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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
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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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The gravity of what had just taken place hadn't sunk in yet for either of them as Lizzie rested her head against Jack's chest. They had found a raised bit of rock in the pool to sit on, enjoying the cool night breeze. They still had about three hours until daybreak.
She had never expected to feel as safe in a pirate's arms as she did in Jack's, with his steady heartbeat under her ear. She had never expected to be in Jack's arms to begin with because the divide between them just seemed too far.
He was softly stroking her hair, occasionally twirling a piece around his fingers. Once in a while he would lean down and kiss her head, and then do it again when she pushed her face into his chest to hide her grin. He liked to tease her too, his hands brushing across her breasts, then dancing away.
But even through all of it, part of him seemed far away, out of her reach.
"Was I careful enough?" he asked after they had relaxed in silence for twenty minutes give or take. She detected that he had been mulling over the question for quite some time.
"It wasn't terrible," she lied. It had hurt, and it was a pain that was entirely unique, but she wouldn't do anything differently for the world.
"Lizzie, you almost drew blood on my arms with your nails. Don't lie to me."
"Of course it hurt, Jack, but if you think that I would have preferred not doing it altogether, you are sorely mistaken."
He was quiet, as though he wasn't convinced.
"It'll be better next time," he said finally.
Was he…was he doubting himself?
She twisted around to look at him.
"What are you worried about?"
"Worried? 'M not worried about anything."
"I can't lie to you, so you can't lie to me either," she informed him with narrowed eyes. His were guarded when he glanced down at her. Why was he putting walls up now?
"This whole thing, it seems too easy, at least for me. There has to be a catch somewhere."
"A catch? Don't start pulling away from me."
"Pulling away? Fine. I feel like I am walking a tightrope with you. One wrong move and you will slip through my fingers like sand. Maybe you will decide that...I don't know, that I was too selfish, or that William would provide a better future for you, or some other thing that would end this," he snapped.
"Too selfish? What are you talking about?"
"I should have left you in the pool by yourself. I took advantage of you, and then I cared more about my enjoyment than-"
No. She covered his mouth with her hand, his beard scratching her palm, and waited until she was confident that he was going to stay quiet.
"Jack, you miserable lout. One, if I had wanted you to leave this pool I would have made it known. Two, if I had even a little bit of indecision about Will, I wouldn't be in this damn pool with you. And three, I think that suggesting that you were not considerate is one of the most asinine things you have ever said."
"Well..."
"No, don't well me," she stopped, sighing in absolute frustration. "I couldn't have asked for better from you for the first time. I couldn't have asked for better from anyone for the first time."
The 'anyone' held an unspoken Will, but Jack chose not to comment on it. He stared out at the trees past her, his face difficult to read. She laid her head back down on his chest.
"You can question me and my motives all you want, but I promise you that not only do I not regret giving myself to you, there will not be a scenario in the future that will end this, bar one of us dying," she huffed.
His body was tense, and she subconsciously tried to unwind him by massaging his shoulder.
"Do you love me?"
Her face shot up to look at him in shock, not because of the question, but because of the suddenness of the question.
"Are you suggesting that I gave my virginity up to you because I had an itch to scratch?"
"No, I just think that you are...misguided," he muttered, his voice starting to turn angry.
The crystal clear realization came to her, and it was infuriating.
"You...you don't think you deserve me."
One stony look from him confirmed it.
"A life with me is a life that is always on the move, running from something, someone, or somewhere."
"I know-"
"You will be in constant danger."
"Yes, I-"
"I am always in constant danger."
"Obviously."
"What if-"
"Jack, will you just listen to me for one second?"
He shut his mouth but continued glaring at her.
"Yes-" She paused, wrapping her head around the gravity of what she was about to say.
"Yes, I love you, dammit. And I'm not sorry for it."
"I just don't want any surprises-wait, what did you say?"
A mix of disbelief and hope lit his eyes up. She raised her head and kissed him, trying to communicate it with more than just words.
"I love you, Jack, damn the consequences. And maybe I will be in constant danger, and maybe I won't be able to settle down in a cottage on a hill, and maybe a hundred other things will happen, but none of that matters."
