; he was fully erect now; standing proud beneath the drapery of worn linen, and her fingers were tantalisingly close.

�Do go on,� she urged politely.

�If I must.� He sighed again, his fingers straying inside the opening of her shirt. �But it�s a wicked shame t�leave hard-won achievement untended.� Her faint moan and the taut peak of her nipple, stiffening against his palm, appeased him a little.

�Where was I then? Oh, yes - busy discoverin� as yet undiscovered waters wiv a willin� an� CO-OPERATIVE accomplice.�

�Didn�t you say she�d asked for a - a demonstration only, so to speak?�

�That was the original intent, but plans must change accordin� t�circumstance. Would�ve been rude t�stop her when she was so eager t�assist.�

�Oh terribly rude.� Reaching out, she ran the tip of one finger lightly over the tented linen, provoking another pained whimper.

�Ye know me, Lizzie; a gentleman to th�end. Manners maketh, an� all that. P�raps there�s a lesson there fer one of us?�

�And you call ME impatient? Pot and kettle, Jack,� she chided, and curled her fist around him. His heart beat thrummed strong and steady beneath her cheek; she could feel its echo now against her palm, and her own pulse quickened.

�Wish the rest of me weren�t so bloody knackered,� he groaned, kohl-smudged lids fluttering with pleasure as she stroked him. �M�willin t�endure yer pleasurable misuse of me weary carcass, though, if ye�ll offer just recompense after, wiv that pretty mouth of yours.�

�A considerate and tempting offer, Captain, but I must decline for now. I want to hear the rest!�

�Cruel wench,� he groaned, as she tightened her grip. �Surely ye can guess?�

�I don�t WANT to guess! Tell me how it felt � your first time. I want DETAILS!�

He bit his lip as she focused on a particularly sensitive spot.

�Bad fer me nerves,� he hissed, �Much the same as now. But it felt�oh buggerin� hell, Lizzie; have some pity on a man! Good, good; it was bloody good!�

But having proved, yet again, that there was no such thing as enough as far as the two of them were concerned, Elizabeth pressed her advantage with considerable expertise. His hips jerked convulsively, and the cloth beneath her circling fingers grew suddenly hot and damp.

�Keep talking,� she whispered urgently.

Muttering a curse under his breath, Jack snatched her hand away and rolled her towards him. Then, with her head nestled into the curve of his shoulder and his aching erection gripped snugly between her upper thighs, he complied with her request.

It was a slow, seductive account, suitably enhanced by the use of his hands and conveyed in a deep, sultry growl. He spoke of moist heat in secret, silken places, and of sweet, forbidden curves hitherto untouched by a man�s hand. Elizabeth seemed to melt into him, slack-limbed and trembling, as memories he�d thought lost in time made his hips shift hungrily beneath her.

�PLEASE, Jack,� she begged finally, meeting his eyes, and he felt a fresh surge of heat escape him, dampening her breeches a little more. �Please � I need - I can�t -�

�Patience is a virtue, darlin�,� he groaned, reaching down between them. �But on the other hand��

It took but a moment to despatch the buttons at her waist, and the instant he found her slick, heated flesh she arched above him with a sharp, desperate cry. One stroke, then another, and her body thrummed and shook as she surrendered to him with glorious ease, her ecstasy flooding hot against his fingers.

By the time it was over, the throbbing in his own loins felt so intense it verged on pain. Still, he forced himself to wait, suppressing the urge to thrust again, afraid he�d not be able to stop himself from spending all over the sheets if he gave in to temptation.

After what seemed an excruciatingly long time, Elizabeth gave a long, contented sigh and opened her eyes.

�Thank you, Jack.�

�Liked the way me story ends, do ye? Have to tell ye a few more like that.�

�It�s not ended yet,� she smiled, squirming a little.

�Will be any minute now, if ye keep that up.�

Shaking her head in mock sympathy, she gave one final, teasing shift of her hips before her weight left him.

�There. Is that better?�

He stared at her for a long moment, his expression thoughtful.

�No,� he drawled finally, �But it will be. Lose the breeches, luv. Then set yer back against the wall.�

She nodded, and answered his predatory grin with one of her own. Desire surged anew as she complied with his request, and her breath caught in anticipation as he rose from the bunk to saunter slowly towards her. The loose folds of linen reared up eagerly, emphasising the power and strength of his arousal, and Elizabeth curled her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching out to him.

Finally he was leaning over her, so close that she felt the soft graze of his moustache against her upper lip.

�Want to see how it ended fer me that night, Lizzie? Want me t�show you?�

Her reply was no more than a gasp as he raised the hem of her shirt and directed his gaze downwards.

�Beautiful,� he whispered, several breathless seconds later. �So bloody beautiful��

When his mouth descended abruptly over hers, hard and demanding, it was all she could do to remain upright. Her fingers twined in the rough silk of his hair as she pressed herself against him, and she felt the urgent, needy motion of his hips pushing against hers; the fierce heat of him crushed between their bellies, stiff and swollen with desire.

Suddenly a firm, insistent pressure at her waist urged her downwards, and she broke the kiss just long enough to shoot him a dubious glance.

�You�re surely not telling me she ��

�No, no darlin� � this is just a means to an� end, as it were. Now if ye�d be so kind�?�
She would, and as she sank to her knees and reached beneath his shirt Jack gave a long, grateful moan.