"But-"
"Stop!"
"No, Elizabeth. You realize that my life is not guaranteed for tomorrow. I might die tomorrow. I might die the next day. What would you do then? And what if I do wrong by you somehow? Or what if you decide one day that I was a mistake, just a phase of yours?"
He paused, closing his eyes.
"I'm not a person who can promise you stability. I'm also not a person that commits easily. I need to have full confidence that the commitment isn't a waste of time because everyone else that allegedly cared for me in the past all left. How do I know that you won't do the same thing?"
She stared at him for a long time, at a loss for what to say.
"Are you telling me that you don't have faith in me?" she asked finally. Her head was turned away from him.
"No, I just want you by my side so damn badly that everything that could go wrong seems like it will go wrong."
It was difficult for her to hide the tears that were collecting, and she couldn't even identify why they were there. Unfortunately, nothing got past him. He gently turned her face back to him, and then pulled her closer.
"Dammit, don't cry," he said into her hair.
Reigning in her emotions, she asked the question that had been taunting her, begging her to find out the answer, yet she was so terrified of the answer that she had run from it.
"Do you love me?"
She had worried that he saw her as a passing fancy, or a conquest, or something that was below what she wanted him to feel for her. She worried that he would gather his wits and actually punish her for killing him. She had worried that she was investing too much emotion into something that was never going to come to fruition.
He watched her, his eyes softening at the badly hidden fear on her face.
"You thought I didn't?" he breathed, looking as though a fist had been driven into his stomach.
"I thought you might just want to bed me, I thought that I was maybe a challenge to you. I didn't dare hope for anything more, both because it was too good to be true, and too terrifying to be true."
She recoiled at the sudden irritation he displayed. Sliding off of the rock to stand in the water in front of him, she took a deep shaky breath, waiting for him to say something.
"Do you think I would be here right now if I didn't? Do you really think I would have let you in as far as I have if I didn't?"
They stood, oblivious to the world for the tension that surrounded them.
"I want to hear you say it."
It was obvious that saying the actual words was the limit to how open he was going to get with her, but she needed to hear him say it. She needed to hear his beautiful voice say it, needed to hear his rich tones curl around the syllables.
Under the water, his hand gripped hers, and he pulled her back to him, guiding her back against the rock surface that they had started on. His lips touched hers, immediately deepening the kiss, igniting that familiar fire inside of her again. She explored his torso with her fingertips, tracing the scars she found.
When he pulled away, there was something different in his eyes. Something exposed.
"You challenge me, Lizzie. You don't…you don't submit to me. You meet me on equal grounds. And you see me for what I am whether I want to show it to you or not. You killed me for fuck's sake, and yet you are still standing. You have insinuated yourself so deep into this"-he pointed at his heart-"that I couldn't dig you out if I tried."
It all came out in a rush, as though he had been holding it in for too long. He slid his arms around her, pinning her against the rock, the heat coming off of his body making her brain fuzzy.
"Don't think it doesn't make me damn uncomfortable, because it does, but I wouldn't change it, not for the world."
"Show me then," she whispered against his mouth.
He lifted her immediately, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss as he wrapped her legs around his waist, and she gasped when she felt his cock nudging at her entrance, barely having enough time to nod when he entered her, shifting her body up with the momentum of it, sliding in smoothly as though she was molded for him.
Any memory of their argument left her the second the wave of arousal flashed through her, the sudden flood of urgency from him exciting her.
"God, Lizzie you're so bloody tight," he growled against her shoulder, withdrawing to fill her again, pushing her body up the rock wall. "It's maddening the way you feel around me."
He moved to withdraw again when she dug her fingers into his waist, holding him in place.
"...No, no, stay still for a moment. I want...I just want to feel you…"
His breathing was harsh and ragged when he reigned himself in, barely, his muscles trembling. When she tightened her channel around him, he groaned against her mouth, giving her light kisses. Angling her hips, she could feel every inch of him inside of her, hot and powerful.
"You think you want to tease me, hm?" he challenged, reaching down to rub her clit in slow circles.
She rested her head against the side of his, feeling his hot breath against her neck, reveling in the way his voice dropped into a husky passionate rumble when he was this close to her. A power overtook her in that moment, and she lightly shoved him back from her to glare at him with eyes that had darkened from their normal caramel color.
"I think you like to be teased."
A sharp thrust that drug her body against the stone had her tilting her head back, gasping. He pressed his hands against her breasts, pushing them up, massaging them.
"And I think I want to fuck you until you don't even remember your own name," and his thumb pushed against her nub, then rubbed it at a furious pace, delighting in the way her mouth parted at his heated words. Her body seized, the knot in her stomach tightening. God, how she wanted him to take her without restraining himself. She wanted to feel the power of him driving into her, wanted to see the lust overtake his face, to see his dark eyes glittering with the satisfaction of giving her pleasure.
"Would you like that, darling?" he purred against the nipple that was currently being assaulted by his tongue.
"Yes, Jack, pl-"
And then her speech was cut off when he gripped her hips and slammed himself into her, ripping a cry from her throat, water rippling around them. His body created sweet friction everywhere against hers when he kept going with sharp, hard thrusts, whispering things that burned her ears, taking her higher and higher.
Then she just about cried when he slowed down his hips to a crawl, lazily sliding into her wet heat.
"Do you feel this?" he asked, placing her hand on his chest just above his heart. It was making her hand vibrate with how fast it was racing, sending thrills through her.
"And do you feel this?" he asked again, rolling his hips.
She nodded, a whispered "yes" choking its way out of her throat.
"That is what you bloody do to me, love. You undo me, possess me, until I can barely think straight with the need to be inside of you. But more than that, you make me want to live."
He caressed her lips with his, taking her mouth tenderly, then breaking away, but only barely.
"And I don't just want to fuck you, I want to make love to you, I want to let you in, I want to give you every damn thing that I can."
She could tell by the fire in his eyes that a war was going on inside of him, one part was trying to resist showing her everything, and one part had absolutely no filter, reservations having no meaning to it. She thrust against him, reminding him how desperate she was to reach that peak again.
He obliged her, taking one of her hands and pressing it behind her, threading it with his own, every driving thrust making her back slide up the rock.
From the proximity of his body to her, the way he kept eye contact with her, to the damn possession he had over her, and the power she held over him, nothing could compare to making love to him.
Nothing could compare to how her orgasm flooded her in blinding waves, making her crush his hand in her own, her core milking him of his own release as he claimed her lips, pressing his body to hers tightly, spilling himself inside of her with a deep groan that sent goosebumps prickling at her skin.
They held each other afterward, both of them breathing harshly. Jack was softly stroking the backs of her thighs with his palms where he was supporting her, unwilling to withdraw from her yet.
"I do, I love you, Lizzie, and it fucking terrifies me," he said quietly into her neck, once his breathing was under control. "It scares me more than anything."
She knew why, she knew that he had always preferred locking his heart up against anyone, only letting them see the surface of him, only letting them in far enough so that when they parted, nothing was lost. Being the person that he accepted, that he embraced, was the most daunting prospect that she had ever experienced. And as she clutched at his back with trembling hands, hearing him say that he loved her in a voice that left her no doubt that he was telling the truth, she wouldn't let him go, wouldn't let him down for the world.
"I love you too, Jack," she replied as quietly as he had.
She almost cried again at the look he had on his face when he pulled back to stare at her. Then, a tear did roll down her cheek when she realized that he still hadn't believed her before, the other two times she had said it. But now, he had no reason to doubt her, had no reason to doubt himself, and he looked at her with an expression of pure emotion.
Picking her up, he carried her around to a spot behind the pool where they could lay on the ground undisturbed, without fear of being discovered, at least for a little while.
She settled her head into his shoulder, hooking one leg around his waist, draping her arm across his chest, and gave him a soft kiss at the bottom of his neck.
"I love you," she said again, wanting to hear herself say it again, wanting to feel that indescribable warmth that flowed through her every time her mind reminded her that he was hers, that he had chosen her. Slowly, her eyes began to droop, and she let sleep take her, snuggling against Jack's warm frame.
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