The first touch of her lips sent him reeling, and he braced his arms against the wall, finding himself in dire need of its support. He found himself unable to tear his eyes away; watching himself being taken this way always lent an extra frisson of joy to the experience � as did the thoughts that such a sight inevitably brought. What he wouldn�t give for those pretty would-be suitors of her past to see her like this! On her knees, her pretty mouth servicing the man they�d been so quick to scorn and condemn, and doing it with such skilful pleasure�

�Ye�d have killed them in a week, my lass,� he thought, feeling his entire body throb and tremble as she drew him inexorably closer to release. �May well kill me too, but tis a lovely way to go��

He�d suspected what lay hidden beneath her ladylike fa�ade from the start; seen it flare brightly in those fiery amber eyes. At first it had been no more than a spark of recognition - an unmistakable knowledge that began somewhere in his chest and gravitated quickly to his loins. An ill-timed inconvenience, he�d told himself then; the natural reaction to being confronted with a half-naked female after long months at sea.

But despite his best efforts to quell them those feeling had lingered and strengthened until she�d become as necessary to him as the sea herself. And seeing her now, his unattainable wish; lusty-eyed and wanton for him, her belly swollen with his child, was better than his wildest fantasy.

Coherent thought left him as he felt the rush begin, pulsing through his veins, burning, aching, yearning. Had to wait until the last minute though; had to wait until that final, almost painful tightness that told him relief was inevitable and imminent.

�Lizzie,� he rasped suddenly, his voice hoarse and urgent. �Time t�stand up now � quick, NOW!�

For an awful moment he thought he�d left it too late; the first exquisite shudders rocked through him as he hauled her upright, and he�d barely managed to thrust home before the first explosion of thick, salty fluid erupted from him. Her muscles clenched tightly around him as he rode out the storm, her cries echoing his as blessed release pulsed from him in scalding, drenching bursts.

As the final tremors of it shook through him he staggered, and she held him tight against her as they subsided to the floor in a damp, sated tangle.

�Bloody HELL,� Jack commented, some time later.

�Mmm.�

He opened his eyes and smiled contentedly up at his rather smug-looking companion, who was now settled comfortably astride him.

�Your first encounter was rather � brief then, I gather?�

�Briefer than that, in actual fact. Was no sooner in than she shoved me out again. Bloody messy business, I can tell ye.�

�I dread to think!�

�She weren�t best pleased about it. Barely gave me time t�catch me breath afore she started cursin� me fer ruining her bloody dress. No gratitude, see; no appreciation fer how hard it�d been fer me t�let her � well, go first, as it were.�

Elizabeth snorted.

�Inconsiderate child. And I can�t believe the only thing she cared about at such a time was the state of her DRESS!�

�Well it was her favourite, so she said. M�sure she�d have started cursin� me fer the rest of it though, had her father not chosen than moment t�show his face.�

�Oh, Jack! He must have been furious!�

�Certainly seemed none too happy t�see me standing over his little girl wiv me arse on show. In fact I�ve rarely seen a man�s face go that purple.�

�I�m surprised you stayed long enough to notice!�

�M�very observant, luv. And fast, which in the circumstances was a bloody good thing. I�d grabbed me breeches an� made a swift but dignified exit whilst he was still snatchin� up his pitchfork.�

�A pitchfork? You�re lucky it wasn�t a pistol!�

�Wouldn�t have mattered, luv � he was a bloody rotten shot. Anyway, I led him a merry dance after that. He�d an impressive turn of speed fer a man of his years an� station � not t�mention shockin� language fer a man of the cloth! But I knew me way around the low dives an� back alleys a damn sight better than him. Lost him at th�harbour in th�end. Found a ship that was due to sail wiv th�mornin� tide, snuck aboard and � well, ye know how that turned out.�

�The start of your abiding love affair with the sea,� Elizabeth grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on the end of his nose. �And a story that has grown into legend. Thank, you, Jack � for telling me, I mean. I know so little about your past.�

He shrugged, then stretched lazily, causing her to wobble rather precariously on her perch.

�Ye know more than most, luv. Time t�let me up now, Lizzie; me other lass has need of me services too. And ye need t�tell me where ye�ve hidden me breeches.�

Elizabeth looked affronted.

�Why Captain Sparrow! As if I would demean myself with such a childish prank!�

�Pirate,� he grinned, grasping her hips and lifting her carefully off him. �An� ye know I�ll not let up til ye tell me, so ye might as well confess now an� save us both th�effort.�

�I�ll confess nothing!� Clambering slowly to her feet, she held out a hand to help him up, her expression wide-eyed and innocent. �However � I would suggest you check under the mattress first. And possibly in that trunk by the window.�

�Duplicitous wretch.�

�I had a good teacher.�

�Ye did at that.� His arms slid round her waist, drawing her close so that he could feel the small, round bulge of the child pressed tight against his belly. �Ye do realise, of course, that this offspring of ours will have inherited both our talents fer mischief and mayhem?�

�God help us!�

�Amen t�that,� Jack agreed, shaking his head in mock despair. �But fer now � pray tell, Missis Sparrow � where�s the rest of me clothes�?�
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